Chaos and emptiness.

Silent shouts.

The indescribable form was entangled, distorted, and thunderous voices rumbled, as if questioning, as if torturing. [netbsp; Muhadi struggled to open his eyes, and now that everything around him was a little blurry, he had to try to adjust the focus of his eyes.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Fatumah sat sideways on his lap, looking with concern, his tone more assertive than inquiring.

"I ...... I don't know. The boy shook his head vigorously, trying to come to his senses. "How did you get to my tent?"

"Because you brought me that mysterious man, and I am very satisfied. He really has some kind of 'talent'. ”

During the daytime demonstration, Fatuma was struck by Sain White Flash's healing technique. Although he can't seem to speak, he can make the injured person grow skin and even limbs again. He can restore the health of the seriously ill and restore sight to the blind old elf.

Although she still doesn't believe that this mysterious weirdo really has anything to do with mortals, the elven girl now believes that his appearance is some kind of sign, some sign that Atas is about to change dramatically, some sign that she can take advantage of. This made her very satisfied, and she began to really believe that Muhathir was really planning for her.

"I wanted to reward you, after all, it's been a long time since you left Tyre to let go of my instinctive needs. ”

"Then why did you stop...... the young man rubbed his forehead, what was wrong with him, no one approached him.

"Because now you seem to be having a nightmare," Fatumah said, holding out a finger and tapping it on Muhadi's chest. "You're muttering unfamiliar language, tossing and turning, your eyes rolling quickly under your eyelids. ”

The whole tent was trembling slightly, and the grains of sand on the sand seemed to beat slightly in response to a call. I see you tearing your chest with both hands, as if something is about to break out of the cocoon. ”

Muhadi was secretly frightened, when I was sleeping, there were signs of loss of control of spiritual power? Psychic warlocks should be the masters of spiritual energy, and if they are dominated by spiritual energy, they are likely to fall into madness and even die.

Looks like I'm going to have to pay a visit to Master Lyra to see what's going on. "It's just a common quirk for psychic manlocks, don't worry. He said to the elf girl.

"The former singers of the tribe are not like you......" The girl looked at him suspiciously, raising her voice slightly. "Are you sure you're really okay?"

"It's like being sure that it's not going to rain. The young man firmly dispelled Fatumai's doubts, "The previous chanters of the tribe were not as strong as me, and they couldn't move objects when they were awake, how could they fall asleep?"

"I'm still as arrogant as I was before. Fatumah moved his fingers, drew a circle on his chest, and then lifted the boy's chin. The fingertips slid over the skin, tickling Muhadi. "You know, even when you were a slave before, you looked like a prince, just temporarily subservient. ”

"Every man is his own king, and body and mind are his kingdom. In the tone of a philosopher, the boy said, "The only thing you need is to learn how to control it." ”

"It sounds philosophical, but it doesn't say anything, the style of a psychic mancer. The girl stared into Muhadi's dark brown eyes, staring at her reflected self. "Where did you learn it from that female classmate of yours?"

Hearing the girl mention Aisha, Muhadi asked rhetorically, "Do you care about this?"

The elf girl gave him a backhand slap, "I'll take that answer as a 'yes'." ”

"I actually heard it from my teacher. ”

"That old witch in the Hall of Dust?" Fatumah asked again, frowning. "Did you think of me when you were in Tyr?"

"I will never forget every word you ever said. Muhadi said that this was actually the instinct of a telemancer, but it didn't need to be brought up. "I used to imagine the scene of reunion with you, but

"By elven standards, tomorrow I'll be an adult. Fatoumah suddenly said of himself, "Do you want to enjoy it again until I reach adulthood?" I know that some humans are particularly fond of underage women. ”

"Excuse me. Muhati was not in the mood because he was worried about what happened to him at night. "It's not early, we go out during the day. ”

"But Fahd's men haven't come out yet!"

"My infantry is much slower than the elven archers on short marches, and they can get to that trading post a little earlier. ”

Muhadi stood up as he spoke, and the felt blanket fell from his body, revealing his ** skin. The boy reached for his clothes and put them on, while the girl sat on the carpet and watched him from the inside out, one by one in his underwear, robes and bloom pants.

"Gas!" the boy called out to his henchmen.

The young man from Tyre heard al-Muhadi's call and immediately ran outside the boy's tent, but hesitated to enter.

"My lord, do you have any orders?"

"Pass my orders, get ready to get out, and let the soldiers destroy the camp. "According to the modern army marching regulations on Earth, destroying the camp is a necessary step, so Muhadi did the same.

The boy lifted the curtain of the tent, and now Gash was standing outside, and when he saw the curtain lifted, he quickly turned his head.

"There's nothing like what you think!" the boy scolded him, and Fatoumah laughed behind him.

"I'll gather my samurai, but they'll be out later. The girl said behind Muhadi, "Together, we will definitely make Fahd unable to take the credit alone!"

Muhadi summoned his mount and watched with satisfaction as his soldiers quickly assembled and ready. If it weren't for the Psychic Ability's unique ability to force sensory connectivity to allow soldiers to experience experiences they hadn't experienced before, in just a few days, no matter how talented they were, they wouldn't have been able to train to this point.

"Gash!" he instructed his henchmen, "tell the flag officer, that they should go in this direction." Muhati took out the map and showed it to the former thief. Gash was illiterate, but he had a good memory and was familiar with the surroundings of Tyre, and he once posed as a traveler to follow a caravan and steal along the way.

Due to the short period of time, Muhadi did not appoint a new centurion, but appointed several flag bearers and pot bearers (who were not cooks, but officers in the Ottoman army) to assist him in management. They all know a little bit of writing, and they are very loyal.

"Yes, sir!," replied the attendant, "Your Excellency, are you going somewhere else?"

"I'll be waiting for you at your destination. "Because he was riding a good horse, Muhati was confident that he would hurry up and make a trip to the Dust Temple.

Muhadi's camp was not far outside the tribe, and from some angles you could even see smoke rising from the tribe's cooking. The boy turned back to Fatuma and nodded in farewell.

The girl smiled sweetly, and then made a lewd gesture, meaning that she wouldn't let him run away like this next time.

It's been a long time since he's been to the Hall of Dust, and Muhadi twitches slightly at the thought of Lyra's whimsical training, even if he no longer feels fear.

But he had to go, Muhati thought. It's not a good sign that a psychic warlock can lose control and have nightmares. Dreams are the expression of the subconscious, and the mutations of the mind often emerge from the subconscious. If she finds Lyra, she should have a way to deal with this kind of thing, and at worst, she will have to learn some new skills from her.

With this in mind, Muhadi rode his horse and ran in the direction of the dark sun.

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