In the deepest dreams of the Psychic Warlock.

“...... You have set the pursuit of power as my only motivation. Muhadi said to Lyra, even though it was his own voice, it sounded strange. "Then why don't I just learn magic and become a mage? As we all know, magic is better than psionic power, and the entire world of Athas is under the rule of mages. ”

Girl, man, old woman...... Six voices answered his question in unison. "The Witch King could never be overthrown, as was well known in Atas not so long ago. In fact, people's perception is a combination of ignorance and prejudice. It makes no sense to consider so-called well-known facts. ”

Muhadi in the dream frowned slightly, "So psionic energy trumps magic?"

"Magic has its power. "Lyra told Muhadi that in reality her face was the face of an old woman, but in her dream her face was so varied that it was indescribable. And she was sitting a few feet away, but it sounded as far away as dozens of feet and decades. "But psionic energy will win out, and the future of the multiverse is the future of psionic energy, the future of our generation of psionics. ”

My generation of psionic beings, Muhadi was a little unimpressed by this statement. Normal people are all alike, but crazy people have their own madness. Are all psychic warlocks, do they mean they are their own people?

Instead of asking the question in his mind, Muhadi continued to ask the previous question. "If psionic energy is indeed superior, why did the major races be defeated in front of the human mages in the first place, and the country was wiped out? When their own compatriots were slaughtered one by one, where were the elves, orcs, halflings, their psionic powers?"

"A dead person and a living person have exactly the same material composition, and from birth to death, it is nothing but sending the soul out of our world to the world after death. In the eyes of the Great Psyker, the two are completely equivalent, and there is no change. Lyra paused before continuing in six voices. "The judging standards and values of ordinary people are worthless to the Great Psychic Warlock, and the sooner you don't think of yourself as a human being, the easier it will be to improve. ”

Hearing this, the Psychic Warlock raised an eyebrow.

"You think it's strange not to think of yourself as a human being, you know?" Lyra whispered to Muhathir, her eyes drifting, her voice strange as if it were coming through the water. "When your spiritual power reaches a certain point, the world will be unrecognizable in your eyes. The infinite new...... So tiny, so ephemeral, it's hard to even say that they really 'lived'. ”

"Even the emptiest nothingness, you will find that it is nothing more than an unstable dìng equilibrium state in which the two states of existence and negative existence are just filled. The ups and downs at the micro level will never stop. (P.S. Wheeler's Theory)

“...... Magic may seem invincible right now, but our perception of the world is correct. So you have to believe that in the distant future, the Spirit will prevail. Lyra repeats her point again.

"If psionic energy can win in the distant future," Muhati was still unconvinced. "Why not win now?"

In reality, Lyra did not answer this question and continued to ask Muhathir to practice the new project. But in the dream, the ever-changing face turned to the psychic and said, word for word, "What is the difference between the future and the present? ”

......

Muhadi woke up.

Psychic Warlocks don't need to memorize spells like mages do before they can cast psionic powers, but there is a limit to what they can perform in a day. With too much energy, their brains become groggy and it is difficult to even think about it.

Yesterday he repeatedly cast the Time Mark ability, and quickly ran out of Psionic Features, so he had to rest early.

Probably in the eyes of the great psychic warlock who felt that time was a relative concept, the so-called captivity was meaningless at all, and Muhadi suddenly had a strange thought. But for me, it's hard to do that.

On this day, he simply ate the food brought by the jailer, and once again showed his ability to explore the unknown past of this cell.

After concentrating, the visions of the half-elf prisoner and the elven chief reappeared, and Muhadi saw Abiad ruthlessly declare that he was going to ravage the enemy's daughter.

Abiade, you're such a good means, it's a pity not to be a psychic mancer. Muhadi observed the past with his abilities and said secretly in his heart. So good at stimulating people, calm, twisted, crazy, the former chief seems to have psychic potential.

The half-elf woman burst into tears like madness and threw herself in front of Abiad. "My daughter...... You can't!"

"I can. Abiad flew up mercilessly, kicking the half-elf to the ground. "And I do what I say. You can continue to rot here and regret how ruthlessly you rejected me back then. ”

The half-elf woman fell to the ground from the side of the kick, her body contorted into the shape of a shrimp, and blood spilled from the corners of her mouth. It must have knocked out several of her teeth, but it was nothing for a mother who had lost her daughter.

