Man's greatest enemy is his satisfaction.

This was an important lesson that the great psychic Lyra taught Muhadi when he was training him.

A person who is satisfied in every way has no motivation or, according to the psychic mancer, no meta-desire, no libido. He will not have an urgent need to strengthen himself or pursue new knowledge. He will not feel the urgency of growth, his ambition will gradually fade, and he will become more and more comfortable with what comes his way, which is extremely detrimental to the improvement of a psychic warlock.

Some people seek strength in order to escape death and generate their greatest motivation. But this is not something that a psychic sorcerer cannot do, and according to Lyra, a great psychic sorcerer must be able to control all of his emotions with ease. Imagine how a person who has overcome his fears and escaped death can be his driving force.

The solution to Lyra is to deprive a person of the ability to feel pleasure through the delicate processing of the soul through guò. Without happiness, there is no satisfaction, and one will never stand still.

After the transformation, Muhathir is still a healthy man, but he can no longer enjoy the joy of fish and water like ordinary people, until now.

Fusing with the souls of the primordial warlock and the thousand souls, the power of the psychic warlock has taken a leap. At the same time, those emotions that seemed to have disappeared reappeared one by one. Although vague and distant, almost inaudible, it is indeed truly existing.

In the past, I would have felt sympathy for the enemies who had died in battle, Muhadi said to himself in his heart, holding the back of the elf girl Khan Jinjin with one hand. As the old saying goes, the greatest sin in killing a person is not to take his life, but to erase the possibility of his future. I brought a great army into this world, should I feel sorry for the death of the Mistara?

Fatuma's warm kiss landed on the psychic mancer's chest, his legs spread out around the latter's waist. "You're barely sweating, and that's one of the perks of the ability?" she said confusedly.

If you don't bring them into the world, they'll be fighting each other for what little water and food Atas has left. Your actions have erased countless people, but also saved countless people, taking with one hand and giving with the other, which is exactly what a leader should do. In Muhadi's mind, another part of himself retorted.

Does one have the right to sacrifice one person to save another? The part of the self that feels guilty is not dismissed and is still arguing. Remember that moral conundrum on Earth, when a train came rushing by, and there were five unaware people on the tracks in front of it. Should a person who occasionally passes by pull the fork in the road and let the train onto another track with only one person?

If there was only one person on the track in front of the train, should it pull the fork and let it go onto the track with five people in front of it?

Of course you have the power to decide who makes the sacrifice, just because you have the ability. The other part of the self retorted that everything comes from the first cause. Think about why you came to this multiverse, because you were destined to achieve something.

Muhadi shook his head, using the psionic skills Lyra had taught to banish the annoying thoughts. Fatuma's skin flushed, and the head of her forehead was stuck to her forehead with sweat, and the psychic knew that it was a sign of contentment.

The Psychic Warlock obeyed his long-lost, weak physical instinct and responded enthusiastically to the Elven Girl.

"Ah," Fatuma cried out in a sudden, fierce onslaught. "It's still so long-lasting, my Harry. Her words sent a stir through Muhadi's chest.

She took Muhadi's head in her arms and buried it in her chest. The female elf's boobs are soft and warm, which is intoxicating. The psychic sorcerer submits to his body and licks from the bottom to the peak. Her ** reached his ears.

"Ah, give me more!more!," she shouted, pressing the man under her fiercely, and sitting upright on his waist. With a strong and slender body, flawless skin, beautiful and delicate facial features, a plump chest and fragrant grass, she seems to be a goddess of strength and beauty. "Give me a child, Muhadi!"

"I'm working on it. The Psychic Warlock straightened up.

"Ah, Muhadi!"

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When Fatoumai was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. The Psychic Warlock quietly got up, then covered the people around him with a blanket.

Have a good dream, he whispers beside the elven girl, using his psionic energy to send her a sweet dream.

Muhadi dressed himself in a cloak of good material, but in an ordinary style. He did not wear any gold or silver ornaments, because the first reason was that he did not like men to wear gold and silver.

In Attas, nights can be very cold. Because the desert does not retain heat, once the sun goes down, the temperature in the desert drops dramatically until it is close to freezing. The full-body burqa often worn by the Atas protects against heat and direct sunlight during the day and the cold at night.

But in the humid world of Mistara, the temperature barely drops at night, making it feel slimy.

