The battlefield after the fierce battle is the closest thing to hell in the world. All kinds of tragedies are enough to make people have nightmares and can't let go of them for a long time.

The corpse oozed blood, pooling into pools of blood, wetting the sand. Scavengers are drawn to this feast of the dead, munching on their eyeballs and flesh. The woman in the rotten robe was nailed to her mount with arrows, and the mount under her crotch was lame and screaming. Soon, large swarms of shiny green flies will cover the corpses.

Most of the slaves survived, at least temporarily. They shivered, and the chains around their necks rattled. Muhadi didn't think they would live long, and the half-elves couldn't take so many people across the desert to sell. They have too few horses to carry the food and water that so many people need. The psychic sorcerer guessed that the half-elf would then instruct his men to kill all of them.

Of course, this is the case if you don't intervene yourself.

The half-elf rode on his horse, condescendingly looking at the live trophy. Fugitive hunters branded the word "dangerous" on the foreheads of these men as a form of punishment.

"I know of a hidden treasure!" said one of the slaves, noticing the cold gaze of the half-elf, and daringly struggled. "Before they caught me, I hid a great deal of treasure that I had stolen from my master. If you spare my life, I'm willing to give it all to my lords!"

"A lot of treasure?" the half-elf snorted. "How many, is it enough for you to buy a new head?".

The slave was terrified, "Huh?"

"If it's not enough, shut my mouth," the half-elf snapped. "One more nagging and I'll cut off your head. ”

Others were searching for the corpses at this time, for loot. These slave traders had a lot of squeaks in them, which made the raid quite lucrative.

The money bags of the dead were all searched, and even the hidden pockets sewn on the inside of the clothes were not spared. The delicate metal earrings were ripped off, and a fleshy guy chopped off the dead man's fingers so that he could remove the rings from them.

"As I promised," the half-elf said as he turned to Muhadi. "Half of the slaves here are yours as a reward for allowing us to plunder. He stretched out his scimitar and slashed at it, signaling that the captives on his right hand were all to the Psychman.

"What to do with the loot is your temptation. But I want to ask, what about the remaining half of the slaves, what are you going to do with them?" asked the Psychic Warlock.

Hearing Muhadi's question, the cowering slaves listened intently, fearing that the next word of the half-elf would be their death sentence.

"Their fate, I will leave it to the desert to decide. ”

"What do you mean?"

"I'll let you seduce. The half-elf did not answer Muhadi's question, and turned his head and spoke directly to the slaves. His men, as if they knew the leader's intentions, stepped forward and cut the chains around the slaves' necks. "I don't care if you're bad or innocent, anyway, you can all leave now. I have also given special permission for you to bring your own clothing, as well as a weapon and all the food you can scavenge. ”

The slaves looked at each other, not knowing what the half-elves meant. Some particularly brutal people do not immediately execute their opponents when they catch them, but let them go and hunt them down like hunting. Could this terrible attacker be the same person?

"From here we walked south for six days and six nights, and we entered the city of Nibenai. There you can find settlements, and if you have the means, you can get a job there and survive. Then you may wear the burqa all day long, and the mark on your head will not be exposed. ”

"The desert is cruel and the vast majority of people can't cross it on foot. Your life depends on your own luck. ”

This is some kind of kindness, Muhadi speculated. At least ninety percent of these people will not make it across the desert alive, and may even die altogether, but at least there is a silver lining before they die, and they will die trying.

"It's moving. Muhadi said to the half-elf, "I didn't expect you to do that." ”

"There's so much you can't think of, human. The half-elf said. "Now, what do you do with that half of you?"

The Psychic shrugged, "I think they can come with me." ”

"Coming with you?" the half-elf was puzzled, "what are you up to, human?" Didn't you say you were going to the city of Nibenai, these fugitives were fine in small places, but if they were discovered by the Templars, they would be captured again. ”

"Or again," the half-elf had a look of disgust and understanding. "That's what you were going to do, and if you capture so many fugitives by yourself, the Templars will reward you with a lot of money. ”

"I don't deal with Templars. Muhathir said. "And I won't go to the city of Nibenai. ”

"What?"

"I decided to replenish the settlements you mentioned and leave. The Psychic Warlock said. "The slaves can stay there, and I'll go to the city of Ram later. ”

"Why the hell have you changed your mind again?" the half-elf looked unhappy. "Are you going to Mystner, or Barrick, or Bird?"

