The shell beetle is not very intelligent, and in Muhadi's opinion it is even more stupid than a horse. With a little illusion skill, you can trick it into moving on.

The Face Dancer chose his Megilot lizard as his mount and galloped a little behind the Shell Beetle. The red-skinned lizard ran as fast as it could, barely making a sound, and the sand formed a small dust mist behind it.

In the moonlight of the twin moons, the howling of wolves could be heard from afar. All around was sand and burnt stones, and desolate ruins. The cold wind blew the hem of the robe, and the fabric tumbled in a whisper in the synaesthesia of the psychic mancer.

The rolling sand dunes around them looked almost featureless, and it was difficult to calculate how far they had run in the darkness of night. But the shell beetle knew the right way, and rode it around the ravines, past a dry riverbed, and about half an hourglass before coming to a flat ground between the valleys.

The Psychic Warlock uses psionic energy to send a signal, and the Face Dancer has the Meggiot lizard hide itself behind a large sand dune before climbing onto the back of the shell beetle.

"I don't know if they have any connector codes or anything like that. Muhati reached out and pulled Hediche by the hand, waiting for her to sit firmly on the shell beetle's back before asking. "What do face dancers do when they encounter this situation?"

Just as the psychic man imagined, the other party only replied indifferently. "You just know it when you look at it. ”

The terrain of this valley is complex, with jagged rocks piercing the sand like black animal shadows. Scattered rocks became more and more numerous, and finally formed a continuous deep valley. Judging by the shape of the rocks, storms were not frequent in the desert of this generation, because the marks of differentiation on the stones were not strict.

There are several huge windmill buildings in the valley, each dozens of feet high, thick at the bottom and thin at the top, with long fan blades sticking out. In the night, the buildings swayed like silent giants. Muhadi recognized these as wind collectors, and the desert of Atas was cold at night. This type of air collector collects moisture from the air and makes it available for human use.

Due to the topography, the winds at the entrance to the valley are a bit stronger than elsewhere. Therefore, the traces left by shell beetles or people in the sand will soon disappear, and it is indeed a good place to hide or hide from enemies.

Muhadi speculated that there were originally trade routes passing through the area, so a small trading post was formed. But for some reason, the trading post was abandoned, so it was converted into a hiding place by Benedict.

After entering the valley for a while, the psychic warlock first felt a tightness and loosening on his skin, and then it seemed as if he was being stared at by something, which made people's hearts uneasy. Face dancer Hediche apparently felt the same way, as she made a gesture to signal Muhathir not to make a fuss.

"Remote vision magic. She sent a message with psionic energy.

No wonder there wasn't even a single sentry patrol around the trade point, Muhadi thought. However, with the television magic, I can only see two people returning from their own shell beetles, and I can't see that these two people have been dropped.

After a while, the strange feeling on the skin disappeared, indicating that the two of them had gone out of the range of magic detection. The cost of casting magic on Atas is high, and it is naturally impossible to monitor all places around the clock.

The trading post was surrounded by a white wall, about fifteen feet high, and a trench about five feet wide was outside the wall. It looked like it was many years old, and the walls were covered with dark marks left by the mud after the rock had cracked, like the veins in the skin of an old woman.

The main entrance to the trading post is flanked by two towers, and a smaller watchtower at the corner of the wall. All towers are square, and there are no outward spouts or shrinks of the walls. Towers with circular or semi-circular protruding walls are more resistant to trebuchets, while bastion-like walls tilt crossfire at attackers. Clearly, this trading post is older than the wisdom of the architects.

As the trade roads were abandoned, all the qiē that had once been built around the trading post was gone, leaving only sand and ashes. Some white bones can be seen on the road, some are lizards, some are horses, and many belong to humans. Perhaps someone attacked it in ancient times, and their skeletons built a skeletal garden around the trading post.

The drawbridge of the trading post was not retracted, and a guard stood at the door, acting as a guard. Occasionally, soldiers came in and out of the drawbridge, but they never went too far from the trading post and were always in sight of the guards. It doesn't look like Benedict's men are particularly many.

"Do you feel your psionic energy being suppressed?" asked Hedicher as the two approached the trading post.

"Hmm," the psychic nodded, glancing at the guard guarding the drawbridge. "I can already feel the psionic interference. I don't know if those guards have a code, I'm afraid they can't be easily deceived by psionic techniques. ”

The face dancer seemed to be prepared for this, but instead instructed Muhadi: "Stop this bug, let's go quietly." ”

The telemancer grabbed the reins and strangled the shell beetle, and the two leaped off the worm's back and walked on the sand.

"They do have codes. The face dancer said that at this time there was a soldier who passed through the guò drawbridge and entered the inside of the trading post. There were still a few hundred paces away, but they could both see clearly that the guard had stopped the comer.

"The code is solved. The face dancer said lightly.

"Huh?" Muhati didn't know.

"I memorized their code. The face dancer said.

"You don't need psionic energy to hear them at this distance?" Muhadi wondered.

