They are labeled, they are heterogeneated.

They were rounded up, slaughtered.

They were evicted and everything of value was confiscated. Gold, silver, and pottery coins. The ancestral necklace pendant, the bracelet ring purchased at the time of the wedding, were all ruthlessly taken away. The king's soldiers struck the gold teeth from the old man's mouth with the handle of his scimitar, and tore the earrings from the girl's ears bloodily.

Then they were driven into the desert to die.

Usually it doesn't take much time, the scorching climate, the relentless sandstorms, the insane thirst, they are sharper than scimitars, and they hurt more than magic. Countless unfortunate travelers have been lost in the desert, leaving nothing but their bones behind.

Although some tribes that believed in the First Cause joined the exiles, bringing with them small supplies and mounts. But death is still everywhere. Tyre's army drove the exiles to uninhabited areas far from trade routes and settlements, where forage was hard to find and drinking water was scarce. The land is parched and inhospitable, consisting of low sand dunes and wind-eroded, barren wilderness.

They crossed the bone-dry riverbed, and the few horses survived on the yellow, tough devil grass that emerged from under the rocks and from the bottom of the dead trees. Some of the scouts were sent out to investigate, but they did not dare to go far within the patrol range of the Tyre army, and found neither a well nor a sweet spring, only a pool of bitter water that was shallow and stagnant and exposed to the scorching sun. And the deeper you go into the desert, the smaller the pools you find, and the longer the distance between them.

Attas is undoubtedly a stern and ruthless world that spits on the weak.

The hidden water was drunk first, and it was not long before the leavened mare's milk, which many people loved more than life, was also revealed, followed by the dried meat and crumbled naan hidden in the cracks of the clothes. Since the hunters sent out could not find their prey, they had to feed on the meat of dead horses.

Death followed, frail children, wrinkled old women, the sick, fools and daredevils. One by one, they were killed by the cruelty of the desert. The young man was also growing emaciated, his eye sockets were sunken, and his head was as fragile as withered grass. There weren't many horses left alive, and they were all skinny, like a living corpse.

Every day someone falls, and the green-headed flies somehow always attract corpses. "Their time has come!" declared the living, who then recited the scriptures in silence, hoping that the deceased would find happiness in the First Cause that is not found in reality.

During the day, they were buried at the bottom of the dunes. At night, however, the grave was dug up and the body was nowhere to be found. No one knows who did it, and no one is serious about investigating the truth.

The weak-willed man falls into madness and is then drained of the last shred of water in his body by the sun.

If it weren't for the powerful instillation and infection of psionic energy, the rest of the people would have been shaken.

Sometimes, the brutal desert tortures the will of the living with illusions. It conjured up the effects of towns and even lakes in the distance, and when the people arrived in ecstasy, there was only desert and only death.

Many people had strange diseases, their lips and hands were blistered with blood, their heads fell off a lot, and eventually their legs trembled and they could not wake up.

The sun was shining, and the air near the ground was heated up, making everything around look blurry. People whisper and don't know when they will find a safe place.

Atas are tenacious, tenacious beings. Countless years of struggling to survive in harsh environments have made them much tougher than the other humanoid races in the multiverse, they can grow taller, run faster, and eat less. According to the Starch Spencer Druid, this is the power of evolution, the power of survival of the fittest, the force of nature.

But if there is no miracle life, no matter how tenacious the person is, he will not be able to support it.

During the day, they camped in wind-damaged rubble. In the evening, they continued on their way.

Then a miracle was born.

On that day, water fell from the sky.

Since the end of the Purification War and the beginning of the Witch King's reign, there has never been such a phenomenon.

Ever since the primordial warlock was sealed and the desert covered the entire world, there had never been such a phenomenon.

Ever since the ocean dried up and turned into a salt sea, and the azure sun turned a dull red. There has never been such a phenomenon.

Every oasis and every waterworks on Atas is in the hands of powerful merchant families and nobles. Water is so precious that people kill, rob, and fight each other in its name.

And now, water is falling from the sky and seems to be inexhaustible.

The next morning, people excited by this miracle gathered to discuss the next steps. Eventually, the elven tribesmen from the Scorpion tribe persuaded the others that they decided to head in the direction of Ulrick City.

