The dark red sun hung high in the sky, wreaking havoc on its might. *.* The attacker seemed to run out of strength, chose to trim in the heat, and quietly waited for the moment to counterattack.

Inside the city walls, the morale of the people was high, and the appearance of new cannons gave everyone a little confidence in defeating the enemy. Perhaps, the enemy will retreat after all, the pedestrian whispered, and could not hold back the joy in his heart. The leaders of the vassal tribes breathed a sigh of relief, as if congratulating themselves on the right choice.

But the war is not over, and the appearance of calm is as fragile and short-lived as the gap before the storm.

Muhadi chose to return to his old room in the Crystal Spider, victory was still far away, he knew. Now he must rest, recuperate from the exhaustion of his brain, and cope with the more brutal battles.

The owner of the casino, Kulesum, still runs the old entertainment establishment, but there is a sign hanging at the door that the soldiers are half price. He was not surprised to see Muhadi returning, "What a coincidence, your old friend is waiting for you." He said.

"Who?" Muhadi asked rhetorically, then probing the surroundings with psionic energy. "It's her. ”

"Exactly. Kulesum smiled understandingly and nodded.

Muhati hurried past the people who had come to the casino to have fun, and even ran into a waiter with a cup. Coming to the room where he was staying, "Aisha!" he shouted excitedly.

The female psychic had sensed Muhadi's arrival a long time ago, and she tilted her head sideways and grinned. "I see you, on the battlefield. ”

"Brave enough," Muhadi said unfastening the belt around his waist, unsheathing his sword, and boasting, "like a warrior?"

"Like a young fool. The girl smiled serenely. "But silly cute. ”

"Your strength has grown, I can feel it. If I used to feel like an oil lamp to you, now it's like a torch. Muhati congratulated him on some of the different qualities in him.

"You too, I feel it. Aisha said, "Do you want to know what I've been doing all this time?"

"Did you go back to your tribe? Or did you go to Master Lyra?"

Aisha patted the carpet beside her with her hand, "Sit down and say, this story is not short. ”

Muhadi sat cross-legged and listened, his eyes slowly widening as he listened. "You mean, you went to the Atki Psychic Guild's residence?"

"Of course, you can greatly improve your strength there, and I promise you, you should go there too. And the scenery there is unexpectedly magnificent, with aurora borealis stretching across the sky, and a real lake. The girl swore a promise, and then she asked. "What about you, did you get rid of that elven woman of yours?"

Muhati suddenly felt a little distressed, "Well, this one, it doesn't seem to be yet." ”

Aisha looked at Muhati as if reading his expression. "You are no longer a slave, there are no oaths that bind you. You can kill her. Psychic warlocks don't relent, so why can't you do it?

"In the desert, after all, she saved me. ”

"Enslaved you. ”

"I could have died in the depths of the desert. Muhadi defended.

"You might also die while the elves are fighting. Aisha pointed out bluntly, "You were saved, and you swore to risk your life to defend your tribe." That's enough, what right does she have to enslave you?"

Muhadi did not answer, and Aisha pursued. "You're human, and she's an elf. Do you understand how big the gap is?"

It can't be any bigger than the difference between Earth and Atas. Muhadi thought secretly, but did not reveal it.

"How many humans have died under the arrows with pointed ears, how many human babies have been dug out and pecked by the birds?" Aisha reminded him, "and how many tragedies have been caused by humans to the elves?"

"You can pretend to get along with them and try to be tolerant and understanding of this qiē. But you can't fool yourself, the psychic mancers are too smart, and you always know in your heart that you are different. There are already too many discriminated half-elves or half-humans in this world, and you don't need to create another one. ”

Humans call human-elf hybrids half-elves, and elves call such hybrids half-humans, both emphasizing the other-racial side of the child. Muhathir remembered the words of the half-elf female adventurer with whom he had adventured a long time ago. Mixed-race people are alien to both races and suffer double discrimination.

"Psychic warlocks, don't be obsessed with racial opinions. Muhathir tried to tell. "Aren't we the world's strangers ourselves?"

