In the distance, a faint light pierces the black night and shines near the horizon.

"It's the stars. Muscle Daddy said.

"It's firelight. The caravan's Mito said that he was a young man, wrapped tightly all over his body, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Mite's father was the leader of the caravan, and he was shouting orders at this time. Fifty or sixty camels lined up in a long line, panting for breath with heavy loads on their backs, while the merchants shouted for the animals to stay in formation. On the periphery of the caravan were two dozen horsemen on horseback or lizards, hired guards, seemingly scattered, but in fact monitoring the movements around them with great efficiency, ready to fight.

At the heart of the caravan, however, were two giant shell beetles. This large, eight-horned black reptile is thirty or forty feet long and nearly twenty feet tall. On their backs are a car that can be used as a person, and Mite and his guests stay here. When fighting, archers will rain deadly arrows from the car like an enemy.

When the shell beetle walks, the car on its back vibrates. The Coral Witch stood in the car, one hand perched on a gilded wooden column. The frame of the car was carved from the precious wood brought from the south of Bird, and the desert trees of Atas tended to grow small and short, with only a few tall trees in the south.

The mage was not affected by the bumps in the slightest, as if he had been born accustomed to traveling in business. Before she studied magic, she had dreamed of becoming a great businessman with a reputation for fame, and her wealth and fame forced the court elite to give way to three points. But that was already like a lifetime ago, and it was no longer real.

As a child, when the waterworks at the trading post dried up, the caravans stopped patronizing, and everyone who lived there was forced to go elsewhere to earn a living. Some tried to take refuge with nearby nomadic tribes, which proved to be the worst option, and most of those who did so were killed for fun - and the corpses would have to be eaten in the case of halfling tribes. A small number were sold to the iron ore mines of Tyre, which were built on volcanoes, and in the crimson underground, barefoot on the ground would immediately burn, and each pickaxe could spew hot steam and even lava, which was a red hell.

Most people want to move to Tyre, but it's not easy. Tyre under the rule of the Witch King is not a place to move freely, and if you are not born there, you will either pay a large tax or become a slave to one of the nobles in the city.

At that time, not everyone who wanted to be a slave would become a slave as they wished. Only the strongest or prettiest had a chance, and most of the poor were considered worthless as slaves. At that time, Satili was only a little girl of ** years old, thin and small, like a little boy, and she had no chance of obtaining the right to reside in Tyr. But luckily, she also has a sister.

One day, it happened that the director of the owner of a gladiator training ground went out of the city to procure and fell in love with Satilly's sister, and it was even more coincidental that he didn't have any change with him. After some haggling, the man led little Satili's sister to bud on a sparsely populated sand dune, and then the younger sister was given the right to live in Tyr and the hope of survival.

If it weren't for the changes in my childhood, maybe I wouldn't have become a mage and I wouldn't have been involved in the anti-slavery revolution. In that case, Satili thought, I would have been all over Atas by today. Ram would be as familiar to me as my own home, and I knew every trade route in the desert like the back of my hand.

It was the idea of the Coral Witch to infiltrate Ram as a businessman, and the others agreed. This will make it as unobtrusive as possible and avoid the Witch King's eyeliner.

They had to enter the city through the north gate of Ram, for it was said that this gate was relatively close to the gathering place of adventurers in the city of Ram, and there were many idlers who came in and out, and the inventory was not very strict. Of course, just in case, the four of them were ready to fight at any time.

The walls on this side of Ram are made of red bricks, and each brick is about one and a half feet high and three feet long. The red bricks are also dotted with yellow and black turns, the result of some weathering or being damaged by magic fights over the years.

Closer along, a row of spears protruding from the top of the wall, each with a head stuck in it. Some of the heads were probably fresh when they were stuck in the spears, as the walls where they were left with a stain of brown blood.

In addition to the bloodstains, up close, you can see the marks of arrows on the brick wall and speckled smudges - the droppings of scavenging birds. Two half-giants stood guard in the doorway, they were about thirteen feet tall, wearing leather armor, and the tallest of the others was only up to their waists. But the two giants also looked dwarf-like in front of the fifty-foot-tall gate. Dozens of Templars were roughly checking the crowds at the gates of the city, collecting taxes by the way.

The leader of the caravan handed the Templar officer a small bag of coins, who weighed it and nodded in satisfaction. Then with a wave of his hand, a crowd of soldiers gathered around and collected a tax in kind from each merchant in the caravan.

Most of the caravans that roam the desert are made up of small merchants who can't afford to hire their own guards and are too dangerous to travel alone. So they would pay a small sum of money to join the large caravanserais, and of course, they would have to pay their own taxes when they entered the city.

