The Psychic Warlock shouted to retreat, and at the same time used his psionic energy to give the exact opposite command - just break through from the flank, kill the enemy in your way, and don't get entangled.

Some psionic abilities can translate languages, although Muhadi is a psychic of the teleportation system and does not have this ability. But he didn't know if there were any of the Gisyankees, so he didn't dare to risk letting the words reveal his thoughts. If you give orders in this way, you may be able to get the effect of striking at each other.

The mercenaries' breakthrough was smooth, and the Giss Yankees, who had lost their collars, seemed to be crazy, although they looked much more ferocious, and they were even more desperate. But without organization and discipline, they are easier to deal with.

One of the hapless mercenaries couldn't escape, and the others didn't have time to save him, so they had to hurry up and run. The Psychic Warlock used his psionic energy to break down the pillars of a hallway, blocking the way, hoping that this would stop the Gisyankees for some time.

"I hope you don't expect us to run back to the ruins, do you?" asked Muscle Daddy, taking back a silver blade. "I could have run up a palesan without panting, but the others don't have what I can do to escape these horse-faced weirdos. But I can run on your back. ”

"Of course not," said Muhadi, "just wait and see the show." ”

He fled with his group to a large rock on the edge of the mine, and then motioned for everyone to wait. "Wait!" the Moorish man looked incredulous, "The horse-faced people are going to catch up!

"We fly. As soon as the words fell, the boulder really flew up, and the group squatted on the ground in fright. The Giesyankee pursuers saw the boulder flying, and shouted in a circle but could not do anything. Muhadi laughed as he looked at their helpless looks.

He had already noticed the geyser, which would lift the boulder into the air when it was sprayed, and when it was done, the boulder would slowly fall again, and it was then that he thought of a way out.

When the boulder flew to its highest point and the steam eruption was about to stop, Muhadi suddenly showed a psionic energy that changed the direction of gravity, so that the boulder would not fall but would fly out sideways. After a few times, the stone finally flew far away, and it was no longer in the sphere of influence of the Gisyankees.

"I've always dreamed of buying a magic carpet and riding it over the desert. Muhati was the only one standing on the boulder, "but I couldn't find anywhere to sell magic carpets, so I made do with the stones and experienced the thrill of flying." ”

"If you're willing to cast a spell, we'll just teleport back. Raina said, and the Psychic shrugged.

After flying some distance, the boulder finally fell, and the psychic warlock and the others descended to the ground. Before returning to the halfling spaceship, Muhathir took one last look at the beauty of the astral plane before slamming the hatch shut. He didn't see the Gisyankees living in the distance.

The riots of the slaves were quelled, and broken corpses were everywhere. The Gisyankee warriors cut off the heads of the dead and hung them together for public display. A Giss Yankee Astral Spacecraft, which was streamlined on the outside, landed in the mine in the midst of this chaos, a door opened on the side of the ship, and a particularly tall Giss Yankee stepped down.

She also wears an ornately decorated silver blade around her waist, and the other Giss Yankees show her unusual respect. The proud warriors even knelt down and kissed the land she walked on. When they had to answer her questions, they didn't dare to raise their heads and look her face in the face.

“...... Even the Queen's silver-edged sword has been lost?" the new Giss Yankee said, standing in front of the samurai, in a tone of disbelief.

"All the subordinates have a loss in their duties and are willing to be punished. The Gisyankees, kneeling on the ground, lowered their heads and replied in fear.

“...... You've done your best," said the Girth Yankee leader, who listened carefully to what had happened, "and the enemy is of unknown origin, but the strength is strong, and it may not be possible to do better with someone else...... Therefore, I grant you seppuku to preserve your honor and be respected after death. ”

The kneeling Giss Yankees all had a relieved expression on their faces, "Thank you for fulfilling the honor of the guilty minister." After he finished speaking, he sang a farewell poem in the Giss Yankee language. No coming or going, no death and no life, no night and moon into the pine, the name is high in the clouds. With that, he drew his silver blade and touched its blade as if he were a lover, then turned his sword around and pierced his own abdomen, stirring vigorously.

At this time, the leader made a move, and the cold light flashed, and he cut off his head. Seeing that Ling actually made a mistake himself, the rest of the Giss Yankees were very moved, knelt down and praised her kindness in unison.

Muhadi returned to the interior of the ruins, and without stopping, he came to the cabin where the power core was located. The core looked like a pillar of organic flesh, with countless large mouths open on the pillar, baring long fangs, as if ready to choose someone to devour.