"I can't hear it, but I can lip read it. The face dancer explained simply. "Wait, there's still a problem. ”

Muhadi said. "What's wrong again?"

"In addition to the codeword, they also have tokens. The face dancer said. "Strange, the soldier gave the guard a coat of arms...... Did you find anything similar on those two corpses?"

"Nope. Muhadi replied. "I searched the body thoroughly, but I couldn't find the kind of thing you mentioned...... Or something like that. In fact, I've given you all of the scar-faced woman's things, a total of them, weapons, ornaments, a few coins, a piece of iron for picking locks, none of which look like tokens. ”

The face dancer made a lewd gesture that meant damn it. Now that they were in the outpost's field of vision, it was impossible to turn back and search for the corpses. Stopping hastily will also attract unnecessary suspicion, and you can only move forward.

The guard noticed the two coming, and his eyes showed no suspicion. The Psychic Warlock noticed that there were also people on guard above the battlements of the wall, and could see well-wound crossbow arrows poking out of the wall.

The guard raised his spear and shouted "Slogan!"

"Ruby. ”

The guard nodded slowly, but the spear was not lowered. "Where's the token?"

The psychic warlock raised his vigilance, his nerves excited, ready to strike at any moment. However, the face dancer took a gold coin from his bosom and said to the guard, "Token." ”

For three breaths, al-Muhadi thought his disguise had been recognized, but the guard finally lowered his spear. "I thought there would be three of you. ”

"The guy ran away. The face dancer spoke, in exactly the same tone and tone as the dead Scarface.

The guard muttered something, and then said. "Okay, you guys go in. Leave the shell beetle here and someone will take care of it later. ”

Muhati nodded, and the face dancer looked calm, and walked with him into the gate of the trading post.

"How did you know that the coin was a token?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"Mercenaries spend money like flying sand, and it is impossible to keep money in their hands for a long time. But that coin is very strange, and the pattern is very clear, indicating that there is not much circulation guò. But the currency of the double knife pattern has not been minted in the desert in recent decades. Indicates that it is not a new coin. The only possibility is that it has a special meaning, so it won't be used and kept forever. ”

"Hearing you say that, my current facts are very clear. The Psychic nodded. "Hopefully I'll have the best luck in the future. ”

The interior of the trading post is not large, about 300 feet square, and there are some simple stone houses and corrals. Some soldiers in animal skins and stone spears were patrolling back and forth, while others had nothing to do but roasted meat around a fire. But in one corner, al-Muhathir revealed a remarkable creation.

It was like a giant basket with giant airbags sewn from animal skins. Since the airbag is not inflated now, it is spread out on the ground and piled up in a ball.

It seemed to be a hot air balloon, Muhati thought, and maybe Prince Benedict was using it as a tool to escape, but the storms in the desert were too big and frequent, and an unpowered balloon might be dangerous. Moreover, as a hot air balloon, this thing is congenitally buoyant and cannot fit a few people, so it is not an ideal means of transportation.

"What are you doing now?" said the face dancer silently.

"Go over there and have a look. Muhati pointed in the direction of the balloon and replied with his mouth.

The two approached the balloon in a way that was as unobtrusive as possible, allowing the psychic warlock to take a good look at the monster that looked a little out of time.

Extrapolating from the volume of the airbag when folded, al-Muhathir believed that it could be 40,000 cubic feet large when fully charged. If you load hydrogen, the lift can be at least 3,000 pounds, and if you load hot air, the efficiency will be much lower. And considering that the balloon cannot be filled with air (because the density of the surrounding air decreases after liftoff, the gas in the balloon will expand, and the shell will be burst), its efficiency will only be lower.

Judging by a device on the gondola, Benedict's hot air balloon actually heats the air with oil...... Muhadi can only hope that those who dare to sit on this thing will not play themselves to death.

Just as Muhati was about to take a closer look at the heating device. A bald man with an iron ring on his eyebrows suddenly walked out of a stone room, "You two, what are you rubbing?"

The bald man strode closer, dressed in a loose green robe with a deep scar on the back of his right hand. The visitor had two scimitars pinned to one side, an quiver on the other, and a walnut recurve bow on his back. The bald man didn't seem to see that the two were pretending, and looked at Muhati with brown eyes, "The prince is waiting for you to report down there." What about the Tyre? You didn't catch it?"

"He was kidnapped by an assassin who came out of nowhere. Muhadi spoke in the voice of a masked man, whose voice was a little dull because of the cloth covering his mouth, and the bald man did not seem to feel anything unusual. "Probably a face dancer. ”

"Face dancer?!" the bald man was shocked, "are you sure?"

"The Assassins disguised themselves as innocent businessmen and tricked us into letting our guard down. Muhathir said. Then all of a sudden, his face changed, as if it were just a mask. I can't think of anyone or anything other than a face dancer who could do this. ”

The bald man's face became gloomy and he said fiercely. "It's not going to be easy now, you come with me. ”

Muhadi and the face dancer looked at each other, then followed in silence. The man led them into a large stone room, and then into a hallway.