"I'll double your pay. The Psychic Warlock pulled out a small bag of gold coins from his bosom, full of new uncut or polished coins. "That should soothe your frustration. ”

The half-elf took the coin and looked at it. "If you have money, I naturally won't object. But you don't have water and food to feed so many people. ”

"Maybe I can, half-elf. There are so many things you can't think of. The Psychic replied to him. "We'll see. ”

The half-elves' men began to slaughter the wounded mounts, the poor creatures were too badly wounded to be saved, only a body of flesh worth something. The half-elf himself did not join the slaughter, and according to his own words, he did not like to kill horses and was prone to.

With a large group of newly liberated slaves, he couldn't walk fast. So the group simply decided to camp during the day and march at night. The temperature is low at night, and the walk is slow but comfortable. What's more, the half-elves are born with night vision, and they are not worried about encountering quicksand or other dangers.

They walked about ten arrows, and chose to camp under a strange willow tree that had been dead for an unknown number of years. The slaves had no tents, so the guards made them lie on the sand and wait for the night to fall. After that, the men of the half-elves drank wine and munched on the salted meat.

Muhadi did not drink and went to the side to sit on his own. His synaesthesia vision allows him to notice all the wind and grass around him, and he is not afraid of mutations.

A mercenary, who seemed to have drunk too much wine and had a flushed face, walked over to the psychic mancer. "Boy!" he shouted in a defiant tone. "Do you dare to compete with Lex in archery!"

The man who called himself Lex was tall and muscular. He was bald, with strange lines on the top of his head and metal rings on his ears. Muhadi noticed that the muscles in one shoulder were more pronounced than in the other, and he looked like a master with a bow.

Seeing that the psychic warlock did not respond positively, the strong man Lex said disdainfully, "I think you are scared, and I think you deserve to fight with a urinal." ”

The Psychomancer observed the Half-Elf slightly, who was sitting with the others drinking and eating meat, but was paying attention to the movement in an unobtrusive way. Undoubtedly, this strong man Lex was sent by the half-elves in order to test Muhadi's strength. He had shown too many clues in the previous battle, and now the half-elf began to wonder if his original goal was not too hard to eat.

"How's that compare?" said the Psychic Warlock, thinking that it would be a good idea to let the mercenaries retreat.

"You throw a rock, I'll shoot. Then I throw you to. The strong man said confidently. There was a provocation in his eyes. "Do you dare to come. ”

Muhadi picked up a stone and shook it, about half a scimitar sank. With all his might, he threw it violently, and the stone flew high.

The strong man Lex bent his bow and arrow, and with a slight aim, he was an arrow. The bow had a pull of about 90 pounds, but he used it with ease. The arrow broke through the hole and hit the stone.

"It's your turn!" Lex handed the bow to the Psychomancer. The latter tried to pull it, and the tip of the bow was very thick, and it was very twisted to use, but it was not so bad that it could not be handled.

The strong man threw a palm-sized stone at an extraordinary height, and Muhadi reacted with a shot that hit the target.

"Again!" Lex was unconvinced, wanting to do it again. This time the psychic warlock used a bit of psionic energy, and the stone flew farther. The strong man's arrow deviated a little and missed.

Lex's face was redder than before, and this time he made a push to save face, twisting his waist and throwing the stone faster than Muhadi's. The Psychic shrugged and struck the target once again.

"This place is now officially the place I hated No. 1 in Atas!" the strong man blushed and walked away.

"Well, are you satisfied with my skills?" the Psychic Warlock raised his voice and shouted to the half-elves. Muhathir knew he had been secretly watching this side.

The half-elf's intentions were revealed, and he was not embarrassed at all. "You're really good at shooting rocks," he said. "If the stones of Atas rebel one day, I will remember to ask you, the master of stone shooters, to save the world. ”

As the dark red sun of Atas sets, the temperature begins to plummet. A young slave girl, as if trying to prove her worth, grabbed a guard and ran away to a place where no one was. By the time the half-elf gave the order, both of them came back disheveled and disheveled.

As the night passed, the group had advanced less than three palersans. When the eastern sky began to turn red, they chose to camp in a small ruin.

Tenacious desert plants struggled to stretch out from the cracks of ancient stone slabs, from which the freed slaves plucked small black fruits to eat. Muhadi also tasted one, which was very dry and tasted like a frozen dried apple.