"Pathetic. Abiad snorted and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the half-elf. "It's just a woman, after all. ”

The elf seemed to lose interest in the prisoner, but just as he turned to leave the cell, Abiad seemed to suddenly remember something. "By the way, do you want to know how that human died?"

The woman looked up, "Curse you!" Her expression went wild, and she grabbed Abiad's robe with both hands, ignoring the bleeding from her fingernails.

"That human begged me that before he died......" the elf pouted, "...... I cut out his tongue alive and stuffed it into some other organ. You should have seen that scene, it was very moving. ”

Sudden mutations.

Psionic illusions were disturbed, which was rare, and Muhadi had only experienced this phenomenon when encountering a more powerful psyker.

The psychic warlock could barely discern what had happened in the imaginary prison in an instant, and the half-elven woman, a prisoner who knew nothing about psionic energy, instantly burst out with a powerful psionic energy that even Muhadi could not match.

Furious primordial psychic power surged out of the half-elf's body, and the walls, floors, and ceilings were shattered in an instant, shattering like fragments of defenses that had rendered Muhadi powerless.

The elven chief was struck by this tremendous force, slammed through the door and flew out.

Muhadi once felt that Sheikh Abiad had a gift for psionic energy, because of his calmness, self-control, and his years of forbearance before he launched a meticulous revenge, which was admired by the telemancers, and by Lyra.

And the half-elf woman...... She has no self-control at all, her love fluctuates like a storm, she is a slave of love and not a master. When Abiad provokes her with the deaths of her daughter and husband, she becomes insane, loses a qiē sanity, and allows herself to give in to her primal affection......

Muhadi didn't understand, how could this be possible, it was incompatible with what he had learned, why could she break a wall that she couldn't break?

It doesn't make sense, Mohamad thought.

Facts do not need to conform to theories, theories must conform to facts. At this time, the Psychic Warlock remembered this famous quote from his previous life.

As soon as the mind is not focused, the illusion immediately dissipates. The last scene of the past that al-Muhadi saw was the cell falling apart. And the half-elf woman fell like a dried corpse drained of water, her eyes lost their brilliance, and her life burned out.

How can indulgence be so powerful that an ordinary person who could not understand psionic energy can destroy a prison where he is helpless?

Although he knew that most of the people were already preparing to rescue him, and that it would probably be too much to do so, Muhadi would rather give it a try. Because of her mental set, she will not let go of any path that can increase her strength.

The Psychic Warlock sat cross-legged and took a deep breath, trying to mobilize his anger.

He began to imagine Tessian, the man who threw himself into this prison.

It didn't work, although Muhadi could feel the anger, but his psionic energy was not amplified, there was no change at all. And, though he did arouse his own affection. Deep down, he's still as calm as ice. It's like looking at the outside of the house through a window, and it's like being separated by a layer.

The traces left by Lyra's training were too deep, and Muhadi tried and tried, but never made any progress.

The psychic warlock guessed that this suppressed emotion could not really excite spiritual energy. But how can we create a "true love"? Ram's psychic magicians seem to stimulate their feelings with pain and hatred, but they don't feel pain themselves, what should they do?

Muhadi suddenly realized that in fact, he still occasionally had uncontrolled feelings, but those feelings did not originate from himself.

Whenever he thought of the Witch King, the Psychic Warlock could feel the Primordial Warlock's thought seeds radiate a terrifying hatred in his heart. Such a deep hatred and anger, even if it is only the slightest, has passed the qiē that Muhadi once experienced.

Muhadi didn't care how the primordial warlock Rajat had caused almost all the witch kings to rebel unanimously, and why he hated these former disciples so much. There is only one question for the Psychic Warlock to consider, can he use the overflowing emotions of the Primordial Warlock as a means to increase his strength?

This is undoubtedly extremely dangerous, Rajat is extremely murderous and crazy from the modern description, if he is infected by his consciousness, it is very likely that he will directly become a trumpet primordial magician, and then he will be dead as Muhadi.

The psychic warlock hesitated slightly, but decided not to take the risk. Rajat is a master of magic, and naturally a powerful blasphemer mage, which is incompatible with the current political situation in Tyre. Not only that, but if it is known that the primordial warlock has been resurrected, I am afraid that all the witch kings in the desert will immediately unite to eradicate this threat.

