Fahd hid the corpses, and the psychic warlock teleported them back to his room with his abilities. Muhadi instructed the Dhara servants to bring up their meals, and then ordered them not to disturb them.

The corpse was decorated with a variety of metal ornaments, including his iron and stone armbands and silver jade armbands. Deca Sulis seemed to have mixed feelings when she saw this scene. The caster's body was strong, and his hands were so thick that Fahd had to cut off his fingers in order to remove the ring from his hand. Eventually, the dentures of the deceased were knocked out.

The servants served the meal, and the Mistara cuisine was exquisite, consisting mainly of a variety of fish and vegetarian dishes, with many spicy spices, which tasted unique. The Psychic saves some of the best abilities and prepares to bring them back to the Psychomancer and the Elven Maiden.

The amount of food was so large that it was almost overwhelming for both the Psychic Warlock and Fahd. The harsh desert life of Atas has made the Atas extremely adept at starving. Even a very small amount of food can fill your stomach. The Mistara feast was so extravagant that the two of them ate almost casually. Deca Sulis looked at the Psychic Warlock and the Elf in confusion, wondering why the two men had barely eaten.

"As you said earlier, you are a scholar and travel to and from all planes. Noticing the other party's gaze, Muhathir asked the rescued woman by the way. "Then you must have a spell for plane teleportation and plane call. ”

"You want me to open a portal back to Athas?" the woman shook her head. "I can't do it, this spell is too difficult. I can only travel to and from the realms through Guò Seal City, and I have not prepared for that spell, my spell book ......"

Before she could finish, Muhadi interrupted her. "It doesn't matter, then you always have a spell that can communicate in planes, right?"

This time Deca Sulis nodded affirmatively, "I can try." ”

"Won't that attract unwanted attention?" said Fahd, worried. "If the servants outside show signs of spell casting, such as withered vegetation, dead ants, etc., will they be suspicious?"

"It's just a simple communication spell, how can those visions appear?" Deca Sulis was puzzled, and she said cautiously, as if she was afraid that her answer would make the elf lose face and be angry.

"But don't you need to drain the life force around you when you cast a spell?" Fahd asked rhetorically, feeling a little strange. "How else do you cast a spell?"

"I've never been exposed to spells that require life force drain to cast, maybe the Pale Lord or the Warlock have such abilities, but I don't know at all. Deca Sullith said. "Why do you think my spells consume life?"

"I thought all spells were draining life force. Now it seems that maybe only Athas is like this?" Fahd said curiously. "Muhadi, do you know what's going on?"

"It's just me...... I'm saying that only Attas's spells now need to drain life force as a source of mana, and other worlds have spellcasting rules from other worlds. Perhaps in Mistara, magic took on another form. The Psychic Warlock explained cautiously.

After this episode, Deca Sulis cast a spell under the guidance of Muhadi to contact Malik, the witch king of Ankara. The latter's voice was transmitted to the room, accompanied by loud noises such as the sound of a bar's mouth and the odd instruction of "this is not okay, change the spice".

Muhadi snorted, and the Sultan immediately responded. "It turned out to be you, my master. I'm sure you're back in Athas?" said the Witch King in a greasy voice, always looking respectful in front of Muhadi.

"No, but I've come to this companion planet in the same orbit as Athas, and I've come into contact with the inhabitants of this place. Muhathir said. "They are a very unique people, with a large population and a very different culture. ”

The Witch King asked the question that was of most concern to everyone. "As you see, Master, is that world a potential for immigrants, is it habitable?"

"This self-proclaimed Mistara world is crowded with Cheng dù far beyond my wildest imagination, full of people, and not much ownerless land. And the people here are extremely hostile to the Atas, as well as the native gods. It is almost impossible for us to settle here peacefully. The Psychic Warlock said. "But luckily, the natural environment here is a hundred times better than that of Attas. Hundreds of crops can be grown on the ground, non-aggressive livestock roam the fields, there are countless metal deposits, and water falls from the sky!"

"That's enough. The Witch King said. "As long as the world is habitable, I don't care if the locals choose to resist or whatever. Our immigration program can begin. ”

"Speaking of immigration," Muhadi asked. "Has your magic ship been repaired?"

Malik Sultan's tone showed a bit of helplessness, "How can it be repaired in such a short time?" But the good news is that the base of the Gisyankees has complete ship facilities, and they also store a large amount of weapons and food, and with these uses, I have repaired several crashed Giss Yankees. Although these ships are small, they are enough to transport a group of vanguards. ”

"Why did the Gisyankees build such a complete base facility?" the telemancer keenly noticed.

"Judging from some of my current texts, they are planning a larger-scale invasion. The fleet we defeated was only the vanguard of the great army, and more powerful forces would come later. Malik Sultan replied. "This base would have been their forward base, and it seems that they are determined to conquer all of Athas. ”

"I can't help myself. Muhadi commented.

"Indeed, my wise Master. The Sultan flattered. "But we should be prepared for that. ”

"What are you hinting at?"

"I'm building yì, and in order to prepare the follow-up troops of the Giss Yankees, we must prepare a considerable number of troops. As a result, I don't have many Templar subordinates that I can send to the world of Mystara. Maybe...... Will you take it upon yourself to help immigrants gain a foothold in the new world, or will we slow down our plans first?"