Since the slain of the Witch King Hamanu, this once-beautiful city has long since lost its former glory. With no one in ten people left, many of the wandering bandits began to use it as a foothold, and it is said that there was a shortage of food and water sources. But even so, a city far from Tyre meant recuperation and safety, and they healed and regrouped.

And so, the group of exiles of Tyre ended up here.

The once beautiful pure white city walls are now in ruins. The narrow alleys of the city are intricate, the buildings are tilted against each other, and their fronts are not windowed. It has no characteristics, and as far as the eye can see, it is a miserable white. Everything is white, as if the inhabitants have no concept of color.

The exiles walked through the sun-drenched ruins of collapsed houses, and there were faded burn marks everywhere. Ullik was once a city of color and vitality, but the great war between the witch kings razed most of the city. The ensuing fire caused all the paint to fade.

Only a few of the inhabitants remained in the dead city, except for a small group of sand bandits. With the Buraku as the core, the exiles bandits, street after street, drove out the bandits and robbers. Although most of them are poorly armed and nourished, the high morale after witnessing the miracle has allowed them to win many battles.

After the bandits were driven away, the remaining inhabitants joined the exiles. They found figs from the botanical gardens in the ruins of the palace, plucked small green grapes from vines clinging to the ruined walls, dug weeds from the crevices of the white floor, and fed them to the horses.

They also found an abandoned waterworks, which were filled with bones. The exiles removed the bones and buried them, and then used the huge machines in the waterworks to pump water from the ground, mixed with large quantities of oil.

On the fifth day, a large army approached the city of Ulric, numbering more than two thousand. The exiles were all armed and on guard, but the army was an army of believers led by the elf Fahd. Fahd abruptly defected on the battlefield and allied himself with the Malik Sultan of Ankara and inflicted heavy losses on the army of the Tyres. Now he came to Ulric with his victorious warriors and booty. The chieftain Fatumah personally welcomed him, and exiles from other tribes sought out warriors from their tribes.

Psychic Aisha helps the Exiles care for their wounded along the way, and takes great pains to settle them in Uerek. Although Fatoumah did not say a word to her, she was very much loved by the exiles. The fly in the ointment was that it was said that the tribe to which she belonged was unwilling to convert to the faith of the First Cause, so she had to come alone.

It is said that she did not want her grief to be seen, so she left shortly after arriving in the city of Ulric and returned the same way to find the believers who had fallen behind in exile. On the same day she left, the chief of the Scorpion tribe also chose to leave. Her reason was that the Scorpio tribe had a fief near Ulric, and she was going there to bring her own kind.

On the tenth day, a woman with a beautiful face, a ponytail, and white wings like a swan spread behind her descended from the sky. Her coat was stained with blood, and it had formed brown blood scabs. She carried in her bosom Muhadi, the ruler of the believers.

According to Camilla's own account, as she left the Salt Sea, she encountered Eeb's Polis, who was fleeing from the Pure Fortress. The Dragon King was seriously wounded in the battle with the Primal Warlock, and was already running for his life. However, after escaping some distance, he sensed another fierce battle breaking out in the Pure Fortress, and the battle was fought by the Primordial Warlock.

Polis felt a little strange, so he hid in the Salt Sea Plain and observed the battle from afar.

He couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he witnessed the appearance of a thousand souls. These psychic warlocks have been forbearance for thousands of years, but they didn't expect such a strong person to come out. In this place of death, where life is extinct, he himself is not completely sure of defeating a thousand souls, let alone summoning ghosts.

But Polis also knows that although the strength of Thousand Souls is strong, in the face of Rajat, it will definitely be self-defeating. In the battle of purification, how many times did the primordial warlock face danger and finally turn the tables. If it weren't for the fact that more than 20 witch kings took advantage of Rajat's weakest moment to attack at the same time, it is difficult to say whether they would have been able to defeat and seal the primordial warlock.

It didn't take long for Polis to feel the existence of a thousand souls. It's finished, and the dragon king said to himself, holding out a little longer than I thought.

The Dragon King wanted to find out, but he himself was too seriously injured in the battle of Fang Cai, and the spells were consumed, and there was no vitality nearby to extract, so he really didn't want to take such a risk.

