The air was filled with the smell of decay, flying flies, swollen corpses, blood-stained eyes like patches of colored cloth. Nearly a hundred Mistara corpses lay on the ground, their armor pulled off. The weapon was tossed aside, and the corpse's mouth was crawling with flies. Even the armbands of iron and stone, silver and jade on their arms were taken away from them.

It was an excellent ambush, and although the Mistaras outnumbered the Atas outposts, the infantry fought with the cavalry, and they were surrounded.

Without asking his chieftains and warriors, Fatumah could guess what the battle had been like. The Mistara consider themselves outposts, so there is no need to send scouts to scout. The Atas were more astute than they were, and the cavalrymen and light cavalry had been watching the natives for a long time, judging that they would come to this place sooner or later.

Fatumah rode forward, pregnant, but this did not affect her movements in the slightest. On the contrary, she felt the seeds of her lover slowly grow in her body, filling her heart with fire.

There were also quite a few corpses in front of them, and they looked surprisingly calm, as if they were lying in the sun after taking a bath. Needless to say, the Atas were lying down on their horses, waiting here for the Mistara to take the bait.

The Mistara outpost recklessly broke into the trap, and when the Atas attacked, they clumsily counterattacked. The terrain here looks flat, but in fact it is full of dangers, full of sand and pebbles. The Mistara charge stumbled and was slain by the elven archers from Attas. Some people have bright armor and rush farther away. But the elven archers retreated, keeping their distance and shooting behind them, each arrow hitting the eye under the helmet.

The rest of the Mistara were horrified, perhaps because they were more clever than to rush into the trap late. They retreated, intending to lure the Atas out and avenge the dead.

The rest was self-evident, the Athas pulled off the armor of the dead and desecrated the corpses. Even the iron and stone armbands and the silver jade armbands were taken away. Know that in the culture of the Mistara people, the oath of iron and stone symbolizes the sincere union between two men, and the oath of silver and jade symbolizes the union between a man and a woman. Seeing that the iron and stone armbands and silver jade armbands were defiled, the remaining Mistara people were almost crazy, and those who died in the battle rushed forward again regardless of it.

Then all of them died in battle.

In the Atas Desert, when inter-tribal wars break out, corpses are also a resource that can be used, as drinking water can be extracted from them. After every bloody and tragic battle, both sides will always send corpse collectors to fetch water. As a result, the superior side, after killing the enemy, will often lie in ambush near the corpse, waiting to intercept and kill these corpse collectors.

After arriving in Mistara, these Atas warriors still retained the savage and bloody habits of the desert. Each successful ambush of a Mistara outpost often means that another group of Mistara will die in the same place.

In this way, the army of Atas severed the connection between the Mistala legions, blocked their eyes and ears, and reduced their main force to their largest and most important city, Delhi, the city of the peoples.

This is the residence of the Maharaja of Mistara, and all the princes of the princely states come here regularly. Many important religious ceremonies take place here, and the magnificent Colosseum is located in the heart of the city.

Fatoumah turned back and saw that his army had formed an attack formation. Countless samurai on horseback were draped in insect shell plate armor and draped over broad cloaks, urging their horses forward. They covered their faces and heads with black turbans, revealing only eagle-sharp eyes, staring at Derry as if they were their prey. The sound of drums stirred and spread across the uninhabited areas in front of the army and between the cities, reminiscent of the rumbling ancient seas. Fatoumah could see their polished bone bows, the tips of their spears, and their wide-sleeved coats fluttering in the wind.

The flags of a hundred tribes fluttered in the air, elves, humans, Moors, mantismen, dwarves, halflings...... So many people! So many tribes hostile to each other are now miraculously fighting for the same name. As the infantry advanced, they slapped their shields with their scimitars and chanted praises to the One True God. Burning passion spreads through the queue until everyone roars munchly, the true God is greatest!

God is the greatest!

A thousand different accents chanted at the same time, and the sound was earth-shattering.

After the infantry, the undead minions of the Witch King Dragos marched forward with uniform steps, their faces expressionless, their eyes empty except death. As a disciple of the primordial warlock, who was the best at necromantic magic, he resurrected the Mistara demigods and magical creatures who had died in the previous battle, and turned them into the war beasts of the Athas. If the false gods of the Mistara dared to interfere, the mummys of the gods would rush up and tear them to pieces.

The Witch King Malik lived like a panting fat merchant, muttering something on his horse. The elf Fahd, who had been riding beside the Witch King, noticed that his sister's eyes were on him, and he laughed and beat his horse over.

"You shouldn't have ridden with the Witch King. Fatuma looked at the distant wall in front of him and said to his brother with a battle-hardened expression. "How many inhuman races have died at the hands of these Witch Kings? Just because we're working together now doesn't mean we're going to make friends with Witch Kings. The way you ride next to Malik looks like you're holding down your balls!Tell me if you put your eggs on the left or right when you're riding?!"

