The sand and gravel are diffuse, and the fine sand rolls with the wind.

The already dim and unknown sunset in the west was blown by the wind and sand to only a dark red outline.

It was already late, there was not enough lighting, and the efficiency of the work had dropped considerably.

And once the crushed sand mixed in the wind blows on the face, it hurts.

However, in such an environment, there is also a cruel warlock who threatens the laborers to work.

Fortunately they still have His Excellency Muhammad Ali, who is working for their welfare, giving them food and drink.

After discovering signs of the mausoleum, Wu Xin canceled the rotation and mobilized all the manpower under his control and put it to work.

Near the excavation site, he also set up a makeshift multi-purpose earthen platform.

The wind and sand made Wu Xin unable to open his eyes, but he still refused the towel that Mesadir handed him: "Don't waste water, give the soldiers an extra sip." ”

"Yo hey!"

"Yo hey!"

While shouting the trumpet, the soldiers sweated and picked out a load of loess.

They have achieved a lot of results, and a man-made tunnel made of mud bricks and wooden pillars has been clearly displayed.

The roof of a part of the tunnel has long since collapsed, revealing ancient Egyptian frescoes on both sides of the tunnel.

The bureaucrats, led by Pharaoh, are praying to the goddess Rose.

"It's so beautiful, look at this line, this color, are you sure this is thousands of years old?!" Regardless of the filth, Mesadiel leaned down on the tunnel that had not yet been fully dug and took a closer look at the frescoes.

"Not a thousand years, but at least three thousand, or even four thousand years, a little later than the pyramids, but not less than three thousand years." Wu Xin pulled Mesadir up. "Don't get in the way of the soldiers' work."

"Really?! What a pity, if the mountains were here, they would be happy to go crazy............ "Most of the "hermits", including Mesadir, have very good tastes, and the leader of this organization is a perfect figure in every way, and of course a connoisseur of art. "What's going on?! How did the color of this mural change?! ”

"There's something wrong with this mural?!" Frightened by Mesadir's surprise, Yara thought an undead had appeared, and immediately planned to cast a "dispel the undead".

Delia stopped her: "Save a little. There must be curses and exorcisms in the pharaoh's tomb, so don't worry. ”

"In such a peripheral place, it is impossible to have a magic circle that can last for so many years." Wu Xin knew why Mesadir was screaming. "The pigments are buried in the ground, they stay vibrant, and when they come into contact with the air, of course, they lose their color very quickly."

Southern Egypt is a very dry region, so the frescoes exposed to the air are not destroyed by fresh air like those of temperate tombs, but the deterioration of quality is inevitable.

"Ahh It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a treasure of human civilization. Mesadir was really sad, although the Jews did use all kinds of shameless means to seize the relics, but their reputation for artifacts was not bad in the time of the first mate Wu Xin, "And even in the underground environment, it is remarkable that these pigments can be preserved for so many years, and if they are well preserved, they may be used as spellcasting materials." ”

This is not archaeological work. So Wu Xin asked his soldiers to directly throw out the collapsed clay tablets and loess together.

Wu Xin shrugged. Compared to those who blow up ancient artifacts that don't agree with their beliefs, Jews are indeed much more civilized, and they just like to hide ancient artifacts in their basements and figure them out alone.

If the situation is appropriate, they will also sell, rent out the exhibition.

Noble is a relative concept, and they are all comparative.

"It's just a trace of human civilization. The real gem is in the back, and these frescoes are much worse than those in the tombs, and compared to the frescoes that often accompany the pharaohs and their wives, these frescoes are just decorations sold in the market, and they are far from the real works of art. Wu Xin's words made both Mesadir and Delia breathe a sigh of relief.

But Muhammad Ali has no psychological pressure at all about destroying cultural relics. He put the work in a good place.

The work of thousands of people is not just a wave of the hand, everyone can dig together.

Distribute tools, channel channels, divide sections, let which company dig the pit, which company will carry the earth, and who will be responsible for repairing the tools, and also need to arrange special manpower to carry water.

And not only does he maintain optimism and calmness, but he can also spread these positive emotions to his subordinates.

Wu Xin watched him sing with them, and watched him buy the hearts of the army.

"Dude, dude, dude, hey, guys have strength, stick together!"

"Dude, dude, dude, hey, guys have strength, stick together!"

His mood was indeed quite good, although Wu Xin had proven his talent in the plot to damage Murad Beyi's prestige.

Although Muhammad Ali nominally lost most of the army's control, the soldiers' hearts were entirely on his side.

Any soldier would have felt injustice at the treatment of Muhammad Ali and his men that night, and they tried to put out the fire, but the perpetrators and his patrons, not only did not appreciate them, but also killed a tenth of the soldiers with the utmost cruelty.

Not to mention that several of Muradbeyi's cronies immediately began to cash in on their power after taking over the army, greatly reducing the food and clothing of the soldiers.

