"You told me that one day you would become a mage. Muhati said, solemnly holding the coral necklace in front of him. He looked into the other's eyes, as if ready to catch the slightest fluctuation of emotion on the other's face. "From that day on, I knew that you would become the most powerful mage. ”

Those big beautiful eyes were the color of blue, blue like the vast ocean on Earth that Muhadi remembered. She is slim, slender, with plump breasts and fair skin like snow. The faces of the characters who can eclipsate the princess and lady of Qiē are flashed with different emotions, doubts, shocks, joys, and sorrows.

"Historian?" her voice seemed to tremble slightly as she finally spoke, leaking out the excitement in her heart. "That's a modest self-profess. ”

"Prophets are nothing but historians of the opposite. Recalling the conversation, Muhathir shrugged. "I didn't lie to you. "It's a weak excuse to cover up the fact of lying.

The music in the bar seems to be distant, and the blind bard plays a soft but beautiful tune on the lyre. Muscle Daddy was still joking with the girls, but he had undoubtedly noticed the movement and sneaked a glance from time to time.

"I should have thought of that, didn't I?" said Satilly, smirking self-deprecatingly. "Fate, you must think I'm stupid. ”

"If you want me to say, stupidity is the least relevant word in the world. Muhati responded. "Remember the strange thing we had in the Dead City? You all thought I had sucked in too much red mist and fainted, but I felt like I had traveled back in time. ”

"I've done a lot of things in the past. One of the most important is to give you a magic book. I think it eventually helped you become a disciple of Master Cotander, right? ”

"And when I was a child, I gave you this coral necklace, and you always carry it. Sadiri looked at her necklace with emotion.

"I wanted to tell you about it earlier, but the timing wasn't always right. The Psychic Warlock said. "Maybe there are some differences of opinion between us, but I hope that this gift can be a witness and that we don't have to fight with each other. ”

"You want more, don't you?" she asked him.

"I hope you will change your mind and let my followers go. But this is not possible. Muhati shrugged. "If I had asked for that, you wouldn't have said yes. ”

"You are my friend, Muhadi, and you always will be. Sadiri said. "But you're right, I can't promise you. ”

"I'm willing to do anything for you. But I also have my own ambitions and pursuits, and I have responsibilities on my shoulders. For Tyr's sake, I can't grant your request. But I do appreciate what you have done for me, and becoming a mage is my greatest achievement. ”

"Of course, you will never be a vassal of others, you are independent and assertive. Muhati regretted his act of taking out the necklace a little, which made him seem to be a villain of the city.

"I'm sorry, my Muhadi. She took his hand.

The corners of the Psychic Warlock's mouth twitched, and he tried to smile, but he didn't succeed.

Silence reigned over the two of them again, and the bard's music came from the bar. It's an unknown minor, and the lyrics aren't very good, telling the story of a sad man who dies alone. The tune is sad, but it's not very brilliant either.

"Goodbye, Muhadi, I wish I could give you more. Finally, Sadiri got up and said that she was ready to take her leave.

"Maybe. The Psychic shrugged. "But you've given me enough, and you've accused me of Polis's conspiracy. ”

Sadiri held his hand again, and she cast a prophetic spell. The fluctuation of magical power made the psychic sorcerer's skin tense for a while, and in Muhadi's synaesthesia, the touch was like an inaudible song.

"Polis wasn't alone, he invited Nibennai, the witch king of the city of Nibenai, to join him on his adventures, and maybe more. "When the spell was complete, the Coral Witch admonished Muhadi. "Fang Cai's prophecy spell shows that you should go to the Ten Thousand Dead Society in Seal City next, and it may be helpful to you. ”

The two said goodbye, and the light seemed to leave with Satilly, and this corner of the bar became darker.

In the distance, the roar of a muscular daddy was heard. "Don't worry, I'll watch the coral for you. My muscular daddy is the most interesting to my friends!"

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The City of Seals is the center of the multiverse and the meeting place of many cultures and ideas. Here, many powerful philosophical factions have established their headquarters, and their influence may reach all corners of the multiverse.

The more famous philosophical factions include the mercenary-rich Kusugakai, whose base camp is in the Dragon's Tower in the Marked City, and the huge camp in Walkhan in the Shura Field plane.