"That's different!" said Aisha. "Thought makes us different from the mundane, and blood makes the elves different from us. For most people, the mind is ethereal and insignificant. Bloodline is important and should not be taken lightly. And the most of them in the world are such people. ”

"If it's just to take care of the opinions of the majority, then wouldn't I be a philistine who goes with the flow?"

"If you only think about your own thoughts, then you will become a megalomaniacal maniac. ”

"The crazier the Psychic Warlock, the stronger it gets!"

"The stronger the madman, the more he will hurt himself!"

There was an awkward silence as Muhati tried to convince the other party, but could not find a suitable reason. The two stared at each other with wide eyes for a long time, and in the end, it was the girl who showed weakness first and took care of his self-esteem.

"I heard that you were in Baider and killed a lot of people. Aisha spoke again, talking about what had happened before.

"Enough, I'm not going to kill these people as an elven warrior. I'm here for ......," Muhati paused suddenly, "...... To do this for the sake of power, I must please the tribe and at the same time Tyr. ”

"I didn't mean to say that about you," Aisha shook her head, "I've heard that you burst with great power. Countless times more than the usual you. ”

How did she know this? Muhati thought, probably from hearsay from others, that there were scorpion spirits in the city, and no mortal could keep it a secret from a psychic man. "You're right, but I don't understand what's going on. ”

"So, which one do you think?" asked the girl.

"What do you mean?" Muhadi wondered, "I don't quite understand. ”

"Which one are you?" asked the Psychomancer again. "'You' is the up-and-coming psychic warlock in front of me, who occasionally goes berserk and becomes extremely powerful. Or is it that powerful psychic warlock from Bader, who is usually in a deep sleep in his heart? Who's the mask of whom? Which one is true and which one is false?"

Muhadi didn't say a word and fell into thought.

The girl seems to be naturally attentive, and she asks unrelentingly. "You said you had amnesia, did you ever think that you might not have had amnesia at all?"

"What do you say?"

"Maybe, maybe it's your schizophrenia. As Aisha said this, she carefully watched Muhadi's expression, as if she was afraid of provoking him. "Among psychic manlocks, this is very common, either active or passive. Maybe you don't have amnesia at all, but when you are trapped in the desert, you are tormented by hallucinations and a new personality is born. And your old personality falls asleep, only to awaken once in a while. The new personality does not remember the past, because he did not exist at that time. But your memory is not lost, it is stored in the old man's personality. ”

Muhadi was very sure that he had traveled through time and occupied the current body. Listening to Aisha say this, it seems that her body is her own, but it doesn't completely belong to herself. It kind of scared him.

Could it be that even the earth is fake? Is it just an illusion or a false memory? Muhadi suddenly came to this thought, the environment created by Lyra is said to be able to control a person for thousands of years, and the illusion of twenty years is not impossible to realize.

No way, the psychic denied his opinion. Some people may be able to create illusions that last for tens of millions of years, but it is impossible to perfectly construct a logically self-consistent world like the earth.

"I feel that the real me is the me in front of you, because I am the one who dominates my body. "Really, Muhadi can't help but wonder why you can't control yourself, when that 'me' comes out.

"Are you sure?" said Aisha's eyes wide.

Muhati nodded, not very resolutely. "There is a huge loophole in your theory, if the old me is really so strong, then the desert can't trap me, and I won't be tormented by hallucinations. ”

"Sometimes people torture themselves, you're a psychic mancer, you know. ”

"Self-harm is not mine. ”

The girl changed the subject, "Are you going to continue fighting?"

"Of course, why do you ask. Muhathir replied as a matter of course.

"Because I think you're weird, you don't seem to be assertive. It's smart, but you don't have a strong motivation, you don't have that sense of mission that is always there. Why are you involved in this mess of Tyr?" she continued, "There are paranoid people who are crazy about power, some for power, some for identity, and some who only care about their own safety. You fought for the Horde, worked for Tyr, and joined the Great Psychic Warlock's companions. What is the purpose of your heart?"

My original purpose was to live. Muhadi remembers the time when he first traveled, but when did he start to change his mind?