With the exception of a few of Muradbeyi's close associates, who had just become company commanders, everyone else supported Muhammad-Ali, and not only the newly recruited soldiers, but even the Mamluk officers and soldiers who fled south with Murad Beyi were extremely dissatisfied with Muradbeyi's disposition.

Murad Beyi thought he was demonstrating authority, but in Muhammad-Ali's view, it was just a dead man's teeth and claws.

But Muhammad Ali is actually a little worried, after all, Wu Xin is looking for something thousands of years ago.

This kind of thing always makes people a little suspicious.

And although the human heart is now favorable to him, if it is delayed for too long, the benevolence will be exhausted, and variables will occur.

But this handsome warlock proved his ability once again, there really is a mausoleum here, and there are such huge tunnels and such beautiful frescoes.

And he says it's not actually a work of art!

How beautiful would the frescoes in the tomb be?

Not to mention in the coffin. How amazing it must be to be a true treasure that accompanies the pharaohs.

However, Wu Xin was not so optimistic, this pit that impressed others, in his feeling, was still a little too small.

The final result also confirmed his guess, and it didn't take too long. The burial chamber appeared.

It's not a pharaoh's burial place, it's just a burial ground for a great nobleman.

And it's been excavated.

The burial goods have been looted, and only two bodies remain in the burial chamber.

One was sitting in a coffin that was still intact, and it was supposed to be the owner of the tomb, and the other was on the edge of the coffin, bitten by the owner of the tomb.

Delia looked at the lines on the coffin, it was a spider, and the owner of the tomb was a servant of the goddess Rose.

However, Ciric also has the priesthood of death, and she can see the effect of the circle on this coffin.

"It's supposed to be a necromancy. However, it is not enough to turn the tomb owner into a living mummy, nor is it enough to eliminate the tomb robbers in the entire tomb at once, but it is only enough to make the tomb owner's body sit up and give a blow to the person who emptied the coffin. ”

The tomb robber was dead, but his accomplices or later ransacked the tomb.

"It's probably the cemetery of the provincial governor-level nobles, if these murals can be removed in their entirety, it won't be a problem to sell them for a few hundred tales." Mesadir was also observing the burial chamber, and she was already pleased with the mausoleum's frescoes. "I don't know what level of protection the Pharaoh's graveyard is, but it's not surprising that a large area of people can be transformed into necromantic creatures at once. A lot of people isn't necessarily a good thing. ”

Villefort frowned slightly, and he said to Wu Xin: "I've also heard of this kind of thing, there must be more than one magic circle in the pharaoh's tomb, it seems that some will make tomb robbers insane and cruel to each other, and some tombs will erupt with shock waves, and some tomb robbers will draw out the blood of some tomb robbers to make blood puppets." There are various other effects as well. ”

"The magic of this world can't be that strong." Delia knew that Villefort was talking about the legends of the main plane.

After she finished speaking, she also frowned, this headless and unfinished words were heard by Mesadir and actually deducted her a few fate points, this woman's analytical ability is indeed strong.

They had always had doubts about whether Wu Xin could find the Valley of the Kings, and it was only now that this issue was put on the table.

In a world without magic. No matter how strong the mausoleum is, it can't stop the excavation of the army, but the dead here may not have the power to fight back.

Even if he could eventually level off those skeletons, it would be a terrible price-performance ratio, and he would need these soldiers to deal with the French.

Wu Xin didn't care about this kind of thing, he didn't have a long-term plan, but he still comforted Ali: "The final work of breaking the door can be done by the two of us and Delia, only the necromantic magic circle can last for a long time, and the necromantic magic is not strong." ”

Delia nodded approvingly.

Mesadiel was a bit embarrassed, her magic was largely ineffective against necromantic creatures.

"If there is a mausoleum of a great nobleman, the royal tomb is not far away, and this provincial governor is likely to be the supervisor or designer of the royal tomb, and continue to dig up the mountain." Wu Xin didn't know much about the structure of Egyptian tombs, but he always thought that it was always such a routine, including the king, and the ministers guarded.

"Still digging?"

"Forget it for today."

Yara and Joel were also in charge of a section of the earth, and although they didn't have to pick up the soil with a shovel, they were tiring enough.

The sun had completely set, and Wu Xin didn't have enough fuel.

Of course, Wu Xin didn't want to dig in the dark, but he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes swept to see Muhammad Ali.

Muhammad Ali and Wu Xin on the stage secretly exchanged a look, although the sky was gray, but they both knew that without lighting, they could not continue to work.

It's time for the soldiers to rest.

