For the rest of his life, Muhadi eagerly longed to meet any of the tribesmen. However, the only one who found him in the desert was the nasty Hassan.

"Why did I meet you on the day I was a scout!" Hassan looked condescendingly at the young man returning from his adventure, "where is your mount?

"It's soaked in blood, and it's resting on the monster's brain. "In terms of identity, Muhadi has already learned the ritual of biting arrows, and he is also a warrior, so there is no need to back down. "Unlike yours, in this life, I can only pray that you can only taste a little blood by accidentally cutting yourself when you are practicing. ”

"You're getting bolder, human. Hassan narrowed his eyes, "Out of friendship with fellow warriors, Uncle Hassan will give you an etiquette course, free of charge." ”

"Always available. For some reason, Muhadi was not happy when he saw Hassan's face.

"Then you should look forward to it. When I'm done patrolling, you're going to make a fool of yourself on Eid al-Adha. Hassan threw this down and rode away, not even leaving water for al-Muhadi.

But fortunately, the tribe is not far away, and the fact that you can meet the scouts who patrol means that you will soon be in the tribe's settlement.

Obviously, the tribe is much more lively today than it was in the past. When Muhadi finally reached the valley, there were more than twice as many merchants in and out of the tribe as usual. Merchants with bright silk scarves, green Corfan slippers, and tall shell beetles all converged. They came here with all sorts of goods, even strange ones. The boy saw boxes of saffron spices, some rare liquor, all kinds of glittering knives and exquisite ornaments being transported to the tribe.

The status of these merchants was also apparently much more noble than that of those who usually visited the tribe. More than one person sat in a palanquin on the back of a giant sand lizard, revealing only a faint figure through the draped dark purple draperies. Some caravans hired woolly camel cavalry as escorts. The riders wore dark black wormshell plate armor and long-snouted helmets with bronze teeth and long black feathers. High on a sumptuous saddle inlaid with garnets and crystal shards. Their woolly camels are draped in colorful blankets with long tassels.

The Horde's guards were also dressed up, and each dressed up in one of their best pieces of armor. To Muhadi's surprise, many of the guards wore metal scale armor. Although they all wore a burqa painted with a scorpion pattern outside, lest the armor be too hot from the sun. But a bright metallic sheen can be seen in many places such as the joints and neckline. The armor is brand new.

Seeing the young man walking over alone, the guards didn't say much and let him go. To Muhadi's somewhat frustration, there were no children surrounding him when he came back. Probably because I look too depressed and can't squeeze oil and water at all.

The boy was so tired that he just wanted to go back to his room and get some rest, but fate wouldn't give him this opportunity, and a familiar friendly face approached from the crowd.

Fahd was also wearing a shell plate armor with a lacquered and shiny surface. He opened his hands in a friendly manner and gave Muhati a warm hug.

"Ah, my friend Muhadi," the two parted, and he looked at the boy from head to toe. "You look like you've just fought ten sand dragons, or five women. ”

"I ......" Muhadi was about to speak, but was interrupted by Fahd.

"I almost thought you were going to miss Eid al-Adha. Come with me here, let's have a good chat in another place. Fahd took Muhadi's forearm and took him to a shopkeeper who had carved half into the rock wall and half had set up a tent outside.

The two of them walked through the bazaar, passing by fourteen merchants shouting for their wares, avoiding three speeding children and a lost owner who were in hot pursuit, and finally came to the door of the shop. Together, Muhadi and Fahd nodded to the owner of the naan restaurant, Abeni, and then each found a dirty chair to sit down.

"What's the matter, Muhadi?" Fahd asked, "A few days ago the guards said you went to continue your psionic training, but you didn't come back on time. ”

Muhati sighed and told in detail about the journey, Ant-Man, the Desert Warriors, and Lyra's commission. At the end, he said with emotion, "I almost thought I was going to die in the hive." ”

"In that case, a lot of people will be disappointed!" Fahd said without explanation.

"By the way, what's wrong with the tribe, how are there so many more people? And it seems to have changed a lot. It was Muhadi's turn to ask.

"Two things, both about you. Fahd said, and then shouted at the boss for two naan.

"First, didn't you find an elven relic before? Later, the chief has been organizing people to excavate it, and now he has unearthed a large amount of wealth. With money, those businessmen with a keen sense of smell will naturally come to us to do business. And this coincides with the most important festival of the desert tribe - Eid al-Adha, and there are more natural people. ”

"Eid al-Adha?" Muhadi repeated, "aside, what's the second thing that concerns me?"

"Remember the idea I gave you?" said Fahd, as the boss took the roasted naan from the naan pit and threw it at the two men. "The idea of getting rid of your slavery altogether?"

Muhadi caught the naan thrown over, took a bite of it hungryly, and said, "Naturally remember, you said that the tribe wants to make friends with Tyre." Then let me participate in the mission, and when I get to Tyre, I will be free. ”

"That's a good point. Fahd snapped his fingers, "It's done!" because the Witch King's coalition had to delay the dispatch of troops due to lack of internal coordination, so Tyr was given a chance to breathe. In order to win us over, the Provisional Council of Tyre offered to send troops to help us sweep away several hostile tribes around us. And ......"

