Muhadir thought about it for a moment, and his heart was clear.

Fahd must have killed Udai and then brought in the guards. The guards didn't know the identity of the person who stole the scroll, only vaguely knew that it might be a face dancer. When they learned of the commotion, they were drawn in, but at this time, the druid disguised himself as Udai and easily mixed in.

You can guess exactly how you do it without looking. Fahd is well-travelled, eloquent, and performant. It was not difficult for him to pretend to be a big battle and look confused. And the druid Camilla could leave some of her own costumes and disguise Udai's body as her own, which the soldiers couldn't recognize for a while. Taking advantage of this time, she can escape calmly. Even if the mages end up with the druids, they can't guess that Fahd is attacking his own people, just to create a chance for an "enemy" to escape.

"You're doing well, friend. Muhadi nodded to the elf, and to outsiders, he naturally thought he was admiring the other's bravery.

"But next time, definitely don't take such a risk. He used his psionic energy to project a clear warning directly into the other party's mind, although the elf did a good job, and even exceeded his expectations, but he did not instruct the other party to kill Wu Dai. Such a self-made assertion of disregard for human life made him very unhappy. If it weren't for Cotander, he would have lost a painful experience at this time.

The elf sensed his dissatisfaction, "Fortunately, the Cotander ** master ......" Speaking of this, he bowed slightly to the elderly ** master, "...... Found what the damn thief had left behind, and it seemed like she had left behind quite a few things in her panic, including the antidote you needed. ”

"Exactly," said the elder in his voice, reassuring Muhathir, "Thankfully, we did something to the scrolls she stole from us, so this time we didn't fail." As long as she has to deal with her master, we will know who is behind the scenes. Moreover, those fake scrolls, once read, will have unpredictable consequences. ”

Naturally, the old mage did not speak so smoothly when he said this, and he coughed several times, and finally the saliva mixed with blood flowed out, which he used to wipe out with a high-quality handkerchief.

"Tyr needs more loyal men like you......" the old mage said with emotion, and for a moment he seemed to be no longer a powerful guardian mage, but a bad old man who was dying. “...... In the face of the Witch King, our strength is still too weak. There are many traitors inside......"

Although he knew that he was not talking about himself, Mohathir still felt a pang of awe-inspiring in his heart.

“...... Shatiri used to make fun of the Guardian Mage League for being a useless fight, saying, 'A bad old man who can't stand up with a man's roots and a wise man with thin arms like a hemp pole can't accomplish anything.' And she's right, we just plan, plan, and fail, and fail, and see opportunities slip away again and again. Thousands of years have passed, but the rule of the Witch King has become more and more secure. ”

The old mage seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, "That's why she hid her identity and infiltrated the gladiators." And then in less than two years, she did the miracle that we have only dared to dream of for twenty centuries, and she literally overthrew a witch king, proving that there is a silver lining for the future of Artas. ”

"Maybe the Alliance's previous closed approach was indeed wrong. We Guardian Mages need all sorts of allies to achieve our ideals......" The old man babbled for a long time, and Muhathir couldn't figure out what he was going to say. “...... Your friend Fahd told me about your intention to put him in the Governing Council. I thought maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to have such a warrior join us. He's brave, and that's what we need. Tyr needs more members from the tribe, from the merchant families, to join the Governing Council, which will unite more forces. ”

"Anyway, I'll mention this to Shatiri. The old mage finally concluded, and he got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I've handed over the antidote to your elf friends, pay attention to cultivation. Alas, but I think you'd better get out of here as much as possible, because the scouts have reported that the Witch King's vanguard is already approaching here, and it seems that the Ulrics want to take the iron ore first, and then attack Tyr. A day or two later, you may not be able to leave. ”

The two saluted the old mage, but waited for the cough to fade away. Muhadi then turned to Fahd: "I didn't let you kill her. ”

"But you asked me to help that guy escape, and that's the only way I can think of it. Fahd gently explained, "If I don't, then I'm too suspicious." I'm not like some psychic warlocks who can easily evade the lie detectors of mages. ”

"Hmph," said Muhadi, "didn't it suddenly occur to Kotander himself that you were fit to enter the Council of Tyre?"

The elves were also a little annoyed. "Friend Muhadi, I have my needs, and you are not alone in trying to take advantage of the turbulent times of the revolution. Are your hands always clean, just a dancing girl, why have you become so weak?"

"She has a name, and it's called Udai. Muhadi mentioned the name of the deceased, "If you forget it, think about it, you can remember." I don't care about death itself, born in Athas, life is a miracle, and death is nothing but liberation. But you can't sacrifice the people around me at will, because I have other plans for them!"

At first, the boy was annoyed by the other party's careless disregard for human life, but at this time, it seemed to turn into a condemnation of the elf's own assertions. A frenzied passion that did not belong to him sprung up from an unknown corner and seized him.

"An elf who dares to kill a human blood relative!" Muhati roared in rage, and the nerve poison waned as if it were afraid of his wrath. He felt the strength in his arm, grabbed the other man's collar and lifted it up with one hand.

Fahd looked at the change in front of him in amazement, the other party was a calm and self-controlled psychic warlock before one breath, and after one breath, it seemed to turn into a furious beast, exuding a dangerous aura.

Muhadi slammed the other man to the ground, his anger blurring him. In a trance, he seemed to feel that this scene was familiar......

He felt himself standing in a splendid palace, with blood, flames, and corpses everywhere. Elaborate statues were toppled to the ground, and elegant columns crumbled. “...... The mere elf ...... "He heard his own voice, but it was deeper and more terrifying.

The psychiocer's self-control took effect, the anger subsided, and the illusion vanished. The neurotoxin-induced feeling of powerlessness returned, and the brain became a little groggy again.

The elf stood up, the force of that moment was very amazing, Fahd felt that the bones in his whole body were loose, and the side of the body that fell to the ground was still aching.

Muhadi finally felt his consciousness regain control, what was wrong with him? He didn't want to argue with Fahd anymore, so he said: "Remember, I promised to assist you in entering the ruling council only if you were on our side. If you get too close to the mages, Mistress Aegis will be very, very angry. ”

"I know exactly what I'm going to do," Fahd rubbed his neck, "and I know who I am and which side I'm on." The question is, do you understand who you are and which side you are on?"

With that, the elf sarcastically bowed and turned to leave.

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