At first, Muhathir barely recognized the city he was familiar with.

The most striking building in Tyre is probably the nearly 800-foot-tall pyramidal building. At sunrise or sunset each day, the giant pyramid casts enough shadows to obscure a quarter of the city. Each of its bricks was more than a man tall and several people long, and it required hundreds of slaves to drag and drop under the whip to pull down the designated position. Tens of thousands of builders died, their blood soaked through every brick crack of the pyramid.

Karak spent more than a decade building the pyramid to serve as his lair after transforming into a dragon. By the time the revolution broke out, it had not yet been completely completed. Later, the City Watch of Ctesian used the Great Pyramid as their headquarters, which would later be the headquarters of the new army of Tyre.

But now, the ground on that magnificent engineering marvel has not yet begun, and Karak himself has not begun to attempt to transform into a dragon.

Originally the site of the pyramid, it is now a large slave market, where large merchants from all corners of the desert sell the slaves they bought or captured. People can see slaves of all faces, ugly, ordinary, beautiful...... Red-skinned, yellow-skinned, dark-skinned or white-skinned.

Tyre is a bustling city, a veritable desert gem. Karak's rule may be tyrannical, but the Witch-King's flexible diplomacy has allowed him to stand on the victorious side of various conflicts for millennia. For thousands of years, it has amassed countless riches through the largest iron mines in the desert and the exchange of caravans. This makes it one of the most populous cities in all of Attas, with half a million humanoids calling it home.

If you compare the city in front of her to the Tyre after the Revolution, the Psychic has to admit that the Revolution has affected her beauty somewhat...... Wars between witch kings rarely rely on army battles to determine the outcome of the war, and more on their spell skills and the number of allies. As a result, Tyr under Karak did not expend much of his resources in terms of force.

Tyr during the Satilly-Tessian period was very different, and the army expanded again and again, from about 4,000 in the time of the Witch King to more than 30,000 including the army of the vassal tribes. From resisting the coalition of the Three Witch Kings to sending troops to occupy the Ulek region and defeating the Mantis army, the revolutionary government can be said to be reckless and fierce.

In order to sustain her growing army, Revolutionary Tyre was taxed heavier. Iron ore is also more often forged into weapons than farming tools. Due to the disappearance of a large number of nobles and wealthy merchants during the revolution, many caravans dealing in luxury goods no longer traveled to Tyre. Moreover, the great merchants also feared that their slaves would be forcibly emancipated when they arrived in Tyre, which made Tyre even more depressed after the revolution. Similarly, due to the decrease in customers, many centuries-old brands** and art shops have also disappeared after the revolution.

It has been said that Tyre during the time of the Witch King was a city of art and prosperity. Everywhere is the sound of singing and dancing and the melodious sound of the nai flute, rare treasures change hands here, and hookahs fill the air...... As long as the waist is full of gold, people can meet any of their requirements here.

As for Tyre after the revolution, it was more like a huge barracks. For a long time, she was rationed even food and water. Many caravans left, and the belly dance circus, which had never closed in previous years, also closed. In order to prevent the infiltration of the Witch King's spies, all citizens of Tyre were asked to report suspicious persons. The Salafist forces of the Coral Witch use prophecy and polygraph spells to monitor movements within the city.

The freed slaves worshipped the Coral Witch and the gladiator Rikas as gods, and some secretly cursed them as bloodthirsty demons.

As for Muhadi's own assessment of the Tyre revolution, it is still mostly positive. He was a war slave himself, similar to the status of the Ghulam or Mamluk soldiers on Earth, and he was freed from slavery because of the great change in Tyr.

But more importantly, his psychic nature makes him crave change and danger, and resist the stability and ease of life. The fact that the revolution has shown more heat and coldness in one year than in the previous ten years is self-evidently appealing to psykers. What's more, after he was transformed by Lyra, he could only get a little fleeting pleasure from the increase in strength. I can only feel a little bit of the reality that I am alive in this life of walking on the blade.

His psychic sister, Aisha, has undergone the same transformation, but on this point she clearly disagrees with Muhadi. In a casual conversation, she once implicitly accused Muhathir of being cold-blooded. But Aisha is a gentle girl who almost never blames others. She herself explained for the Psychic Warlock, "A man who is not even afraid of his own death is probably difficult to feel sympathy or regret for the deaths of others." ”

"As a psyker, sometimes you are too sensitive. "Muhadi complained about Aisha.