Two mantis men happened to be walking out of the hallway, and the three of them stepped aside to let the huge aliens pass through.

The praying mantis people all look similar, at least Muhati can't tell the difference between them. But the two mantis people are distinctly different, they wear a strange set of leather armor that fits the mantis human body. This is unusual because the exoskeleton of mantis people is as strong as armor, so they rarely wear armor. Muhadi recognized that it was not ordinary leather armor, but some kind of psionic equipment that was used to enhance the wearer's psionic energy.

In this trading post, the psionic energy is completely suppressed, so the psychic warlock is not sure if the two mantis people really have psionic powers. The two insect-like faces were painted in bizarre black oil paint, making them look as if they were wearing gas masks on Earth, with no expression, only the unconscious chewing of their mouthparts.

As the two praying mantis men passed by, they suddenly stopped and glanced at Muhati and his party a few times. The compound eyes of the two pairs of insects seemed to be looking at some prey.

"Is there a problem?" the bald man doesn't like to be stared at by mantis people. "Psychic mantis, whistling mantis?"

Psychological Mantis, Whistling Mantis, These are the names of these two mantises? Muhati felt that the name was too strange even by the standards of the alien race.

The two praying mantis men didn't say anything, just turned their heads. The psychological mantis pointed at Muhadi with the middle limb, as if threatening something, and then left with his companion without looking back.

"These monsters. Humans can never understand their thoughts. The bald man said, "Phew, he spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

The face dancer let out a cry of approval. Muhathir also wanted to look natural, nodded and said, "That's true." ”

However, these words seemed to make the bald man hear the loophole, and he turned his head suddenly. "It's not like you, aren't you usually the most protective of non-human races? What's wrong?"

The bald man stared at him with round eyes and warned, and pressed his right hand on the handle of the scimitar with a guarded eye. "Stand upright and don't make any movements, or I'll do it right away!"

He snapped and asked, "Identity, response!"

Muhati didn't know there was such a thing. He had heard that during the Tyre Revolution, revolutionaries had used this method to prevent the infiltration of spies. The identity authentication password is different from the general password, and everyone has a different one. And this kind of code generally has a pair, which is divided into dangerous response and normal response, which are all unrelated words. Even if you fall into the hands of an enemy, the enemy will not know if your response has already informed you that you are in danger, especially if you are secretly held hostage by the enemy.

The psychic warlock did not answer, and the bald man immediately drew his scimitar and opened his mouth to call for help. The face dancer slammed the man's throat and knocked the other's call back into his stomach. Then the other hand pressed the man's bald head, twisted slightly, and heard the click of broken bones.

In the hallway, a man seemed to hear something and peeked out of a room. The face dancer kicked the body into a corner before the bald man could fall to the ground, and then pulled Muhadi and hid behind him.

"It's okay, a couple of mantis people just passed. The man who poked his head out saw the bald man say to him, so he dispelled his suspicions and went back to his room.

The face dancer changed his face and voice in an instant, transforming into the bald man who had died. But she couldn't change her clothes instantly, at least not without using psionic powers. So she used Muhadi to cover herself up and hide the difference in her clothing.

"We were exposed. Hedicher mouthed, "The corpse doesn't last long." Prepare for retreat. ”

"Wait, we haven't found anything useful yet......" the Psychic Warlock protested.

"Retreat!" the face dancer whispered in an unmistakable tone. "If you stay any longer, you won't be able to leave. ”

Muhadi tried to plead, but the other man covered his mouth and punched him in the stomach. As a psyker, he didn't feel pain, but this blow hurt the diaphragm in his chest, leaving him speechless for a moment.

The body of the bald man was carefully hidden in a shadow around the corner, and the face dancer pulled Muhadi back the way he came, reverting to the scar-faced woman.

The two had not gone far before they had just circled to the back of a house. The atmosphere in the trading post suddenly became eerie, as if an unknown danger was approaching from all directions. The Psychic Warlock wondered if the corpse had been revealed so quickly, and how the atmosphere had changed all of a sudden.

"Magic that detects hostile behavior. Hedicher mouthed, pulling out a pile of swarthy, inconspicuous beads from her bosom. She quickly looked around, "You stay still!", and then quickly climbed to the top of the house next to her.

As soon as she left on her front foot, two guards on her back foot saw Muhati and walked over. They all had obsidian spears in their hands and horns pinned to their waists to warn them.

"Code!" Muhati didn't know what the face dancer was thinking, so he could only deal with the two people first, and asked first.

The two guards looked at each other, as if confused, but then they raised their spears and aimed them at Muhadi's throat.

Thinking they were about to attack, the Psychic Warlock quickly drew the silver blade behind his back and prepared to fight back. But then the face dancer leaped down from the air, jumped between the two guards, stretched out his hands, and killed the two unlucky ones with two hidden daggers.

