(Novel.b.) Update) Desert Sage 57:3-723:5:42. This is not the letter he wrote, and Muhathir can be sure of that. Small. New

In Ram's time, the Psychic did once write a letter entrusting Muscle Daddy to bring back Tyr. The purpose of the letter was to report on their situation and to warn them of the dangers they were in. The letter taken out by the high-ranking Templar Timo had obviously been heavily altered. 594343

The letter states that the Tyrians have foolishly left their main force stranded in the Yurik area, resulting in an empty garrison in the city. Originally, Tyre, including the tribal servant army, had about 20,000 troops, but now less than 5,000 were left to defend it. Moreover, the soldiers who stayed behind lacked good mounts and enough battle mages.

A considerable number of Guardian Mages also joined the army, and the rest were less than half of their usual number. "So, in light of that," the letter reads. “...... I sincerely recommend that the Witch King consider taking advantage of the mantis colony that has recently appeared around Ram. Drive them to the perimeter of Tyre, and the murderous bugs will wreak havoc in this vast and poorly defended area. In order to maintain her reputation, the Coral Witch will definitely go with her helpers to deal with these mantismen. ”

“...... His Majesty can take advantage of this day to set up traps and ambush them, so that they can win if they have a mind or not. Once the leader of the Guardian Mages is captured or killed, they can take advantage of the opportunity to capture Tyr. Annihilate the revolutionaries and inhuman bugs together. ”

“...... The people of Tyre are waiting. ”

This is a lie!The Psychic Warlock swept the contents of the letter and used his psionic energy to declare it to the councillors present.

The handwriting is mine, and so is the material of the letter and ink, but not a single word of what is written on it is a reflection of my true thoughts. Muhati told the Coral Witch that while I don't know how it was faked, it must be another conspiracy on the part of Tessian.

It does look like a possible ploy by Tessian, but don't worry, I'll clear up the accusation for you. Shatiri doesn't know how to be psionic, so she slightly compares this sentence with the shape of her mouth. Muhadi had a keen eye, and he understood what the other party meant.

"I accuse Muhati of guilt!" Muscle Daddy had already been escorted to Teemo, and a Templar escorting him kicked him in the back, trying to force him to kneel. It's a pity that the gladiator champion, even though he was covered in bruises, barely knelt down on one leg and stood on one knee.

Teemo's expression looked triumphant, his mind was obscured by the magical items on his body, but the psychic warlock could read enough from the tiny muscles of his face. Teemo had clearly prepared this move, ready to use it to turn the tables at a crucial moment.

Such a scene at the ruling meeting was unexpected. Muhadi looked around and saw that the crowd had calmed down a little. The barefoot man clasped his hands on his knees, a puzzled look on his face. The woman holding the child looked at herself with squinted eyes. There are also merchants with camels, idle young men, peddlers selling small things, masked men in strange green cloaks. All eyes were focused on Teemo and the Psychic Warlock, who could feel the mood of the masses wavering, and they were waiting for an explanation.

If the Psychic Warlock can't prove that Timo's frame was a forgery, even if the Coral Witch can save him. The credibility of his testimony will also be lost, and Tessian may survive the siege. The former Templar was never a magnanimous man, and it is conceivable that he would inevitably retaliate with brutality.

Teemo stood on the high platform and bewitched the crowd. "See, the prisoner is willing to identify this shameless man with a beast's heart. Who would have thought that this despicable man would claim to work for Tyr while secretly advising the Witch King?"

"Look at this traitor's face. The former High Templar said. "He'll try to quibble, he'll try to cover up. But in the end, the truth will be revealed. ”

"Shatiri!" Teemo shouted at the Coral Witch. "Use your prophecy magic to verify if it's a forgery!"

MP Fahd frowned at the sudden turn of events, and he tried to exonerate Mohadi. "Just moments ago, you claimed that it wasn't worth using magic to drain the world's life force for the sake of unfounded accusations. Why can't you resist breaking your promise so soon?"

"Oh, I'm not breaking my word. Teemo smiled slyly. "I expected that someone would refuse to verify the authenticity of the letter, so I was prepared. ”

"How is this possible!" shouted Nefer. "What the hell do you have in mind?"

"All magic has to drain life force, that's good. But if the price of this magic has already been paid, then it won't destroy our world further, right?" Timo asked in a tone of non-deterfuge.

