The soldier Nadal followed Muhadi, riding on the back of a young mare. The horse's hair is black and white, about six feet tall at the shoulders, and it has a gentle temper and is suitable for maneuvering.

In the end, Rikas did not believe in Muhadi's appearance, and instead he gave Mouhati a team of soldiers to lead the team to reconnoitre. Originally, the Moors did not include telemagicians in the reconnaissance team, but the latter strongly demanded and insisted that they did not need to rest, so they made the trip.

Muhadi pays attention to fighting, he can fight if he can, if the enemy is strong, then he will flee directly back to Tyre, at most he will use his psionic energy to send a message, even if he is worthy of others.

For the dozen or so soldiers who followed him, Muhathir felt that he also had an obligation to know something. After all, if you are familiar with their strengths, it will be more accurate to make decisions when the time comes.

Most of these people were veterans of the war that Rikas had been taking with him, and Muhathir did not know him. Only Nadal had met him before and was familiar with him, so the teenager struck up a conversation with him.

In the dark, the human soldier's ability to control horses is far inferior to that of elves, and even worse than that of psychic warlocks who can use synaesthesia, so the formation is much tighter. And Nadal, who was born as a gladiator, was also very talkative, and after a while, he chatted hotly.

"I'm different from Mistress Rikas, he's a born warrior, a true hero. And I ......" he raised his chin again, pointing at the others. “...... And they, most of us, were slaves to debt. We didn't volunteer to stand on the sand of the arena, but we needed money. ”

Muhadi thought that probably meant that these people were not of a good level. "I've never seen a gladiatorial fight in the Colosseum of Tyre, tell me, what is that like?"

Nadal said, holding the reins in one hand. "There are a lot of different types, Mohati. Lord Rikars participated in a duel between the best gladiators. Most of us cheap gladiators have to do group duels or animal fights. ”

"Cheap gladiators. Muhadi repeated the word. "What made you so willing to go to the battlefield so voluntarily to fight for the death?"

"Your Excellency, you are from a noble family, and you may not understand how the poor people in the city live. Nadal said, "Gold, silver, and pottery, these are the currencies used by big people like you." And at that time, in the slums of Tyre, the smallest unit of currency was a bed bug, or half a rotten lizard egg. Even the Templars and tax collectors were reluctant to come, as they couldn't even loot anything of value. There was no order, no law, and the men had to survive by being abducted and deceived. Women are being raped by different groups of people, or every week. ”

My understanding of suffering is much deeper than you think, Muhadi thought, I have experienced the greatest amount of suffering anyone can experience in the illusion created by Lyra. At least you're alive and sane, which means you're not as experienced as I am. But Lyra had driven me crazy countless times and healed me all over again.

"You can imagine what an exciting redemption the revolution is for you. He replied.

"Exactly," Nadal said in an agitated tone. "The day the revolution broke out was the most important day of my life. I could die for Mistress Rikas and Mistress Shatiri at any time. Even in the face of the nobles and the minions of the witch king, I will not back down. ”

Muhadi nodded, although these people are not as strong as the warriors in the tribe, but because of the call of the revolution, each of them is not afraid of death and has the courage to sacrifice. It seems that although there are not many soldiers here in the iron mine, it should be no problem to deal with one or two partial divisions of the other side.

"Of course, I'm not talking about notocracy. Nadal seemed to notice that he had lost his mouth and said. "I'm referring to the nobles who are on the side of the Witch King, heroes like Lord Achilles who have joined the revolution, and I also admire them. ”

Muhati signaled that he had not taken it to heart, and continued to lead the small group in the direction he had discovered. In order to guard against possible traps set by the enemy, he ordered his soldiers to dismount while still some distance from his Spirit Crystal Servants, and then carefully hid behind a sand dune. He wanted to go up and find out by himself.

The temperature of the sand had cooled to a chilly temperature, and the Psychic Warlock tightened his cloak, trying not to move soundly.

One foot deep, one foot shallow, and then shuffle your steps and slide two or three feet on the sand. This is the right way to walk in the desert of Attas. Regular footsteps may attract certain predatory monsters that inhabit the sand, and Muhadi, though not afraid, does not dare to risk exposure.

He imagined himself as an ordinary grain of sand, merging with the desert. The rate of breathing gradually decreases, and eventually it becomes almost inaudible. Under the influence of thoughts, his signs are also gradually disappearing, his body temperature decreases, and skin secretions stop being excreted.

There were still five hundred feet, and he estimated the distance in his mind and slowly moved forward. Ahead was a rock mound, with a huge rock sticking out from under the sand, and the Spirit Crystal Servant sensed from the back of the mound.

Muhathir carefully chose a safe position where he could see what was ahead and was downwind so that he wouldn't be noticed.

Two bonfires were lit behind the knoll, and hundreds of people sat around them, their mounts tethered to one side. There were a few guard-looking men watching around, and a few others walking around, looking like people collecting animal dung to fuel the campfire.

The people of Crazy Horse, Muhati recognized it at a glance.

The remnants of the Crazy Horse tribe haven't had a good life since they took refuge in the Witch King's coalition. The Templars from the three cities of Yurik, Nibennay, and Ankara regarded the tribal people of the desert as savages without honor or intelligence. They loudly laughed at the tradition of the name Crazy Horse coming to mate with them and horses.

Even when some Templars recognized the usefulness of these men, they did not show the slightest bit of generosity. Not only did the Witch Kings send a large number of spies to infiltrate Tyr, but in turn Tyre also had spies that operated among the Witch King's people. The Guardian Mages are a widely distributed and secretive organization, not to mention that the Witch Kings have become more cautious since Rikas infiltrated Eurek City to instigate a slave revolt. They were justifiably concerned that half of their army of tens of thousands were slaves, and that there were a large number of disloyal mercenaries. Since Tyr seems to be invincible on the front, there is no guarantee that the "thugs" will not use shady methods.

The coalition forces were already confused by the prospect of victory. The Buraku who came to take refuge were sent on the hardest and most dangerous missions, to their deaths, to prove their loyalty.

Now, the Crazy Horse tribe has been sent to the vicinity of the Iron Mines of Tyre as vanguards.

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