Cotander's beard was gray, his skin was sunken and covered with age spots, the skin on his neck was saggy, and his face was lean like a skeleton. The old man fought against the Witch King throughout his life as a veteran guardian mage, and he also educated powerful apprentices like the Coral Witch, and saw the tyrant's rule come to an end in Tyre.

Unlike Aikis, his life force has been depleted, and even the spell of resurrection cannot bring it back. The Coral Witch lifted the old man's corpse and was surprised to see how light he was. The old mage used to be so majestic, tall and confident, but after his death, he seemed to shrink, and became humble and ordinary. Shatiri couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Akith watched in silence as the Coral Witch held the old mage's body in her hands before she stepped forward and said, "Mourning, we can at least say that Cotander deserved to die." ”

The Coral Witch had already taken control of the situation, although there were still some tears on her face. "He said that if you fight monsters long enough, you'll see yourself one of them. I shouldn't have ......," the female mage's voice choked again.

"The living are great, let's go and see if Muhadi has driven the witch king away. ”

"Who is he, and why is he able to burst with such power?A new monster created by your Psychic Warlock Guild?" flashed from the witch's hand, and the old mage's body vanished.

The Great Psychic Warlock shrugged, "Who knows, I'm guessing too." Maybe he was really mortal, but what did the prophecy say?' When he comes out of the depths of the desert, the earth will be filled with righteousness, just as it was full of unrighteousness. ”’

Shatiri shook her head slightly, and didn't ask any further. "You go and pick up the Psychic Warlock. I'm going back to Tyre, and Tessian still owes me an answer. ”

"What's that?"

"I want to understand if he is using my weapon. Shatiri's blue eyes shone with determination.

"That's good. Ekis beckoned to some of the wandering "memories" and Aisha, "Let's go find Muhadi together, he won't be long after his transformation." ”

"Wait a minute. Shatiri seemed to remember something, and called out to Akith. "Sue al-Muhadi, Tyre owes him once. And so am I. ”

"That's all?" Akith nodded.

"And, tell him, I'm looking forward to a one-on-one meeting with him. ”

"Lucky boy. Akith muttered, "I'll bring the words for you." ”

King Tessian witnessed the astonishing changes on the battlefield, and when the Witch King's body fell to the ground, he turned pale and gave the order. "The whole army is attacking. ”

The officers obeyed their orders awe-inspiringly, and Tessian had an unrivaled specialty in handling military affairs, and he could command a group of rabble like countless sharp knives, fiercely cutting into the vital points of the enemy army.

The remnants of the coalition forces were disorganized, demoralized, and did not know what to do. And the people of Tyre seized the opportunity and swept away the mindless enemy like a sandstorm.

The slave soldiers fell to their knees and begged for mercy, while the Golden Apple Guards formed small formations of three or five men and fought to the death without escaping. For every member of the Golden Apple Guard, the Tyres had to take their lives, or even two.

However, the Templars from the cities of Nibenai and Ankara, as if given some unified order, began to retreat from the battlefield, leaving the soldiers of Ulek facing the burden of being saddled with the enemy.

The scorching heat never ceases, and it has brought fear and blood from the Three Witch Kings to the people of Tyre. Today it tastes much sweeter, like the taste of victory.

Muhadi descended from the sky onto the dunes, and a small group of Tyre's soldiers froze in place at the sight of the psychic sorcerers descending from the sky.

Unlike the previous experience, that strange and alien power is no longer simply gone. This time, it remained in Muhadi's mind, and for the first time began to communicate with the telemancer.

"Who are you. Muhadi closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the sand, and began to talk to his heart.

"Nobody. The strange consciousness replied, and even in a quiet state, the strength of that consciousness made Muhadi feel terrified. He felt as if he was naked**, floating in front of a huge creation, and there seemed to be countless eyes staring at him in the darkness, making his skin tense for a while.

"I'm just a fragment, a shadow, an insignificant tool. Consciousness added. "I wake up and remind you of your duty. ”

"My duty?" Muhadi wanted to laugh, but in the world of consciousness, his muscles were not controlled by himself. "I don't remember any pact with anything like you. ”

"You have. Consciousness responds.

The quicksand, Muhadi felt a tingling in his brain, as if some dusty memories had awakened. He remembered a dark shadow, a giant eye, and his own words. "I agree. ”

Agree, agree, agree. The echo reverberated in the mind of the Psychic Warlock, and he remembered that he seemed to have promised something to this terrible consciousness. But he couldn't remember the details, and he still didn't know what he had promised.

"You can't give back all your memories. "Consciousness has a new message. "That place in the desert is still hidden. Do what you have to do, and one day, you will earn my prize. Try to resist and you will not be able to regain zài. ”

"Don't save zài?" thought Muhadi, "you claim to be a tool, can you save zài without me?"

"If you answer 'no', then I'll turn the clock and ask you to do it again until you answer 'yes'. ”

"It's really, convincingly. Muhati thought, "But what exactly do you want me to do? Why me?"

"Why you, it's not a question you should have on your mind. You just care about what to do. With a fluctuation in consciousness, Muhadi felt that his entire mental space was shaking, and he was like a lonely boat in the stormy seas, trying to maintain his balance.

"What do I need to do? If you ask me to do something important, give me strength. ”

"You will gain power, you will gain all my power. There was a sense of banter in his consciousness, as if he was enjoying some joke to himself. "And what you have to do, it's very simple. ”

"Then sue me. ”

"You are to continue to be friends with the 'revolutionaries' of Tyre, to help them with your strength, to assist them with your wisdom, to fight their enemies, to help their friends. If Tyr stands, the Witch King's prestige will be lost, and eventually, the entire desert will turn against them. ”

Enemy of the Witch King? Muhadi wondered why this consciousness was so hostile to the Witch King, an idealistic revolutionary, or a personal vendetta?

"You won't be killed, that's my promise to you. Consciousness announced somewhat arrogantly.

"Sue sù Tyr, you don't know my supplication, you don't know where the power in you comes from, you don't know anything about yourself. They will doubt, they will guess, but in the end, they will show nothing. I can hide myself, and no one can find me unless I want to. ”

"I also saw that little trick that the psychic sorcerers played, and I want to use this method to shake the position of the mage?" Consciousness seemed to laugh, but it continued to communicate, "Then play with them, pretend that they want you to pretend, and dress yourself up as the prophesied person they made up." They want mortals, they want the will of sand? Then show them, it's rudimentary, but the psychic warlocks can distract the witch kings and buy me time. ”

"A storm is coming," the consciousness suddenly transmitted an unfathomable message. "People in the future will look back in history and wonder why people in this era thought that their lives could go on as they were. Day after day, the reign of the witch king, which has lasted for thousands of years, will come to an end. The revolution in Tyre is only the beginning of a great storm that will eventually shake the very foundations of this world. Since the Age of Blue, the Age of Verdant, the Age of Rebirth, the Age of Magic, and the Age of the Witch King, a new era is coming. ”

"A blue storm...... Let it go, my fighter. The consciousness left this message and faded into the depths of Muhadi's soul.

The psychic warlock opened his eyes, and unexpectedly saw a circle of people gathered around him, including strange soldiers and some low-level officers. Among the many onlookers, Muhadi saw Selim, Gash and the white glittering faces of the weirdos.

White Flash saw himself as if he had seen food, and Selim and Gash had a somewhat relieved expression, though they did a good job of concealing it.

And on the faces of so many strangers was a kind of religious reverence.

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