"Spell ordering?" said a Guardian mage in surprise.

"What spell order?" said Nefer.

"It's pre-stored magic," explained Aikis the Great Psychic Warlock. "Wait until you need to. It also needs to drain life force, but this step is already done while it is stored. ”

"Well said. Teemo nodded slightly to Achilles, and he fumbled in his bosom for a while, pulling out something that looked like a rustic bronze mirror.

It was about the thickness of a book, and about a lap larger than a dinner plate. It looks like it's some kind of bronze material, but there's so much rust on the surface that it's hard to be sure. No matter how you look at it, this thing is a little old. Even if it is said that it is an antiquity left over from the purification war, many people will believe it.

"This magic item contains enough magic to check the authenticity of the letter. It is a work of antiquity, so the magic in it has long since paid for it. Today we use it without causing additional damage. Timo explained. "In addition, this precious magic item was donated to King Tessian by an anonymous person. He also specifically specified that the item should only be used for a specific purpose. So, I can only use it to debunk this liar psychic warlock. It can't be wasted on your outrageous gossip!"

"Your excuse is worse than I thought!" Nifer glared at Teemo. "Since there is such a prop, of course it should be used to detect whether Tessian is treason first!"

"What do I hear?" said Teemo, exaggeratedly, "Councilor Nefer has forcibly requisitioned the magic props of a law-abiding citizen against his will, I have to say, you have fallen very quickly, Nefer." Isn't the fact that you're a gladiator the most hated by the Templars and the Arena Owners for exploiting your belongings at will?"

"It's very different!" Nefer shot back angrily. "You are a violent pretender, and you, like the rest of the Templars, are most passionate about forcing people into submission with intimidation and threats. All I did was to prevent you from coming back!"

"Ridiculous!" said Teemo. "You say that we Templars are keen to use intimidation and threats to force others to submit, aren't you? Nefer, look around you, aren't you just threatening Her Majesty Tessian to step down when you come together?"

"You say we have taken it by violence, and let me remind you, isn't the power of Tyre that you seized by a violent revolution not long ago!" Timo shot back mercilessly. "In primeval times, all sorts of horrific monsters and living nightmares roamed Attas. The Witch King Karak swept away the monsters and built the Tyre of today on the ruins of Old Tyr. Because of his merits, we can save zài today. Where has Karak gone now?"

"Kill the meritorious, that's your logic?" said Teemo. "His Majesty Tessian was the elected king who came to power through open elections, and after his coronation, he single-handedly completed the military reform of Tyre and conquered the region of Ulek, more than doubling our territory. And what are you doing all this time, Nefer, or are you still working on your stupid muscles with stone piers?"

"With all due respect," Teemo murmured. "Even if there is any such thing as Polis demanding that the city-states pay a blood tax. I don't think it's a dereliction of duty to compromise with him!"

"Abupolis' is not only the most powerful mage in existence in Atas, but also an absolute tyrant who has completed the transformation of the dragon. In the face of his threat, Tyr was absolutely unable to resist. If rebellion is self-defeating, why can't we satisfy this tyrant with the lives of some prisoners of war? These scum are our enemies on the battlefield, and they deserve to be slaughtered. What's the harm if we can put their pathetic lives to some last use?"

"Muhadi!" Teemo suddenly turned to the Psychic Warlock. "I heard about your little adventure the night before yesterday. You killed one of the Eye Demon and killed a whole bunch of followers of the Eye Demon Cult, didn't you?"

There was no way to hide it, and there was no need to hide it, so Muhathir replied: "Yes." ”

Many of the onlookers didn't know what happened that night, and some had heard a little about it, but they didn't know much about the details. Hearing that Muhati had actually eliminated an eyed demon, many people couldn't help but admire it in their hearts, and they thought a little more highly of this psychic warlock.

"Kill them all, leave nothing alive, don't you?" said Teemo. "Old people, women, children...... Which is more merciful, and which is more beneficial to Tyre, to have these men poured under your butcher's knife, or to send them to Polis as a blood tax?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me dare to ask. What would you do if you were confronted with Polis's unreasonable request?" he looked at Shatiri. "Coral Witch, what is your answer? and you, Nefer Fahd Fovard?" he called a few more names, and looked at them defiantly.

"As the saying goes, live through today, and only fight tomorrow. I don't think anyone will understand such a simple truth, when the revolution began, the gladiator Rikas ran to fight the witch king Karak at the beginning? Why are you scoffing at the same tactics today?"