"I forgive you for your rudeness, sister. Fahd said. "But let me warn you, we need the Witch King and his men to help us deal with the mages and false gods of the Mistara. ”

"May they perish with the false gods of the Mistara!" Fatuma said. "Just seeing these guys makes me sick. The One True God must be blind enough to want us to join forces with the Witch Kings...... And don't think I've forgotten that you once tried to snatch the chieftain's position with me. Don't think that with the witch king to support you, you will have the capital to do it again. ”

"I forgive your blasphemy, sister. Fahd said. "But it's better to join forces with them than to be their enemies, and I'm not selfish in the slightest. Not long ago, the tribesmen in the desert were killing each other, but look at what a powerful force it is once we are united!"

"Can anyone be united, even these witch kings?" Fatumah kicked the horse in the belly. "Why don't you go and let these Mistara people work with us?"

"When the war is over, and they have accepted the first because they are the only true God, I will. Fahd said. "Until then, I'm afraid I wasn't very convincing. ”

"You don't even believe this. Fatumah responded. "These men and women are combined, and the rotten ass Mistara people will never be able to accept the teachings of the first cause. But I don't mind watching what it's like for you to be ** by them. ”

"I forgive your fetishes, sister. Fahd laughed. "Because you are carrying Muhadi's child, the ferocity of the fetus is transmitted to you, I understand. I'm sure this child will be a great man when he is born, an invincible warrior, an incomparable psyker, a king of kings, a khan of khans. He will inherit the land. ”

Fatuma's face quickly changed color, as if he didn't know how to respond to the other party. "How do you tell?!" she finally squeezed out the words. "You have spies by my side?"

"No, and there is no need. Fahd said. "But my woman has recently become pregnant, and I hope these two children will become friends in the future. ”

"Your woman—that Dildri, the daughter of the Witch King?!" Fatuma shook her head. "You really want to have a baby with her?"

"That's what I'm trying to do in the first place. Fahd smiled. "Deirdre is a good woman, but unfortunately she has a stupid brain...... It doesn't matter, she inherited her mother's bloodline, and that's enough for me. ”

Fatoumah shook her head, indicating that she did not wish to continue on the subject. "Prepare to attack!" she shouted to the herald beside her. "Before sunset, I want to see our flag flying over the walls of Delhi!"

"Don't you have anything to say to the fighters?" Fahd prompted.

"Tell them, we are a people of blood and sand, made of fire and dust! Let them show the enemy why we are worthy of victory!" said Fatoumah in a loud voice.

"This is the jewel in the crown of the aliens, the center of their wealth and the source of their confidence, their holy city and their royal capital. For thousands of years, these aliens built the city, where wealth was piled up higher than the mountains, and where decay and cowardice multiplied and grew. Today, we will be here to win our glory! We will fight so fiercely! So cruel! Even a thousand years from today, there will not be a Mistara who dares to look at an Athas!"

"Sue them, after the city is broken, there will be no armor left! I will promise them to make trophies in this alien city!"

"Tell them that on the ruins of this city, we will build a new city. A hundredfold magnificent, a hundredfold magnificent! This new city, this new Delhi, will become our capital in this world! From here, we will command the world!"

"Very good speech. When Fatuma finished her presentation, her illegitimate brother concluded. "Do you think Muhati would approve of your approach if he were here? You seem to be ...... A little too radical. ”

"He's not here, so keep your mouth shut for me!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The notes left by the Silent King, or High Evolutionary, are mutilated and written in the obscure ancient Attas halfling script. This is a script that has been extinct for a long time, as in fact the only surviving Atas ancient halfling is the High Evolver. It may not be accurate to say that they survived, as the High Evolutionaries are now in a half-life, half-dead slumber and don't know if they will wake up.

The Coral Witch knew that Attath belonged to a rather remote plane of matter, and that even a linguistic spell could not allow an outsider to decipher the notes. But Satili had studied these ancient languages under the Kotander, and she could barely make out some of the notes.

Most of the notes were about the High Evolutionary's experiences on Mistara, and Sadiri's long, white fingers twitched cautiously for fear of damaging the fragile ancient relic.

Some parts of the notes seem to have been read over and over again, with a lot of notes and underlines added to the original text. Satili tried to read this section with great difficulty, and she was now a hymn, with an ornate and intricate rhetoric and phrase. Only in the language of the ancient halfling there is such a complex expression, which in the modern lingua franca of Athas, can be inaccurately translated as follows:

From the weakness of thinking, the god of all machines, save us! From the lie of the soul, integrated circuits, save us! From the wrath of the monster, the body of steel, protect us! From the ** of **, semi-conductive silicon crystals, purify us! From the decay of flesh and blood, the god of all machines, liberate us!

