Muhadi was noncommittal, "Fighting and killing have wonderful powers, which can turn boys into men and slaves into warriors." Isn't it a fairy proverb that men, like women, are reborn after the first sight of blood?"

"What a diligent scholar, I wonder why you're so interested in the culture of the elves, are all psychic warlocks so studious?" she said, keeping her eyes fixed on the boy. "Or are you one of the more special?"

"I'm the protagonist of my own life, just as others are the protagonist of their own lives, that's the only thing I can affirm. "I guess everyone is special, in their own way." ”

"You sound more and more like a Singer, haven't you considered leaving Tyre to officially become a Singer of the Tribe?I promise you, when I become a chief, I will be able to do this, and with my support you will be the greatest of all the Singers of all the Elven tribes. Mothers will name their newborn children after you, expecting them to inherit your courage. Girls will imagine the person in their arms as you when their lover enters them. Even thousands of years from now, your name will be woven into the fire song, and a new generation of elves will grow up listening to your deeds. ”

I have my own way of making my mark on history, the teenager thought, and none of these are what I chase. "It sounds appealing, but it's a difficult project to come true. Muhadi tilted his head, "Your brother also longs for the position of chief, and he is listening to our conversation." ”

Hearing this, Fahd squeezed out a wry smile. "Ah, a tempting proposition indeed. But I think you underestimate the ambitions of our Muhadi friend, who by his very nature will not allow him to settle for a tribal chant. Maybe a stronger person can force him to do something involuntary, but I'm sorry that you're not that more powerful person. ”

"What do you know about power?Fahd?" Fatumah waved his hand triumphantly, "Now that I have twice as many men as yours, even if I make another push, I can defeat you without suspense." Not to mention that scimitars and muscles are not the only strengths, there is a stronger connection between me and Muhadi, you guy will not understand. ”

Fahd regained his usual chic expression and said with a smile, "Time will tell, sister, and then you will understand who is on the right side." ”

After the battle, when searching the battlefield, the elves showed that the mage of the Crazy Horse tribe had several broken crystals on his body. The elves didn't quite know what it was, but Muhadi looked closely and guessed the real name of the thing, the Soul Crystal.

Since casting spells on Atas requires the extraction of life energy, some evil blasphemer mages kill some of them in normal times, imprisoning their souls in order to provide energy when casting spells. Since that mage can possess some soul crystals, at least his attainments in necromantic spells are definitely not low, and maybe he has some hidden hands or something. Occupying the Crazy Horse tribe's lair may not be as smooth sailing as the elves imagined.

In order to prevent a sneak attack, or some monster in the desert to cause trouble, at all times, there are more than twenty scouts around the army to reconnoiter the situation. The night passed, but nothing unusual.

Under normal circumstances, the elves do not rush during the day. But now, in order to prevent the Crazy Horse tribe from escaping, they have to travel for a while during the day. In this case, in order to save water. Each elven warrior took a sip of water in his mouth, did not swallow it, and then breathed only through his nose. This allows the exhaled air to be moistened first, which prevents the inhalation of dry air from bringing out the water from the lungs, and ensures that the body fluids are not wasted.

Three hourglasses after the sun had risen, the group had approached the location of an oasis. The elves had planned to repair and replenish their water at the same time. However, before Muhadi and his party could reach the oasis, the two scouts turned back, looking panicked.

"Fahd!" said an older-looking scout, dressed in a grayish-yellow robe and covering half of his face with a turban. Due to the hot weather, sweat ran down his cheeks and wet his bandana. The horse he was riding looked very tired, and as soon as he stopped, he gasped for breath, and large drops of red sweat oozed from his shoulders.

"Speak slowly, friend. Fahd motioned for the other party to calm down, "Could it be that you have encountered a desert giant centipede earlier?" Or are there people from other tribes who want to take advantage of the fire to rob?"

"It's the water source!" the scout said in alarm, his tone mixed with indignation. "The Crazy Horses have destroyed the Oasis's water!"

The elf was in a hurry, and his words could not help but be confused, but after listening to them for a while, everyone understood what was going on.

It turned out that when the two scouts saw the oasis, they stepped forward to reconnoiter first, so as not to set up an ambush by their opponents. As a result, when I arrived in the oasis, it was stinking and disgusting. The two elves cautiously reached the small pond in the center of the oasis, and immediately realized that something was wrong. The pond of the original oasis was inhabited by some amphibian reptiles endemic to the desert, but all the animals in the pond were seen floating, floating on the water, their bellies turned over on it, apparently dead.

The two elven scouts then searched carefully, and in addition to a few traps that had been set up recently, they also found a cloth bag soaked in the water. When I opened it, there were dozens of fat scorpion tails inside, and the water in the pond had been polluted by scorpion venom.

In the desert, not being able to find water supplies is more terrible than anything else. Although the elves of the Scorpion tribe considered that the Crazy Horse tribe would migrate to avoid the front of the army, they did not think that the other party would dare to poison all the oases on the road. You know, it's impossible for the elves to bring no water at all, and if you want to delay the elven troops, you can't poison all the oases along the way, and it's not enough to poison just one or two oases.

But the water source in these deserts is also the lifeblood of the desert. Countless travelers, caravans rely on the water provided by these oases to cross the desert. Such a large-scale destruction of water sources is tantamount to declaring war on all the surrounding tribes and merchant families, which can be said to be extremely rare in tribal warfare.

This is not easy to do, without water, no matter how powerful the army is, it will lose its combat effectiveness. There was still a long way to go to the Crazy Horse tribe, and the elves were barely enough to cross this distance. If there is a slight delay on the road, such as a sandstorm or an attack, then the samurai will be tormented by thirst. No matter how weak the Crazy Horse's lair is, it is still possible to clean up a team without water in the desert.

"We can't stop. After listening to the scout's report, Fatoumah's mood became very bad, and he just repeated, "We must not stop!

"If the Crazy Horse people run away, we won't be able to help them. Fahd frowned, "If they hire some adventurers in other city-states to wreak havoc, it will be a real headache." But more importantly, if the Crazy Horse runs away, then who will take revenge on Chief Abiad?"

Muhadi didn't want to speak, his desert survival skills were not as good as those of the native Atas nomads. But seeing several people staring at him with strange eyes, he had to speak hard.

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