"Okay, let's rest for half a day, and then move in that direction!" Wu Xin jumped out again, and his words made the soldiers who wanted to rest wail. "For Muradbey, for Egypt! Push it up! ”

Delia asked softly, "So urgent?" The soldiers were tired. ”

Muhammad Ali objected loudly: "When you were in the cold, we all worked all day, and we were all going to be tired, do you know it?" ”

Wu Xin pretended to denounce Muhammad Ali: "Don't be lazy, because of your delays, the excavation project has been greatly delayed." I am the spokesman of Murad Bey, your master. Give me work, three shifts, people stop shoveling. ”

Wu Xin's performance satisfied Mohammed Ali and pulled the hatred to the fullest, although seventy percent was on himself, but Murad Beyi also received thirty percent.

There was only one thing that did not satisfy Muhammad Ali. That's what the "three shifts" are all about? Of course, it should be two shifts to be efficient!

However, Wu Xin was not a cruel and ruthless beast like Muhammad Ali after all, he felt that this was already very harsh, and he did not think of such a thing as making people work twenty-four hours and rest twenty-four hours.

Muhammad Ali, of course, could not make such a suggestion as "two shifts", but he loved the soldiers as much as Ali, and he had his own line: "At least give us more food and some lights!" ”

"There will be potato soup, and oil lamps will be delivered." Wu Xin continued to put on a very impatient look, "I'll be there later, before I arrive." You're all going to have to keep working for me! ”

The soldiers were in an uproar, and some even broke down and yelled.

Of course, it's "This is going to kill us!" "Instead of dying, it's better to do the opposite!" If Wu Xin threw a "fireball technique" at the crowd at this time, it would definitely immediately cause a terrible riot, enough to destroy Murad Beyi together.

But that's all for today.

Before the riots expanded, Muhammad Ali jumped onto the platform where Wu Xin was.

The purpose of this platform has never been just to observe the progress of work. It is also a stage.........

Muhammad Ali yelled at Wu Xin: "Even if it is Murad Beyi's order, but everyone has reached the limit. If you continue to torture, who will dig the earth and graves for the old men, and who will help you expel the French invaders! ”

"If you don't treat us as human beings, we won't treat you as human beings!"

"We soldiers are also dignified!"

As soon as he said these words, the mood of the soldiers rose even higher, and if Murad Beyi raised his arms at this time. It's no problem to wipe out Wu Xin and his gang and surprise Muradbey.

But he doesn't want to fight a civil war either, so the script below looks like this.

Wu Xin trembled and pointed at Muhammad Ali, as if he couldn't believe how he dared to come up: "You are a dog here, Lord Murad Beyi has a lot. Give you a chance to reform and make meritorious deeds, and you don't want to isolate yourself from Mamluk and the Bey lords! ”

"Master Sibo, I am only an Albanian, inspired by the belief in the Lord of the Stars and Moon, and I have come here to participate in the glorious battle against the infidels, and I have never denied my humility." The words of Muhammad Ali resonated greatly among the soldiers, and the poorer and more backward the place, the more there was a sense of identity because of religion, "I want nothing more than to do my part to repel the French invading army!" ”

The soldiers echoed him together, and even the orcs shouted: "The star moon is great, Hulapala Charal! ”

"Hulapala Charal!" Muhammad Ali also raised his arms in response, and Delia almost thought that he was about to turn his face, but fortunately he then turned his words around, "But I believe that Sibo, Your Excellency, you have come to Egypt all the way far, and it must be because you have a bitter enmity with our enemy, and we should be patient with each other, which is the only right choice." ”

"What do you want?!" Wu Xin, who was stubble, had no choice but to make concessions, at least in the eyes of the soldiers.

Muhammad Ali held his head high and held up three fingers: "First, stop work immediately tonight, everyone have a good rest, and start work again tomorrow!" Second, before the start of work tomorrow morning, there must be a meal, and the potato soup must be available to everyone! Third, give us iron shovels and pickaxes, and throw away all these wooden goods! Do you agree to these three conditions? ”

"I'm going to think about it and talk to Murad Beyi." Wu Xin's delaying tactics led the soldiers to use wooden tools to make sounds, which were inefficient and greatly increased labor intensity.

"Right now, on this stage, I will ask you for a hearty word on behalf of the soldiers! Say yes or no! "Muhammad Ali is approaching step by step, and he truly deserves to be a representative of the people.

"Okay, good, good, rest today, there will be potatoes, shovels and pickaxes." Wu Xin finally waved his hand and surrendered.

When the soldiers saw this, they let out a sincere cheer.

"Muhammad Ali, Muhammad Ali! Hooray, hooray, long live Muhammad Ali! ”

"Long live the soldiers, long live the people, Hulapala Charal!"

"Hulapala Charal! Hulapala Charal! ”

Then, Muhammad Ali turned around and gave Wu Xin a cruel, subtle smile in a direction that the soldiers could not see.

And Wu Xin is out of breath, he is really tired, he is really tired to support Muhammad Ali, an Albanian with an Ottoman palace background, to become the leader of the native sect of Egypt, so tired. (To be continued.) )