Maybe it was a conversion from when he went to Lyra to learn psionic powers, Muhadi thought. "To live. ”

"In order to live, you shouldn't meddle in things. Wouldn't it be better to hide and secretly sharpen your psionic abilities?"

"Maybe for me, if I don't get a little new knowledge, see a little new thing, and meet a new person every day, I won't live this day. Muhadi said without hesitation, "Besides, since I was transformed by Lyra, I have not felt the joy of food and music, pleasure and games." The thrill of brushing shoulders with death made me feel a little ...... The feeling of being alive. ”

"It's called self-harm, you're resisting dissociation. Aisha said with wide eyes. (Dissociative state is a proper term in modern psychology, which is when people are under a lot of psychological pressure, they will make themselves numb, hoping to ignore the pain, but numbness also makes people lose the feeling of being alive.) Dissociative states are one of the main triggers of self-harm, and extreme pain can reawaken the feeling of being alive. "The after-effects of Lyra's transformation. "I've embraced the makeover, but I'm not becoming like you. ”

"Maybe I'm adventurous by nature, I like excitement. Muhadi sued her. "Shouldn't all men travel everywhere, it's a shame to die in the bed of your hometown. ”

"Muhadi. ”

"What's wrong. The Psychic Warlock was puzzled.

She said in a voice that was almost exclusively audible, "You're either a big liar or you're a fool." ”

Muhati seemed amused, "What about you? You are also in Tyre, you could have escaped." ”

The girl blushed a little and shook her head. "Rest, you need to concentrate. ”

The two of them meditated together, occasionally exchanging a few words about how to use their abilities. With her, Muhadi felt like time was passing quickly.

For the next few days, the fighting erupted sporadically over a wide area between the large sand dunes and the city walls. The attacker used all possible means to find holes in the defense. They used fast-moving cavalry and summoned creatures as cannon fodder, trying to find dead spots in the cannon and the frequency of firing. Use spells to reverse the shield in an attempt to resist shelling. The blasphemer mages shrunk the boulder with shrinkage and then grabbed it with the mage's hand and threw it onto the wall. When the shrunken boulder reaches the target, it will regain its original size and smash violently on the defenders.

However, even one attempt proved futile, and the magic cannon could not be countered by the anti-magic stance or spell reversal ability, and everyone who did so became part of the white glass. Every day, badly wounded coalition soldiers are thrown to death in the sand, and their screams never stop every day. Even a large number of scavenging birds were attracted to it, waiting every day to peck at the wounded soldiers who were waiting to die. Maggots crawled in and out of the dead horse's hollow eye sockets, and crow-like birds poked their heads into the rider's remnants and eviscerated their bodies. Some of the bodies had been cut in half by the shelling, and they had turned white and white, and all the blood had been steamed.

The guards on the walls laughed loudly at these attacks, and they stood at the top of the wall every day to pee underneath them, with the utmost contempt. Some soldiers came up with fresh ideas, and they stood on the walls and shot the wounded soldiers who came close, and made bets on them.

The defenders were not completely without losses, and in order to maintain the pressure, people were constantly sent out to harass the coalition forces. Muhadi also led his men on several expeditions and successfully killed many enemies. Selim trained the boys quite well, and they were brave enough to die humming a war song.

Aisha volunteered to join Muhadi's team, and at the time of the battle, her place was next to Muhadi.

Every warrior has something to gain, and Muhadi himself has accumulated ten levels and can call himself a great warrior. In addition, there are a lot of equipment stripped from the corpse, metal weapons, armor, and some valuable ornaments, which are worth about a few hundred gold coins. Unfortunately, no other magic items have been reproduced.

The ring that restored his life force was a great help to Muhadi, and as long as he did not die on the spot, he could always struggle back from the line of life and death.

The patience of the Witch Kings was gradually exhausted, and one by one their minions were killed in the desert. And within Tyre, the Guardians are also gathering strength. Shatiri knows that her secret weapon can only be used once, and if it fails to alert the Witch King, it will be doomed.

The decisive battle is imminent.

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