Muhadi walked out of the golden tent, and several of the guards guarding outside were the old men of the Scorpion tribe, and when they saw him, they all greeted him in a friendly manner, and the psychic magicians responded one by one. Then, he walked through the clearing in front of the Golden Horde, surveying the breathtaking landscape.

On Fatoumah's orders, the heads of all the captives who were executed were cut off and piled together to form a magnificent pyramid of human heads. It was about fifty feet tall and had a gentle slope, each layer made up of countless flesh-and-blood skulls.

This pyramid of human heads alone can reflect how tragic the previous great war was.

Muhadi unleashes his abilities and observes the battle that exploded not long ago through this terrifying pyramid. The army of the Mistara is like a moving city, boundless and penetrating. Densely packed with poorly dressed soldiers, armed with a variety of weapons, marched together in a haphazard manner, while the noble warriors sat on their elephant sedan chairs, commanding their men from a commanding position.

These Mistara soldiers filled the valley and the fields like a flood that overflowed the dikes. While their forwards were already on the verge of making contact with the Atas strikers, their defenders were yet to appear on the distant horizon.

Wave after wave of arrows rained down on the natives, and the Atas were almost all cavalry, and the compound bows they used were also better than Mistara's monolithic bows, so the casualties at this stage were almost one-sided. The Mistara army seems to have been quite uncomfortable with such a way of fighting, and has made few targeted changes. But that didn't stop the dark-skinned soldiers from pushing on, and they continued to move forward almost with a surprising numbness, closing the distance between the two armies little by little.

Composed mainly of nomadic cavalry, the Atas army was far inferior in size to its opponents, but far superior in agility and mobility. Fatoumah strictly ordered his men not to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy, but to keep their distance on horseback, and to use the Sabbath archery method to retreat and shoot back.

The Mistara were still squandering their manpower needlessly, their elephants were too slow to grow, and they were scattered throughout the country and were not used in a centralized manner. Occasional counterattacks came from the Kshatriya noble mages who sat on elephant chairs, but their spells were either countered or resisted in a targeted manner, far from enough to change the course of the battle.

It almost looked like it was one-sided, but Mouhathir was keenly aware that things were not as simple as they seemed. The Mistara army was too large, and despite the continuous loss of blood, it did not detract from its formidable strength. The faceless Mistara general was clearly trying to drain the Athas's energy with irrelevant conscripts. After all, a war horse cannot gallop forever, and even the best warrior will not be able to open the bow after the bow and arrow are exhausted.

Fatumah knew that his nomadic riders carried less than fifty arrows on average, and most of them were bone arrows with very low lethality. She commanded the Athas army to retreat and alternate positions between different units. She wanted to deliberately show some flaws and lure the Mistara people to take the initiative. She can then use the mobility of her troops to make a decisive charge and win in one fell swoop.

This would have been a viable plan, if it weren't for Zalandin's blind advance charge.

For a moment Zalandin's cavalry seemed to have broken through the Mistara formation, and panic began to spread among the dark-skinned soldiers, many of whom dropped their weapons and fled in all directions, dodging the thunderous cavalry.

But in the next moment, the situation took a turn for the worse. Zalandin's cavalry assault became slower and slower, as if all kinetic energy had been exhausted by the dense enemy. The Mistarakshatriya warriors who reacted drove elephants from all directions, even ignoring their own people who fled. Atas's horses were frightened and restless when faced with a giant beast like an elephant, and even the rider could not handle it well. Zalandin wanted to withdraw from the encirclement and regroup, but it was too late.

Fatuma used the warriors of the Scorpion tribe as reserves, and at the last moment they launched a tentative dense charge against the other wing of the enemy. Wanting to cut off the connection between the army of Mistara, walk more panic. But the number of dark-skinned soldiers seemed endless, and the scorpions could no longer do anything about it by simply tearing a piece of flesh from the behemoth. The Kshatriya warriors, wielding golden wheels and bowls, stepped forward in pairs to drag Zalandin's riders off their horses, many of whom were scarred and flesh-cut, but still humming the tune of death with ease.