It appears to be a religious hymn to one of the two main gods of the ancient halflings, the God of All Machines, whose real name is unknown. This is somewhat unusual because, judging by the name High Evolutionary, he is supposed to be a believer in the god of evolution.

The second part of the hymn is a triad of hymns, each written larger than the last, as if the reader should read them in a louder voice. Mechanical Savior!

Mechanical Savior!

Mechanical Savior!

After the three-fold praise, there is another set of gorgeous analogies:

There is no truth in flesh and blood, only betrayal! There is no strength in flesh and blood, only weakness! There is no constant in flesh and blood, only decay! There is no certainty in flesh and blood, only death!

What is this? Satili thought, the High Evolutionary seemed to be studying these religious poems, but for what? Does it have anything to do with him falling into a deep slumber?

If you can cast a prophecy spell yourself, you should be able to find out why the Silent King studied this. But unbelievably his own spell also went wrong. Obviously, it feels normal, but it weirdly has no effect, what is wrong?

Just now, I noticed that there was a hint of illusion magic in the world around me? What does this mean? Is the ineffectiveness of my spell an illusion forged by illusion? Or is it that I am trapped in a world created by illusion, but I have not yet realized it?

It's impossible!, Sadili bit her lip and comforted herself. No one can create illusions that even they can't see, and no one can deceive the sun mage—beyond the existence of blasphemer and guardian spells.

Not even Nibennay? He was a master of illusion and magic, and had been immersed in this realm for nearly five thousand years. Can his less than 20 years of study really outweigh the 5,000 years of accumulation of the Witch King?

In the era of the primordial warlocks, many magic had not yet been understood or perfected, and it can be said that the "Shadow King" Nibennai single-handedly established today's illusion magic system. Some even claim that all the mirages in the desert are caused by the fluctuations of magic left over from Niben's illusions.

Satili's fingertips touched her spellbook, the leather cover had changed several times, and the pattern of the silver thread had been revised. But this magic book was his first magic book, and a long time ago, when he was only seven or eight years old, he got it from Muhadi, who had traveled through time. Since then, she has always carried this magic book with her, like an old friend, without exception.

Coral Witch opened her magic book and examined it for the millionth time. Many of the spells originally recorded in this magic book have a very strong personal touch of the Witch King Nibennay. Muhadi, the psychic mancer, could not spell, so it was only possible that he had obtained this magic book from someone else.

Who was the original owner of this magic book, and did he have anything to do with Nibennay?

If you really come into contact with the magic knowledge of the Witch King Niben Nai when you first embark on the road of magic, will you not be able to see through the illusion of the "Shadow King"?

You can't really be dead, are you? Just a corpse, still imagining you're alive?

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

"You look nervous, what the hell is going on?" Aisha asked Muhadi.

The Psychic Warlock replied in surprise, "You can see I'm nervous? Shouldn't this be, Lyra's training...... My expressions should be unreadable, my heartbeat, my breathing rate, the movement of my facial muscles...... It should be the result of precise calculations, and it is impossible to leak my inner thoughts. My mind fluctuates ......"

"Muhadi, I don't need to read your facial expressions or your thoughts to confirm that you are nervous. From that moment on, you suddenly fell silent...... What else can explain that? what else can make you stop in the middle of a speech?" Aisha retorted.

Her explanation made sense, and the Psychic had to agree. He held his forehead with one hand, "You're right, I just thought of something. ”

"What's that?"

He is a traverser, and this body was possessed by himself, and its original owner was a mage from Nibennai City, and may be a disciple of the witch king Nibennai. For an unknown reason, the mage traveled alone to the desert near Tyre, only to be possessed by himself. What he was going to do at that time was completely unknown.

This is his biggest secret, and Muhadi said to himself, should he sue Sù Aisha, should he believe her?

"Muhadi, any information, may help us to get out of the current situation. The telemancer said to Muhadi in a slight but sincere tone. She had never betrayed her trust, hadn't she, thought the Psychic Warlock, maybe he should have trusted her for once.

"Nipennay probably knows me better than I thought at first. Muhadi began. "It's hard to explain, but once you start to think about what I'm saying, you'll understand that I'm telling the truth. ”

"Okay, then tell me why Niben knows about you. Aisha nodded.

"I'll sue you for a qiē, but until then, let's do what we planned. The Psychic Warlock said sternly. "Read each other's minds, let's first make sure that we are trapped in an illusion. ”

Tips: The new domain name "biquge.info" has been launched by Biquge, and the original domain name is about to be discontinued. Please tell each other, thank you!