As it stands, Tyre is under tremendous pressure from the Witch King's coalition forces. And the leader of the Witch King's alliance is none other than the Witch King Ulric.

For more than 2,000 years, Yuric ruled the city that bears his name, and fought numerous bloody and tragic wars with the neighboring city of Tyre and its ruler, the Witch King Karak. However, this long battle has no meaning other than the blood of millions of people. Neither side can shake the foundation of the other's rule.

But now, the situation has changed, and the Witch King of Tyre has been killed by the revolutionaries. So Yurik got up with Tyr again, and this time, no witch king was going to stop him. The Tyres pursued a revolution of freedom, but they lost their greatest protector.

Of course, in order to prevent the other witch kings from seeing that the Ulric City family is dominant, they will be ruthless behind their backs. Ulrik also invited the witch kings of two other cities, Nibenai and Ankara, to join him. Now, it is said that the Tri-Cities coalition is almost ready to assemble in Ulric City.

Of course, it is not possible for the two sides to start fighting immediately. Fighting in the desert is a completely different thing than fighting in any other environment. The oases scattered in the desert cannot fully supply the needs of a large army. Therefore, before sending troops, it is necessary to establish a series of supply points along the way, and stock up on plenty of water and food in advance. The war between Tyr and the Witch King is still in the stage of fighting for outlying strongholds. As for when it will be able to hit the city, some say a month, some say a few months, and only the most optimistic Tyre will say more than half a year.

The Witch King himself didn't have to think about any supplies, but Yurik was obviously afraid of the Guardian Alliance in Tyre, and even if he was only injured, it would give the other Witch Kings a chance. What's more, as a witch king, he doesn't want to involve too much energy in mundane affairs, even if he exterminates the revolutionaries in Tyre, there is no one to rule as officials, then it is meaningless.

Presumably, Yurik sent his own Templars to join the caravan in order to win over the tribesmen near Tyre. It's just that this Templar is obviously not well-informed, and he doesn't even know that the Scorpion tribe and Tyr have formed an alliance.

"He is a worthy captive. Muhadi raised his hand to stop the elf's shooting, rode up to Fatuma, and said in a low voice.

The caravan archers who were holding on to the back of the beetle saw that the attack had stopped, so they also withdrew.

"You want a Templar as a slave?" Fatoumah didn't understand for a moment.

"I don't need slaves. Muhati explained that he did not approve of slavery, "but Tyr needs a Templar of Yurik, doesn't he?"

"If you give this guy to the Tyrs, then the other party will definitely reciprocate. Isn't such a feat better than simply plundering a caravan?" Muhaditi said, "We can persuade the caravan leader to surrender and hand over only the gold and men." ”

The elven girl looked at the archers and the corpses that were carefully guarding the back of the big beetle, and subconsciously used her thumb to Mosher on the handle of the scimitar, and said for a long time: "What about you? Muhadi, what benefit have you got? Why did you encourage me to hunt down this caravan in the first place, and now make an idea for me?"

"Aren't you a good mix with Fahd?"

"You're happy, I can have a better life. Muhati shrugged, "It's better than you're upset." As for my benefit...... "The young man pondered for a moment before he said, "You don't plan to keep the slaves, the ones sold to this caravan, do you?"

"Of course. The girl nodded, "These slaves were sold from the tribe, and if they were to flow back into the tribe and sell them again, it would damage our reputation." ”

"Then give me these slaves, and you can treat them as if they were dead. "Muhadi built yì, for his own reasons, he didn't want to see these slaves die in the desert. "I have my own use. ”

This time the girl thought about it for a long time, and just when the boy thought she was going to refuse, the other said, "Freak in the truest sense," she said in a much softer voice, "maybe you are really who I thought you were." ”

"You go negotiate with the caravan leader, and if it succeeds, do as you say. Fatoumah finally made a decision.

Muhati bowed slightly, and then shouted to the top in Elven language, "Lord Dawood from Yurik! Hassan of the Scorpion Tribe greets you, I'm afraid I can't wait to accept your hospitality!"

A fat elf's head cautiously poked out of the car behind the beetle, "It's you!" he exclaimed, "You can speak Elfish!"

"Who said I wouldn't?" Muhati replied triumphantly, giving the elven warriors around him a look not to reveal that he was not Hassan.

Dawood had been hiding in the car just now, not hearing the conversation outside, when he said in a trembling voice, "What do you want?!Gold, I have gold, and those slaves! Yes, slaves! I don't want it, I'll give it to you!"

"Of course the slaves will be mine, and the gold will be to this charming girl beside me. But I don't just want slaves. Muhadi said, "And your friend who is shaken into a sieve." He pointed to the Templar of Yuric.