Although the high-ranking Templar is unpopular, I have to admit that he still has some talent for oratory, which is also the basic ability of every officer. Listening to his aggressive questioning and defense, some of the attackers of Tessian became shaken. And a die-hard revolutionary like Nefer, who wants to be at odds with the old Templars, won't change her position because of the other party's words, but she is also at a loss for a moment, not knowing how to fight back.

In the silence, it was the voice of the Coral Witch that was the first to respond to Teemo.

"Since you mentioned our revolution. She said, her voice as gentle as a flowing spring. "Maybe I can clear up some of your misconceptions. ”

"You said that I chose to endure for the time being before the revolution, and it will be difficult in the future. There's nothing wrong with that. Shatiri said. But forbearance is not the same as doing nothing, and it is not the same as aiding and abetting. Even at the height of Karak's tyranny, I did not give up my resistance. Do you think that the revolution was made out of nothing? Since I was adopted by Cotander, I have been contacting allies and gathering strength. There is no tall building that does not need the first floor of the building to reach into the sky. ”

"You ask me how to deal with Polis's request?" the Coral Witch stared at Teemo with those inhuman blue eyes. "I would like to ask you, who is most afraid of the resurrection of the Atrodivado Rajat, us, or the Witch Kings?"

She looked around at the crowd, and although her voice was not very loud, it magically made everyone present hear it clearly. Many people nodded while listening to it. Teemo stood alone on the high platform, contriving arguments to refute it.

"At the end of the Purification War, it was Polis and the other fighters who betrayed Rajat. If the Primordial Warlock is resurrected, then he will definitely go to Polis to settle scores, and then the other traitors. For the seal of the primordial warlock, it must be that Polis himself is the most concerned. If he still has the seal broken, then he will be the first to lose his life. If he neglects to maintain the seal, then the Witch Kings will not be indifferent to him. Even with the strongest existing mage in Polisatas, he could not resist the combined attacks of all the Witch Kings. ”

She stared at Teemo with a sacrosanct air on her face. "The Polis you fear is himself a wretched creature living in fear. He feared the Primordial Warlock, but he passed that fear on to the others in the desert. Forcing every city-state to become slaves under this fear. ”

"When I was a little girl living on the streets, I was taught that the scariest thing about fear is fear itself. Yes, maybe Polis will go to war against us because of our disobedience. But just because of this possibility, we take what he wants, and who knows if he will be satisfied with just the annual blood tax? Who will stipulate that he will not take our resources further? If we meet his demands, then we will lose in the first place. ”

"As for what you said about Karak's exploits. Coral Witch turned around. "Ogre's Doom, that's his title. In the Battle of Purification, he completely exterminated the race. But then what?"

"How many people in Tyre have died to Karak's magic over the millennia?How many warriors have lost their lives to senseless wars between witch-kings? Karak may have exterminated the ogre race, but he himself became a life-sucking monster, an immortal nightmare. ”

"Tessian is a man of great talent and perseverance, and he will never give up when he sees his goal. Unexpectedly, Shatiri began to praise Tessian. "As a blasphemer mage, he was exposed to the eighth level of arcane before he was forty years old. As a warrior, he can defeat ten in the gladiatorial arena without falling behind. As the leader of the Templars, Karak spent his final years ignoring mundane affairs, and it was Tessian who single-handedly kept Tyre prosperous and repelled several foreign attacks on the iron mines. ”

Speaking of which, most people's attention is completely drawn to Shatiri. Only Ekis bowed his head and remained silent, thoughtful. He and Ctesian had grown up together, and had known each other for anyone, so it must have been a different feeling to hear the words of the Coral Witch.

"If it weren't for his talent, I wouldn't have shouted his name at the king's election. Muhathir remembers clearly that the reason why Shatiri made the last-minute decision to support Tessian at the time of the first king election was because she thought she would die in the battle against the Witch King's coalition. Thinking of this, the Psychic Warlock couldn't help but sigh a little.

"If it weren't for the military reforms he completed after becoming king and all the other great things he did, we wouldn't have taken his orders. ”

"But merit does not negate crime, and good deeds do not conceal evil deeds. Otherwise, who can guarantee that those in power will not be proud of their achievements?" said Shatiri with sadness. "Every day, I am faced with this temptation. Why don't I turn to blasphemy magic and gain the power of the Witch King? I have given more than anyone else, I have endured a qiē test, why can't I use blasphemy magic for the benefit of the people?