Just as he was making up his mind, there was a sharp knock on the heavy wooden door of the cell.

Without waiting for Muhadi to respond, the guards pushed the door open, then cursed out of the room and guarded the hallway. Behind the guards flashed out two strange men of medium stature, wrapped in turbans and pale complexions.

"Lord Muhadi!" one of the strange men spoke first. "Are you alright?"

"We are very concerned about your safety. Another man spoke, one of his ears cut off in half, and three gold rings on the lobe of the other. "The Templars said they wouldn't let them go, and they still have footage of you attacking Teemo and negotiating with the Ram Witch King...... Mistress Shatiri is terrified that Tessian will turn against you, so she has to file a vote of no confidence in the king. That way, you, as an important witness, can get out of here. He finished and looked around.

"Mistress Shatiri sent you?" asked Muhadi.

"Exactly. The first man replied, with a scar on his eyebrow and a fierce look. "Now that the ruling council is arguing, you have to testify in court, or Tessian will get what he wants. Then the whole of Tyr will be his plaything. ”

The two stepped forward, ready to pick up Muhadi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. The Psychic Mancer took the one-eared man's outstretched hand and stood up.

An indescribable sensation hit his arm, and Muhati suddenly realized that his life force was surging out, and a feeling of powerlessness immediately filled his body.

Energy Absorption!

The Psychic Warlock immediately fought back, time jumping, and the one-eared man disappeared from his cell in an instant, being hurled into the world seconds later.

The man with the scar on his eyebrows used the small spell sequencing to connect two spells, and Muhadi concentrated on the telekinetic blocking ability, and the invisible repulsion pushed the opponent out and slammed it against the wall. This caused the corner of the man's mouth to bleed, obviously injured.

However, as Muhadi was distracted by the two attackers, he ignored the fact that the real danger lay with the guard in the hallway.

The guard reached out and pressed it on the wall of the hallway, moving some hidden mechanism. The entire cell was suddenly enveloped by a powerful magical force, and it became impossible to enter and exit, and the vitality of all the creatures in the cell was being drained.

Muhati felt the muscles of his body instantly crushed by the feeling of exhaustion, and he struggled to get to one knee only, and the attacker who hit the wall was even worse, he was already injured, and all the muscles in his internal organs stopped working. The man opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to scream, but in the end he didn't shout anything, and he died.

Minute by minute of strength was draining from his muscles, and the psychic warlock gasped and concentrated on bombarding the walls of the cell and the main entrance, but in vain.

If you go on like this, Muhathir realized.

At this point, there is no way to do it if you don't want to. The Psychic Warlock tried to force himself to think about the Witch Kings of the Desert, to induce the wrath of the Primordial Warlock.

Strange and different emotions dominated him, and Muhadi forced his only remaining will to channel emotions into energy, and spiritual energy was molded into shape in his soul and erupted. For a moment, the psychic felt like he had crossed his limits.

The heavy wooden doors of the prison were torn apart. Even the large rocks around the door shattered a lot, and cobweb-like cracks spread all over the walls, and the large and small rubble crumbled and fell.

Muhadi himself was not comfortable, and the price of the psionic amplification was to make his brain swell for a while. Although he didn't feel pain, his thinking was affected. Many fragments of unknown memories flashed through his mind, and fragments of pain, torment, and suffering almost disintegrated his sanity at once.

The time-jump ability expires, and another assailant reappears from inside the cell. As soon as he appeared, he hurriedly recited a magic spell that sounded like a hurried, strange wail.

Unnatural low-temperature ice picks were released from the opponent's palms, and Muhadi had almost no strength at this time, and it was difficult to even move. In desperation, he could only concentrate and show off his gravity-altering ability.

Inside the cell, the direction of gravity suddenly changes to tilt downward. The assailant was caught off guard and fell backwards, his magic striking the ceiling, leaving no damage behind.

The Psychic Warlock changed the direction of gravity again, causing himself to fall right out of the cell door. The soldier outside the door was almost stupid when he saw this scene, he didn't even pull out his scimitar, and stood in place begging for mercy: "Don't kill me!"