"What!" the Templar cried out in frustration, "you can't do this, I represent the invincible Witch King Ulric, and you are all going to die horribly when he wields his powers!"

Before he could finish, the boy interrupted him. "No, of course I can. Then he slashed at the big beetle's compound eye, and the beetle was in pain and began to tremble. Although these can't hurt this rough-skinned and thick-skinned mount, they are enough for the people above to gain an unstable foothold.

"You continue to resist, and at most you will injure a few more of our samurai. In the end, we will destroy it. ”

"...... here," Muhati said, gesturing to the desert around him, "...... No one will pass by, and you dare to resist. We'll kill them all, and we'll skin you and roast you on a dung fire. The young man made a threatening voice, although his tone was flat, but the firmness and disregard for life revealed made people have to consider his words, "Look at your figure, this must be a greasy delicacy." ”

"No!" shouted Dawood, "I promise you, I promise you! This Templar has nothing to do with me, you can do whatever you want with him!"

The guy succumbed so quickly, and Muhathir was a bit of a disappointment. The Templar shouted, "How dare you, trust you so much, a non-human, and you dare to betray his Templar!"

"Throw him out of the car!" Dawood shouted to the archers, who obeyed in silence and threw the Templar off the back of the beetle.

"I will never give in like this!" the samurai landed in an undignified position, cried out with trembling all over his body, and drew his sword to resist.

Several elves who had been around immediately struck, and four arrows were fired at the Templar's shoulders and knees.

With a "buzz", four arrows bounced off at the same time.

"Enchanted armor!" The elves' eyes lit up, it was actually legendary equipment, and even Fatumai couldn't help but let out a low breath.

In Artas, life force is drained due to magic. Therefore, enchanted weapons are rare, and ordinary people may not see one in their lifetime. If it weren't for the Witch King's men, there would never be such equipment.

"He's mine!" Fatoumah shouted, wrapping his whip around the Templar's leg and dragging him down.

"'He's mine. The Great Sherif also struck with a few other elves, and four or five whips entangled his opponent, making him unable to move. Enchanted armor, while almost indestructible, does not prevent the owner from getting entangled in the whip. "You've never said that to me, Fatoumah, even that human boy, you've claimed to be 'your man'. The Great Sherif said to the elven maiden.

"Shut up, Sharif. Fatuma said, and then she looked up at Dawood, "Did you hear that human warrior's construction? Get down, I'll spare your life." Then she added, "I vouch for the honor of the tribe." ”

Hearing this assurance, Dawood seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. So the archers on the back of the big beetle went down to the ground first, then Dawood and his slave translator. When Dawood came down, the two archers had to be careful. lest the fat old man fall to the ground and shatter his buttocks.

"Your gold!" Fatumah continued. At this time, the samurai had already stepped forward to contact the opponent's armament.

So Dawood took out all the gold coins on his body like cutting meat, "You promised my life!"

"Less nonsense. Muhadi ordered. "And those ornaments!"

It was only after Arrival Wood had removed all the ornaments from his body, including the ornate robes, that Fatumah nodded and ordered his men to put away their belongings.

"Now you can let me go!" Because one of the elven warriors thought that his clothes were also valuable, Dawood was stripped naked, revealing his fat body, which looked disgusting. Muhathir felt that he must be the ugliest elf in the world.

"Count how many of the caravan men are left alive besides the slaves?" Fatumah commanded suddenly, and Muhadi looked at her in bewilderment.

"Twenty more!" replied one of the samurai. In just a few minutes of fighting, there were only a few remnants of a large caravan of more than 100 people.

"Bring them together!"

So the surviving traders were dragged out of the pile of corpses and driven to the caravan archers. "What is this going to do?" shouted Dawood, "you pledged it with the honor of the tribe. ”

"Promised your life, I remember. Fatumah replied coldly, "Their lives were not guaranteed." ”

"It would be better for these people to spread the word that we are already hostile to Yurik's caravan. The people of Tyre will also be happier. Fatumah explained, not to Dawood, but to Muhadi, "Tyre will definitely say something when he sees our firm stance." ”

Vote for the name, Muhathir thought to himself.

"Which of the twenty is the best!" asked Fatoumah, the vendors and archers looking at each other in confusion.

"It's me. A valiant female warrior. An elven archer, who looked like he had grown up in the city, plucked up his courage and said, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Cut out his tongue. Fatoumah's order was immediately carried out by the Sharif brothers. The hapless archer only had time for the last scream.

"The other nineteen people, gouge out their eyes. The elven girl said coldly, "Let the one with the eyes on the head and the tongue on his shoulder, line up." ”

"Go to the nearest oasis, go to the nearest town!"

"Then I want the nineteen who have tongues to tell what is happening today, so that all men may know. She smiled sweetly, "How willing the Scorpio tribe is to go for its allies." ”

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