Just before nightfall, Yiqiē seemed to be under control. Originally, these elves already thought that the other party would not be able to escape from the palm of their hands, but they didn't expect a sudden change at this time.

According to psionic sense, Muhadi was now moving away from his spirit crystal servant at an extremely high level, which he did not expect. Could it be that the imperialists have revealed the mechanism in the water bladder? Such a fast degree can only be achieved by galloping with no sympathy for horsepower. How far could she run like that?

Was it a pretense that Medici had slowed down before, or had she already met someone to pick it up, or had she tied the water bladder to some desert animal and drove it away?

"We need to be fast!" shouted Muhadi. "She may have met someone who answered, and if we take a little slower, we might let them escape!"

With the water and a long rest, the mounts were full of energy. Although Muhati and Fahd lost one horse, they originally took two horses with each of them when they left, so they were not helpless.

"Look, it's a hoof print!" said the elf who was good at survival in the wild and was in charge of keeping an eye on the ground. Muhadi looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, there were many messy horseshoe prints on the ground, and if it weren't for the elf's good eyesight and galloping on horseback at night, he would have hardly noticed these marks on the ground.

Several horses and their riders stopped, gathered around the sandy area with hoof prints.

"It's not a horse or a man to keep," said the elf, frowning, "judging by the hoof prints, at least five horses, and a grey-scaled bird." One of them was a Medici horse, and I could tell it by the hoof prints. ”

"The footprints are so clear that you can assume that these people had a little conversation here and then went out together. There are no traces of a fight. "The elf pointed to the hoof prints on the ground, and if he fought on horseback, the traces left by the constant charge and the wrong horse and knife were by no means like this, and there would be a lot of chaos.

"That's right, she's in touch with the Crazy Horse tribe. Fahd said, looking at Muhadi, "But I only walked for two days before I met the person who answered me, and it seems that the people of Crazy Horse are not walking fast." They must have brought too many old people and children, or they brought too many supplies to be discarded. Do you think we're going to release the Sand Eagle immediately and inform Fatoumah of our presence?"

"It's too early," Muhadi objected, "the people of the Crazy Horse tribe don't usually ride the Grey Scaly Bird, maybe because she met someone else, mercenary or adventurer." Let's chase after a while, if we really show up most of the enemy, it's not too late to inform us at that time. ”

"Well, so be it. ”

After two days of chasing in the desert, it's finally coming to an end. The elves, eager or restless, sped up their horses, and the group galloped, and the sand splashed up formed dust.

During the chase, Muhadi and his party were taken to a much rougher land than the previous one, where the sand was much rougher, and from time to time huge rocks emerged from the sand, forcing the rider to carefully control the horse and pass through the middle of the stones. The two moons in the sky took on a sickly white, like spoiled mare's milk. The moonlight shone on the dunes and the riders, and the only sound of the wind blowing the sand and the sound of horses' hooves was accompanied.

Along the way, more trails are seen by sharp-eyed elves, proving that they are not on the wrong path. But the other party's degree has never slowed down, and just when Muhathir thought he was going to catch up with the other party, his eyes suddenly opened up.

A basin spreads out in front of you, and from this position, a few hundred feet further on, the ground sinks abruptly, and then flattens again, forming the basin. The lowland plains seemed endless, but to descend into them was to go some further and descend a less steep slope.

At this time, the sun has not yet risen, but due to the refraction of the atmosphere, the surroundings have begun to light up. I saw a large army marching towards the inner side of the basin, with thousands of cavalry, bright armor reflecting a dazzling light, looking like a steel rose slowly blooming in the early morning from a distance.

Dozens of huge flags were displayed in the clear morning sky, each with a lion painted with teeth and claws. The lion stretched out a front paw, clutching a scimitar in its claw, staring fiercely at every enemy who dared to face it.

The Lion of Yurik, which is the banner of Hamanu, the Witch King of Yurik.

The elves stared at the army in amazement, thousands of cavalry armed with metal weapons and chain mail, far beyond the imagination of any inhabitant of Attas. The Witch King's boundless wealth and power were revealed at this moment. Behind the well-armed cavalry were countless infantry, as well as shell beetles and grey-scaled birds. Tens of thousands of slaves also traveled back and forth among the army, feeding stored hay to the shell beetles. And those bugs will secrete worm nectar to provide additional supplies for the army.

The most shocking thing was the strange huge machines in the middle of the army. Muhadi had never seen such a huge and ugly machine of war. The machines looked like giant siege towers on Earth, but they were much larger, like giants to gnomes.

It is made entirely of giant wood, reinforced with metal and magic. Beneath each of these behemoths, fifteen hundred slaves were busy leveling the sand in front of them, and then transporting the rolling logs from the rear of the machinery to the front so that the behemoth could move. In the middle of the machine, more than a dozen platforms protruded, each of which stood a swaggering Overseer wielding a leather whip. The long whips in their hands were studded with metal shards and crackled. All the time, slaves are struck by this whip, wail and move faster.

Above the Overseers, there were hundreds of shooting holes, layered on top of the machine. Behind each of the holes, there was an alert shooter, cautiously watching the surroundings of the army. At the top of the machine is a platform where the Templars of Hamanu, the Witch King of Ulric, stand tall and command the Witch King's army.

After weeks of careful preparation, weeks of tug-of-war, and thwarting a bold attempt by the Tyrians to infiltrate the city of Ulric in an attempt to incite a slave revolt, the army of the Witch King Hamanu finally reached the desert outside Tyre.

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