"Say," al-Fuwad ibn Abbas relayed the message of the future Muhadi. "'Hold on to your faith, and faith will help you succeed.'" ’”

"That's it?" Muhadi was disappointed, "I'm just going to let you say this?" "Why am I so fierce?" the Psychic Warlock can't help but feel resentful of himself, and like to do things like to be so deceitful?

"That's it. Fovard spread his hands, "You said you should understand as soon as you hear it." ”

Muhadi was silent, who else knew me better than I did, he thought, he should be able to tell him what he wanted to tell him.

The great merchant Fuwad ibn Abbas, who was just an ordinary man, could not resist the powers of mind reading and the magic of prophecy. I must have said that I didn't tell him too much for this reason, leaving only simple suggestive sentences.

Muhadi guessed that maybe he had left something else, but it required a specific method to touch, like the depth hint ability of delayed touch.

"A qiē praise, all to the great Lord. The Psychic Warlock said.

"A qiē praise, all to the great Lord. "The great merchant Foward replied.

After saying this, Fovard's voice suddenly changed, and he spoke in the tone of another person, as if he had been possessed.

"I know you can reveal this hidden message because I can remember this qiē, young me. Fowad said in Muhadi's own voice, which gave him a very strange feeling. "I remember a few years ago when I was sitting in your current position, listening to the solution to the Witch King. ”

The big businessman continued. "Rajat the Primordial Warlock was a picky man, and the fighters he chose were all true geniuses and talents. Every witch king of Atas is by no means easy to match and cannot be taken lightly. ”

"But these witch kings are not invulnerable, and now you have seen how Hamanu of Ulrik and Abela Chili of Ram fell. And you'll be dealing with more witch kings in the future. Karak is no stronger than the other Witch Kings. ”

"His weakness," Fuwad ibn Abbas explained in the voice of the telemancer himself. "It's his prophetic magic. ”

What does this mean? Muhadi was puzzled, the witch king's prophetic magic was so accurate that he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Indeed, Karak's prophetic magic is incomparably accurate, and as long as it is what he predicts, it cannot be wrong. The future Muhadi seemed to know what was going on in his mind at this time, explaining through the mouth of a big businessman. "Its weakness is its strength. ”

"Huh?" the telemancer seemed to understand a little, but he hadn't yet formed a clear line of thought.

Fovard further explained in a voice that did not belong to him, "Karak's prophecy is absolutely infallible, do you see what it means?" and he deliberately accentuated the tone of the word "absolutely."

This means that his prophecy is as shackles to him as it is to you. The future Muhadi continued. "Nor could he escape the fate of being written on a scroll. ”

As a young man, Karrak tried to change the future he had predicted, but his current results were always in vain, and fate always forced him to follow the path he had already predestined by the most incredible coincidences...... Why didn't he just kill you? because the scroll doesn't say he killed you. Why doesn't he insist on digging up your secrets with a magical mind-reading? because it doesn't say that on the scroll...... He, like you, is in bondage. ”

"Soon, you'll have a chance to witness this. Then you will manifest, there is no prophecy that binds you at all, let it go, and in the end you will manifest the scroll as nothing more than a record of your path. ”

"I still don't understand," Muhadi frowned. "That sounds like self-deception. I now feel like I am walking alone in the desolate desert, with footprints stretching from behind me to in front of me, and every step I take falls into the footprints that have been reserved in front of me. And what you gave me is, close your eyes, as if those footprints don't exist?"

"Maybe if you think they don't have zài, they won't have zài. Remember what Lyra once told us that without observation, the cloud of probability would not collapse as a fact? The future Muhati said unfathomably with the help of Fowad's mouth. "Close your eyes and let go, and go in whatever direction you want to go. When you open your eyes again, you will find that you have reached your destination, and even though you are still stepping in the footprints of the prophecy every time, what does it matter?"

The future Psychic Warlock didn't seem to want to go any further, "Finally, you need one more thing in order to defeat the Witch King at the last minute. ”

"What's that?" asked Muhadi.

"You already know. With that, Fovard shuddered, and when he spoke again, he had already switched back to his original voice.