The four of Tyr are playing this kind of small businessman this time, and Amal has also come up with a set of rhetoric. However, the Templars didn't ask, and after receiving a few gold coins, they left satisfied.

Sadiri saw dozens of caravans coming in and out of their surroundings, some of them also riding giant shell beetles, lining up one by one through the city gates. Some shell beetles also have various heraldic ribbons tied to their heads to identify themselves or show off their wealth. There is a shell beetle painted with colored lacquer by its ingenious owner, and it looks like a ferocious ancient beast, hungry and terrifying.

A loud horn sounded, followed by a dense drum beat, knock, like a living heart beating. It was a group of nomads who drove slaves captured in tribal warfare to the city to be sold.

After passing through the city gates, Sadiri looked down at Ram's glass pavement. The Witch King Abellachili is a master of sculpting magic, and she uses her powerful fire magic to burn all the sand on Ram's main road to glass. In terms of the magic of plastic energy alone, the Witch King is far stronger than me, Sadiri thought to herself, hoping that her other schools of spells are a little weaker.

From here, the four of them began to part with the caravan and began to explore the city. As soon as I entered the street of Ram, a jumble of buildings emerged from the right hand side of the road, they were very strange-looking, each with four or five floors, but they were very thin. There is often a tower at the top, but at the end of the tower is an onion-like roof, like the giant head of the men.

On the left-hand side of the road, the situation is quite different, with no dense huts, but a wide square. Half of the square is outlined by a dry canal, where clear living water flowed thousands of years ago, with smaller channels flowing in. Now these dry riverbeds have become roads, and some of the houses are built across the riverbed, supported by sturdy bridge bows, which makes this part of the riverbed look like some kind of tunnel.

A little further on, an intricately carved stone arch bridge spans the dry riverbed, connecting the square to the main road. Dozens of different inhuman racial images are carved on the bridge, making it look as if the bridge is a pile of bones. The second bridge is carved with vines and flowers, and the third is filled with strange words that have not been read aloud for hundreds of years.

"This is where the Ram Adventurers' Guild is located," Muscle Daddy said out of nowhere, pointing to a building in the middle of the plaza. "People who want to get jobs go there, and so do people who want to hire people. With a bit of luck, famous adventurers can meet big patrons in a few days. Novices who are not famous either try their luck and stay for a few months, or kill a few masters to become famous. ”

"We're not going there, big muscle. Amal licked her lips. "There I am...... Well, not welcome. ”

"Don't worry, if you dare to call me a big muscle bully, I won't even recognize your mother if I beat you, and I will definitely not cause trouble. Muscle Daddy patted his chest and promised.

"He's not there. "It's not explicitly stated, but everyone knows who Camilla is referring to. "I felt like he was in the palace of the Witch King. ”

"How did you perceive the location of Lord Muhadi?" Amal was curious. "Forgive my curiosity, you know, as a thief, I'm very ...... of how to pinpoint people Susceptible. ”

"A woman's intuition, what else can there be. Muscle Daddy disagreed. "If you believe it, you're an idiot. I'll start looking for it separately, and I can start with the brothel. ”

Shhhhhh "Look, there's a commotion in the square. ”

Muscle Daddy is the tallest, and he turned his head to look, "No, it looks like someone is fighting, I have to take a closer look." Missing a good fight is just as sinful as missing a glass of wine. ”

He was right, the four of them came closer, and now there were indeed two groups of people fighting. One of them was a guard of the Adventurers' Guild, and the other was dressed in strange cloaks, all with long faces and neat mustaches, none other than a bunch of Giss Yankees. In the middle of the two gangs, there were already a lot of corpses, some were guards, some were visiting from the astral plane, and some were watching the excitement.

"Strange, why are there Gisyankees here?" Ammar suddenly became interested, and he seemed very happy to see that someone was going to fight the guild guards. "Someone should have come to teach these guards a lesson, they once beat me so badly. But what about Prince Brad? What about Princess Deirdre, and why aren't there any big men in order to keep order?"

"Gisyankees!" Muscle Daddy saw the Gisyankees, and his beard straightened up. "We're going to have to teach these bastards a lesson!"

"Hand over our companions!" shouted a collared-looking Ghiss Yankee, dressed in lacquered feet, with strange wooden shoes on his feet and a silver sword at his waist. "Don't deny it, we have found the wreckage of six rows of boats in the desert! They were attacked, and then captured!"

"Fuck off, humanoid mongrel. A guard in insect shell plate armor shouted disdainfully. "Get out of here, or Your Excellency Will know that you are threatening humanity in Ram City, and you will all be hanged!"