"I used to think that if I used blasphemer magic, maybe a lot of people, a lot of good people wouldn't die in the revolution. Today's Tyre will also become a better Tyre. She paused, as if to restrain her feelings, and continued. "But I know it's wrong, once a person crosses the line, she can never turn back. ”

"So, put away your remark that what Tessian does is a necessary evil, Teemo. Shatiri said. "If you insist, I agree with you verifying the authenticity of Muhathir's letter. But don't think I don't know how to be polite. ”

The Psychic Warlock quietly listened to the two of them at length, and he stepped forward: "Whatever, Teemo, this letter was not written by me, you can test it however you want." ”

Muhadi said as he nodded to Shatiri, signaling that he was fine.

Teemo was depressed, he wanted to reverse the unfavorable public opinion situation in one fell swoop, but was defused by Coral Witch's words. The situation was much worse than he expected, and it seemed impossible to justify Tessian's actions. He had to hit Muhati first, making his testimony unconvincing.

The former high-ranking Templar gave a look, and an officer stepped out of the crowd. He wore no armor, only a close-fitting robe and turban, apparently to facilitate spell casting.

There was not much opposition from Muhadi's side to this spellcaster. This is just an ordinary officer, and he can't fake it in full view.

The officer took the mirror-like prop into his hand and began chanting the spell. An invisible force focused on the center of the square from all directions, and the mirror shone out, making the light of the dark day seem dimmed. An almost inaudible wind swept through the crowd, making one wonder if it was a delusion or a reality.

The Guardian Mages kept their eyes open to the process of casting spells, in case anyone cheated. Psychic warlocks themselves don't have much skill in spell recognition, but these people are different, and they can recognize what spells they are casting.

The chant of the spell grew faster and faster, and even those with little arcane knowledge knew it was almost complete.

With all his might, the officer spat out a syllable of the last spell, then held the mirror-like magical object high enough for everyone to see. For a moment, the thing shone brighter than the sun, and people had to squint, but they couldn't help but wonder what it was revealing in the end.

Muhadi's rigorous training was able to suppress a physical discomfort, and he was undaunted by a blinding light, looking at the mirror and the scene in the mirror that was his own burning face.

The Psychic Warlock could almost hear the Guardian Mages gasp en masse, the magic confirming that he had written the letter himself, the letter that would prove that he had colluded with the Witch King.

Muhati hurriedly summoned the Coral Witch, I don't know what was going on, but it wasn't true!

I believe you, the other party responds with a lip call, let me solve it.

Seeing the result of the magic, the people on Shatiri's side lost their voices for a moment. Teemo took advantage of this opportunity to regain the initiative, "Behold, what have I proved?"

The crowd didn't know how to respond, and those who supported Tessian began to fight back with courage. There are all kinds of ugly words, and some people even mention that yì hold the conniving psychic warlock accountable.

"Prophecy can be distorted. Shatiri said simply.

"Maybe," Teemo said. "But do you dare to say that this magic, or this letter, has been distorted?"

After a pause, she said. "I can't see it. There was no trace of this magic being used by the hands and feet. ”

Hearing Shatiri say this, Muhathir couldn't help but be a little surprised. How do you get out? He deduced hundreds of ways to exonerate himself at the same time in his mind, but none of them were particularly satisfying.

"Then the facts will be clear," said Teemo, "and I will now question our witness, though he ......."

"The facts are not clear yet, Teemo. Shatiri said. "If the mana of the hands and feet is higher than mine, then I can't see it. ”

"You're desperate, Coral Witch. "Even my five-year-old son can come up with a more clever excuse than that." There is no need to continue struggling!"

"Next, I would like to question our witnesses. Teemo said, pointing to the muscular daddy who was being escorted. "Some people may wonder if we have been tortured to force this person to say something against his will. But all the psychic warlocks present can test if what this person says is sincere!"

Needless to say, Muhati had already used psionic energy to detect the muscular daddy. But the gladiator champion of Ulrick City was so confused that he could barely find coherent thoughts, and even his memories were shattered into pieces that were difficult to decipher. The Psychic Warlock saw him walking in the desert, being attacked by an unknown masked man along with several fellow mercenaries. What follows is a series of incoherent shots, lightning and blood.

