"My friend in the city has sent me news," Fahd told him in a low voice. "Inside Tyre, a coup d'état is brewing, and the adult, known as the Coral Witch, may not become the queen of Tyre. ”

According to the previous plan, the king election meeting should be prepared for some time. But now that the coalition forces have reached the door, it is natural that a leader will be elected immediately to lead the whole army. Muhati learns from the merchant councillor Foward that it was Tessian who was eventually elected, and that Shatiri the Coral Witch retired for some reason. However, he did not know what was behind this, and he did not particularly believe that al-Fuwad ibn 'Abbas really came from the future.

"Where did you hear the news? "The other party is telling the truth, which Muhadi can judge, and nothing else can be sensed.

"Reliable people, or reliable humanoids. "Fahd doesn't want to talk about it. "Whether you want to help me or not, you decide for yourself. I'll sue you so much. ”

The elf got up after speaking, "Go find Fatuma, her patience is very limited, especially when waiting for someone. After saying that, he had an expression of wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't add anything and left.

Fatoumah's tent is very appealing, and the tallest one is. The tent was reserved for chiefs, and is said to have been sewn from nine hundred and ninety-nine skins of a lizard, plus a skin from a rival tribal chief. And if the fire songs sung by the tribe are true, then the skins were peeled alive, and the victims wailed for nine days and nine nights until the blood was drained. Their soul power was infused into the tent, leaving everyone who saw this tent in awe of the Scorpio Chieftain's power.

Muhadi didn't believe much in this kind of legend, judging from the size of the tent, if the rumors were true, then the size of the ancient earth lizard was really not ordinarily small.

The elves who served as the chief's guards were all veteran warriors of the tribe, and they all knew Muhadi and greeted them in a friendly manner. A few of the acquaintances raised their scimitars and shouted, "Muhadi! ”

The psychic mancer had dealt with the men, lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

The elven girl sat cross-legged on the ground alone, holding the handle of a scimitar in one hand and a dried fruit that she had nibbled on in the other. Muhadi came in, and without looking up, she said: "You are not allowed to read my mind." ”

She had never asked for that before, so the latter felt a little overwhelmed. "I can do that, but what does that mean? You suspect I'm hostile to you?"

"After being a psychic warlock for a long time, is it true that you are losing your consciousness as a normal person more and more?" Fatuma looked at him mockingly, "Forget it, the chanters in those tribes were like this before, so I won't bother with you." ”

Then the girl stood up, and Muhadi saw that she had not fastened her headscarf, and with this movement her long and supple hair poured down. "Do you want a cutlass or food. In accordance with traditional etiquette, she asked the samurai before the battle.

"Machete!" Muhadi replied in accordance with tradition, showing his courage.

"I'd rather you have food. Fatoumah replied unconventionally, "Food doesn't kill you, but a scimitar can." ”

"Why don't you die like a warrior, with a scimitar in his hand, shouting insults to his enemies?" Muhadi argued, "and we will win this battle of Tyr." ”

"I guess no one goes into battle and says, 'We're going to lose this fight.'" Fatumah did not waver, "For those who have not yet stepped on the battlefield, the battle is full of honor and romance, full of opportunities to become famous and show courage in the first fight." We all know how false such fantasies are, don't we? The battlefield is filthy, chaotic, full of sticky blood and guts, and dying people exhale screams with their last breath. Even in a single victory, countless people will die in the process of winning the victory, for these people, the difference between victory and death is not that big, is it?"

"I'm an officer in Tyre. ”

"I bet the four hundred men I sent have a way to get the bigwigs in the city to temporarily relieve you of your duties. "You just have to do some other tasks while you're besieging the city." ”

"Four hundred lives for my safety?" Muhati chuckled. "I never thought you would be willing to set such a high price for my life. ”

"Four hundred strangers who are loyal and unpredictable. "Don't overestimate yourself. I am willing to pay the high price of a thousand strangers' lives for my horse. ”

"If I escaped like this, then what kind of person am I?"

"Living people. Fatuma said.

Muhadi laughed, "It is said that the life of a man is to ride a horse and slash, to drink and to **." A man who is far from danger has never really lived, but is nothing more than the walking dead. ”

"I'll be fine, Tyr will win, and I'll come back alive. ”

"Swear to me. She said.