"As a woman, I'm already very insensitive. His senior sister replied.

The palace of the Witch King Karak was more lavish than it was after the Revolution, it was not sacked by the Revolution, and it also stored many precious works of art and treasures. Psychic warlocks don't have a good eye for these things, and they can't see any difference between them and fakes.

King Qalak did not immediately ask Muhadi to do something for him, but ordered the slaves to prepare a luxurious suite for his guests, and then left. As for what the Witch King was going to do, no one dared to ask.

Maybe I'm studying magic, or I'm hunting. Psychic warlocks read their speculations from the minds of some slaves. The witch king's own brain, Muhadi couldn't read anything, and it was obvious that the other party had a constant spell to protect his mind.

Muhati walked over to the window of this suite, which, like most desert buildings, has wooden lattice windows. Through the window, the Psychic could see the outside of the palace.

On this side of the palace is a bustling street with countless vendors selling their stalls along the way. The Templars patrolled back and forth to maintain order, while the merchants stopped and haggled with the stall owners.

A dispute erupted between a hawker and a trader, who accused him of having sold him a fake, and the hawker claimed that the merchant had changed the goods when he returned. The two quarreled more and more, and after a while, they escalated from arguing to pushing and shoving, and then to drawing knives and slashing each other.

The merchant was accompanied by two guards, and only one person stood behind the vendor. Before the Templars arrived, one man fell to the ground clutching his throat, blood splattered all over the ground. When the merchant saw the Templar coming, he kicked over the vendor's shelves and ran away. Fragments of goods were scattered everywhere, leading to a rush.

Many people on the street participated in the robbery, and the hawkers shouted angrily, waving the knives in their hands to stop the crowd, but it didn't work much, and they couldn't take care of the other side if they could take care of one side. A little boy with a blue baotou who was watching the excitement was caught by a hawker because he was standing close, and the latter couldn't help but say that he wanted to cut him to vent his anger.

With the mentality of watching the excitement, Muhadi casually levitated a few precious objects in the room and threw them out, and the following became more lively, and the little boy also took the opportunity to break free. The Templars looked at each other, still afraid to trouble him in the palace.

After throwing away those things, the Psychic Warlock felt that the room was much more pleasing to the eye. More importantly, he felt that the magic fluctuations in the room had dropped quite a bit, which confirmed his previous suspicions. Undoubtedly those things have magic attached to them, probably for surveillance purposes.

In the middle of the night, the Witch King meets the Psychomancer for the second time.

Muhadi was wandering the courtyard of the palace at this time, and in post-revolutionary Tyre, which was forever used as a parade ground, is now an exquisite garden.

The royal horse team swept in like thunder when the psychiocrats were out of their minds, and in the end of the ogre, the king of Tyr took the lead, his robes fluttering in the wind. His elite Templar guards lined up on either wing. The slaves, who had no time to escape, were trampled into pulp by the horses' hooves. Then, the Wang horse team stopped violently, and then dismounted one after another. The guards quickly dispersed, forcing the slaves to kneel. In the Witch King's palace, they can only prostrate or curl up in front of Karak.

Karak was dressed in plain clothes with no ornaments. "Your wounds have healed. He said kindly.

"I guess it's time for you to tell me what the purpose of coming to me is. Muhadi asked aloud.

The Witch King nodded happily. "Well, I'm glad to have your services. He said, as if Muhadi had come here of his own free will. "Come, come with me. He turned and strode into the palace. The Psychic Mancer pursed his lips, then hurried after him, completely unaware of how things were going to unfold.

This is Karak, the Ogre's Doom, the absolute ruler of Tyre for thousands of years, and the fighter of the primordial warlock Rajat. Karak - A legendary mage who defeated more with less than 10 times in the Battle of Purification, helping to exterminate multiple races. Karak, a master of prophetic magic, executed six thousand women and children in the city simply because of the possibility of rebellion. Karak, who defeated Hamanu in the city of Uric, used the heads of enemy officers and soldiers to decorate the walls of Tyre as a sign of his peace sincerity.

