When the morning of the fourth day came, the riders finally reached their destination hidden in a valley.

At first small yellow-brown rocks protrude out of the sand, and then the rocks become larger and more numerous. The area of the sand gradually decreased, and was gradually replaced by a rocky surface. Finally, a rocky hill more than 100 meters high with strange rocks appeared in the middle of the desert, and many elves cheered from the elves.

Due to the almost never-ending winds and sandstorms in the desert, the surface of the hills is carved into rocks like abstract statues, smooth as a mirror on the windward side and craggy on the leeward side. The team descended a mountain trail and was led by the leader through several detours before passing through a naturally formed giant rock arch that led to a slightly leveled rock field.

Hundreds of tents sit on this flat land surrounded by rock mounds, which may seem messy, but there seems to be some pattern. A few tents were so large that they looked like they could accommodate at least 100 people. There are some vendors setting up stalls in the center of the flat land, and many figures linger there. Sturdy horses, giant shell beetles, magnified ostriche-like grey-scaled birds, and even many grotesque lizards scattered all over the plains. Shell beetles often carried goods on their backs or pulled carts for merchants, lizards and grey-scaled birds served as mounts, and most of the horses were grouped in a few pens that appeared to be tribal property.

There are also buildings on the surrounding rock hills, most of which are dusty, and some have onion-shaped roofs. People came and went from the buildings and tents, and some of the children, seeing someone approaching, stopped chasing and running to the riders.

The imps came up and shouted, "Gift, gift!" and some of them hugged the horse's legs, with an expression that they would not let go if they did not want a gift. Muhadi looked at the elven children carefully, and now most of them were dirty, with curly curls, some of them wearing tattered clothes, and some of the little ghosts had mud on their faces, even mixed with snot and sweat.

"Get out of here!" many people in the team impatiently chased away these little things. Hassan drew his horsewhip and made a loud volley, "Get out!" he shouted angrily, startling the imps around him and running away.

The others had their own reactions, and Stitch was at the front, but no child dared to run over and pester him. Fatumai laughed and threw out a few pottery coins, winning a group of imps to grab them frantically. Fahd took out a gold coin with one hand and shook it, making a gesture to throw it, but in fact, he hid the gold coin back in his hand like a trick. Now that Muhadi saw it, he was not embarrassed, but explained, "If you really give them money, then they will definitely come to pester you next time." ”

Fatuma didn't seem to care. ”

"That's because she's by nature and always does what she wants. When she's in a good mood, she's willing to throw a lot of coins. When she was in a bad mood, she even pulled out a knife and slashed people. Even children are no exception. Fahd looked at his sister and explained to Mohamad.

"Who are these children, and why is no one caring?" Muhati asked.

Fahd gave Muhadi a strange look. "There are all kinds of families, and some are orphans. Earn a living by working in bazaar, a market in the Middle East and Central Asia. As for why no one cares, I wonder what other people can do with them? They are too young, not yet old enough to be samurai, and forcing them to exercise too early is harmful to their health. ”

"Maybe they should go to school?"

Fahd looked at Muhadi for a moment with the eyes of a monster, and then said helplessly, "You are either a master of cold humor, Muhadi, or you are a natural idiot." ”

Get closer, and all kinds of odors will come to your face. Merchants and travelers brought with them all kinds of goods, as well as all kinds of garbage. The market and the roads were littered with rotten leaves and rotten meat, attracting strange insects as big as cows and hooligans circling around. As in most of the Middle Ages on Earth, there was no sanitation system or sewerage, and dry stools could be found in many places.

From the stench and the bustling flow of people, four riders came on horseback, one dwelling, and three lagging behind. The elf rode on a white horse, carrying a large bone bow four feet long, and a black and white plaid turban with a carved crown of wood.

The three retinues each rode on red, black, and gray horses, each with a sword at their waists, and followed closely with the reins.

Fatuma sighed, "My father is here. Then he rode to the leading elf. The latter looked at her coldly, "You sneaked out again, your memory is worse than I thought, it looks like it's time to teach her a lesson again." ”

It was ironic that these words came out of the mouth of an old man who was not at home for most of the time. Fatuma replied, "Where did you disappear some time ago?"

Fatuma's father's grim face also showed a hint of a smile, "Do something serious." By the way, I saw a strange human in the team, and it was the man you picked up?"

"This man's name is Muhadi," Fatumah said to his father, glancing at him. "He's not just a slave, he's a psyker.

Fatoumah's father showed a look of interest, "Psyker...... Interesting, the tribe would be useful to him somewhere. Don't spoil him, Fatoumah. ”

"I don't want to ......," Fatumah smiled like a poisonous snake, "but you came out to greet you, old man, not to see your little daughter sooner." Do you have something to do with Stage?"

"Red Hand" Stitch heard his name and also rode to the front, "Chief." He stroked his chest and saluted.

"I'm going to talk about this ......," said the chief, grim, "and we'll go to the council chamber to talk." ”

After the sheikh and Stitch and the three attendants left, the returning riders also went home, Fahd invited Muhadi to sit in his tent before leaving, and Hassan strode towards a large tent decorated with colorful flags, after leaving a look of "You dare to act alone, Lao Tzu found an opportunity to kill you".

Fatoumah led Muhadi to a house on a rocky hill, and to the latter's surprise, from the outside, the building was weathered, dilapidated and old. But it was surprisingly vast, with many spacious rooms carved out of the hills, and stairs extending further down to make it seem to be deep underground.

"Is this your house?" asked Muhadi, gazing at the interior of the building and the frescoes.

"Nonsense. Now, of course, it's mine. In the past, this was a palace. ”

It can be seen that the furnishings in the room are very simple, and it is simply out of proportion to the grand hall. Muhadi then asked, "Palace?"

"If the ballad is true, then this was once the sacred mountain of the Elven Empire, and the ancient elves had their capital here, and they built magnificent palaces and temples around the mountain. "In ancient mythology, the temple of the elves was so majestic that when the aliens entered its hall, they were surprised to see white clouds floating overhead, because the ceiling of the temple was higher than the clouds. ”

Seeing Muhadi's surprised expression, Fatumah said fiercely. "It's just a story about putting children to sleep. Now this so-called holy mountain has long been buried by the wind and sand, revealing only the former peak. The legendary palaces and temples were also buried by the wind and sand, and the rest is where we are now. As for those false gods worshiped by the ancient elves...... "Fatumai took a sip...... They had long since left Attas, and had a virtue with the gods of the other races, and now eighty percent of them are dead. ”

The two of them walked to a small, simply furnished room, with a tapestry on the wall, simple wooden furniture on the wall, a low bed on one side of the room, and a small window on the other, and the light poured in, illuminating the whole room.

Fatoumah threw off his boots and the two of them crossed their legs on a carpet painted with mosaic patterns. He didn't speak for a while.

"You can find a room in this ruin. In the end, it was Fatuma who spoke first, "Then you have to train in psionic energy, help me with my errands, and earn money to support myself by the way." Understood, this is what it takes to accept the protection of the Scorpion tribe and become slaves for us. ”

She leaned her face closer, "Do a good job, you'll be rewarded, extra." ”

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