The chief's voice settled, and for a moment no one retorted, and the remaining samurai of the Crazy Horse tribe sat silently around the campfire. Some chew dried horse intestines and cheese, others don't say a word, they chew Medici's words in their hearts.

"If we sit idly by and watch our members being slaughtered and our belongings looted, we just do nothing and swallow our anger. How many people will respect our names, how many people will be afraid, and how many will we be afraid of them, once we become weak. Everybody would pounce on them and try to bite off a piece of meat. ”

Obviously, not everyone agreed with this remark, and after a while, dissatisfied voices appeared. "Blood-boiling declaration, but unfortunately it doesn't work for us!"

The voice continued, "How many of us still remember the lizard tribe? How many of you know that just twenty or thirty years ago it was the most powerful tribe in the region? It was we who destroyed this great tribe that had been so great for a time, we killed all its men, took its women and children, and burned their villages. Now, its name has been forgotten, and its former glory is only vaguely influenced by old people with loose teeth like us. When we also return to the dust, we will be completely lost. ”

"You all have fathers, but do you all have sons?" the voice seemed to be more confident, "if we all die, then what's the point of our honor? Medici speaks of our ancestors, but it seems to me that it is not because of their bravery that their descendants now have a place in the desert. It was their endurance and humiliation that have kept us alive to this day. ”

This immediately caused an uproar, and many samurai retorted angrily, but the voice continued. "Does this make you feel uncomfortable? But it is true! Consider how many great tribes have risen from antiquity to the present day, and if our ancestors had been as tenacious and unyielding as you claim, they would not have had children to survive to this day. ”

"So, listen to me. The voice said, "Let us leave this battle and go north, all the way north." Until the sun rises and no longer sets. The climate there is more temperate, livestock is abundant, and it is far from the influence of robbers and witch kings. The land there grows plants that produce honey and mare's milk, and we should avoid the fighting here and find a place to live in the north. ”

This man seemed to have a high status in the Crazy Horse Tribe, and after he spoke out against it, the voices questioning the chief's decision increased.

"It seems that age has worn away your courage, and time has cruelly robbed you of your judgment. Mediki's voice rang out again, "The north is the territory of those crazy Psychic Warlock Guilds, and they are unreasonable compared to the Witch King. If the witch kings are tyrants, then those psychic warlocks are schizophrenic tyrants. And it is said that there are as many as a thousand psychic sorcerers in the guild, so why should we travel all the way to the north to be neighbors with a thousand tyrants in order to get away from one tyrant here?"

Muhadi overheard the other party's evaluation of the Psychic Warlock from a distance, and his heart was filled with strange feelings, madmen and tyrants, this is what ordinary people think of Psychic Warlocks? As for the rumor that there are a thousand Warlocks in the guild, it is obviously a rumor of ignorant people. According to what he had heard from Lyra and Aikis, there were only two or three hundred psychic warlocks in the northern city of Atki. However, the guild leader's name is Thousand Souls, and I don't know if the rumors are related to this name.

After listening for a while, the people of the Crazy Horse tribe became more and more noisy, and some of the samurai who were unwilling to serve as cannon fodder for the coalition insisted on immediately breaking away from the Witch King's jurisdiction and fleeing to a distant land. The warriors loyal to the chieftain angrily fought back, declaring that they had killed themselves by escaping to the unknown land, and that only by following the coalition forces to break through Tyr would they have a chance to make a comeback.

Many people even mentioned killing the scorpion tribe's pointy-eared garbage, and then cutting off their ears and stringing them together as decoration. And they shouted that they would kill the psychic who had sold himself to the alien race and slaughtered their brother, and that they would cut off his flesh piece by piece, and let him die in a wail.

Once the samurai quarreled, it was inevitable that they would end up in bloody duels, which was the custom of the tribesmen. Muhati silently felt the movement coming from the spirit crystal servant, and noticed the sound of the sword coming. Either side is eager to "convince" the other side with the victory of several duels.

Looking from the hideout, there are already several small figures fighting each other around the campfire of the Crazy Horse tribe. Others were either shouting and cheering, or eager to try and go into battle on their own. The man in charge of the sentry of the company slackened and was attracted by the fight.

"When will the messengers come back?" Muhadi observed and turned to ask his own people who were hiding nearby.

"At least two hourglasses, Warlock. The soldier replied, with a hint of impatience in his tone. "Then the people in the iron mine believe our information and leave immediately. ”

Muhati looked at the Crazy Horse riots again and shook his head slightly. "It's too late, they'll mess around for a little more at most, and if we want to sneak up on them, we have to do it now. ”

"Sneak attack?!" a soldier wondered, "You were still building just now, let's wait and see!"

"That's what we're going to be waiting for! The other soldier replied, "I'm tired of waiting anyway, so I'll just go up and fight while the other party is in chaos." ”

"The other side is a Buraku people, more courageous, but less disciplined. "We can't confront them head-on, but under the cover of the night, they don't know how many we are, which means they could be thrown into chaos because of our sudden appearance." ”

These soldiers were not Muhadi's subordinates and could not obey his orders. They looked at each other before finally nodding, and Nadal, as their leader, said to Muhadi, "I don't know if it's a good idea, but Master Rikas wants us to follow your orders, so I think we'll raid the Witch King's minions." Anyway, the worst outcome is just failure and death. Nadal nodded, and the other soldiers followed suit.

"Then we'll approach quietly and follow me!" said the Psychic Warlock.

A dozen men led their mounts closer and mounted them at Muhadi's orders. "Are you ready?" he shouted to the soldiers.

"For Tyr!" a dozen people shouted together.

"Charge!"

The people of the Crazy Horse tribe immediately became alert, and the sound of horses' hooves spread not far from the sand, but the sound of the charge could not be concealed, not to mention that the Tyrs did not try to hide it at all.

"Prepare to take the enemy!" shouted the warriors of the Crazy Horse tribe in panic.

At this moment, a sudden spiritual blow exploded in the centaurs of the Crazy Horse tribe, and Muhadi unleashed an ability with the help of the Spirit Crystal Servant, successfully disturbing the opponent's horses and causing chaos.

In an instant, Tyre's soldiers rushed to the front of the chaotic crowd, and several hapless warriors were knocked straight away by the galloping horses. Some drew their swords and tried to resist, while others tried to find their mounts, only to be cut down from behind. The chaos immediately expanded several times over.

"It's you!" a voice of hatred reached Muhadi's ears, and one of the riders grabbed a spear in one hand and slammed it towards the telemagician.

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