After Muhadi crashed out of his cell, he revealed another ability to create crystal shards that hit the soldier in the chest like a dart. "You're wrong, someone is coming out for the half-elves. He said.

The soldier collapsed limply, and Muhadi knelt beside him, who had not yet had time to recover from his cell.

Hurried footsteps were heard, and more people were rushing here.

Just now, he was able to destroy the cell and escape with the help of the Soul Explosion Mind Warlock, but now his spiritual appearance is almost exhausted, even if he wants to concoct it again, he has more than enough strength to do it.

I can't die, not today. The Psychic Warlock struggled to concentrate, trying to concentrate again, ready to cast his abilities.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Muhadi raised his heavy head, and the figures of two men met his blurred vision. One of them was missing an ear, and the other had a scar on his eyebrow, which made him look very vicious.

How could it be, Muhadi's last thought was that I had killed them just now.

In the palace of the former witch king Karak, the ruling council is in a state of arguing.

Former gladiators, aristocrats, wealthy merchants gathered and whispered. King Tycien sat in the same chair where the Witch King and the Coral Witch had once sit, shocked as a rock, his head resting on an arm leaning against the handle of the chair. The indifferent eyes looked sarcastically at the debate of the parliamentarians.

Even if any of these people had the real insight - which Tessian doubted - it would be drowned in endless bickering, and the wise would have to spend most of their energy trying to convince their less intelligent colleagues. An invisible storm was brewing, and a hundred guards slammed the ground with the hilts of their spears to keep the situation from the limit of chaos.

Wars, taxes, royal pardons, parliamentarians argue about these issues every day. At the moment, they were discussing a crime committed in the city, thanks to which the commotion caused by the arrest of Muhati at the city gate did not attract much attention.

There was a gladiator who, during the outbreak of the revolution, entered the mansion of an emir nobleman in the city. Scimitar to scimitar, he cut off the head of the man in a duel, and then locked the emir's wives and daughters in the basement of the house as his sex toys. Occasionally, he made his friends happy, and it wasn't until more than a month later that he released the women who had been mutilated, leaving them to live on the streets and die in desolation.

After this incident was poked out, it immediately caused an uproar. According to the earlier decision of the ruling council, all the crimes committed by the revolutionaries in the revolution were regarded as necessary violence, so should this man be punished, and if so, what decree could be invoked?

Most of the noble-born legislators advocated that the man be put to death immediately, even if it required a new legislative interpretation. Naturally, this was disapproved of by most of the other members of the ruling council, calling it a bloodless rebellion, and according to the principle of the Guthir government before the time of the Witch King, a change of constitution would be tantamount to a change of dynasty. To make such a rebellious proposition, the remnants of the nobles should be dragged to the punishment square and beheaded.

The slave-born parliamentarian also suggested that the gladiator had been a slave sponsored by the emir. When the nobles celebrated their name days, he was often asked to fight the beasts to the death, just to keep the emir family happy. In battle, he was brave and fearless, and he did not fight bravely to kill the enemy, and played a great role in the defense of Tyr. Moreover, he took no money from the army, and adopted several orphaned slaves who had lost their parents, some of whom were as old as the daughters of the emirs who had been reincarnated.

"You say his daughters and wives are not guilty, and when I was forced to kill my brother on the battlefield, those giggling female spectators raised their thumbs to live and droop their thumbs to die. If this total manipulation of our lives is not a crime, then I don't see why he should be called a crime to give back to the other!" shouted a former slave councillor with the mark of a slave owner on his face.

His fellow nobles in fluffy robes sneered, "Are you saying that this noble gladiator is doing the same thing as our nobles? Who shouted the slogan of being a better person in the first place? Who said that you should eliminate injustice? Maybe you should side with us, Nefer, except that you are from different backgrounds, you are the same as those you spurn!"

The supporters of the slave councillors yelled back, and the councillors opposite also yelled back, and the scene was chaotic, and the king sat in his seat without saying a word.

In the midst of this commotion, the guards guarding the entrance to the hall parted their spears and let in a young man dressed as a messenger, who walked among the councillors and to a peerless beauty. The latter was dressed in a tall white floor-dragging mage robe with a ruby magic necklace around his neck.