The Grand Vicky was Abellachili's official title, which Satili knew, but she didn't understand why the Gisyankees had suddenly fallen out with the guards.

"Hahaha. The Gisyankees burst into laughter. "Her Majesty's samurai, when have you ever been afraid of death!? If you don't hand over the people, we will kill you in your city lord's palace, and even if you die, we will let you see the backbone of our Gisyankee warriors!"

At this time, a man appeared on a black horse, and judging by his dress, it was none other than Prince Brace, the proprietor of the Adventurers' Guild. "Don't be in a hurry, humanoid samurai!" he shouted as he rode his horse. "Maybe your companions have been attacked in the desert, but why did you come to me to ask for someone?"

"We've inquired, what is your favorite thing about sending adventurers to rob caravans for black work!Who else is so close to Ram as daring to rob a six-line ship?" asked the Giesyankee leader angrily. "Do you want to deny it?"

"I don't know anything about the attack. The prince said honestly. "Believe it or not, if you don't believe it, if you don't believe it......"

The prince raised his voice, "All the adventurers present, a Giss Yankee scalp is worth two hundred gold coins, you can see what you do." With that, the prince patted his horse, turned around and left, as if he didn't want to cause trouble.

"Kill all these desert monkeys!" The leader of the Giss Yankees shouted, "Long live the Empress!"

"Hurrah!" the rest of the Giss Yankees shouted, drawing their weapons and slashing around. The onlookers were taken aback, but they didn't expect this group of weirdos to go crazy and even cut down those who joined in the fun, so they took out their weapons to protect themselves.

"Let's do it too. "Muscle Daddy is eager to try. "Go grab a silver sword, it's a pretty good thing, much better than Atas's weapon. ”

The others didn't have time to express their approval or disapproval, and the scene changed again. Seeing that the adventurers were numerous, the Ghisyankees gave orders in a language they did not understand. So these astral visitors all gathered together, formed a formation back to back, and killed and retreated.

In fact, when it comes to being strong and agile, the Giss Yankees are not as good as the Atas. But they are all skilled in martial arts, unlike the adventurers, who are good and bad. Moreover, the weapons in their hands are unusually sharp, and the people who carry them are often cut in two. The vast majority of men with obsidian axes and bone spears were simply unable to resist these outsiders.

"It looks like these Girzes Yankees are going to make good on their promises. Amal ibn Haran pouted. "Look at the direction they're heading, they're going to the Witch King's palace. ”

He was right, the fight gradually spread to the area where the palace was located, and it seemed that the Gisyankees were deliberately directing the chaos there. The Coral Witch looked at her eyes blessed with arcane vision, and it was not normal that no more Templars had come to maintain order.

Although Ram City is known for its chaos and violence, it is too unconventional for such a group of inhuman races to make trouble in the city of the Witch King, and it seems that something is wrong.

"Let's go along and have a look. Satili commanded. Amar nodded respectfully, and the muscular daddy shouted that it was no problem, only Camilla didn't say anything, but she still followed.

Although there are some people blocking along the way, there are many lively elements and few real ones. The Gisyankees also had their own mages, making quite a few illusions and explosions to distract the Ram soldiers. Seeing that they were about to kill the Ram Palace, which was protected by a triple wall.

A passing group of merchants stood between the palace and the Gisyankees, and the royal hand drove the horses and pulled the wagons covered with tarpaulin. Seeing a mob rushing towards him, the merchants were frightened and urged the horses to run. A few managed to run away, and the remaining few were unlucky and were caught up by the Gisyankees. One carriage flipped to the ground unbalanced, spilling a large pile of chickpeas and leather teeth.

Several merchants were killed in the blink of an eye, and the vegetables on the ground were trampled to shreds. Most of the Gisyankees managed to make their way into the shadow of the triple wall, and only a few were cut down halfway through, and their scalps were cut off and torn off. A few beggars tried to pick up the skins and teeth that had just been sprinkled on the ground, but their eyes were full of tears.

The Giss Yankee leader excitedly shouted to his own people, "See! These desert beasts are vulnerable, and we will go into the palace with all our might, and see if they dare to refuse our request! Long live Her Majesty!"

"Long live Her Majesty!" the rest of the Giss Yankees echoed, and the sound shook all over the world.

"Stand back!" Sadiri suddenly felt a dangerous aura, an unimaginably huge amount of magical energy and death appeared inside the palace, so large, so terrifying, that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Muscle Daddy and Amal immediately backed off when they heard this, and Camilla was ready to cast a protective spell before Sadili could call out the warning. As soon as the Coral Witch finished speaking, she finished casting a spell and unfurled a protective shield, enveloping the four of them.