Polis was a resolute man, and since he decided not to take any chances, he turned around and left. When you unite with the other witch kings, you can also defeat Rajat again. Although the strength of the other party is still far stronger than his own, the exhibition of magic for thousands of years has not been in vain, and he can feel that the once insurmountable gap in strength has narrowed a lot.

At this time, he saw Kamila holding Muhadi flying through the air.

It's one thing to venture out and find out, it's another thing to get to your door. As soon as the dragon king saw the great druid flying by with the young man possessed by Rajat in his arms, he didn't say much, and immediately attacked.

And Camilla will not allow the soul of the primordial warlock to die forever, and the battle between the two is imminent.

Polis is the most powerful Witch King on Attas, an unrivaled blasphemer mage. His strength and experience are far from being matched by the current Camilla. But the female druid did not participate in the previous melee, and her strength was not lost in the slightest. And the dragon king was seriously injured by the primordial warlock, and one of his wings was torn off, and blood oozed from countless wounds all over his body, dripping onto the cemented salt plain.

Polis's tactic was to fight the battle, and despite his own injuries, he further extracted his life force and cast the blasphemous spell. If it weren't for the terrifying and powerful vitality of the Body Demon Dragon, so many big and small injuries would have been enough for him to die on the spot.

With a flash of green light, the Dragon King instantly killed a finger spell and directly hit the Great Druid who was flying in the air. Camila is struck by magic and stumbles in the air. This terrifying magical power instinctively killed a creature in an instant, but the clone of the opposite sex of the primordial warlock actually resisted the blow, and the archdruid only felt that the world was spinning for a while, but he was still alive.

Polis misses a blow and continues the pursuit. A huge vortex of energy appeared between him and the Grand Druid, streams of energy shooting out from the vortex in all directions. Huge energy stirred throughout the space, and thin spatial cracks were everywhere. Anyone who comes into contact with these spatial rifts means death.

Camilla saw the tide of destruction sweeping towards her, and her druid magic could not be instantaneous, nor could she use the technique of fixing. With Muhadi in her hands, her options were extremely limited.

She chose to show off her natural ability to transform, and while navigating through countless spatial cracks, she transformed into the form of a giant feathered snake. Her body shimmered with colorful scales, and her huge feathered wings spread from the snake's back to its tail, each half the size of a man.

Camila wrapped her tail around Muhadi's body, and the natural ability of the Feathered Serpent made her immune to magical attacks. The Great Druid protected the Psychic Sorcerer's body as much as he could, preferring to be injured himself rather than let him be hurt.

Polis stopped time and cast a spell to summon the Fallen Gods. Blood-red-winged otherworldly creatures came at the dragon king's call to tear through the space, wielding a swirling flaming greatsword. Then, while using a spell to disintegrate the Feathered Serpent's anti-demonic ability, the Witch King summons a darkness as black as night to envelop and defend himself.

Time flowed again, and more than half of the fallen gods stepped forward to attack, and the rest performed magic together, aiming directly at the female druid in the air.

Camilla, who had transformed into a feathered serpent, conjured a scroll out of thin air, covered with mysterious runes, shining and a faint metallic sheen, as if she wanted to do something.

Many of the Fallen Priests rushed forward to attack with their great mobility, and the Dragonlord's magic came faster than them. Polis let out a loud cry, and his spell pierced the scroll, hitting the huge feathered serpent directly, and she shrunk into a ball. The scrolls turned into glowing silver shards, one of which was a dagger-shaped shard that passed through the two Fallen Divine Acolytes, knocking them back into nothingness.

The rest of the minions swarmed up and seemed to be about to dismember Camila. On the huge wings of the feathered serpent, the feathers shoot out like sharp arrows. The fallen priests dodged the feathers, only to see that one of them had reverted back to the form of a winged human. Even the "Muhadi" protected by the snake's tail is fake, and the Great Druid has transformed his own animal messenger.

Camila broke through the encirclement of the summoned creatures with lightning speed, and walked away with Muhadi in her arms.

This confrontation lasted only a few blinks of an eye, but the danger was not diminished in the slightest. If the body of a female druid is unable to resist the dragonlord's instant death spell, then the confrontation is over before it has even begun. If Camilla had transformed into a feathered serpent on the spot, then Polis's energy vortex would have been enough to tear her to pieces. If she hadn't used a strategy to get out at the end, the Witch King would have won with his strength once she was caught in a protracted battle.