The Children of Mercy, who vow to set an example of integrity for the multiverse, often gather in Bytopia, but also travel across the universe to do good deeds.

The Destiny Society allied with the Mercy Extermination Society to fight their great enemy, the Sense Society, which was assisted by the Personal Marker Society. It's just that the Personal Marker Society itself is also the enemy of the Harmony Society and the Everything is Empty Society.

The Society of the Ten Thousand Dead is also one of the many philosophical factions in Seal City. They believe that all qiē will die, and all qiē will die. The multiverse is nothing more than a place to die.

In Seal City, the power of the Ten Thousand Dead Society is not great. Their followers are mostly priests who serve death itself, suicidal mages, and a small number of druids. However, there are not many of them, but they control an extremely important business in Seal City - the funeral industry.

The Great Morgue, the headquarters of the Society of the Dead, is a series of windowless domed complexes that resemble a giant mausoleum popping out of the ground compared to the surrounding dilapidated shacks. The appearance is eerie, covered with funeral decorations. The followers of the Society of the Dead, known as the Dead, collect a corpse they can get their hands on, and then transport it to the place in a creaking cart by zombies with hollow-eyed eyes and collapsed faces.

The deceased even paid the street thugs of Imprint City to find the body. Every corpse that the deceased was willing to pay for, which was like a religious ritual for them.

Sadiri came to Muhadi, to find the Society of the Dead, maybe it will help you.

The Psychic Warlock believes that the other party's prophecy spell is correct, and there must be something here that can help it.

Muhathir swaggered into the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Dead Society, and no one came out to stop him. The huge building was filled with the grey-cloaked dead, silently busy with their own business. In addition to these dead, there are many zombies who are busy here, disposing of new corpses and repairing decayed parts of the building.

The Psychic Warlock walked over to a contemplative Deadman, and from the mouth, he learned about the function of the place and the philosophy of the Society of the Dead.

"Will all the corpses of the Seal City be brought here?" Muhati asked the gray-robed deceased.

"All the corpses we can collect, yes. The dead man replied.

"So, did you collect a corpse from the Afterlife Club not long ago?" asked the Psychic Warlock. "The young man, it seems, is a member of the Divine Non-Divine Order. ”

"I don't know what bodies have been brought in recently. The dead man's voice was empty and lifeless, but he did not refuse to answer. "Go to Thor, he has a record of the origin of each corpse. ”

The psychic left the guy and went to find the Toll in the other man's mouth. The huge morgue is like a labyrinth, full of hidden corridors and shady chambers. Countless columbarium niches line up from the bottom of the walls to the ceiling, and they are so dense that it makes people feel numb.

Zombies and the taciturn dead roam the morgue, and occasionally, translucent ghosts haunt the morgue.

Toll was on the second floor of the morgue in the mouth of the deceased, a man of unimaginable age, with a gray head like a lion's mane. It is said that the history of the Ten Thousand Dead Society is tens of thousands of years, and this old man looks older than that.

He sat in a suspended chair, a notepad larger than a man hanging in front of him. The old man was writing hard and writing something on a big notepad. A floating skull saw someone coming, and muttered to the side.

"I was told that with you, I could learn the origin of each corpse. Muhathir said.

"What you know is correct. The old man had no intention of embarrassment. "Tell me, which corpse do you want to find?"

"I have to say, I didn't expect you to be so cooperative. "Muhathir was a bit surprised. "I thought you wouldn't be willing to give away this information. ”

"If I don't want to reveal it, will you turn around and leave?" said the old man, continuing to write without raising his head. "At the end of the day, you're going to stay here and pester me, wasting more time. Why don't I tell you directly what you want to know. ”

"That's right. The Psychic Warlock said. "Sue me, did the body of a god who was not a member of the Divine Society be brought here the other day? ”

"Yes. The old man replied in the affirmative, and then told Mohamad a number. "Go ahead, you're not the first to come to this corpse. ”

"Who else has come to look for it?"

"A bunch of Gisyankees, I didn't ask the name. Toll waved his hand impatiently, signaling that the conversation was over.

