Inside the iron ore mine, the shafts extend deep underground, and the miners there must pull themselves up by a manual lift if they want to get back to the surface. Sometimes, it takes three hourglass hours for a person to get out of the dark red darkness underground.

There is a substance similar to oil in Attas, but Muhadi has never seen coal in this world. Because it's a desert world, there's not much charcoal. Therefore, how to smelt metal is a big problem.

The Tyre Iron Mine is built on the edge of an active volcano, so it has a unique geothermal resource to exploit. The Witch King's craftsmen built a large number of reverberatory furnaces in the iron mines, using hot magma as a heat source to smelt metal. These reverberatory furnaces do not directly use heat sources to heat ores, but mainly rely on radiative heat transfer from the furnace top, furnace wall and hot gas. Although the steel smelted is still mixed with a lot of impurities due to the technical level of Attas, it is much stronger than the crude and primitive obsidian weapons and bone weapons.

You know, Muhadi has been in this world for so long, and he has only seen the Templar Taician of the Premise have a full-body plate armor. The Witch King's troops did not all wear metal armor, and only the most elite part wore half-body chain mail. As for the many tribes and adventurers in the desert, they were already a luxury to be able to wield a rusty iron knife.

Of course, there are still many side effects of smelting metal with a reverberatory furnace. The most important point is that there is too much exhaust gas from the reverberatory furnace, and the climate in Atas is hot enough, and the place where the iron is smelted is even hotter to the point of unbearable.

Muhadi stood in the underground hall and watched as the miners from the ground were brought here in a daze. Most of them had no idea what was going on, and all sorts of ridiculous rumors were circulating among the crowd. From above, it looks like a nest of restless ants. Some of the Salafist mages were calming them, and the boy could feel the unease of the crowd fading with his psionic energy. In a sense, crowds are more likely to influence persuasion than individual people, and psychic magicians have a term called environmental stress. It describes the phenomenon that people will become less assertive and more crowd-oriented in the group.

Frankly, if the thief who stole Wen Jiàn was really a face dancer, Muhathir didn't think his plan would force him out. The face dancer Heticher she met in Tyre was a psychic warrior with psionic powers, and if the face dancers were on the same level as her, they should be able to see the trap as well.

However, judging from the clues left at the scene, the boy believed that the mysterious thief was not a face dancer, but a spellcaster. After killing a soldier with a guò spell, he can fake it as if he was killed by a weapon. There is only one possible explanation for him doing this, and that is that he wants to hide his identity.

In this way, things are intriguing. If it's really the Witch King's minions, there's no need to hide his identity. Anyway, if something happens, people will definitely think that this is the Witch King's minions.

As Shatiri's master, Master Cotander ** also has a very high prestige in the hearts of the Tyr people. Now he was standing in front of the miners, explaining the situation of the Witch King's assassins infiltrating the place.

The old man was not quick to speak, and was often interrupted by a violent cough, and it took a while to explain the situation. In addition to the miners, the rest of the iron mine has also been gathered here. Only the deepest, completely untimed miners did not show up, almost all of them were present. They stood uneasily listening to the old master's explanations, and from time to time they let out exclamations of amazement, and the conversation never stopped.

At the behest of the old mage, some of the Salafist mages began to spread rumors, intentionally or unintentionally. They either pretended to chat, or pretended to show off their abilities to familiarity, revealing that the really important Wen Jiàn had not been stolen, and that the Witch King's men had only stolen some fake news. As for the real Wen Jiàn, it's still well hidden in the bedroom of the Cotander ** master!

The crowd spreads the gossip quickly, and now half of the people here in the iron mine are mysteriously exchanging all kinds of inside information or inside truths, and even different versions have appeared a lot.

At this moment, eight mages and thirty stealthy soldiers were closely watching Cotand's dormitory. The other two hundred gladiator-born soldiers could arrive within thirty breaths of the call, and it was a solid precaution to see if the thief would be fooled.

Muhadi continued to listen to Kotand's speech for a while, by which time the old mage had split the crowd in half. Half of them were led to other places by his men, and the rest heard the old mage stern that the lurkers were among you.

It was almost time to go around that room and spy on him himself, the boy thought. In order to prevent the captives from committing suicide after being caught, it is best to start the interrogation as soon as they are caught, so as not to delay for a long time and cause trouble out of thin air.

Of course, in order to prevent the other party from being deceived, there were still many cavalry cruising outside the walls of the iron mine at this time. They were all carefully selected horse archers, and they were ordered to shoot any creature that escaped from the walls without warning.

Salafister's soldiers also considered the possibility that the other party was a dwarf, a halfling, and other small intelligent creatures, and they sealed some small openings in the wall and blocked some ventilation ducts in the mine. Even a birdman can't fly here.

Muhati crept to his post, a small room with a view of the exit of Cotande's dormitory, and he pretended to have nothing to do, poured himself a cup of mare's milk, and drank it as he picked up a copy of "The Interpretation of Dreams" and flipped through it casually.

This book was given to him by the great psychic sorcerer Akith in Tyre, and Muhati had already read it all, and it was just a matter of leisure to turn it over at this time. In fact, he was always paying attention to the movements around him, and he didn't pay half of his attention to the words in the book.

In his psionic senses, the soldiers and mages around him could be clearly detected. Interestingly, ordinary people seem to be thinking more violently and more conspicuously. The fluctuations of the mage's thinking are obviously much more "dim", which seems to be contrary to the general imagination, and Muhadi speculates that this may be due to the fact that the mages are generally strong-willed and able to concentrate and not think cranky.

When the teenager turned over the "...... for the fourth time REM time is the time when people think most actively, and it is also the most unguarded. A good psychic can use dreams to implant or steal thoughts......" he realized that he had finished drinking the mare's milk, but the surroundings were still calm, and there was no unusual sign of it.

Could it be that the other party has already seen through this trap and sneaked away?" Muhadi thought as he frowned, then closed his book and stood up, thinking of communicating with the guards outside.

As soon as he stood up straight, before he could take a step, Muhati suddenly felt his legs go limp, and he fell weakly. A brown-robed figure silently flashed out from behind him and turned in front of the Psychic Warlock.

In Muhadi's vision, all he could see was a pair of brown over-the-knee boots, standing in front of him.

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