"Time is running out. He said. "I had to leave so that no one would be suspicious. ”

The Psychic Warlock was still a little confused, but he knew that staying here would not help his question. "Okay," he said. "I must go back to the palace too. ”

"We'll see you again later, Lord Muhadi. The big merchant assured him, and then left behind with his face covered. In order not to provoke unnecessary ideas, Muhadi waited a little more before leaving the other way.

When he returned to the palace, the Psychic Warlock was in a strange mood. The guards who usually stood guard near their dormitories were replaced, and the new soldiers showed unfriendly expressions.

Walking into his room, he saw that the Witch King had been waiting for a long time. "Ah, little friend. Karak greeted warmly, "You've just arrived, I have a gift for you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a slave brought up a delicate silver platter, and in the middle of it was a pocket, in which something seemed to be placed.

Muhadi took the bag from the plate and untied the rope that sealed it, and a blood-stained human head rolled out of the bag. The Psychic Warlock recognized it as belonging to the ** official with whom he was making a deal, Yaya.

"It seems," Muhathir said, taking a deep breath. "He's dead. ”

"Of course, very few people can live without their heads, right?" said the Witch King, amused by his joke. "But the servant is still alive, and he is not as lucky as Yaya. I'm afraid he'll have to taste torture before he dies, and maybe he'll be grateful to me from the bottom of his heart when I take his life?"

The Witch King waved his hand, and the clerk of the Wang family appeared with a scroll. "The psychic warlock colluded with Yaya and secretly plotted his escape. He unfolded the scroll and said. As it is contained. ”

As it contains, Muhadi thought, but it does not mention Fowad, nor does it mention what his future self sues him...... Maybe I really have a chance.

Karak didn't seem to notice the Psychic Warlock's thoughts, "Everything is in my hands. He said, then gesturing to the scroll. "Did you notice, there's not much written on this scroll. This means that you are getting closer to the time of your final submission, and soon, I will be able to hear from you what I want to know...... My prophecies are never wrong. ”

If it had been a day ago, Muhadi would have been speechless. But today, after listening to Fovard's words, the Psychic felt that he had something to say. "If you really never make a mistake, then you already know that you won, what game are you going to play with me?

"Why? To show you, of course, whether the scroll has been fulfilled or not. Karak said.

"Let me know if the scroll really has anything to do with it, and who can understand their own fate?"

"It doesn't matter if you know anything. Karak mused. "What you do matters. ”

With these words, the Witch King departed with his courtiers and slaves, leaving the Psychic Sorcerer alone in the empty bedchamber to ponder.

To justify the message he left for himself in the future, Mohamad orchestrated a bold attempt.

Next to the palace, the site of the original Great Pyramid, or the future Pyramid, is now a huge slave bazaar. The merchant families from the north to the south brought their best slaves here to be sold, and the wealthy and wealthy high rollers lingered here and spent a lot of money.

Many people have lost their freedom and dignity here, and some have lost their lives along with them. Here, people are sold like animals, and buyers check their teeth to determine their age, touch them here, pinch them there to see if their muscles are strong. Elves sold the most, followed by humans, and Dwarves and Muirs had fewer slaves, but each of them could be sold for a high price.

Muhati intends to cause a big mess here and test the Witch King's reaction. The Witch King was undoubtedly able to predict his own plot, but the main thing is, could he have stopped it in advance? If it had been prevented in advance, would the prophecy still be absolutely correct?

The Psychic Warlock snuck out of the palace in the night with his face covered in a turban, and his destination was the Crystal Spider, the gambling house in the Elven Bazaar.

The owner, Kulsum, did not recognise the identity of the masked visitor, but Muhadi could clearly remember the first time he met him more than a decade later. He almost killed him then, and Aisha, who was by his side at the time.

The telemancer knew that this cunning elf had a close relationship with the Scorpion tribe, and that he could get in touch with the people of the tribe.

Muhadi was fluent in Elvish, and his psychic abilities made him very convincing. Kulsumum readily agreed to introduce him to the tribe's chief Abiad, who had just arrived in the city.