This core is also a special life form. However, unlike ordinary creatures, it has no instinct to reproduce, and all it does is eat, and then move the spaceship. It is made, not produced.

The psychic warlock threw the severed level over, and countless mouths immediately began to fight with each other. Finally, four or five large mouths close to each other bit down on the level, and they chewed and swallowed the level of Korakala. Does this thing have a stomach? Muhadi looked at it and wondered, how did it convert what it ate into energy that tore through the barrier of the plane? The ancient halfling technique was so full of magic.

After eating the subordinate, the flesh mechanism burped in satisfaction, and the color became darker. The pillar of flesh began to tremble, and then the entire ship trembled. A kind of sound that cannot be heard by the human ear, and the frequency is much higher, gradually becomes high-pitched.

The core resonated with pleasure, like a well-fed beast. The halfling's ship came to life once again, using the power gained from food to embark on a transdimensional voyage.

It's still the weird feeling of compressing and stretching. The ship departed from the astral plane, leaving only a large indentation in its place, indicating that it had been here. It doesn't "take off" like a rocket on Earth that spews flames, because the relationship between Atas and the astral plane is not two different places in the direction, but more like two worlds in different dimensions. So the spaceship seemed to outsiders to fade away, like a faded picture.

The next moment, the ship appeared on Atas again. But unfortunately, due to the aging of tens of thousands of years, the spaceship itself still had some problems, and it did not return to its original position, but teleported to a place dozens of miles away.

After arriving at the destination, there was a wail in the blood ** heart, and then it wilted, motionless as if dead. The Psychic Warlock estimated that this thing was already seriously damaged, and it was almost impossible to complete another voyage.

In the central control room, Muhati was no longer in the town that had been burned down by the mantis. Now they seemed to be in the middle of a great desert, surrounded by rolling sand dunes, and two caravansera-like travelers seemed to be trading.

There's no reason to hide in this ruin and not get out, especially considering that there are still monsters hiding. Although there is a trace of the primordial warlock's aura left on Muhadi's body that makes the monsters dare not attack, monsters are monsters, and it is still dangerous to stay here if it is impossible to say how they will act.

As for the people outside...... Muhadi thought that they must have been frightened when they suddenly saw an ancient ruin coming out of the desert. Scare them when the time comes, and maybe get some water and food. Without water, the mercenary group may not be able to get out of the depths of the desert.

He was right, the people of the desert were indeed shocked by the spectacle, but they were not merchants, but people from the cities of Ram and Tyre.

Ram is a smaller city-state than Tyre, and has not been part of the Witch-King coalition. Ram's witch king, Abellachili, neglected government affairs for many years, causing chaos in the city. The nobles and the Templars, the Templars and the slaves, and the slaves and the nobles were at odds. Assassinations and skirmishes have ensued, and Ram's walls have become a battleground for all sides. Armies of different forces fought right in the streets. Even the Templars had to travel in groups, or risk being assassinated.

Most of the Templars, in view of Tyr's recent prowess, advocated the expansion of their armaments, recruiting mercenaries, and resisting the Revolutionary Army. However, the nobles had their own agendas, and some believed that the Templars were merely taking advantage of the opportunity to gain power. As for the slaves, they have been brainwashed and educated by the witch king for a long time, and they have not resisted much, but dissatisfaction is also brewing, and riots are happening from time to time. Every night on street corners, nameless corpses with their throats cut can be found.

This group of people from the city of Ram belonged to the aristocratic forces, and the leader was a prince named Corwin. A head of gold, dressed in fashion. Because all witch kings live a long life, there are really many princes in the desert, which is not an uncommon commodity. For example, Raina is of the blood of the Witch King, and she can also be said to be a princess. But Ram's Prince Corwin is not one of those big road goods that can be found everywhere. Ram's Witch King, Abella Chili, was a female witch king with only nine heirs, all of whom were talented and powerful, not comparable to those princes who had no name.

Although Corwin is a prince, he doesn't seem to have the will to maintain the monarch at all. In fact, when he heard about Tyre's revolution, he was fascinated by this new political structure. In his opinion, dealing with mundane affairs like politics is simply a waste of the time of the masters. And although the witch kings are powerful, most of them don't know anything about management, so it really makes no sense to let them govern the country. A constitutional system could be better. In addition, the witch king Abellachiri has been in seclusion for many years, and is obsessed with arcane research, which deepens his judgment and gives him the opportunity to do some small actions of his own.