In his name, the Templars of Tyre regularly raided the desert tribes, taking men, women, and children into slavery. He built palaces, roads, hospitals, forts, and brought peace under pressure to a land that knew nothing but war. "My people have both food and order. As he walked, he boasted, "This city was, is, and will be the most prosperous and prosperous in the desert - as long as it is not ruined." ”

Getting to the point, Muhathir wondered if the Witch King intended to stop the birth of the Tyre Revolution.

"I have a hunch that some kind of heavy change is about to come to the world. Karak said in the affirmative. "This is probably the biggest change that Attath can face, just as the Crimson Tide ended the Teal Age and the Purification War started the Age of the Witch King, it will be a drastic change that will change the face of the entire world. ”

"My prophetic spell tells me that Tyr will be at the heart of this upheaval, and that you have a lot to do with it. Karaq stared at Muhadi with piercing eyes.

He said word by word, "I want you to sue me about what will happen in the future." What can I do to stop it from giving birth?"

He was in fear, and Muhadi suddenly realized that the witch king was afraid of the future. This thought suddenly made him feel a little more confident, "Why, your prophecy spell can't predict what will be born?"

Karrak looked at the Psychic Warlock with an unusually calm demeanor, and the slaves trembled for fear that their masters would suddenly go berserk. The Lord of Tyr will take more than a dozen lives a day when he is in a good mood, and he doesn't need to mention it when he is in a bad mood.

"You're bold. The Witch King said with interest. "Very few people dare to speak to me like that. To reward you for your bravery, I'll explain. ”

"It's rare that my prophetic magic is obscured. Either because there are prophetic mages more powerful than me to fight against me in the future. Either that, or because I myself was deeply involved in that upheaval. Because the observer himself will have an effect on the object being observed, it is not accurate. ”

That's why I want you to tell me what I gave birth to. The Witch King said.

"You can torture me and force me to speak out. Muhati shrugged. "What does this qiē mean?" he gestured around.

"Speaking of which, I've already tortured you. The Witch King admitted. "And twice. But you don't seem to respond to the pain. And you're an untouchable person, and mind reading isn't of much use. So I used the spell of time rewind to go back to before I tortured you, and used something else. ”

"Then you should know that I won't say it. Muhadi shook his head.

"Mind-reading tricks and torture won't just make you speak. The Witch King smiled. "There are so many ways to do it in the world. ”

Karak looked around and saw a group of slaves kneeling closer. He pulled his scimitar from the waist of the Templar beside him, slicing off the heads of two men in an astonishing manner. Muhadi was expressionless, but there was a flash of hesitation in his eyes.

The Witch King captured the subtle change, "Aha, sympathy. He said. "You may be able to look cold-blooded, but you still can't be unmoved by a qiē. ”

Muhadi remembered the comment that Aisha had given him, "It is your own freedom to think what you want, but I will never be told by you." ”

The Witch King laughed, raising his tone. "Forever is a long time, are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Karak. ”

The King of Tyr looked at Muhadi with a focused look on his face. Then he summoned the royal clerk and ordered him to sit on a low stool beside him. Karak bowed his head and whispered in the scribe's ear, who recorded the Witch King's words on a long scroll. Muhadi stood quietly, wondering what the hell Karak was up to.

The Witch King glanced at the Psychic Warlock as he spoke, his expression sometimes stern and sometimes pleasant. Karaq whispered, pausing from time to time, as if caught in a state of thought, and then continued to whisper, which lasted almost an hourglass, and Muhadi was full of curiosity as he wondered what would happen after the end of the qiē.

Finally, the King of Tyr said to the Psychic Warlock, "As the most powerful prophetic mage in the world, I can see the path that fate has paved for some. He continued. "I have written on this scroll the key points of your life, which will be hidden on the beams of the palace gates, which can be seen by anyone, but touched by no one except the clerk. I'll read it from time to time to confirm how you're on the path of finally compromising with me. ”

Muhadi was taken back to his own room, where he fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed. If the witch king wants to kill him, he can't resist it anyway when he's awake. He had experienced too many things in the past two days, and the exhaustion of his soul had accumulated too much.

The next day, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves returned. The Witch King stopped in the garden, but did not summon the Psychic Warlock. Just check how well your vegetation is built, in great detail. At this moment, the clay pot on the head of a slave girl was broken, and the water used to water the flowers was sprinkled on the ground. The slave girl trembled and prostrate on the ground, and despite the trembling edge of the broken pottery shard, the witch king came over.