In this way, Camilla was injured and insisted on flying over the remaining distance, which was difficult and needless to say. When she brought Muhati to Uerek City, she immediately chose to rest and recuperate alone.

When Muhati woke up three days after arriving in Ulik City, the whole city celebrated. According to those who were lucky enough to meet the Psychic Warlock, Muhadi now looks different than before, and no one can say exactly how it is different.

When Muhadi awoke, he learned about the current state of affairs from several prominent believers. He was calm and efficient in delivering orders. At the turn of day and night, he ordered the women to go to the botanical gardens where the witch kings and nobles used to harvest the fruits, while the men fed the horses, mended the bridles, stirrups, farriers, and kicking spurs. Children roam the lanes, digging up old coins and unbroken pottery, as well as usable metal vessels.

The next morning, he summoned the best riders of the tribesmen and ordered them to select the strongest and healthiest horses, load them with water, and explore the area around the city of Ulric.

"I command you to go and find something noteworthy. Mohathir said. "Go to villages and tribes, to caravans and people, to find oases, water sources and herds of trade. If you can't find anything, make a note of the terrain and sights around it. If we need to go out again, we must not be blind. ”

"If you encounter sand bandits, or other tribes, tell them my name. Tell them that if they are afraid of being purged by Tyre's army, or if they are concerned about their rights after the abolition of slavery, come to the city of Ulric. I will have important mentions to speak to them. ”

When the scouts were gone, the Psilomancer ordered the Followers to dig through the ground of the many squares in the city of Ulrik and dig out the dirt beneath them. If weeds can survive in the crevices of the slate, then other plants can grow there after the slab is removed. Muhadi commissioned the Ulek water plant's ancient machine, doubling its output and separating water from oil, so that there would be no shortage of water. Everyone was amazed, not knowing how the Psychic Warlock had mastered the technique of the Ancient Halfling.

Muhadi also ordered the gates and walls of Ulrik to be repaired, saying: "We must be ready if the enemy comes." He announced to the crowd.

As a result of the separation from the jurisdiction of Tyre, the laws of Tyre were no longer valid. Muhadi decided to perfect a law that touched on all aspects of life, down to the smallest detail. Psychic magicians believed that the clearer and more comprehensive the law, the more freedom would be given to the people. On Earth, the Roman aristocracy resisted the emergence of written law. Because it means giving up the "power to arbitrarily decide" and using clear rules as a cocoon.

On the fifteenth, the scouts continued to report on 6.

"My Harry, the chief of the believers. The scout who was the first to report said. "I walked through the endless yellow desert and barren wasteland, full of billowing sand, wind-eroded rocks, and spiky plants. But on the way, I met Lady Aisha, who had gathered the stragglers, and a man who called himself a legion, and he asked to meet you immediately!"

"Let them in, and wait for my call in the tent first. Mohathir said.

The second scout also returned to the gates of Uerek City and shouted to the guards who had signaled and to Muhadi, who had heard the news. "My Harry, the chief of the believers. In the scorching sun, I headed south to find the remains of two villages. The survivors there all agreed to move in with Ulrich. I also met three sand bandits, and they all agreed to hear your mention. ”

"That's very good. Muhathir said. "Is there anything else?"

"Chief Fatoumah went to the fief that the Tyrs had given to the Scorpion tribe, where she gathered a large group of riders and returned with me...... When Sheikh Fatoumah heard that you were back, he asked to meet you immediately!"

The Psychic Warlock also ordered them to be placed in the city and brought water and food as a treat.

Not long after the second scout returned, a third scout appeared. "My Harry!" he shouted as he rode his horse. "Commander of all the believers. I met an incredible guest who saved my life when I got lost and shared clear water with me. He asked to see you immediately!"

Muhadi stared out of the city gates, a fat stranger wrapped in a robe from head to toe. "What kind of guest is it, the warrior who saved me?"

The fat man stepped forward and lifted his hood. "I am Malik of Ankara, the Sixteenth Fighter, the Soul Sucker and the Destroyer. I request to meet with you. ”

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