Muhadi friends.

The message begins with Fahd's tone. And if this is indeed his own handwriting, then Muhadi will have to admit that Fahd has a beautiful handwriting. The smooth flower shape is not at all obvious that it was written by a strong desert warrior.

Go to Kulesum, the boss of the Crystal Spider, and tell him that "the goods have been received".

So far, it's normal, but the rest of the part is puzzling.

When it's dark and sunny, be careful.

The area of the lizardskin paper was limited, so Braille was written on both sides, and Fahd left no further explanation. What is a "Crystal Spider"? Be careful when it's dark, what does that mean?

Since the mission was not in a hurry, the leading Kareem team marched at night and rested during the day to reduce water consumption.

Does that mean I should be careful when I rest on the road? Is he just a kind reminder, or does he have accurate information? If it's the latter, why not alert the rest of the tribe?

Muhadi had no clue about this, and took a chance to ask Karim, the leader, about the route this time. The old elf only told him that the route this time was absolutely foolproof. The decision was made improvised by Chief Abiad in the morning, and the caravan had been prepared early, and it was possible to leave a few days earlier, or a few days later, and it was impossible for the rival tribes to estimate the exact time.

The route forward was impromptu by the lead Karim as he walked. To get to Tyre, you need to resupply three times along the way, but it is not necessary to resupply there. Although Atas is arid, the underground water near Tyre is quite abundant, and there are many oases and settlements around it, and caravans and passers-by can get food and water in one of them. In this way, even if it was known that the envoys of the Scorpion tribe were going to Tyre, it was impossible to guess the route.

In this way, Muhadi chose to keep the information left by Fahd secret. Rashly suing Old Man Sù Karim may not have any effect, but it will definitely offend Fahd. This is the kind of thing that Muhathir doesn't want to do.

Of course, he still played twelve points of vigilance along the way, and even when he was repairing during the day, he never slackened. Fortunately, this body is still quite adaptable, and the spirit that has undergone spiritual training can hold it up.

The elves who accompanied the envoy were more optimistic, not thinking that anyone would dare to surprise them, and this feeling gradually deepened as they approached Tyr day by day. However, out of their instinct as warriors, they still carefully select and set up camps, and when they rest during the day, they will also arrange enough scouts and secret sentinels, vigilantly watching for suspicious movements around them.

After a few days of worry, the group passed by an oasis and a small fortress run by a merchant family, and twice replenished supplies. Seeing that Tyre was only a short distance away, and that it could be achieved in one day without moving forward at full speed, everyone's interest became even higher, as if this mission was half successful.

Muhadi curled up and crawled under a yellow cloth sprinkled with sand. Even if you observe it from a close distance, you can only see a pair of alert eyes scanning the surroundings back and forth, and from a distance, there is no trace of it, completely integrated with the surrounding desert.

On this day, it happened to be Muhadi's turn to serve as a secret sentinel. Old man Karim and a dozen other elves have set up a makeshift camp on a large rock jutting out of the sand, which is being repaired. Two elven scouts were sent to roam around three or four miles away, and two outposts were placed at a distance of an arrow from the camp (referring to the maximum range of a bow and arrow when using a standard arrow, a Turkish bow on Earth can shoot 845.5 meters away with a special arrow, and the maximum recorded for a standard arrow is 55o meters). The effective range of the Elven Bow is 35o, which is about the same as the Big-Pound Mongolian Bow).

The Dark Whistle was a chore, with temperatures over forty degrees Celsius and surface temperatures reaching nearly seventy degrees Celsius under the scorching sun of Attas. Even with a cloth on top of his head and under his body, it wasn't much better, just slightly down to a level that could barely be tolerated by the intelligent beings of Atas.

The people in the camp are much happier, they have built tents, and there are carpets under them that can be insulated, which is much cooler than the outside. This is the case in the desert, where the temperature difference between the shade and the outside can be more than a dozen degrees due to the extremely low humidity.

Sweat was left drops behind, if it was still the body of the previous earthling, it would definitely not be able to stand it a long time ago, Muhadi thought to himself. When he first crossed over to Attas, he almost died in the heat and dryness of the place. Later, it seemed that I had experienced something, and I suddenly adapted a lot, but I can't remember what I experienced at all.

There's one last day, hold on, be sure to hold on. Muhadi said to himself, continuing to use the Psychic Warlock's method to control his emotions, always on his guard.

The surroundings seemed to be normal, and there was not even a shadow of a ghost. The rising heat makes the distant scenery flutter as if hypnotic.

With the help of synaesthesia, Muhadi was not only able to pay attention to his surroundings with his eyes, but his skin was also keenly aware of the vibrations of the sand, and anyone who approached him would have noticed it.

Time passed little by little, the orange sun climbed to the apex of the sky, the shadows of objects shrank shorter and shorter, and the boy became more and more sleepy.

Just as he cursed the sun again, a regular tremor passed through his skin.

It's not like footsteps, the interval of vibrations is not static, but long and short, like a kind of eerie music. Muhadi had encountered Shajiao, but it was obviously not a signal that Shajiao was approaching, and the Shajiao was loud and monotonous as it moved under the sand.

What's more, the vibration point does not seem to have moved. Teenagers learned about the Doppler effect in middle school and learned that wavelengths change with the relative position of sound sources.

Just as Muhadi wondered whether he should sound the warning, the vibration suddenly disappeared as if it had never been there.

What the hell is going on? The boy remembered Fahd's warning and immediately became alert. Press the handle of the scimitar with one hand.

After a brief lull, a strange vibration sounded again, this time clearly felt coming from another direction, but the frequency and rhythm of the vibration were almost identical.

Muhadi realized that this could never be a natural phenomenon, that it must be some kind of monster, or some kind of "man". He immediately got up and decided to warn him, even if he was scolded afterwards for making a fuss, he must not lose his life because of carelessness.

"Kaka Ka Ka Lili Lim Mumm—" Muhadi shouted in a long voice in the direction of the camp, "Yes--East-West-"

Before he could finish his words, suddenly two short figures jumped up from under the sand, whistling like him!

More figures emerged from the ground near the camp, no more than five feet tall, wearing only tattered animal skins, and their faces and bodies were painted with terrifying zigzag lines. The group of eccentrics roared and howled and whistled towards Muhadi, towards the well-groomed elves in the camp. They held short bone knives in their hands, and large yellow, untidy teeth protruded from their mouths.

"Halfling Desert Raider!" a shout could be heard from the direction of the camp in the distance, like the voice of the old elf Karim. Muhadi swung his sword away from one of the halflings who pounced on him, keeping an eye on Karim's movements. "Fight separately and break through separately!"

It seemed that in just an instant, these halflings who had lurked under the sand by unknown methods had slaughtered the elves' camp. As if completely unaffected by the heat, they jumped, fluttered, and roared strangely, cooperating with each other to knock down the much taller elven warriors. Their martial arts are extremely bizarre, never staying in one position for more, but using tumbling and jumping heavily. Suddenly to the left, suddenly to the right, it is difficult to judge, and a little farther away, some halflings are bent on their waists, using blow arrows to attack parts that are not covered by the elves' armor.

Faced with the two halfling warriors in front of him, Muhadi chose to show his psionic powers.

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