The Courier whispered something to the Coral Witch, who nodded his head slightly with a solemn expression. Then, with a graceful turn, Shatiri quietly left the throne room. The squabbling councillors automatically made way for her, no matter how red-faced they were.

The Coral Witch finally got into action, and a thought crossed Tessian's mind. Let the horses come, he muttered to himself, watching the other man leave, I was ready.

Passing through the tall arches of the throne room, Shatiri was led out of the throne room by the messenger, and the soldiers saluted everywhere she went. Several young boys in the palace looked away in embarrassment, lest they drool and lose their temper in public.

"We got him out. The messenger glanced left and right alertly, and lowered his voice to the Coral Witch. "But he was not in a good condition, and just before our men arrived, someone tried to assassinate him. ”

Hearing the news, Shatiri frowned slightly, "Tell me he's okay." The Coral Witch's tone was genuinely concerned, and her voice was as moving as her looks. "Did the assassin hurt him?"

"They almost killed him. Luckily, the Psychic Warlock was very difficult to kill, and he just fainted. "The Courier led the Coral Witch down an alley where the Guardian Mages had established an underground stronghold during the Witch King's time. "Our guess is that the Assassin may be a Templar, as we found the badge on the corpse. Tessian may have been afraid that we would rescue him, so he struck first. ”

Outside the palace, many people bowed to the Coral Witch, the warriors raised their scimitars proudly, and the women held their children and asked for the blessing of Shatiri. "Bless you, Your Excellency. They said.

"Bless you too. The Coral Witch smiled and nodded all the way to the secret stronghold of the Guardian Mages. It was here a year ago that she had a secret meeting with Ekis, Ricas, and Tessian. Mages, nobles, slaves and Templars, they formed a revolutionary alliance.

The stronghold used to be a shisha house, so the revolution was originally called the shisha house riots. Now, as before, there is a boring half-giant watchman, and the curling cannabis smoke is emitted from the exhaust vents of the house, and the melodious music of the flute is carried outside.

Shatiri was greeted by the colony's connector, who, along with the courier, took the Coral Witch to the room where Muhadi was being treated. "He's in there," the messenger said to Shatiri, "no wounds, no curses, but we can't wake him up." ”

Shatiri nodded worriedly, took off her boots and walked softly into the room, as if afraid of disturbing the wounded.

The Psychic Warlock looked in a bad state, he lay down on the blanket, his complexion pale, cold sweat, and his eyeballs were rolling rapidly under his eyelids. "How long has he been like this?"

"It's an hourglass. The connector said. "His vitality is weakening, and it seems that his soul is unstable, and if we don't do something about it, something could happen. ”

Shatiri reached out and pressed lightly on the forehead of the Psychic Warlock, his forehead was so hot that it almost felt like touching a stone exposed to the sun, could humans really endure such heat and not die?

"Your Excellency. The messenger hesitantly offered to build himself, "Maybe we should go get some healers, those druids ......"

"Those Starch Spencer Druids are Tesian's men. The stronghold's connector interrupted the messenger, "We must not trust any of the king's men. ”

"We must not let him die. The messenger pointed to Muhadi and said. "He's still useful. ”

"He's more than useful. The Coral Witch pointed out the error in the other's words.

"I don't need a healer to wake him up. Shatiri said after looking at Muhadi seriously for a while with wide eyes. "Please stand far away. ”

The Courier and the Connector looked at each other, then stepped back together. The Coral Witch began to chant the incantation, her voice clear and infectious. Every syllable, every melody and frustration, is imbued with the power of magic. When she casts the spell, her skin appears fairer, even making it seem almost transparent. The ruby on Shatiri's throat glowed blindly, and she seemed to be in the light herself, making the messengers and connectors almost mistakenly think they were looking directly at the sun.

The powerful figure was summoned by the magic of the Coral Witch, and a slightly humanoid flame took shape in front of the Coral Witch, full of oppression, and the faint of heart did not even dare to gasp. "Wake up this man. Shatiri stared at the flame command, her eyes unblinking, her tone firm.

The wills of both sides began to confront, and in the end, it was the summon that chose to give in. "You will get what you want!" the flame responded, in a low, powerful voice.

The flame humanoid began to spin like a miniature hurricane. The temperature in the room climbed to an intolerable level, and some indescribable odor emanated and filled the room. The messenger and the connector involuntarily stepped back and turned their heads to look at each other.

