Luckily, psychic warlocks don't need to prepare spells like mages or priests, otherwise Muhadi wouldn't have had time to sneak around and watch the captives all the time.

He was in a position behind a tent in the shadows, and the captives could not be seen directly, and in turn the captives could not see him. However, psychic sorcerers do not only rely on sight to see the world, but also the sounds they hear with their ears and the vibrations they feel with their skin can form images in their minds in the form of synesthesia. So although Medici did not appear, her every move was under surveillance. []

With the help of an elf, Muhadi delivered a manipulation bladder to Medic, giving her a chance to escape. In order to make the plan go smoothly, he gave a hallucinogenic drink to the guards guarding the captives. When the captives tried to escape, most of them were too drunk to wake up.

In order to avoid complications, the boy himself lurked on the sidelines, ready to provide a little convenience to Medici at the right time.

After cutting the ropes, Medici crept to the guards' tents, quietly waiting for the opportunity. Muhadi hesitated for a moment to use his psionic powers to stun the guards, but in the end he decided to wait and see. Medici shouldn't be able to clean up even a few drunken guys.

The elves in the tent didn't know that the catastrophe was coming, and they still talked relaxedly. After a while, it occurred to one of the elves to go out to check on the captives, and he absentmindedly lifted the curtain of his tent and walked out into the sun.

Suddenly seeing the midday sun, the elf's vision was a little blurred, and just when he raised his hand to block the light, the captive who had been lurking on the side made a move.

Medici struck his opponent the back of the neck, and the elf he hit lost his balance and fell helplessly forward. Before her opponent could fall to the ground, she threw another punch into the elf's lower abdomen, knocking the cry for help back into her stomach.

It is absolutely impossible for people on earth to go without eating or drinking for nearly three days and still have this kind of physical fitness. But on Atas, life that lasts under the scorching sun is much tougher, and this torture is not enough to make a mighty warrior unable to fight.

Medici punched the elf in the lower abdomen, and with the other hand, he took the saber from the opponent's waist. As soon as the elf fell to the ground, she stabbed her victim in the throat from behind with a cutlasel.

Interesting, Muhati hid in the distance, thinking while feeling the movement here. She really didn't dare to stab her heart anymore, so it was better to cut her throat to be safe.

The elves in the tent did not notice at first that the companion who had walked out had been put down, and only when Medici rushed into the tent did they hurriedly draw their weapons. One of the elves had drunk so much that he failed to draw his scimitar at once, but tripped over his robe in a panic.

Originally, their table would not be so unbearable, but the drink that Muhadi gave them was specially concocted, and it was very strong, and it was said that if they drank too much, they would even hallucinate. So the five elves in the tent seemed clumsy and out of line.

Medici understands that if she doesn't recognize them and warn them loudly, if she attracts more elves, then she will not be able to escape no matter how lucky she is.

On the other hand, these elves don't want to make a big deal out of it. Six guards guarded a woman with her hands tied, and if she had to rely on someone else's help to prevent her from escaping, they would be dishonored. The previous drinks also worked, and several of the guards drank too much, became arrogant and lacked judgment, drew their weapons themselves, and swarmed on. They had been laughing loudly before, so at this time there was a noise in the tent, and the surrounding elves didn't seem to notice.

Medici wielded the scimitar nimbly, as if the arm had been extended. The space in the tent was narrow, but her clever positioning made up for the shortcomings, which made several elves feel in the way when they fought, for fear that if they were not careful, they would slash their companions instead.

One of the elves let out a low cry and swung a knife, and instead of taking it hard, Medici slashed the opponent's wrist. There was only a cry of pain, and the elf had an extra blood streak on his hand, and the scimitar fell on the sand.

The elf who had been sliced to the wrist instinctively covered the wound with one hand and half-knelt on the ground. Unceremoniously, Medici leaped past him with his hand and caught up with the other two elves. The skills of these two samurai are also very limited, not to mention that they can't be fully wielded at this time. In two of the three strokes, the weapons in their hands were knocked away by the Medici, and immediately after, their throats were slashed, and black and red blood splattered out and soaked into the sand.

Muhati hid himself quietly, and waited until there was no movement in the tent for a long time before slowly coming out of the darkness. He approached the tent and looked at it, and sure enough, several of the guards were dead. The tent was in shambles, and the woman had scavenged for food and other useful things before leaving, and had stripped an elf of her clothes, apparently intending to disguise herself as a member of the Scorpio tribe.

The boy whistled, and several other elves came from the shadows, and it was Fahd who was the leader. "So far, your plan seems to be working. ”

"Well, hopefully luck will always be on our side. Muhadi replied, "By the way, dispose of these corpses, we are now deep in the desert and do not have time to prepare a proper funeral for them." ”

Muhadi was referring to the cutting off of the body's head and chopping up the body. Athas is a cruel world that is very different from Earth, filled with all kinds of undead monsters. If the corpses are piled up in the desert, they may turn into dried corpses or other terrifying undead creatures, threatening caravans and travelers. If Muhadi once thought that Attas's practice of beheading and eating corpses was a little barbaric, now he has long since stopped thinking so. There are some customs that arise for their own reasons.

"Are you sure you can track her?" Fahd asked, "The Crazy Horse tribe does have a unique knack for equestrianism, and she's good at all kinds of survival techniques. ”

"When she left, she not only stole a horse, but also took the water bladder and some supplies. Muhadi picked up handfuls of sand from the ground and watched them leak out of his palms to determine the direction of the wind. "What she didn't know was that I had hidden my crystal in a water bladder. No matter how far away I am, I can sense the location of the Spirit Crystal Servant, and I am not afraid that I will not be able to catch up with her. ”

What's more, she only brought one horse, so she had to save horsepower. We each took two horses and rode in rotation, so how could we not catch up?"

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