A qiēshun lì made Muhadi feel like he was walking on a predestined path.

Fatumah and Fahd's father, Chief Abiad, quietly arrived at the Crystal Spider in the early hours of the morning. Compared to his memory, the elven chief at this time had not yet been struck down by aging, although his temples were gray, he still looked young and strong, and his almond-yellow eyes were bright, which reminded the Psychic Warlock of his daughter.

The Scorpio chief at this time was not young either, but he had a cold and resolute face, the face of a nomadic warrior. He had a hideous scar on his face, which ran from his forehead through his nose and mouth to his chin, which was terrifying. His eyes were cold and could make a timid man tremble. Such a man laughs out loud at his own suffering, sees the suffering of others as a rain, and never knows what mercy and kindness are.

This is the man who must be persuaded in Muhadi's plan.

After some temptation, the chief believed that the Psychic Warlock was not a spy of the Witch King. He felt that the masked young human man in front of him was unfathomable, and perhaps his mention was worth a try.

"Say it again," said Chief Abiad. "The details of your plan. ’

"I will guarantee that the entire slave trading area will be thrown into chaos. Muhathir said. "I can also guarantee that the Templars won't be able to intervene in time. ”

"Take advantage of this opportunity and you can make a bold attack," the psychic said agitation, promising all sorts of good promises. "Think about what this can bring you? You can save the captured people, and you can save more people and strengthen the tribe. You can grab riches and gain unparalleled prestige. ”

"And how can I escape the Witch King's revenge afterwards?" Abiad wondered. "If I have to hide in Tibet, how can I get prestige?"

"You don't have to reveal your identity," Muhathir assured. "If the action goes smoothly, the Templars won't have time to react. And you can hire mercenaries through guò intermediaries, not to mention, as far as I know, the witch king went out hunting and will not come back for a short time...... As for the risks, of course there are, but are you willing to watch your life fall into the hands of slave masters?"

Abiad, a chieftain who valued his people, agreed to Muhadi's request with a slight sigh. "I agree, so what's your reward? I'm willing to take the risk to save my fellow elves, what is your purpose in doing so?"

Muhati paused, pondering how to answer the question. "You just take it as my personal hobby, and make trouble for the Witch King. "In fact, Karak himself did not rely on the income from the slave trade, and messing around there would not have caused the Witch King's treasury to shrink in the slightest, and even Karak would not have noticed it at all, but it would make sense to Muhadi.

"As for the remuneration. The Psychic Sorcerer said to Chief Abiad, "All you have to do is remember my words." Remember, the Witch Kings are not eternal—even if their reign lasts for thousands of years, it looks like they will continue to do so. When change comes, you will make the right choice. ”

"You're a Guardian Mage, aren't you?" Chief Abiad narrowed his eyes, as if trying to see through Muhadi's turban and see his covered face. "You're advocating rebellion!"

"I'm just a passerby. Muhati shrugged and said indifferently. "I don't think it will be in my ears, so I will forget what I just said. If you do more good deeds in the future, and if you come to the rescue of a traveler in distress in the desert, you will be paid to me. ”

"How," the Psychic asked. "Are you willing to do it?"

"I may be old," said the chief of the Scorpion tribe, the father of Fatuma and Fahd. "But I'm not cowardly. And I also heard the story of the Witch Kings and their terrible crimes from the fire songs of the tribes. ”

"The armies of the great enemy, led by the Warriors, invaded the ancient elven empire, and they steamed the seas and razed the forests. Our ancestors resisted one after another, and every street, every house, was their battlefield. Street fighting lasted for 30 days and 30 nights, and blood flowed on the streets. The surviving elves were captured alive and sold into slavery, their worth used to pay the warriors' military expenses, their tongues cut off or burned with a soldering iron, and the ancient elves perished with them. ”

“...... Houses were ransacked. Small objects of value—gems, ornaments, and coins—became trophies of the invaders. The large pieces—beautiful furniture, fine lamps, sumptuous carriages—were valued and shipped away by the clerical men of the gladiators. Heirlooms that had no commercial value – spindles and looms, children's toys, portraits of ancestors – were burned. ”