"I'm sorry. These were the last words they heard before they died.

"Hidden Blade. Muhadi whispered. He looked closely, "Usually hidden, through guò a mechanical structure touch?"

"It's made of flowers. Surprisingly, Heidicher answered this question head-on. "Let's go over there. She commanded.

That side refers to the side against the outer wall, and although there is a double moon shining over Atas at this time, there is still a shadow on the side of the wall, which is more suitable for hiding.

Of course, the fence is also patrolled. And from time to time more people came out of the stone houses and joined in the search.

The face dancer took out a few darts and poisoned them in front of Muhadi with a liquid in a vial. Then she loaded the poison dart into her folding crossbow and wound it.

Muhati noticed that the thing was actually connected. Despite its small size, the crossbow has an elaborate escapement that continuously loads poison darts. What's even more bizarre is that the crossbow body of the crossbow is reversed, that is, the crossbow arm opens forward. There is a fixed pulley at the end of the crossbow arm, and the crossbow string hangs on the pulley, changing the direction of the force.

Some of the world's modern crossbows are designed in this way, and Muhathir thought it would save space. He couldn't tell the material of the crossbow arm, but it seemed to be made of metal, and such a crossbow had a very high energy storage density, and although the torque was short, the power was still considerable.

With a whoosh, the poison dart shot out, striking the back of one of the guards at the outpost. The man was hit by a poison dart, and suddenly he was like crazy, shouting and dancing.

What kind of toxin is this, a neurostimulant?, Muhadi guessed, interesting.

The soldier who had been hit by the poison dart attracted everyone's attention at the trading post, and Heticher took the opportunity to throw a lasso to pull the battlements around the wall. "Get up!" she commanded in a low voice.

The face dancer walked briskly even on vertical surfaces, and Muhadi was a little slower. By the time he climbed the wall, the three guards had been silently eliminated. The face dancer dipped the tips of his fingers in the blood on the dead corpse and wrote "I'm sorry" on the ground.

"You don't. Muhati complained. "Do you have to leave such a trail to follow?"

"It's tradition, and I'm a traditional person. The face dancer replied.

"For the Mind Samurai, the word tradition is a rare description. The Psychic Mancer whispered.

"Nosy is just as rare for a psychic mancer. ”

Boom, the surroundings were much brighter. The face dancer looked outside and cursed in a low voice.

Originally, the trading post was built on an ancient shallow oil field, which was used by the ancient people to fill the ground with water in order to extract oil, and the modern Atas people exploited this water for human survival. But perhaps because of age, the waterworks at this trading post are no longer able to produce water, and all that can be pumped up is almost worthless oil.

Although oil is not very useful, it comes in handy in combination with the moats around the trading post. The guards were not right, and poured a large amount of oil into the trench and set it on fire, creating a wall of flames that cut off the entry and exit of a single person.

The oil fire was more than ten feet high, almost reaching the people on the fence. Judging by the color and smell of the flame, this oil is of good purity, almost no sulfur, and is a light oil with a high calorific value. If the psionic energy was still there, the Psychic Warlock could have endured elemental damage and ran out against the flames, but now there is no way.

"How much do you weigh. The face dancer asked Muhadi at this time.

"Probably three tarrants (ancient units of measurement), why do you suddenly ask about this?"

"Calculate whether you can fly. ”

"How can you fly?" Muhati asked, then added. "Don't rely on psionic flight?"

"It's not so much about flying, it's about gliding. The face dancer said, looking back at the outpost. "We're going to have to create some more chaos. ”

She took out her crossbow and shot continuously. Several of the guards were tricked, and the people in the courtyard didn't even notice where the attack was coming from. It seems that the face dancer should also have some way of avoiding prophetic magic, otherwise it would not have been so smooth.

Hedicher threw away her camouflage robe, revealing the movement-friendly leather armor and tight mechanics tied to her back. It was a mechanical wing that was folded together, the skeleton supported by the skeleton of some desert creature, and the membrane replaced by a fabric. I didn't see her move anything, but the wings suddenly opened, and the wingspan was a full ten feet.

There was no way to hide it anymore, and everyone in the trading post noticed something strange on the wall. Some of them threw their spears, and some began to shoot arrows with bows. Muhathir recognized Prince Benedict peeking out of the lattice window of a stone house, his eyes more curious than alarmed.

Of all the princes and princesses in Ram City, only Benedict does not have any special abilities. He doesn't know magic, he doesn't have psionic powers, and his fighting skills aren't very good. So, why did he live so long? and even overcome aging?

Muhati suddenly thought of this question. Corwin is the second son of the Ram Witch King Abellachili, and is now at least a few hundred years old. Benedict was the eldest of the princes, how old was he? why didn't he age? not magic, not psionic power, what was it?

However, time did not allow him to think wildly, and the face dancer grabbed him with one hand and jumped off the wall. The flames rose and almost burned the corners of his robes, but the glider led the two of them over the wall of flames and landed in the vast desert ahead.