In the battle, these alien warriors fought in pairs with Turnwei units. Although they were slightly inferior to the nomadic warriors of Atas in their fighting skills, they were extremely determined to defend their fellow soldiers. Each Mistara warrior did his best to protect his Tern from harm. If one of them was knocked down, his Tern would let out a terrible howl and pounce on him like a madman. Having achieved a local advantage, the Mistara regrouped. The soldiers, who had already begun to flee, turned and killed again, encouraged by the whips and bugles. The battlefield is chaotic, and the mage's spell is not exploding in a crowded place. Seeing that the brutal war of attrition was about to begin, Fatoumah, who cherished manpower even more, had no choice but to retreat, and was even prepared for heavy casualties.

However, the Mistara people did not choose to take advantage of this opportunity to expand the results of the battle, and the faceless Mistara general also chose to disengage. Give up the battlefield after the Great War.

Muhadi ended his abilities and refocused on the present. The sound of prayer came from afar, the clergy of the Psychic Warlocks preaching. Their abilities are especially useful in evoking piety and instilling hatred against pagans.

“...... It is both the creator and the destroyer!Blood sacrifices to the true God, and the head is sacrificed to the Great Lord!" someone shouted, his voice clearly hinting at psionic implications.

"Achim Akbar, Achim Akbar, Achim Akbar!" the crowd responded, chanting in unison the name of the First Cause. Muhadi did not disturb them and turned away.

The resistance of the Mistara was much fiercer than he had anticipated, and the Psychic Sorcerer thought that if he could not take care of the affairs of this world, he would not be able to venture to the Nine Prisons of Bato with confidence.

Hopefully, the people of Polis will not find the wise men so quickly.

The Psychic Wizard left the pyramid of human heads and headed somewhere else. Soon, he encounters a familiar face, one of his subordinates from when he was still a stormtrooper in Tyre.

"Selim. Muhadi stopped the man in front of him, "Give me a moment, how about it?"

"Feel free to accompani, Fariha, well, Harry, or whatever title you create. Selim paused, rubbing his hands together. He still looked the same as before, lean and lean, wearing a shabby leather armor. "There are fewer people here, if you don't mind. ”

"I am a psychic mancer, with complete control over every sense of my body. I can block out certain feelings. ”

"Do you know what I envy most about psionics, that's what they can do. Selim said as he led the way. "When you squat in the pit, you don't have to suffer. The tribesmen you recruited, they didn't even know how to use sponge sticks, they wiped their butts with their hands. It sounds like a joke, but you don't see the slightest hint of a joke in Selim's tone or expression.

"In the eyes of the tribesmen, the people of Tyre are still kneeling. Muhathir said. "There's no need to despise each other. ”

"These tribesmen have caused me to lose my job. Selim said that there was no element of complaint in his words, but rather a statement of fact.

"I never thought you wanted to stay in Tyr's army. The psychic said, bypassing a colony of unattended meat lizards.

"You know my story, I don't like serving in the Templar of Witch King Karak, but I'm not averse to working for the Coral Witch or Rikas. Anyway, Tyre is my hometown after all. The man, who had been a Templar, said. "If it weren't for the riot in the city by your Buraku followers, I wouldn't have been forced to flee Tyre. Here I have an empty Pasha title, in fact no fart use. Those guys obey only the orders of their own chiefs. ”

"You'll have to come back to Tyre one day, I promise. ”

"Yes, I don't expect you to lead an army to conquer Tyre. In that case, I'd rather never see it again for the rest of my life. He said. "I don't want to see her tainted by war again. ”

The two were speechless for a while, walking in silence. Staccato singing came from the camp, "I say, what is the ocean. That's my heart, she said. I said, what is beauty. That's my mouth, she said. I said, what is sugar. She said, that's my tongue. I said, "Feed me sugar." She said, "No, no!"

"I said, here's a chain. She said, on my neck. I said, there is death here. She said, "Follow me." I said, there are handcuffs here. She said, on my wrist. I said, are you afraid. She said, "No, no!"

"I said, "Why aren't you afraid?" She said, I have the people. I said, what else. She said, my soul. I said, what else. And she said, I have God. I said, "Are you grateful?" she said, "No, no!"

As the song faded away, the Psychic and Selim left the singer far behind.

The two finally reached the corner of the camp, which was a large pit in the open air, and very few people lingered. Now the Atas have to set up this kind of sanitation when they camp to prevent the soldiers from drowning in diseases. Whether it is a holy war or not, war is always dirty and bloody.