“...... The library burned down, and the books written in the Old Elven script became a swan song. The great writings of great playwrights, poets and philosophers, the speeches and memoirs of Hanica and her father Hanipeg, the legend of Queen Dido and the founding of the Elven Empire, all the records of the great leaders of this land - all burned to ashes. ”

“...... Our gods were also thrown off their thrones, and their temples were left in ruins. Stone statues were smashed, ivory, onyx, and lapis lazuli inlaid eyes were gouged out, and gold and silver statues were melted into strips. The Holy Father Corellon, the Virgin Angelis, the brave and fearless Soronore, the merciful Relifen - in one day, they disappeared from this world. ”

"Now, you sue me, masked 'passerby'. The old sheikh asked Muhadi rhetorically. "If you were an elf and the Witch King had committed such a horrific crime against your people, would you seize the opportunity to rebel?"

The old elf grinned, and Muhadi knew that this was the end.

Emerging from the Crystal Spider, the Psychic Warlock seemed to wander around aimlessly, and after making sure that he had no one to follow, he came to the location of the Slave Bazaar.

At this time, he was wearing a black burqa, and his face was tightly covered, hiding in the crowd on the side of the street. There was a constant stream of merchants coming and going, and Muhathir felt that no one would be surprised by the sudden emergence of a stranger.

A swaggering merchant came out of the bazaar at this moment, followed by servants and guards. The slaves he bought were lined up, all of them looking depressed and unclothed.

It's you, Muhati said to himself, and pretended to accidentally bump into the merchant. The moment the two looked at each other, the psychic magician displayed his ability, planting a deep hint of delay in the other's heart.

Next, Muhati sneaks behind the Templar patrol, and it's time for the chaos to begin.

The Psychic Warlock concentrates and unleashes his abilities.

The sudden attack caught the Templar patrol by surprise. Most of these Templars were born into the nobility of Tyre, and they were not weak in strength, but they only dealt with ordinary mobs and criminals all year round, and their vigilance was not high, and they fell for the tricks of the Psychic Warlock all of a sudden.

A terrifying hallucinations gripped their minds, and Muhadi himself did not show up, leaving the Templars in confusion. In their eyes, the surrounding Qiē suddenly became strange and dangerous. A monster from a nightmare, suddenly appearing.

It was like a thought, a sigh, like a freshly sharpened, cold scythe, sweeping a qiē. It moves like a moving wall through the crowd. The sun shone on the scales and shone brightly in the shadows cast by the tall buildings. It was like a snake, but a snake would never have such a huge body and such a terrifying aura.

The Templars drew their scimitars and slashed at the illusionary monster, slashing several civilians in their path. The crowd was not affected by the illusion, but only saw the patrol suddenly go crazy and cut people, and they were all shocked and shouted. The scene was chaotic, full of people scurrying around, and out-of-control camels were rampaging through the streets.

In the hallucinations of the Templars, the chaos was caused by the serpent-like monster. It crawled into crowded areas, tearing apart the caravans in the streets, ruthless, unstoppable, like a storm and a landslide, not at all like a living thing. It holds a living person in its mouth, and the masseter muscles on both sides of its throat keep wriggling to chew and swallow it. Its long whip-like tail flailed around, knocking people around.

The leaders of the Templars were masked and mounted on a horse. Despite all the battles, the mare retreated, neighing in horror. He grabbed the reins, and his mount retreated, his horse's head still struggling.

As if the scene wasn't chaotic enough, the merchant who had been deeply hinted at by the telemancer suddenly went crazy. He pulled out his scimitar and slashed at the people around him without a head, and as he slashed, he also gave orders for his subordinates to follow suit. The merchant's guards didn't know why, but in the end, they shrugged their shoulders and did as they were told.

A frightened camel went on a rampage, knocking over the Templar's mount. In the midst of the chaos, there are people who take advantage of the fire to rob, or take the goods they buy and run without paying.