Or rather, almost fell into the vast desert.

The sand undulates for a while, and then the sand separates, just as sea creatures separate the sea.

Benedict feared that his enemies would find him, so he secretly ambushed several golems under the sand around the trading post. These lifeless and thoughtless puppets lurked silently, and only now did they reveal their true bodies.

The golems made their bodies out of rock, each as tall as a half-giant. Although they are slightly humanoid, their arms have been modified into some kind of large ballista, which can shoot arrows at targets in the air.

The two of them were in the air, and their spiritual energy couldn't be used, so they were in big trouble. Seeing that he was about to be shot by a flying arrow, the face dancer moved again, folding his wings and retracting them. The Psychic Warlock and the Face Dancer Assassin both fell from the air and landed on the soft sand.

Behind them, the soldiers in the trading post rushed out of the drawbridge that was not on fire, probably at least two dozen. Three blasphemer mages used portal spells to appear directly around the two of them, standing in three directions, faintly encircling. The huge clay golems also rushed over, ready for melee combat.

Before the interference of the Outpost's anti-spirit power field was left, Muhadi knew that he could not be defeated, so he could only fight his way out of the siege and escape to a safe place before making plans. He glanced sideways at Hedicher, just as the face dancer turned his head. The two people, who are both psionic users, don't need to communicate much, and they can understand each other's thoughts with a single look.

The two of them had the same idea, the weakest of the enemies was the blasphemer mage in the west, and the face dancer's Megilot lizard was also hiding in that direction, so it was natural to break through from there.

Three mages, one casts a spell to summon monsters, one casts Dabikia's Death Technique, and one recites the Collective Human Immobilization Technique. The first blasphemer mage summoned a terrifying Fire Elemental Elder from nothingness, two people tall, with flames close to blue on its body, hungry and licking everything around it. Where it appeared, the sand beneath its feet was scorched into glass.

The Fire Elemental Elder appeared behind the two of them, and it seemed extremely dissatisfied when it was summoned, and the flames all over its body flowed, rolling, and flying, and the place that could barely be called a head exuded anger. The mage who summoned it remained motionless, using his will to force the proud elemental creature to serve itself.

The mage who performed the death spell was halfway through the recitation of the curse, and was hit by the poison dart of the face dancer. In an instant, the mage's body burst out with a light brighter than the sun, illuminating the surrounding sand. Due to the poison dart touching the chain accident spell on his body, the three secondary spells of Stone Skin, Anti-Demon Shield and Bigobi Talisman were stimulated at the same time, strictly protecting the mage.

The dart didn't hurt the mage, but it interrupted his dying spell, buying Muhadi and the face dancer some time. At this time, the third, that is, the mage in the direction of the two escapes, successfully performed the group human immobilization technique. Muhadi and the face dancers around him were similarly shrouded in spells.

The Psychic Warlock was struck by the Immobilization Technique, and suddenly became sluggish, as if he had killed a sick old man. Even if they don't stop completely, their steps are vain and scattered.

The face dancer seemed completely unaffected by the magic, and she dragged Muhadi to prevent him from falling.

Muhati himself had a lot of valuable equipment, all of which he had stolen from Atki's psionic merchant. Since the mask was destroyed by the Witch King, he chose an armband that increased his magic resistance. Although it can't completely resist magic, it won't be overwhelmed by the immobilization technique. After being dragged a few steps, he felt the effect of the magic wear off, and his limbs became flexible again.

The mage who summoned the fire elemental had already controlled the powerful creature and immediately commanded it to rush upward, like a flying flame that stirred up the grains of sand that stood in its way. The second mage instantly burst the fireball spell and flew straight at the two of them.

Muhadi and the face dancer had a tacit stop and dodged to the sides. The fireball landed on the sand between the two of them, bursting open, rolling up heat and slamming the telemancer from behind. The face dancer rolls and throws a dart at the blasphemer mage who stands in his way.

After the mage had previously performed the group immobilization, he released a mirror shadow spell and conjured nine vivid illusions that were exactly the same as the main body.

However, this magic was useless to experienced face dancers, and the poison dart hit the mage body accurately, without the slightest interference from the mirror image. The blasphemer mage took a dart and trembled like a patient with epilepsy.

Before he could escape the range of the interfering psionic energy, Muhadi was swept up by the heat wave of the explosion, and then rolled down to the sand and turned over. The two golems and the Fire Elemental Elder seemed to see that he was a weaker enemy, and they chased after him, just a few dozen feet away, and the Psychic Warlock could even feel the natural heat of the elemental creatures.

The two blasphemer mages who fell behind cast a portal spell and once again intercepted the two of them. Large patches of sticky cobwebs appeared on the ground, entangled in Muhadi's legs. The situation on the face dancer's side is even worse, the entire space is distorted by the power of magic, and all creatures in the range may be randomly teleported as long as they move, and there is no way to escape.