In addition to this, he believed that Tyr's victory was not accidental, but was driven by a combination of forces. Rather than fight this force in vain, it is better to cooperate with Tyr. The Witch King had neither approval nor objection to his idea, as if her attention was completely absorbed by the arcane, not even noticing the turbulent changes of the times in the desert.

The man from Tyre was a young bureaucrat who had come to test Prince Corwin's sincerity and find a possible alliance.

A halfling ruin suddenly appeared, and Muhadi walked out of the ruins with a group of mercenaries. This really surprised the people on both sides, except that the official of Tyr did not seem particularly surprised, and he made a strange gesture and knelt down on one knee in the sand.

Muhadi recognized him as a follower of the First Cause, who had converted after the battle of Tyre. Perhaps the person has heard himself speak theology, or perhaps he has heard it paraphrased from someone else. It is impossible for a psychic to have an impression of every believer, and he does not know much about this person.

"Great Lord, you are here. The official said excitedly.

"Great Lord?" Muhadi wondered.

"You have taught that the first cause is not tied to a particular name, and it has ninety-nine honorific names. It is a great lord, a virtuous lord, and a good lord......" the official explained, "After you are gone, most of us are used to using the great lord as the most common name, so that it is more convenient to pray. ”

It was true that Muhadi had taught the ninety-nine names, but he wanted them to adopt a name that he was more familiar with. But at this point, we can't force it. "You say, 'You're coming,' do you know I'm coming?"

"Huh?" the official was puzzled, "the people of the council told me that someone would come to their aid, didn't they mean you?"

Muhadi shook his head, "Who are they?" he pointed at the Ram with his chin.

"The prince of Ram. The official explained, "Potential allies, potential enemies." ”

Prince Corwin was a blasphemous mage with strengthened facial features, and he heard the words of the officials. "I prefer to call myself a revolutionary aspirant. He walked up to Muhadi and saluted gracefully, "Good luck, Muhadi of Tyre." ”

"Corwin. Muhathir said, simply in return.

"Is this Tyr's latest weapon, restored by the Coral Witch?" Prince Corwin asked, looking at the mercenaries again. "Are they your retinue?"

"Neither, but it's hard to explain to you. Muhadi replied.

The prince's eyes suddenly changed color, and he was using arcane vision. "It's strange that there's no trace of magic at all. Tyre is truly a place of miracles. By the way, speaking of miracles, did the Coral Witch really abdicate? She was really willing to hand over the fruits of the revolution to a former Templar? The desert was littered with all sorts of messages, I'm not sure. ”

"It's true. ”

"Then she's more noble than I thought, or even more stupid. Prince Corwin said, looking at Muhadi with blazing eyes. "Which one do you think it is?"

"King Taicien was one of the leaders of the revolution, a warrior who took the initiative to rebel against the Witch King, and an excellent general. There is nothing stupid about putting him in power. Muhathir said.

Corwin laughed suddenly, "Yes? I've heard that the King of Cessian is trying to push the Coral Witch out of the center of power. Even the gladiator Rikas was now subservient to him. ”

What? The Psychic Warlock was shocked, he didn't know what had happened to Tyr?

The official from Tyre explained. "King Tessian enacted a law that only citizens of slave origin could serve as officials, in order to show the revolutionary nature of the new government. It is his law that gives people like me the opportunity to serve Tyre. Mistress Shatiri had only once pretended to be a slave, but she was actually a mage. Moreover, King Tessian called for the separation of powers, mutual supervision, and discouraged parliamentarians from holding executive or military positions. So she resigned from her public office in addition to the seat of the ruling assembly. ”

"As for Lord Ricas," the official continued, "he is a Moor, but the Moors have been attrition in fighting since the Revolution. Moreover, the Moors could not be produced by natural procreation, and human women had to be impregnated with dwarf seeds with special potions. And when the Moors are born, the mother dies. So since slavery was abolished, the training grounds for brutal gladiators who produced the Muirs were also banned, and no new Muors were born. ”

The Muir were invincible warriors with both human and dwarven qualities, and it was a pity to hear that they were dwindling and in danger of extinction. "And then?"