The shadow king of Nibenai City, Nibennai is a secluded witch king, and unlike Abellachili of Ram City, he almost never sweeps the non-human settlements and bandits around the city. For this reason, the security in the area around Nibenai was poor, and the men under the half-elves took turns to rest and watch.

Muhadi originally sensed that this half-elf was fighting his own ideas, and he still regarded him as the kind of giant bandit who kills people without blinking, but now it seems that this man is actually not as one-sided as he imagined. Muhadi observed that the half-elves were very tolerant, even friendly, towards the freed slaves. He slowed down several times along the way, waiting for the slaves without mounts to catch up. He also gave some food and water to the particularly weak, and the fugitive slaves, who were branded as dangerous, could not sell for much if they were to be sold.

"Your chief. The psychic mancer said to one of the guards, using a bit of mind-reading skills. "It seems to be very preferential to slaves. ”

"Ha, that's the kind of person he is. "Affected by the supernatural ability, the man became very talkative, and did not doubt the motives of the psychic warlock. "I guess he was probably a slave too, and he hated slave owners. ”

After a pause, the man looked Muhadi up and down. "And he hates rich people, like you. ”

The Psychic shrugged and let the man go. Now it seems that this half-elf is somewhat like an anti-slavery hero who hates the rich. If possible, Muhathir does not want to clash with him.

Just find a chance and slip away by yourself.

After that, for two days, there was no danger. One day at noon, a sand shark appeared not far from the camp and patrolled for a long time, but finally did not dare to attack.

On the morning of the third day, there was an ominous sign.

There was a large amount of dust in the south, which was a sign that a large group of people was approaching. The distance was too far for the Psychic Warlock to perceive the exact number, but a rough estimate was that there were more than a hundred.

Muhadi glanced at the half-elf, wondering if it was his helper.

But the half-elf also showed a surprised expression, this group of people was not the reinforcements he expected.

The freed slaves also seemed to sense the impending danger, and nervously secretly looked at the half-elves and the others. If it falls into the hands of another group, it is doubtful that they will be able to live.

"Lex, you go and see what is going on. The half-elf gave the order calmly.

"Why do I always go scouting?" said the named strong man, complaining.

"Because you can come back full every time, bastard!" the half-elf scolded him. The strong man scolded and scolded, and slapped his horse to investigate.

"Others, prepare for battle. He drew his scimitar and looked around. "We're going to the high ground over there, which is good for the defense. ”

The half-elf was right, there was a high ground to the north, many places were cliffs, and there were only a few roads to get up. And condescendingly, you can see what is going on the flat ground at a glance. After going to the high ground, it was even more peaceful, and it was not difficult to escape.

The stones of this nameless plateau are broken, and you have to walk with extra care. The path to the heights is long and winding, sometimes spiraling over the rugged and bare red rocks, and sometimes becoming a hidden gorge that never sees the light of day. Muhathir estimated that at most a distance of several thousand feet, they walked several hourglasses.

The desert is cruel and unforgiving, and the wind here is like a hot razor, screaming in the bright sun, as if calling the head wolf of the same kind. As elsewhere, there is almost no vegetation at all, except for a few dwarf trees that are not yet tall, and they have long since died. Weeds were few and far betweed, and they were short and obscene, and wolves were crowded in rock crevices and fissures. The large rocks above the trail were covered with cracks, as if they were about to be peeled off layer by layer, a consequence of the huge temperature difference between day and night in Attas.

If you put aside all kinds of dangers, the scenery along the way is quite good. They walked over the edge of a steep rock wall and saw strange rocks that changed color with temperature, more amazing than the Ayers boulder in Australia on Earth. They passed through deep and pitch-black caverns that made it seem like they were going straight to hell. He also rode across wind-eroded natural stone bridges, with nothing on either side but the endless sky. The sand eagle nests on the cliffs and hunts in the ravines, tirelessly spreading its majestic gray and yellow wings, coiling and flying, almost merging with the sky.

They walked along the trail for a long time, serpenting on the side of the highlands, winding, turning, going up, up, up. Sometimes, the strange rocks block each other, and you can't see the situation on the flat ground. The path chosen for them by the half-elves was not suitable for riding, and sometimes Muhadi had to dismount, put his back on a rock, and march forward like a crab. Beneath the cliff are quicksand and human bones, marking the fate of those who are not careful.