Fahd pointed to the guards in metal armor, "Tyre has the largest iron mine in Attas, and it gives us these equipment to strengthen our friendship. ”

So, in the end, Chief Abiad was persuaded to form an alliance with Tyre. And you have to go there too, because you are the only one in the tribe who understands psionic powers, and can prevent the psychic warlocks on the other side from snooping on our bottom line. And because in the eyes of the chief, it is a pity that you sacrificed. ”

Muhadi understood that he was finally free from this shackled identity, which made him happy. "And what about Fatoumah, how did you convince her?"

"I didn't," Fahd said, "and the person she hated the most in the tribe was me, and I couldn't have convinced her." I just convinced both the chief and the 'red hand', and she had to listen. ”

Muhati asked the two questions that had been wondering for a long time, "Why is it that you are her brother, and she seems to be in harmony with you, well, not very well?" You said that she insisted on saving me in the desert, why did she look at me differently?"

"That's a long story. Fahd said as he ate, "Do you remember my full name and her?"

"Your name is Fahd bin Ghazi bin Hamad bin Ibrahi, and her full name is Fatoumah bin Abiad. ”

The boss, Albenny, then took out a whole roasted lizard from a fire pit, which was 6 feet long, taller than a man. Two of his assistants assisted on the side, smearing the roasted lizard with oil and insect nectar, and finally sprinkling it with various spices and condiments. Fahd motioned for them to bring in two pieces of fresh lizard meat.

"Don't you think the names of the two of us are strange?" Fahd grabbed a piece of cut fat with three fingers and shoved it into his mouth.

"Sort of, indeed. Muhathir admitted. According to the order custom of the tribe, 'Ben' means the son (female) of so-and-so. Fatumah bin Abhiad means Fatoumah, the daughter of Abiad. There is no surname in the tribe, or in other words, the surname of everyone in the tribe is the "Scorpio" clan.

Fahd's name is long, suggesting that he has a commendable paternal lineage, but strangely enough, he had previously only stated that he was Fatoumah's half-brother, the son of an elven bartender in Tyre.

"My mother, as you know, was once a bartender in the city of Tyre. Fahd explained, "Her only wealth, or greatest curse, is her beauty." In places like the city, a lot of people tried to get their hands on her, and some of them succeeded. ”

"But there was a time when she was willing. Muhati also listened while eating, and the lizard meat with oil, water and honey was so attractive.

"The other party is my father, Ghazi bin Hamad bin Ibrahi. Fahd said.

Muhati nodded to hear it.

"So the problem arises. Fahd peeled back the cocoon, "Ghazi is a famous elven wanderer, very famous, and has a place in elven folklore. He is said to be a thief, and his greatest achievement was to infiltrate the palace of the Witch King Ulrik and steal countless treasures and the hearts of four princesses. ”

"But in my story, his other identity is more important. He is the only son of Hamad, who was the youngest son of my great-grandfather, Ibrahi. ”

Muhathir still doesn't quite understand that these seem to be inconsequential trifles. But by observing the muscles of the other man's face, he could tell that Fahd was about to unravel the mystery.

"My great-grandfather, Ibrahi, was once the chief of the Scorpion tribe. Fahd easily spat out a startling fact, "And Hamad is supposed to be his heir." ”

The custom of the elven tribe is that the youngest son is in charge of the house, that is, the youngest son inherits the mantle of the father, and the other sons have to divide the family, which Muhadi is well aware. And Hamad's failure to become a chief in the end must have happened to something.

"Hamad is an adventurous man who loves to wander. Finally, his whereabouts were unknown during an adventure, and in desperation, the chieftain of the Scorpion tribe passed to Hamad's brother. The elder brother was also unlucky, and in a conflict with other tribes, he and all his sons had their heads cut off. The chieftain is no longer in the lineage. ”

"In order to fill the vacant chieftaincy, the tribe elected Abiad, who had no family background, as he had saved many of the city's elves and made great contributions. ”

"But Hamad ......," Mohadi said.

Fahd went on"...... Naturally, instead of dying, he was wounded and had to live in another place. His son Ghazi inherited his token and his desire for adventure, so he became a thief. ”

"Through Ghazi, the token of the chief of the Scorpion tribe has been passed into my hands. Fahd pulled out an intricately carved scorpion pendant. "Underneath her father's ass is the status that rightfully belongs to me, that's why she hates me so much. She thinks I want to fight her for the chieftain's seat. ”

"Don't you want to?"

Fahd laughed, "There is a proverb among the elves that a warrior who doesn't want to be a chief is not a good warrior, so do you think I am a good warrior?"

Muhati also smiled at him, but his mind was annoying, and it seemed that he had inadvertently intervened in the struggle of others.

"And what about Fatoumah?" Muhadi changed the subject, "she has always been freewheeling, and many elves even think she is vicious. Why did you insist on rescuing me when you were in the desert?"

"I'm not narcissistic enough to have that kind of charm that attracts girls. ”

Fahd sucked his fingers, crossed his fingers, groaned, and said. "It's been a while since I've been in the tribe, and I've probably heard a lot of elven fire songs. ”

The boy nodded.

"Most of the fire songs are about reciting the history of our people and praising the heroes of ancient times, with few exceptions. Who called us elves a race that had more past than future?"

"But there is a fire song that celebrates the final rise of the savior of the end and the rebirth of Atas. ”

Fahd asked with interest. "It is called the Mortal, the ultimate Savior of Athas. How much do you know about it?"

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