"Sue me, how bad the situation is. The psychic warlock asked the other person, and he was referring to the form of jihad.

"Not too bad, if you only consider our exchange ratio. Selim stopped, turned to Muhadi and said. "These dark-skinned natives are dying a lot more than we do. I bet we created at least 100,000 ** and orphans in the first war. ”

"The Mistara do not marry, they mainly pass through the Dalits of the Guò State, that is, the lifelong mother to reproduce. Only men and men will combine in pairs to form Tern. So there's no such thing as ** for them at all. Muhadi frowned. Of course, there is no such thing as an orphan, and their children were raised in the temple. ”

"Damn, no wonder they always rush up in twos when there is a fight. I thought it was some kind of apprenticeship of theirs. It's interesting to say that their culture won't shake society up because of the war?" Selim cursed.

"That's pretty much it. The psychic replied. "The Mistara had a great time in their history when 99 percent of their population was wiped out, but they survived. I don't think the tens of thousands of people we've killed will make them powerless. ”

"It was much worse than I thought. Many of our people died, and some must have been captured alive. These natives may know our details from their captives...... If they are willing to keep fighting, then we will not be able to please. If all the tribes of Atas are gathered together, they can barely make up three or four million men who can fight. How many Mistara do you think there are? 100 million, 1 billion?"

"Almost four billion, but I've ordered the Start Spencer to send the druids to weaken their war potential. She assured me that within a year the Mistara people would have serious ecological problems and would be powerless to resist our invasion. ”

"You'd better not be fooled by the Starch Spencer Druids. Selim said. "I know the group, they used to visit Tyre occasionally. They are all unreasonable lunatics who can do anything. And there is no sense of honor at all, they can betray at any time. ”

Of course, they would betray immediately, as long as they showed that they were not really primordial warlocks, Muhadi thought to himself. However, these people are now extremely useful and cannot be wasted.

"I can't punish crimes that haven't been born yet. "The Psychic Warlock sued Selim. "That's not fair. Even if it is a betrayal, it must be dealt with after death. ”

"Don't you call yourself a prophet? Tell me, if you can see the future and the present at the same time, why wait for things to happen?"

"If I act beforehand, the future is changed, and how can I see it in advance. Muhadi said that the witch king Karak had been killed by his prophetic powers, and that he must not repeat the same mistakes.

Selim shrugged, no longer dwelling on the issue. "Forget it, the problem now is that there is an army of at least a few hundred thousand people chasing us. Alien lands are unfamiliar on all sides, and enemy reinforcements are still coming. Now we have the advantage of mobility to escape here temporarily, but we can't hide forever...... Your precious Starch Spencer sent the druids to have a plague that killed all enemies in an instant. ”

"If the plague is too fatal and the disease is too fast, it will be very ineffective. Because the infected people didn't come, how many people died on their own. There is no way to kill all the enemies at once, at least that's what Starch Spencer Druid Camilla told me. ”

"In the end, it is up to people to win the war, not the druids' tricks. Selim shrugged. "Now, the army of the Mistara is less than ten Palesan to the south, and it is only two days to force its march. There is a great river to the east of us, and we do not have enough ships to cross it. It is too late to build a ship, and most of the tribeamen have never even seen a river, so they can't build it at all. ”

"What about the north and the west?"

"To the west is broken mountain terrain with dense quirky woods. I doubt how far our cavalry will be able to escape in the woods before being overtaken. ”

Selim continued. "To the north is where we came, and unfortunately we destroyed all the Mistara settlements along the way, and we couldn't find any supplies there. Needless to say, you should also know that some time ago we were running thousands of miles, and the horses lost fat very strictly. Is there a way for the druids to turn their horses into perpetual motion machines?"

"Nope. ”

"Can you bring in some more reinforcements from Artas?" said the Old Templar Tiyì.

"Due to the Giss Yankees, the magic ship is now going to Atas not completely. Besides, it's too late in time. ”

"Then you'd better hurry up and figure it out," Selim said. "Otherwise, the soldiers will be shaken. ”

Muhati nodded, "I can't stay in this world for too long, because I still have an adventure to participate in personally." Still, maybe I have a way to solve the current dilemma. ”

"Oh?" Selim stroked his beard. "What are you going to do. ”

"Listen to me slowly. ”

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