"Ah, Psychic Warlock!" he said in a brisk tone as he saw Muhadi. "It's such a blessing to meet you. He nodded at the slave girl. "He's so sloppy with the Witch King's work, will you help me punish her?"

"What?" Muhati shook his head hesitantly, feeling a bad premonition.

"Today, will you tell me what happened in the future? If you open your mouth, then I will spare this innocent girl. Karrak's voice was so relaxed, as if he was just commenting on the weather. The psychic warlock was expressionless, and the ruler of Tyr stared at him, silently waiting. The Templar Guards stood coldly and quietly behind the Witch King.

"No?" the Witch King asked.

"Nope. Muhadi replied.

"Good. Karak said. He pulled out the scimitar from his waist, turned it around, and struck the slave girl to death with a single blow from the handle. Then he pointed to another slave, an elven boy, fifteen years old at most, a child by elven standards. The Templar threw him before the Witch King, and the elves wept tremblingly, their pointed ears trembling nervously. The noise undoubtedly annoyed the Witch King, who raised his sword and fell high until the slave fell silent.

Next, the Lord of Tyr randomly picked a third victim from the crowd, this time an old man. The Witch King's strong arms pressed him face down into the garden dirt and stepped on him with his foot. Karak stared at Muhadi, and the Psychic Warlock stared indifferently at the slaughter in front of him. After the third victim stopped struggling, the Witch King moved his feet, not even breathing.

"If you think you'll be able to compromise me by killing your own minions. Muhathir said. "Then you'll have to think again. ”

Karak did not retort, and he instructed the clerk to bring the scroll.

The clerk read the record: "As it is written: On the first day, three men died, and the psychic magician remained indifferent, saying, 'You cannot force me to compromise by killing your own slaves. ’”

Surprised, Muhadi used his abilities to test the clerk's brain. The other man was telling the truth—and his psionic powers could confirm it—that it was really written on the scroll. In other words, the Witch King really predicted his reaction.

"How could you have known beforehand that I would respond?" the psychic sorcerer turned to the Witch King.

Karak clapped his hands happily, got back on his horse, and said condescendingly, "Otherwise, why am I the strongest prophecy mage in Artas?

"This can't be true. Muhati and the Witch King said in unison.

"Why are you ......" both spoke again at the same time, stopping at the same time.

"Stop!" the Psychic Warlock shouted, and the Witch King said exactly what he said.

"You can't know what I'm going to say!" Muhati took a deep breath, and he was shocked to see that Karaq had said what he wanted to say perfectly, even before he could speak a split second.

"I don't know everything, but I know a lot more than you think. The Witch King laughed and rode away, away from the heat, dust and death. The bodies of the slaves were dragged into the garden and quickly covered with dirt and stones. Those people became part of Karak Gardens forever.

Muhadi stood motionless for a long time, trying to repel the confusion and regain his senses. In his judgment, the witch king could not have the magic of a prophet, how could a heretic who did not believe in a great lord predict the future trajectory so accurately?

The trick of mind reading? Muhathir was a little skeptical. But this is not very likely, as a psychic mancer, he cannot be read by his own mind and know nothing.

For the next few days, the Psychic tried to escape. The Witch King did not restrict his movements, so he took advantage of this freedom and carefully assessed the level of defense of the palace and the city, looking for loopholes.

During this period, Muhati heard the rumbling hooves of the royal horse team several times, but only passed by from a distance. This time, however, the sound of the horse's hooves grew closer, and he knew that the Witch King was coming at him this time.

Muhadi continued on his own path, observing the frequency of the Templar changing of the guard, without showing the slightest nervousness. The sound of horses' hooves grew louder and louder, and the slaves bent over their work, terrified of the punishment that might come. The guards made a secret bet that a few would die next, but when Karak's horse team arrived, even they were terrified of dying at the hands of the Witch King's moody sword.

In the ogre apocalypse, Karak, the king of Tyr, does not seem to have come with a murderous heart. He asked Muhadi to accompany him on a tour of his city. They walked through verdant courtyards and towering colonnades, and then walked around the city along the inner edge of the foundations of the city walls. Karak seemed to pay no attention to the lack of interest from the Psychic Warlock, and talked enthusiastically about the art of architecture. He said that the old circular walls of Tyre were too inefficient to defend, and that they should be replaced with concave polygonal bastions. This way, no matter which direction the enemy attacks from, it is exposed to crossfire.