Not only that, after warning the others, Sadiri instantly used her protective spell to erect a second layer of protection in Camilla's shield.

A loud noise loud enough to crack a person's eardrum and bleed came from underground, and almost everyone within a radius of a kilometer was knocked to the ground. Some of the unreliable buildings fell down, and even the bricks on the walls of Ram fell in the distance, like torrential rain.

Centered on one corner of the palace's triple wall, a deep pit with a diameter of about 300 feet was created, and it was dark and bottomless. The radial cracks radiate from the center of the deep pit, and are also bottomless. Some of the houses are collapsing because they are in the path of the crack. The Gisyankees, who had just been shouting Long live the Queen, and the few people who were standing close to the bustle were all gone, as if they had never existed.

Few people could see what had just been born, and Coral Witch was one of them. Less than two breaths after she uttered the warning, a large explosion suddenly erupted beneath Ram's palace. Huge quantities of matter—the walls, the ground, a few Templars guarding, the Giss Yankees—were sprayed straight into space like a fountain. The degree was so fast that it broke through the sound barrier and gave birth to a sonic boom, which deafened countless people, and some even bled to death directly from seven holes.

The four of Tyr were safe and sound due to the protective spell, but the others were miserable. After the first underground explosion, there was a second, a third...... Seven or eight explosions in a row, and the whole world trembled in the face of the power of magic. The earth was like a trembling little girl, and a giant beat the drum around her.

The place that once served as the Lahm palace is no longer there, and the majestic triple city wall has become dilapidated and fragmented. Towering towers and dome-shaped palaces have collapsed and collapsed, and their former glory is no longer visible. The corpses lay in the rubble, and the death was so intense that it made people's blood boil.

Even standing far away, the Coral Witch could tell that the corpses were dead before the explosion. Their vitality has been drained and used to support those shocking powerhouses just now.

In the sky, some pieces of rubble that were not within the spell's range but were also sprayed into the sky began to fall. Some of the stones flew so high that they pulled out long trails of flame in the air as they fell, like fallen angels. The light of the dark sun cast several pillars of light through the huge amount of sand and dust that had just been raised, illuminating the messy scene.

A blue-glowing figure flew up from the rubble, her face blurred with an intense arcane glow. At least a dozen protective spells protect her ** and mind from harm, and the powerful chain of accidents has been activated, ready to attack the Witch King's enemies at any time.

"How powerful is my new Shaping Spell?" a loud voice rang out in the air. "Do you think I've been unprepared for hundreds of years, do you think your psionic power can really outperform my magic?"

"You won't be able to hide for long, puppeteer!" said the Witch King Abellachili proudly as she flew through the air, like a goddess of violence and terror. "This time, I'm going to tear you to pieces and never live! The death of a great psychic warlock is just right to commemorate the birth of this unprecedented powerhouse!"

"Let the horses come. From the ruins on all sides, another voice came. The Great Mind Warlock controlled tens of thousands of people to speak at the same time, but where the real body was hidden made people at a loss. There was a great chaos in the city, and everyone who was still active without being shocked to death ran out of the city as if they were being chased by monsters.

Two small figures emerged from the ruins of the palace, and one of them seemed to notice the people of Tyre and ran towards him.

This man was none other than Muhadi, and he was followed by an old man, a Lam Khorazmi. Muhathir cast an ability that allowed him to move unhindered over bumpy terrain. Even so, it took him a lot of effort to get to the four. From time to time, the crowd of people scurrying in the way also delayed time.

"What's going on?" asked Muscle Daddy, seeing Muhadi's grizzled face and wolfish face. "Why is the witch king so angry? Could it be that you slept with her daughter? Who is this old thing?"

"This is Khora Zimi, a professional liar, a part-time Ming family and a scholar...... It's a long story. The Psychic Warlock said sluggishly. "Let's hide first, Abela Chili is going to fight the puppeteer. ”

"Puppeteer?" Amal said curiously. "The Great Ancient Psychic Warlock?"

"That's right. Muhathir said. "I don't have time to go into details, the farther we get from here, the better, you can see the power of that spell just now. ”

"What kind of magic is this?" Camila asked the Psychic Warlock, but her eyes didn't take her eyes off the terrifying pit on the ground. "This power...... Fascinating. ”

"Anti-gravitational wave spells. Muhadi said, "Ask Khorezmi what is going on." He pointed to the old man who was with him.

The old man had already run, and he didn't look like a white-bearded old man at all. He said as he ran, and the crowd could only follow and listen.