The stickiness of the magic cobwebs is incomparable to that of nature, which makes it difficult for Muhadi to get rid of it. Those three blasphemer mages must have carried obsidian orbs trapped in their souls, so they could cast spells without worrying about their lack of vitality.

A golem was the first to rush to the Psimancer's side, swinging a bucket-sized fist and shooting down the Psimancer.

Muhadi drew his silver blade, and with a flash of cold light, cut off the golem's hand. The golem had a ballista in its other hand, aiming it at him, and the telemancer saw it with great accuracy, and used his silver blade to unflew the arrows.

This Kisyankee weapon is truly indestructible, Muhadi thought, wondering if it can be used against elemental creatures.

The golem has no life and no pain, and after losing a hand, it continues to attack, raising its right leg and kicking. At the same time, another golem and fire elemental also surrounded him. The flames around the Fire Elemental Elder ignited the cobwebs on the ground and spread to the Psychic Warlock's feet.

Muhadi's boots were also psionic items, but they couldn't be used now. Seeing the flames spread, he could only untie the water bladder from his waist and extinguish the flames on his boots.

Water is life in the desert, but the telemancer has no choice but to drain all of his own water. If you are trapped in the desert in bad weather such as a sandstorm, it will be over in a single breath.

Fortunately, the fire also burned the cobwebs, and when the Fire Elemental Elder waved his arms to attack, Muhadi could dodge in a thrilling way.

As the fire elemental's arms waved within reach, the Psychic Warlock felt that the silk and beard in front of him were set on fire. The heat from the blue flames made him barely breathe, and the golems' assists made the situation even more dangerous.

Muhadi pushed himself to the limit, and even without psionic powers, the Psychic Warlock was not something that a few minions summoned by a mage could easily solve. The long-term exercise of the brain paid off, and with the help of the mental arithmetic ability of the far human being, Muhadi predicted every attack of the golem and the fire elemental, and every time he could not tolerate the deadliest move.

Although the golems have no intelligence, their hand-to-hand combat skills are impeccable, and their strength is heavy, and ordinary people are hit by a broken tendon. As a natural creature, the Fire Elemental Elder has gone through countless years, and his fighting skills are self-evident. Although the onslaught of the Golem and the Elemental just now only had a few breaths, each of their attacks contained four or five variations, and more than ten killers. If you're not careful, the psychic warlock will die.

And when those two mages saw it in their eyes, their hearts were extremely shocked. Although Muhadi dodged the attack to the extreme, he still appeared to be at ease and in danger. The two of them immediately stepped up their spells to make sure that this fierce enemy was killed.

A blasphemer mage casts a dissociation spell, and green balls of light fly towards the psychic sorcerer. The other mage looked directly at the Psychic Warlock and unleashed the Decree Shock.

Muhadi wielded his silver blade and severed one of the clay golem's legs. Taking advantage of the moment when his opponent lost his balance, he dodged and hid behind his opponent's back. Another golem with a severed hand tried to attack with a ballista but was blocked again, and the Fire Elemental Elder's flaming claws slammed into the Golem, looking like it wanted to split the Golem along with the Psychic Warlock.

The Hand of Fire slashed the golem from shoulder to waist in front of it, and the dissociation technique hit the golem's remnants, erasing the inanimate clay from the world. But the Psychic Warlock's silver blade blocked the Fire Elemental Elder's arm, and although it was obviously incorporeal, the creature seemed to let out a silent roar, and even the flames on its body changed color.

The Decree Shock cast by the mage took effect at this moment, and the unsuspecting psychic warlock was overwhelmed by the power of magic, and for a moment his mind went blank, unable to think or move.

The fire elemental cringed when it was hit by the silver blade, but now it was attacked again, and Muhadi couldn't move.

The Psychic Warlock watched as the Flaming Fist approached his head inch by inch, as if he were watching a movie in slow motion. At this moment, he felt not the threat of death, but a familiar throbbing that came from the bottom of his heart.

In this desperate situation, the Primordial Warlock's thinking seed seemed to have awakened a little. The Psychic Warlock didn't like the feeling of being completely controlled, but he couldn't move at all now, and he couldn't even think hard, and there was no way to stop him.

The Fire Elemental Elder had no facial features, but the flames that changed colors were clearly laughing wildly. Laugh, Muhadi thought, and when the primordial warlock comes out, you'll be done.

The unbearable heat and the approaching fist suddenly disappeared, and Muhadi was stunned for a moment, and then the seed of the primordial warlock's mind in his heart also calmed down again. That Fire Elemental Elder suddenly dissipated at the last moment, so the Psychic Warlock was no longer in danger of his life.

While Muhadi was fighting, the face dancer Hediche had already eliminated one of the mages on her side and had come over to reinforce the psychic warlocks. The face dancer turned into the face of the dead mage, causing the mage who summoned the fire elemental to let his guard down and react half a beat slower. Then she raised her level to the point where an afterimage appeared, flashing the opponent's Bigobi talisman and approaching the mage's neck.