As they continued through the Elven Bazaar area, the Witch King talking about his new ideas as he walked. He planned to bulldoze some of the old buildings and build taller buildings to increase the city's carrying capacity. Karak even bought Muhati a cup of kavas, and he didn't forget to pay for it.

"Today, are you willing to tell me about my future life? The Witch King was about to mount his horse and leave, when he suddenly turned around and smiled pleasantly.

Muhadi shrugged his shoulders with a blank face.

"Very well, then another innocent person is going to die at your hands. Karak said. "I'd like to see how long you can endure the reproach of your conscience. How long can a revolutionary who dares to risk his life for the rights of others pretend to be indifferent?"

Sadiri the Coral Witch is the real revolutionary, not me, Muhati thought. Your set won't work for me.

Next, he knew he was wrong.

Karak picked two elves, a man and a woman. The first one scolded loudly, greeted the witch king with all kinds of ugly words, and spat at the executor until he died. The Witch King's eyes were bloodshot with excitement, and the tip of his tongue licked his lips. The second victim was a silent female elf, and when she was pinned to the ground, her eyes were full of pleading, not at the witch king or the executioner, but at Muhadi.

"Please, promise him, save my life, I can do anything. The psychic mancer read the silent plea from the squirming of the other's lips.

The executioner raised his knife and neatly cut off the head of the female elf, then bent down and grabbed the ponytail at the back of the opponent's head, picked up the head and held it high for display. The headless corpse of the elf lay on the sand, spurting streams of blood from its severed neck.

Beautiful, Muhati had to admit. The executioner's knife was so fluid that it cut into the bones as if it didn't get in the way.

But there is one thing that has aroused great vigilance among psychic warlocks. He himself is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of seeing the death of others. He has a firm mind and will never be thrown out of place because he must plead. But just now, when he saw the elf's almond-yellow eyes, he remembered something else.

This is the time before I came to Artas, and the life and death of everyone here may have a great impact on the future world. According to the butterfly effect, the slightest change in the initial variable in a chaotic system can lead to a very different final outcome.

Muhathir himself was not afraid of death, and if the Witch King really tried to kill him, the greatest possibility would be to awaken the Primordial Warlock. But it is not difficult for him to ignore the possibility that the witch king, in order to force him to say things in the future, continues to kill people who will be important in the future.

For example, if Fatoumah had not survived the depths of the desert, and if Fatoumah, Fahd, or Sheikh Abiad had died at this time, what would have happened in the future, paradox?

The Psychic Warlock remembers that Satili and Rikas were still slaves at this time, and what would have happened if one of them had died unexpectedly, and Tessian, who had been a high-ranking Templar who had only become a Templar after his boss had died at the Witch King's moodiness. If Tessian is dead now, will Karak not be defeated in the future?

Watching the executioner show the rank of the deceased, the witch king laughed and said, "There are so many deaths! not one of them was killed by your own hands! Your own conscience is still innocent, isn't it?"

The Witch King mounted his tall and handsome desert horse: "I'm pretty accurate, Psychic Warlock, we'll know." Do you know why I'm so laid-back? It's because I know you're going to give in eventually. Do you want me to read the contents of the scroll now and see how long I can resist?"

"Nope. ”

"No?" Karak ordered the scroll to be fetched. The clerk read it faithfully, "The Psychic Warlock witnessed the death of the two and had a special thought in his heart, and finally he refused to read the scroll. As set out therein. ”

Muhadi couldn't take it anymore, "If you can really predict my reaction accurately, know when I'm going to give in." Then you should be able to predict what I will tell you when I give in. In that case, why waste your time?"

"Is the process itself more meaningful than the result," the Witch King said empathetically. "People are born to die, but although everyone knows that this result cannot be changed, don't they all struggle to survive?"

"Or maybe," Karak said. "A qiē is predestined, just as you are destined to submit to me in the end, my response is also predestined. There is no such thing as free will, and you can see it if you have my prophetic powers. ”

Muhati laughed mockingly, "So, the most powerful prophetic mage on Atas is just a puppet?"

"No one is a puppet," the Witch King proudly declared. "It's just that I'm strong enough to see the thread of fate that manipulates us. ”

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