The mage skillfully cast the Detection Camp Spell, and was satisfied to see a faint white light coming out of the group of people in front of him, which showed that these people were not malicious now.

Of course, this spell alone doesn't mean much. The Guardian Mage, suppressing his physical discomfort and the feeling of weakness like blood loss, continued to drain some of his life force, unleashing a spell that detected lies. Unlike psionic power, which has the ability to detect lies, psionic polygraphs are used to determine the mental state of a liar, and if a person does not know that what he is saying is not the truth, then he cannot detect it. Magic, on the other hand, is judging the world by its very nature, and it can detect lies even if the speaker does not know that what he is saying is not true.

The spell didn't respond, and just as he was about to report to the officer guarding the door that there was no anomaly, the mutation abruptly occurred.

An inconspicuous man in the team suddenly made a move, he took a dagger from his bosom and rushed forward. The mage just wanted to defend, but it turned out that this person's target was not him. With a flash of the knife, the man plunged the dagger into the back of the guy who took the lead, and turned it ferociously.

The change was so fast that neither the mage, the leader, the other tribesmen, nor the few soldiers who went down to the sand reacted, and watched the murder in front of them.

"How dare you ......" The man who took the lead fell to the ground, but did not vomit blood, he struggled to get up, but like a faded portrait, he flickered twice and disappeared. The tribesmen he brought with him seemed to be shocked by this shock, and seemed overwhelmed.

"Kill these people!" shouted the man who burst out of the storm to the soldiers of Tyre, "they are the Witch King's spies, and they want to get into the iron mines!"

The men he identified suddenly became panicked and drew their weapons to resist. The man and the others stood in a group, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

The soldiers, like the officers and mages, were puzzled and did not intervene. The man alone killed a few of the tribesmen who stopped him, and was wounded himself, while the rest of the men who didn't do it gathered around to check on his injuries.

Next, the man explained to the people of Tyre why he had done so.

According to him, it turned out that although this leader was originally a rebel against the Witch King, he had been secretly replaced, and the Templars of Ulric City replaced the real person with a magic projection, and then pretended that nothing was alive, and continued to lead these people to hide**, and even killed the Witch King's officials to keep others from suspecting. Obviously, the Witch King wants to plant his own seeds among his enemies, and he will participate in every conspiracy to resist tyranny and plan revolution, who would have thought that he would actually be a pawn of the Witch King's subordinates? If it weren't for an accident, he would have been kept in the dark if he revealed the secret of this leader. He has endured until now, and it is suddenly difficult. Otherwise, he would probably have been killed long ago.

"Those people are also minions who have secretly defected to the Witch King. The man was badly injured, but he kept talking. "They have some equipment on them that resist magic, so they can't be detected by magic to show their anomaly, you can search their equipment, and you should be able to show their equipment.

Next, under the guidance of this person, the anti-magic equipment hidden on these corpses was revealed. To be on the safe side, after searching for these equipment. The mage braced his weakened body and re-cast the spell of probe. There were no anomalies this time, and in the absence of anti-magic items, the mage thought that these people should be fine.

Ye Zid knew that he had succeeded in winning the trust of the other party.

When he encountered the deserters of the Crazy Horse tribe before, he did not hesitate to execute almost all of them, and with the vitality of these people, he cast a simulacrum spell that was copied on the scroll to create a siacrum of his own.

The simulacrum was casually disguised, covered with a scarf, so that no one could see the resemblance between him and the body. Just now, he had been using this simulacrum as a leader, shouting at the Tyrs, just to stage a good show of exposing the witch king's conspiracy.

The scene was a great success, and the soldiers who died did not dare to divulge his plans because of the safety of their families and the peace of mind after death. After this performance, the people of Tyr really became more trusting of him. Next, the officer ordered several ropes to be lowered, and he grabbed the ropes, and with some of his remaining men, blended into the iron mine walls.

Muhadi rushed back with his escorts and wounded soldiers, encountering no enemies along the way. Occasionally, hostile desert predators appeared, and they did not dare to attack such a large group of humans, and they had already fled away in fright.

He took advantage of the time on the road to take care of the wounded soldiers who accompanied him. Although Muhadi did not study medicine either, based on his in-depth knowledge of the human psyche, he could use hypnosis and suggestion to make these wounded soldiers better. Sometimes, this purely mental effect can even help control an injury, or restore the dying person's strength to survive**. Muhathir thinks it's akin to the placebo effect in medicine.

However, in the eyes of those soldiers who have never seen much of the world, the situation is naturally very different. Obviously without using any medicine, this young psychic warlock was able to make his injuries heal greatly with just a few words and even a simple touch. After he treated the wound that had been in sharp pain, it immediately became less painful. It seemed that all of them had become bright again, and the tiredness of ** had almost disappeared.

Those soldiers who were not injured also felt a lot more relaxed, because the discomfort caused by the battle was swept away, and even their steps became a lot lighter.

Only the few shell beetles used to carry the wounded soldiers were completely unaffected by the psychic powers, and Muhadi tried to probe the minds of these animals, and the feedback was fragments of thought that were fragmented and completely devoid of logic and clue. The psychic warlock guessed that these insects either had a completely different mindset than the humanoids, or that their detection methods were simply not right, so it didn't work at all. Maybe one day, when he grows into a great psychic manipulator, he will be able to manipulate the mind of any creature at will. Perhaps some creatures are so different that even the most powerful psionic energy cannot control them. It is impossible to determine whether these two are true or not.

However, the shell beetle is not difficult to control. Muhadi rode on the back of a shell beetle, carefully controlling the massive thick-beetled insect. Shell beetles are social creatures with queens and workers in general. Some druids on Atas believe that these insects can only be domesticated by humans because they regard their masters as queens, so they obey and defend their masters at any cost, and even secrete nectar for food.

Although it is much slower than riding a horse, this insect is extremely powerful and extremely able to endure hunger and thirst. There was no need for supplies along the way, and the group returned to a sandy area in front of the main entrance of the iron mine, where people with torches could already be seen walking back and forth on the fence.

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