The Templars must have messed up his mind and injected him with false memories. The Psychic Warlock thought that even if he wanted to use psionic energy to communicate directly to the other party at this time, he would not be able to do so.

"Are you here, voluntarily and uncoercedly, to prove the guilt of the man in front of you, Ajibai Muhadi, a psychic manor?" Timo asked, turning to the man half-kneeling in front of him.

"Get rid of these two rotten people. Muscle Daddy broke free from the two soldiers who were escorting him. "I confess, I confess!"

Shatiri remained silent, Timo triumphant, and Fahd and the other lawmakers had disappointed expressions on their faces. "You admit that Muhathir is guilty?"

"Of course he's guilty!" replied Muscle Daddy, his face swollen from the punch, so his voice was a little slurred. "His crimes are heinous and unspeakable. I could go on here for three days and three nights, and I can't say it clearly. And even if you have the brains of a thin and wise man, you will not be able to remember so many horrific and horrific crimes. ”

Truthfully, the Psychic Warlock felt it and couldn't help frowning. The other psionics present must have sensed it as well, and they all looked at Muhadi with strange eyes.

Timo frowned, "Don't talk about irrelevant content, just point out how Muhati colluded with the Witch King!"

"I don't know!" said Muscle Daddy. "I only know that he tricked Lao Tzu into delivering a letter, but he made Lao Tzu miserable! If this thing is caught by me, it must be beaten!"

"Dare to lie to my muscular daddy, you guys talk about it, is there a more serious crime than this?"

Muhathir had an almost smiling expression, as did many other people who were listening. Psychic Warlocks can now read Muscle Daddy's mind more clearly, and no matter what Timo and his minions pour him, the effectiveness of that thing continues to wane.

A laugh erupted all around, and the sudden roar spread like a hurricane until the whole earth seemed to shake. Timo was furious, "Ridiculous! Do you want to defy this seat?!"

"I'm honest with the question, how can it be ridiculous?!" Muscle Daddy looked at Teemo without flinching. "I don't have a good memory, I forgot everything you taught me!"

Truth be told, Muhadi felt, and presumably the other psionics noticed it, as they all began to rant at the subject and Tessian's supporters.

There's no way Teemo could have brought Muscle Daddy into the ring before he was convinced of his obedience, how could he poke out such a big basket? Even the previous magic proof that the letter was written by Muhadi looked suspicious. The Psychic Mancer wondered, could it be that the Starch Spencer sent the druid to secretly understand the tricks, and what was she doing it for?

Then again, Tessian and Camila haven't been showing up, so what's wrong with that?

Five hundred soldiers slammed their spears on the ground to silence the scene once more. Timo's eyes widened as he looked at Muhadi, "You did it, didn't you! I know it's you!"

"A five-year-old can come up with a better excuse than you. Muhati said to Timo. "What our witness said just now, what you taught him, sue me, what is that?"

"Framed! This is a shameless frame-up!" struggled Teemo. "He must have used some psionic trick to wash the witness's brain. I didn't teach this man to say anything...... My accusations are true!"

"Phew!" said Nefer. Teemo tried to explain, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Nefer couldn't say anything.

"That's enough!" shouted Timo. "Pull this reckless man down! Soldiers, restore order here! The ruling council must continue to convene!"

"I said leave the poor man behind!" called Nefer. "Let's hear what he can say!"

"Shut up!" Teemo ripped the etiquette. "I'm up to me here! Take him down ......."

A firm and powerful voice came from the crowd, "Do you really have the final say, Teemo?"

As soon as Muhadi and the others turned their heads, an open space automatically formed in the crowd. A tall, middle-aged man stood in the middle of the clearing, dressed in ornate full-body plate armor with a muscular statue around his neck. Standing beside him was the Starch Spencer Druid Camilla, who seemed to be shrouded in shadows.

The crowd was almost boiling. It's Tessian!The people in the front row whispered to those in the back row who couldn't see it. "Ctesian is here!"

Seeing these two people appear, the horror in Timo's heart was much greater than that of the others. What's going on? He thought, this is not the same as he said at the beginning.

"I'm up here, not you, Teemo. "When Tessian speaks, there is a kind of human self-confidence, as if he is in control. "You can't play any tricks. Now, I'm going to expose your crimes!"

The second time, there was a dramatic reversal on the field.

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