However, in the next instant, a qiē vision suddenly disappeared, and the psychiocrat coughed lightly, and then woke up.

Muhadi opened his eyes and saw a vague and beautiful face. "Fatoumah?" he said weakly.

Shatiri shook her head lightly and looked at him with concern. "Your elven friend isn't here. She put a finger to the psychic mancer's lips, "But we've informed her, she and your psychic companions, and I think they'll be here soon." ”

She touched the Psychic Warlock's forehead again. "You're still weak, and my wishing technique is just to bring you to your senses. You can take a break and then talk to me. ”

Muhadi felt a chill on his lips and became much more conscious. "I'm fine. He half-stood up.

"But why am I here? I only remember the two Assassins coming back from the dead......" At this, Muhati looked unexpectedly emaciated, her flames that had burned so vigorously like the sun now seemed to be dim.

The Psychic Warlock looked around, and immediately realized why—she didn't drain the life force of her surroundings when she cast her spell, she drained her own life force.

The Coral Witch gestured to the Colony's Connectors to bring cool water, as well as cushions and fruit to lean on. "Eat something first, you need them. ”

"I don't need to ......" the Psychic Warlock waved his hand to push away the food handed by the other party, but after seeing the determination in Shatiri's clear blue eyes, he still chose to back down. "Okay, I'll eat something first and tell me what happened. ”

Seeing the Psychic Warlock take a sip of water from the clay pot, Shatiri seemed to be much more relieved, and she said to Muhadi. "I've heard about the battle at the gates, and your elven friends have sent a message, so I know that you've been taken and imprisoned. I ran in many ways, and the prison manager only decided not to embarrass you with food. Did you get my note?"

No wonder the food was terrible on the first day, but it got better after that, but the note turned out to be written by the Coral Witch herself, which he didn't expect.

"I'll send two men to free you from the dungeon. But they are the ones who are ahead of the game, and they are dressed up as them, and they want to assassinate you. There was a hint of self-reproach in Shatili's tone, "I'm sorry I wasn't moving fast enough. ”

"If you will save me, I will be grateful. ”

It turned out to be someone who was impersonating, and Muhati thought, "So the Assassins are Tessian's men?" and he didn't want to call Tessian king anymore.

"They're all former Templars. The Coral Witch glanced at the messenger and told Muhadi. "The Templar insignia was recovered from their corpses. ”

"Then that's it. Muhati nodded. "I've heard that you have raised a motion of no confidence in Tessian in the Governing Council, in the hope that this will teach the tyrant some moderation. You should be the rightful monarch of Tyre, not him. ”

"I'm just a servant of Tyre. Coral Witch shook her head. "Someone better than me taught me that giving is more important than taking, and I never thought I should be above everyone. ”

Muhati shrugged at this and said softly. "There's always someone who has to lead someone else. ”

Shatiri did not respond. "I haven't raised a motion of no confidence in Tessian, but I do intend to do so. Otherwise, it will be difficult to clear your name. ”

"My charge?" Mouhadi repeated, smiling contemptuously. "What charges did he fabricate against me? I didn't do anything to betray Tyr. ”

"He has charged you with being a lackey of the Ram Witch King Abel Rakli, betraying Tyre's intelligence, and attacking your superiors in defiance of military law. Shatiri said, listening to her tone, she would never believe that Muhathir had betrayed Tyre. "The High Templar Timo caused an uproar when he showed the Archon how you attacked him in the desert. A few days ago, he also submitted a scene of your meeting with the Ram Witch King, and he even showed a secret agreement you signed with a Ram prince. The content of the agreement mentions providing false information to Tyr. ”

"Prince Corwin?" Muhati felt dizzy, Hedicher and Raina were still in Ram, and the face dancer didn't need to say anything. If Corwin had worked with Tessian instead...... Then the consequences are unimaginable.

If you think about it, you're just an officer in Tyre. Wouldn't it be better to cooperate with the king of Tyr than to himself?Maybe Corwin really thinks so, he has my handwriting, so what's so difficult in forging a seal agreement?and he really met the witch king and promised to investigate the puppeteer for her.

"No," Shatiri said. "It's not Corwin, it's Benedict. ”

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