"I swear. Muhathir said calmly.

"I can't hear any sincerity. ”

Fatuma threw away the scimitar and dried fruit and sat back on the ground. She patted the cushion behind her and took a comfortable position. "Now, you can read my thoughts. ”

Muhadi did as he was told, and then asked in surprise, "Do you really think so?"

"Why, don't you always boast of your ability to discern lies, and can the mind of an ordinary man lie to a psychman?" asked Fatuma, a little displeased.

"Time is limited......

"I'm commanding you!as your chief!" Fatuma ordered in a loud and displeased voice.

Muhati shrugged his shoulders and stepped forward, touching the elven girl's lips.

Her lips were salty, but in the synesthesia of a psychic manicer, the taste was not just the taste, but also the images and sounds. Her lips tasted like a bucolic polka.

Muhadi felt the two fingers entangled, and then he unleashed his abilities as the other had wished, beginning the experience of sensory sharing.

"Ride me. She said, the voice in the sensory world of a psychic warlock, like a hand brushing over her shoulder.

It was only after an hourglass hour that Muhadi got dressed again and came out of the tent.

During this time, the elves who were going to Tyre City had already assembled. Fahd is among them, as he seeks a place in parliament. Seeing Muhadi coming, he said, "You guys are taking longer than I thought." ”

If you can't find much pleasure in the aspect, you'll last a long time. Muhati said to himself in his heart. "Are these people?"

"Four hundred excellent elves, willing to die for the battle of humanity. ”

"Sacrifice for Attas. Muhati corrected. "The revolution has won the interests of all intelligent races. ”

Muhadi turned to face the elves, his gaze swept over the faces of immature or mature, resolute or withdrawn, and began the final mobilization.

He talked about history, about his ancestors. Speaking of the elves' lost honor and discarded inheritance, the magic sword cone pinned to Fahd's waist with a faint light, and the elves listened while secretly looking at it. He spoke of the pride that elves once had, but then lost, the respect that they wanted to gain but never had, and the ideals that they longed for in their dreams but did not dare to proclaim. Under his encouragement, those elves who had some doubts also became firm.

"Did we join the Tyre because we were vassals of the Tyres, because we were hungry for the rewards and protection of Tyr?

"This is a great war that Athas has not witnessed in a thousand years, it is not a war between this race and that race, between this witch king and that witch king, or between this gang of robbers and that gang of robbers. It is not a war between humans and elves, between elves and halflings, or between dwarves and half-giants. For thousands of years we have been killing each other for water, pasture, or a few bushels of rotten grain. Hide the morals of an ancient era in the bottom of your heart and pretend that you have no choice. ”

"For the first time in a thousand years, we have the opportunity to choose the right side in a war like no other. For the first time in a thousand years, we don't have to be forced to act and trample on every faith our ancestors respected. "I believe that the elves will rise again, and the elves will rise." But one thing we need to be clear about is that warriors are not brave before they can perform brave feats. Rather, it is a feat of bravery, a testament to its bravery. If the elves want to be great again, they must join this great battle. ”

"The people of Tyre were the first to raise the banner of rebellion in the desert against the Witch King, who had reigned for millennia with tyranny and magic. Thousands of years ago, it was the witch kings, as the minions of the legendary demon king, who wiped out ninety percent of the lives of Atas and destroyed the ancient elven empire. When talking about the Demon King, Muhadi's heart jumped, as if he felt something, but when he probed carefully, he couldn't feel anything.

"Our rebellion against the Witch King is avenging the Elven ancestors, the first step in the revival of the Elven race! Muhadi lied and hinted to his listeners with spiritual powers to make them gullible. "Karak has fallen, could it be that Ulric's Hamanu will be different?Lord Shatiri has prepared a secret weapon waiting for the arrogant and arrogant coalition to throw themselves into the net, and in Tyre, all they can taste is death and defeat!"

"From this victory, we will gain a lot. From this victory, we will move towards more victories. Muhadi concluded. Fahd lifted the high cone, and its light shone past the sun hanging over the desert, and the white dazzle was so dazzling that no one could look at it directly.

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