Stone skin can withstand damage but not oxygen, and the desperate mage tries to create a flame shield. But it didn't succeed because it couldn't cast the spell normally. The face dancer strangled the unfortunate mage with force from behind.

As soon as the mage died, the magic power that restrained the summoned creatures dissipated, and the fire elemental elder was naturally pulled back to the fire elemental plane by the laws between the planes, and he could not continue to attack, and the psychic warlock was able to escape.

Even without psionic powers, the face dancer is a deadly killer. With her Hidden Blade and poison arrows, Häticher fights the guards who have slain them from the Outpost. At the same time, the attention of the last mage fell on her.

The twin moons and the stars watched the battle, pale light falling through a few streaks of clouds. The first guard to charge at the face dancer was struck in the center of the eyebrow with a throwing knife, and died ten feet from her feet. "I'm sorry. During the battle, she said with ease, as if she was not killing, but as easily as removing the head that blocked her eyes.

The second guard, wielding a double-headed stone axe, roared and pressed forward. The female assassin flashed the axe with her short body, then quickly slashed open his stomach with a quick approach. The man fell, and his roar turned into a wail. "I'm sorry. Hediche turned and met another soldier behind her. The Hidden Blade plunged into the gaps in the pointed helmet, revealing the gaps in his eyes, and he collapsed in a pool of his own blood. "I'm sorry. ”

The face dancer kills and sends his dying blessings. "I'm sorry!" another body fell. "I'm sorry. "Only one breath. One of the pursuers' horses was frightened mad by the blood and the killing, and the men stood up, their hooves kicked wildly, and they howled in panic...... I'm sorry.

The guards fell, and the blasphemer mage pulled out a scroll and began to chant it quickly. A huge amount of magical power is extracted, forged by the will of the mage, and ready to go.

On the other side, Muhadi wielded a silver blade, leaving deep sword marks on the chest of the severed golem. The Gisyankee weapon let out a strange whine as it swung it, like a happy moan. The sword was laughing, Muhati thought, and the thought made him laugh too. I can't be less timid than a sword, he thought, wondering if he should also shout some slogans while fighting.

Suddenly, there was a terrifying scream centered on the blasphemer mage. The voice was so bitter, so angry, so wild, that everyone couldn't help but stop, cover their ears, and kneel on the ground to resist the pervasive magic sound.

The sound swept across the sand, echoing between heaven and earth, endlessly, without beginning and end. No, it's not a sound!! Muhadi fell to one knee, leaning his weight on his sword, struggling to think. This is a magical attack that directly targets the soul, and even if you plug your ears and cut off the auditory nerve, it won't help.

It is as if it is pierced by thousands of steel needles, and it seems to be crushed by thousands of pounds. The Psychic Warlock fell to his knees, grasping the hilt of his sword in one hand and the sand in the other, praying that the seemingly endless torment would soon end. However, the severed hand golem was not affected by the banshee's howling magic, and still attacked on its own.

The Rock Golem kicked the Psychic Warlock away, and the latter rolled twice in the air before falling back to the ground. Muhadi felt several broken ribs on one side of his body, and the broken bones were inserted into the lobes of his lungs, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth with each breath.

The golem didn't give up the pursuit, and it used the ballista hand to point at the telemagician. The bolt passed through the robes, undergarments, through the muscles, through the guts, and then from the other side, bringing out a cloud of blood mist.

The Banshee's howl spell was finally over, and the Psychic Warlock looked down to see a thick shaft of an arrow exposed beyond his abdomen, bleeding profusely.

This is stupid, this is the only thought of Muhadi at this time, I am afraid that it is second only to the appearance of an arrow passing through the left and right cheeks when participating in the arrow biting ceremony.

Where's the face dancer?, the psychic mancer wondered again, why couldn't he hear her voice.

In the distance, in the sand, the bodies of the guards chased by the trading post lay down. Some could be seen bleeding, while others looked like they weren't hurt at all. Obviously, the blasphemer mage's magic attacked everyone in the area, killing many of the guards who came close. Wouldn't it, thought the Psychic Warlock, that would be the end of the Assassins?

It was not his turn to worry about the fate of others, and the golem rushed up again.

The Primordial Warlock's mind seed was ready to break through the restraints and take over Muhadi's body at any moment. Although the Psychic Warlock had suffered many wounds, he didn't want to give up so soon, and he planned to fight hard one last time.

The blade of the silver blade reflected the cold moonlight like flowing mercury. The psychic mancer gripped the hilt of his sword as hard as he could, raising his sword to face the golem.

"You can ignore the pain, psychic warlock, but you can't ignore the damage!" Seeing that both of them had fallen to the ground, the mage finally broke the silence and spoke. The amplified voice could be heard in the distance.

While taunting al-Muhadi, the blasphemer did not forget to deal with the Assassin threat once and for all. He used his magic to extract the life force of that vast area, preparing to kill the face dancer literally. The reason why he didn't use the plastic fireball lightning was because he also wanted to seize the Assassin's equipment. The strange devices made by Khorazmi were a great attraction to curious mages.