The Psychic Warlock followed Tuo's number and went to a corpse disposal room on the second floor. Newly transported corpses are disposed of, and valuable items are pulled out and then activated as zombies, or stored.

Muhadi rummaged through corpses lying on the ground, and finally found the man he had met at the Afterlife Club that day next to a corpse covered in scars and tattoos. The corpse was somewhat decomposed, but its face was faintly recognizable.

The men were all looted of their valuables and stripped of their clothes. However, he has some tattoos on his skin and looks a little weird.

The Psychic Warlock unleashes his abilities and observes what this place was like not so long ago.

A couple of Giss Yankees, speaking in their incomprehensible language, walked into the room arguing. They rummaged through the pile of corpses and finally found the body.

A Giss Yankee seems to have cast some kind of prophetic spell on the corpse, and then they argue with each other for a while and leave. As they left, Muhadi heard a word being mentioned repeatedly. It was a place name, the Broken Temple.

The psychic mancer stopped his abilities, and the illusion vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

There was once a portal god named Eska. His power is very strong, because he occupies the city of gates, and his influence can spread to all corners of the multiverse.

But one day, Lady Pain decides to ban the Divine Being from entering the City of Seals. Eeska's temple was shattered by the Lady's rage, and his body floated into the astral plane, covered in sharp blades. The temple that was destroyed is now the headquarters of the Shinmei Non-Divine Society. These atheists, with their strange powers to hinder divine magic, see the ruined temple as a symbol of the hypocrisy of the gods.

Looks like he needs to go there, the Psychic thought.

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In Mistara, the battle went as smoothly as expected.

The most suitable role for the Mistara man is the passive of the chrysanthemum and the active of biting, and Fahd inspires the nomadic warriors so much. They are vulnerable, scattered and waiting for us to go and harvest.

Out of 20,000 nomads who arrived in Mistara, Fatoumah selected 5,000 knights to raid the remote settlements. The aborigines were so shocked by the invasion of these fierce horseback warriors that they put up a futile resistance in vain.

In keeping with the tradition of the Atas tribal wars, Fatoumah ordered the killing of all the Qiē resistance they encountered. Some tribal leaders protested, claiming that they might be able to enslave a part of the indigenous people as spoils of war. But this building was rejected by the elf girl.

"We don't keep slaves," she said, pointing to the old and infirm women and children who had been taken out of the Mistara village. "These are all enemies, and they must all be killed. ”

"If these old and weak women and children are enemies. The leader of the opposition said as he pointed to the men of Mistara who had taken up arms and formed a loose array, ready to resist. "And who are they?"

"A well-trained enemy. The elf replied.

Within half a month, the nomadic army rushed thousands of miles and slaughtered twelve Mistara settlements, leaving not half of them alive. While crossing the shallows of a river, they were attacked by troops under the command of the Native King of Rajasthan. The Atas, with their cavalry as the main force, swept the enemy's flank with a sandstorm of might, and then pursued the rout four Palesans away. Fatumah rushed into the enemy's line first, opened his bow to the left and right, and shot one hundred and fifty-eight men in one day. The unparalleled reputation of the Atas elves has since spread through the mouths of the survivors.

On the twentieth day of the invasion of Mistara, the nomadic army encountered a small town protected by walls.

Although they had the absolute upper hand in the field, the weakness of the Atas tribesmen, who were not good at attacking the city, was revealed here. The Mistara hid in the walls and tilted the stone bullets downward, but the powerful elven archers could not break them through the walls. As a last resort, Fatumah ordered his army to cut down trees and build counterweight trebuchets to break down the town's gates.

The Mistara city defenses proved to be stronger than expected, and after a few days the army ran out of fibers. Fatuma took the lead in cutting off his own head, ordered the trebuchet to be rewound with the woman's head, and finally captured the place.

This time, the army did not put all the survivors to death. Instead, two hundred lucky ones were chosen, and their eyes were gouged out, leaving only two survivors with their tongues gouged out to take the lead. Their mission is to flee to other towns and then spread the terror of the invaders. The invaders planned to stoke the anger and fear of the indigenous people and make them make the wrong decisions.

The name Mistara was abandoned by the tribesmen after the capture of the first town. They gave the land a new name, more in line with their own linguistic habits - Mystarastan.

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