By the time the dark red sun reached its highest point, everyone had climbed to the top of the mountain. The view here is unobstructed, and you can see the dust on the horizon getting closer, which is not a good sign, which indicates that the gang may be coming for them.

"Probably someone from the Nibenai Capital Guard. Someone spoke up.

"I don't think so, if it were the Shadow King's people, he would definitely send a few Templars to watch on the magic carpet. The half-elf said calmly.

The freed slaves seized the opportunity to rest, as did the others. The Psychic Warlock takes care of his mount, feeding it water and dried fruit.

After some time the brawny man Lex returned, his face full of sorrow, and his horse looked weary from the persecution of his master, as if he would fall to the ground at any moment.

"Who is here?" the half-elf asked in a loud voice.

"Lex!" replied the strong man, stepping in a little more.

"I'm not asking who you are, urinal. The half-elf said. "I ask you who you are here. ”

"There are hundreds," said the brawny man Lex hurriedly. "I saw them carrying a big banner with a fat dragon sitting on the ground without wings. ”

"That's a lizard, idiot. The half-elf said. "It's the sitting lizard...... Do you have any examples of what they're doing here?"

"Boss, I think they're probably coming for us. The strong man Lex said worriedly.

The half-elf glanced at him, "Why?"

"They seem to be coming from the same direction as the caravan the other day. The strong man replied. "Moreover, I saw them scouting around, as if searching for traces of our camp. I ran away with sharp eyes, but I didn't have time to cover up the horseshoe prints. ”

The half-elf nodded, "Then you go and rest for a while." ”

The freed slaves had no mounts, and by the time they had walked a dozen hourglasses, they were already exhausted and could no longer hurry.

"They won't show us here. One of the guards asked after listening to the strong man's words.

"You can pray hard that they won't, and in the meantime, others can do something to prepare. ”

The half-elf glanced around, "We're all tempting, so I'm not going to force you to do it." Those who are willing to bend their knees can choose to bend their knees. As for what will happen next, it is all the result of your own choice. ”

"Anyone else who can fight, take your weapons and follow me to the junction ahead and set up an ambush. ”

"What about these people?" asked one of the guards, pointing to the freed slaves.

"Whoever wants to fight, give them weapons. The half-elf said without hesitation. "I'm willing to believe them, and we're going to need every knife when the time comes. ”

"It's dangerous!" the guard asked, skeptical.

"It's no more dangerous than if you were alone. ”

One of the guards and most of the freed slaves did not want to take sides, preferring to hide from the limelight. In this regard, the half-elf was not embarrassed. He just raised an eyebrow, "Give me all the extra arrows," he said to the man. "If I really don't make it back alive in the end, you can divide what I left in my hometown. ”

The others looked at each other, and no one argued. Then they got on their horses one by one and turned around in the direction they had come. No one gave orders to the Psychic Warlock, but Muhadi got on his horse to follow. The freed slaves, armed with freshly arrived scimitars and monolithic bows, followed them.

These men were yellow-skinned, and al-Muhati was skeptical of their use. Besides, now is a good time to slip away, and morally, the Psychic doesn't owe anything to these mercenaries who want to murder him. Why he chose to stay, he himself can't tell.

They traversed the shattered land, the winds were getting stronger, the roads were rough, and they had to dismount and walk. A carnivorous lizard lay high on its stomach, hissing angrily.

"It's a good place. The half-elf stopped at a pass. "As long as you have the right people, you can be a hundred. ”

"If only they're really coming at us. Muhathir said.

"They're definitely coming at us," the half-elf said. "Whatever can be done in a direction that is not good for me, it will definitely be done in a direction that is not good for me. Fate loathed of me, rich boy. It's like she's going to love you. ”

Muhati thought about his own experience, from Tyr to Atki to Ram, "I don't feel like fate has favored me. Drop it off, and you'll know it. ”

"At least I can't be friends with a big businessman like Fovard. The half-elf took a mouthful of thick phlegm. "Wait and see, the lizard tribe should be there in a moment. ”

As if to prove the correctness of his words, the sound of hooves of a large group of people was really heard in the distance. "How did they show us?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

"They must have tribal chants," replied a calm man. "Manifest ours with spiritual energy. ”

"Shhhh The half-elf motioned for silence. "Listen!"

Muhadi held his breath and listened. In the distance, there was a call of hunting trumpets, extremely faint, echoing among the strange rocks.

"Here they are. ”

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