Mistress Rikas did not want the Moors of Tyre to disappear, and Councillor Camilla, an aide to King Tessian, suggested that she had developed a new biologic agent that could overcome the problems of infertility among the Moors. So there was a limited cooperation between King Tessian and Ricas. ”

Rikas was able to sit with Tessian, and Muhati suddenly felt that the world was ridiculous. "This ...... Sure enough, the world is unpredictable, and people can't predict it at will. ”

Corwin was a little interested in Camila's biologics, "Can the Moors reproduce on their own?" I bet the Moors in the desert will come to the desert when they hear the news, what a powerful army this can build." ”

The official shook his head, "Tyre loves peace and does not seek military power. ”

"As far as I know, revolutionaries have always been bloodthirsty, and peace-loving revolutionaries are as rare as wolves that don't eat meat. Corwin raised an eyebrow. "But it doesn't matter, I want to form an alliance with Tyr for the sake of you being able to defeat the Witch King's coalition. ”

"I hope that your men will also help me defeat the enemies in the city of Laom!" said the prince. "Defeat them, and then I will offer Ram to Tyre, as long as you ensure that my inheritance is not lost. ”

"We will not protect slave owners. The official's face was gloomy.

"I just wasn't a slave owner. Corwin replied, "Instead, I'm a philanthropist. ”

"A witch-king's prince is a philanthropist who is not a slave?" asked the Psychic Warlock.

"A prince who is a philanthropist is no less common than a female mage who voluntarily relinquishes power. Corwin said, "The Coral Witch could have crowned herself the Witch King, didn't she give it up too?"

"You want to say you're a great man like Coral Witch?" the officer asked him.

"I'm a fool like a coral witch. Corwin smiled self-deprecatingly, "I believe the Witch King can be defeated." ”

"What the hell are you doing?" Muhati didn't want to play with words.

"The main thing is writing, and the second is borrowing money. "I'll write a kind of guarantee and sell it to regular merchant travelers and members of the business family." ”

“...... And why would they pay for your guarantee?" asked Muhadi.

"Because then when they are kidnapped by the robbers of the desert, I will pay a ransom for them, or give their families a pension, if they are unfortunate enough to hang up." Corwin stroked his beard, "A letter of guarantee, I will only accept one-tenth of the value of the caravan." Many people would like to spend a tenth of the money more to reduce the risk, and the chances of encountering robbers in the desert are much higher than those of 1 in 10. ”

"In addition to this, I also lend money to people who need it, and of course, I charge a certain amount of interest. The prince finished introducing his trade. "This doesn't violate Tyre's policy, is it? I'm not a slave owner, I don't have slaves. I control the people by relying on the economy, the invisible hand, not the low-grade and unaesthetic thing like the leather whip. ”

“...... Or something as crude and simple as psionics. The prince looked at Muhadi and said. "You see, isn't it charity that I help kind people solve the risk of walking in the desert and give them money to turnover?"

"Tyr can guarantee that these properties of yours will not be harmed. The official nodded. "But what enemy are you going to put us up against?"

"My mother, Abellachili. "And my brother, Benedict," said the prince. ”

"A witch king?" the official frowned, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry, my mother has long since neglected government affairs. Usually I don't show up for a few years to hear a report from the Templars. It's not too late to deal with her when we take the city. "The key is my brother Benedict," said the prince. ”

"Is he scary?" asked Muhadi.

"He's five feet an inch tall, and his eyes are the same gray color as mine. He is usually timid as a mouse, and he trembles at the sound of a noise or a flash of light. At night, he walks frightened by his own shadow. "But he's scary." ”

"How?"

"He is the second richest man in the desert, after the witch king Malik of Ankara. But Malek hid all his money, and Benedict knew how to make it worth. Corwin looked at Muhati and said, "He bought a lot of nobles, half of the Templars, a dozen mercenary regiments, and even hired a face dancer assassin. Fighting him is fighting all the scum in the desert that can be bought by money. ”

Muhathir was a little interested, "What does this Benedict do, is it more profitable than your business?"

"I'm lending money to others, and he's giving money to others. "He asked everyone to put their money in his place, and he would pay dividends on a regular basis based on the amount, and he could make money without having to do anything." ”

"So, he amassed a large amount of gold, and then he used his credit as a guarantee that he could redeem the vouchers for huàn gold......," Corwin began, and Muhathir understood. It turned out that this Benedict was a banker, and he also worked part-time in the credit currency. One of these two princes is engaged in insurance, the other is engaged in banking, but they are also a pair of talents.

“...... Help me defeat him, and then the city of Lamu will be yours. The prince promised. "Other nobles and Templars, I can control it. ”

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