As the golem's huge body moved, the ground shook slightly. Muhadi struggled to overcome the vertigo caused by the blood loss, straightened up, and faced the strong enemy.

This time the golem didn't intend to stop at all, ready to kill the psychic warlock directly. And the latter suddenly turned aside at the last moment, avoiding the impact.

This almost killed Muhadi, the broken bone in his chest cavity bruised his lungs, and the wound left by the arrow on his waist was still bleeding. But the Psychic Warlock managed to get around the side of the Golem, and was in front of the back of an unsuspecting enemy.

The Banshee's howl magic reminded Muhadi that the golems were not affected by such spells, as they had no souls at all, and were combat tools similar to those of the earth's mechs. Since it is a combat machine without the ability to think, it must receive orders from its master, which determines that although the golem looks like a large stone, it must still receive it

"Organs".

Golems are not something that can be controlled with a single thought, and Muhadi knew that some mages would lend their golems to others to use, and those people could command the golems with their voices even if they were not mages.

If golems can hear sounds, how does their sense of hearing come about? Do they see with their eyes? How do bodies made of dirt and rock not use nerves to transmit signals?

At this point, Muhadi had a bold guess that the golem was similar to summoned creatures such as fire, but it also relied on magic to sustain itself. Once the magic fails, it falls apart like that fire elemental elder. The only difference is that the magic of the golem is constant, while the summoned creature is only temporarily maintained.

The Kisyankee Silver Sword in his hand had a certain ability to contact magic, and the Psychic Warlock had used it to break a mage's magic shield. Muhadi intended to attack the center of the Golem's body from behind, which was where it was most likely to sustain its magic.

As Muhadi thrust the silver blade into the golem's body from behind, he felt his heartbeat seem to slow down and become unreal. Then, the huge dirt puppet trembled uncontrollably, and then collapsed and disintegrated.

The Psychic Warlock's guess was incorrect, but it was close enough that this last attempt was a complete success.

Muhadi felt exhausted and collapsed. As a result, the golem had used up the last of his strength. Now he just wants to lie down on the sand and rest.

The blasphemer mage's mocking laughter came to an abrupt end as the Meggiot lizard that appeared as a dancer suddenly slammed into him from behind. Just as the mage's attention was drawn to the lizard, the face dancer who had lost his sight suddenly appeared. The folding crossbow unleashed ferocious fire, destroying the mage's stone skin technique.

The blasphemer mage released a multicolored ball to immobilize the lizard, but the Assassin's attack caught him off guard. Hiding behind the banshee's howl magic, Hedioche finally seized the mage's chance to let her guard down and turned into a blurred shadow to kill her enemies.

The Hidden Blade stabbed into the mage's throat, but only hit the air. At the last minute, the Blasphemer chose to use teleportation to escape.

The few remaining guards in the trading post were afraid that the mage would use some kind of large-scale destructive spell, so they had already hid far away. It was then that they saw that the mage had fled, and they re-encircled him. The face dancer whistled to summon the Megilot lizard, leaped on its back, and ran over to pull the telemancer from the sand.

"I warned you not to cause trouble!" said Hediche angrily, placing Muhati on the lizard's back.

"You forgot to warn them not to cause trouble. Muhati was weak, but replied anyway.

The face dancer looked at the psychic mancer's wound, the crossbow still stuck in the latter's stomach. "If you don't have an hourglass, you'll be seriously injured. Talking less can hold on a little more. ”

The lizard ran with a lot of bumps, and if it weren't for the psychic mancer's lack of pain, he would have fainted from the bone spurs in the lobes of his lungs. "I don't think it's a big problem, I can't die, someone doesn't want me to die. ”

"If you're referring to me, you'll have to think again. The Assassin denied it dismissively. "The employer himself is stupid, and I am not obligated to save him. ”

"Unfortunately, I'm referring to something old. "I don't think he'll come out." ”

Muhadi said this without a head, and the face dancer could not understand it, and frowned.

The Megilot lizard was running fast, and the pursuers at the trading post seemed unable to catch up, much to the relief of the telemancer. At this time, he appeared, having killed two mages, a golem, and a dozen soldiers, and the face dancer did not seem to be injured at all.

It's so strong. Muhadi exclaimed that it would be nice if there was a way to replicate the fighting skills in the human mind.

"There is a pastor in the city of Ram. Seeing that no one was chasing her, Hedicher also relaxed a little and said to Muhathir. "Ankara is here to serve the Lord of Fire Elemental, and he may have a way to heal your wounds. ”

"Sounds good. Naturally, the Psychic Warlock had no objection to this. "I hope there are no more dangers on the road. ”

"Your hopes have been dashed. Suddenly, a loud voice rang out all around.

"Who?" Hedicher immediately raised her guard and raised her folding crossbow.

"Your doomsday. The voice of the Great Psychic Warlock Lasgu appeared in the air and said excitedly.

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