"I don't know what this spell is about. The old man confessed. "I do know a little bit about how it works, though, because Abellachiri has consulted me about it. ”

Khramzi looked at the Coral Witch, "You seem to be a mage, so you must know about the Olbers paradox, right?"

Olbers was an ancient master who made a highly controversial point. If the universe is infinite and full of stars. Then there are infinitely many stars at any point in the universe, in any direction of it. This infinite amount of starlight falls to this point, and if enough time is enough, it will heat up each world to the surface of a star.

"Yes. Sadiri replied. "But what does this spell have to do with the Olbers photometric paradox?"

"It's a big deal. The old man was obsessed with research, and as soon as he talked about what he had studied, he immediately became interested, and he didn't even seem to care about the danger behind him. "Light is just a form of one of the four fundamental forces of the universe, and there are other fundamental forces. ”

"Gravity?" Muhati seemed to have a clue.

"The child can be taught. "Khwarazmi looked quite happy. "I actually know the existence of gravity, it seems that in addition to the mages, the psionics are also some smart people. ”

Camila ran, the back of her head bustling with her ponytail. Although she didn't say a word, there was a look of inquiry between her eyebrows. The power of magic is so amazing that it tempts the Starch Spencer Druids in pursuit of power.

"More than ten years ago, the witch king Abellachili suddenly had a whimsy. Since there is an infinite universe, every point can be seen as having an infinite number of stars in all directions. Then not only should there be an infinite amount of light falling on this point, but there should also be an infinite amount of stellar gravity falling on this point from all directions. ”

"Unbelievable, isn't it?" said the old man. "Of course, even if it's true. The gravitational forces from different directions cancel each other out, so having is equal to not having something. ”

"If there is, then what's the matter with this spell?" Amar and Muscle Daddy were confused, and only the Coral Witch understood a little and asked aloud.

"Originally, this was true, but the Witch King's ultimate shaping spell that she understood could block the gravitational waves in a specific direction, so that matter would not be affected by the gravitational force in a specific direction. The old man explained. "It's really genius, it's crazy. Do you know what that means?"

Without waiting for anyone else to answer, the old man explained himself. "A point in an infinite universe that, according to Olbers's theory, is attracted by gravity in all directions to reach an equilibrium state. If the gravitational pull is cut off in just one direction, then the equilibrium is upset and it is immediately attracted by the gravitational pull from the rest of the universe. This force is theoretically infinite, and it can increase the object to the limit in one fell swoop. ”

"See?" said the six of them, coming to a slightly safe place, and Khwarazmi turned back to the pits. "The Witch King's idea is correct, look at this power, who can resist it?"

Muhati also stood still, watching the Witch King pour out her violence on the world. Seemingly impregnable, it seemed to crumble and disintegrate like the thick walls and palace paper houses that would last for time, and lava and flames erupted from the cracks in the ground. Abellachiri summoned natural lightning and flames that scorched the earth, and the lightning was thicker and brighter than the towers, and the hum of ionized air shook the sky. The bright blue of the fireball made the eternal tyrant of Athas, the sun, look like a blackened, dim briquette.

However, the most breathtaking thing is the giant crater left by Abellachili's anti-gravitational wave spell. Each one is hundreds of feet wide, has a regular circular shape, and you can even see the faults left by the underground structure of the palace. However, every qiē that once existed in the pit seemed to have been completely erased from the world, and the dead could no longer die.

Among the psychic abilities at Muhadi's disposal is also a trick to manipulate gravity. But compared to the Witch King's earth-destroying spell, it seems so ridiculous, like a three-year-old child with a wooden sword facing a cruel and hungry ancient beast.

Could it be that psionic energy is really inferior to magic, such a thought actually popped up in the mind of the psychic warlock. Fortunately, the strict psychological self-control ability made by Lyra erased this idea in an instant.

"Frankly, I wasn't impressed. The puppeteer's voice rang out again, as if mocking the Witch King's indiscretion. "Can you kill a gust of wind, or ruin a kind of love? I'm incarnated, I'm everywhere, I'm everywhere!"

Powerful psychic forces seek to invade the Witch King's soul, twist her will, and corrupt her mind.

For a moment, Abellachiri seemed to be under the influence of psionic powers. But in the next moment, she returned to her normal state, still standing high above the ruins, her expression as if it were sacrosanct.

"Don't be disappointed too soon, because I have another surprise for you. The Witch King's voice could be heard in every corner of the city. "You're good at manipulating people's minds, aren't you? Look at your psionic skills, how effective are they against dead things that don't have minds?"

"Divine body mummy!Destroy the enemy!" the Witch King ordered.

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