A group of masked warriors suddenly emerge from an unknown corner and take advantage of the chaos to rush to the slave trading grounds. There was no one to stop them along the way, and the Templars were still trapped by the illusion. The slave owners watched in amazement as the gang of strongmen rushed up and slashed, without saying a word. After they had cut down the slave owners, they cut the ropes that had trapped them and set them free.

Almost, Mouhadi thought, it was time for him to get out.

He chose a winding path, as it would make it impossible for the Templars to chase him in on their mounts, and the Psychic Warlock was confident that he would be able to escape.

As if trying to break his confidence, several ominous black shadows appeared in the air.

Muhati looked up and frowned. The dark shadow in the air was the blasphemer mage sitting on the magic carpet, he had thought that they would not appear so soon, what now?

The chaos at the Bazaar has attracted more attention, with squads of Templars arriving from other areas to try to cordon off the place, and many of the Witch King's minions have appeared in the streets.

It doesn't matter if he is caught, the Witch King will not kill him anyway. However, if Karak catches him and becomes angry with Abiad, it will be a big problem, and there will be a paradox.

At this moment, a man whispered to the psychic mancer. "Follow me!"

Muhati looked down and saw that he was a young boy of five or six years old, with a blue turban, jewel-like blue eyes, and a very delicate face. At this time, the little boy was tugging at the corner of the Psychic Warlock's robe with a small hand, "Hurry, or the Templars will come, they will always come sooner than expected!"

Do you want to believe him? The psychic warlock's ability had consumed so much of his aura that he had no time left to squander. But he was willing to take the risk, and the spirit could tell him that this man had no malice.

The little boy dragged Muhadi to another alley, he was obviously familiar with the area, for he never hesitated to turn a corner. Eventually, he pulled open an inconspicuous broken wooden door and led the Psychic into a semi-underground dark warehouse. No sooner had the wooden door closed than Muhadi heard the rumbling footsteps of the Templars passing by them.

It looks like getting rid of them, Muhati thought, greatly relieved.

"Thanks, boy. The Psychic Warlock sincerely thanked the handsome little boy who had helped him. "I'm sorry for you this time. ”

"I'm just going to repay you," the little boy let go of his grip on his robe and sat down cross-legged on his own. "You're the witch king's guest, aren't you? I heard that on the first day you came to Tyre, you caused a riot in the street outside the palace, and that saved my life. ”

Muhathir remembered that he had indeed thrown a lot of artworks out of the palace that day, in order to make sure that his room was not being watched by magical objects, and he did not expect to cause such an unexpected result.

"Plus, I'm not a brat. The child, who looked like he was only five or six years old, said calmly. "I'm a girl named Satilly. ”

Even if a bolt of lightning fell at the telemancer's feet at this moment, Muhadi couldn't have been more surprised. Was this fate, he thought. "Satilly?" the Psychic Warlock spoke again, his voice trembling a little. "I'm sorry I made a mistake, do you want me to give you a gift as compensation?"

"What's that?" asked little Sadiri curiously, looking with interest at Muhadi, who was wearing a burqa and covering his face, barely making out of sight.

"This book. The psychic sorcerer fumbled for a moment, and pulled out the magic book he had treasured for a long time. The magic book had been with him since he crossed over to Athas, and Muhadi had never been able to read it, but he felt that it would come in handy one day, so he never lost it. "Cherish it. ”

"Magic books?" Little Satili's eyes lit up, her intelligence was obviously far from her peers, and her knowledge was extraordinary, and she actually recognized magic books.

She took the spellbook and carefully hid it. "Someday, I'm going to be a mage!" she excitedly declared.

"One of the most powerful mages. Muhadi agreed.

"By the way," the little girl seemed to remember something, "what's your name?"

"It's just a passerby. The Psychic shrugged, he didn't dare to stay with Satili any longer, and prepared to leave.

"I'm going to give you a gift too. Little Sadiri said happily, and took a necklace from her neck and handed it to Muhadi. "My sister gave it to me, it's a real coral. ”

Muhati stretched out his hand to take it, and a wave of excitement in his heart to shape history turned upside down.

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