"There is no need to slow down, we can beat Mistara and Gisyankees at the same time. The Psychic Warlock said. "I will gather a large army of myself and crush the hopes of the Mistara. You just need to provide the magic ship and you're good to go. ”

"Then I will put the few magic ships that have been repaired and enough crews in your command. The Witch King said generously. "They can transport armies from Atas to the world of Mistara. When the time comes, we will only need to declare that the borders of these Mistaras are too close to our army, and then we can go to war. ”

"Good. The psychic mancer complimented the other. "Your loyalty will be remembered. ”

"Speaking of loyalty. The Witch King said again. "You have some disloyal disciples who are plotting something. I left a simulacrum of myself in Attas, and I found out that Polis was visiting everywhere, and seemed to be preparing to unite the traitors. I've also heard that he would rather depose Tessian in order to curry favor with Satili of Tyr. ”

"A hundred united lambs are no match for a lion. Muhathir disagreed, though the name Sadiri still gave him a strange feeling. "The day Polis challenges me again will be when he will bring about his own destruction. ”

"I've heard that Polis doesn't dare confront you head-on. Malik Sultan said. "It seems that he is planning to go to the Bato Nine Prisons and find a strange person called the Wise Man. ”

"I don't worry about who he looks for as a helper. Muhadi replied in the same manner as Rajat.

"I also have a mention yì. "Since the world of Mistara is rich in metal, I can bring the facilities on Attath to Mistara and build more giant magic ships." ”

"If two more are built, then our situation will be much better. One can be used against enemies from the Astral Plane, one can be used against Mistara's enemies, and one remains in Atas for training. ”

"Pretty good idea, just let it go. The Psychic agreed.

"Then I don't have anything more to say. The Witch King ended the conversation with a greeting.

The conversation between Muhadi and Malik was done in the Attasi language, which Deca Sulis did not understand, but Fahd did. The elf frowned, "Simulacrum doppelganger?

"A spell that can create a clone that is slightly weaker than the strength of the main body. This allows the caster to appear in two places at the same time, juggling different things. Muhadi explained. "What are you asking for?"

"Aren't we in a world where men and men can be married? I can't help but wonder if a man is married to him, is that a cursed homosexuality, or is it just a particularly high-level act of self-desecration?" Fahd thought whimsically. "You should make this clear in the teachings, my friend. ”

"I didn't think you'd think about the law, my friend. Muhadi was amused by the other party. "Perhaps I should appoint you as my Sikadi (Magistrate). ”

"Then I won't thank you. The elf said.

"Why, I thought you were an ambitious man who liked any position of power. The Psychic Warlock said.

"I really like it," he said. "But I'm not polite. ”

"I kind of understand how you've dated so many women. Muhati sighed. "You've got a poisonous tongue. ”

"And you've got a big brain. Fahd said. "I thought you were going to kneel down and pray that the One True God would give the Athas a world to move to. Maybe I'm misunderstanding the way God manifests His will? Maybe you're trying to take over the world and then get down on your knees and pray for God's forgiveness?"

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder if you're on our side. ”

"Don't be careful, my friend. Fahd said. "I understand better than anyone what a habitable world means to the Atas. No more killing each other for a little precious water, no more brutal history of burying the sick and the elderly alive. A resident of a dying world will do anything to survive. ”

"If only you knew. Muhathir said. "No one can be morally perfect, and that's what repentance is all about. Sometimes, in order for our descendants to choose a peaceful life, we have to choose war. ”

After some deliberation, the Psychic Warlock and the Elf decided to wait until nightfall and then sneak back to the agreed meeting place with Fatuma, so that it would not be easy to be seen.

But in the night, another miracle happened.

It had just darkened, and the sun had sunk below the horizon, but the sticky heat still lingered. In Attas, when the dark sun sinks into the sea of sand, the temperature drops dramatically, and a terrifying wind blows. In Mistara, it seems that the temperature at night has not dropped much.

Someone came, and the psychic warlock Tong Guò was keenly aware of the fluctuations in his mind, and seemed to be spying on himself.

He gestured to the other two to raise their guard, and then left the room himself, wanting to meet the stranger for a moment.

The other party seemed to sense the movement of the telemancer and began to turn and run, not too fast, as if trying to let Muhathir catch up.

The psychic mancer chased unhurriedly. They led him through the endless rooftops of the great city, and finally into a dark forest. There is bamboo, another plant that the Atas have never seen before.

The no-guest didn't seem to be running away anymore, and he turned to face Muhadi. This man is tall, but he has a strong hunchback. He was dressed in a chestnut robe, and his black turban hung low, almost resting on two caterpillar-like brown eyebrows. He had a messy, wire-like beard, and when he opened his mouth, he showed a mouthful of dark teeth that looked like jagged broken tree stumps, and two bloodshot eyeballs that seemed to want to jump out of their sockets. When he speaks, it seems as if he has phlegm stuck in his throat.

"Why have you chased me so far?" said the no-man, his voice low and magnetic.

"Who are you, why are you peeping into my room?" asked Muhadi proudly.

"I'm not human!" laughed and was deformed.

His head became the ferocious head of a tiger, his hands became claws, and his neck, chest, and other exposed parts grew rich fur. The maroon robes he wore were also transformed into fine ornate garments and expensive ornaments. Muhadi looked into his eyes, which were the eyes of a tiger.

"I am Nadraga, the Maharajan (Great King) of the Rakshasa clan, the son of Sri Gupta and the grandson of Kumara!" his voice poured out on Muhadi from all directions. "I'm here to prove if that person is really back. ”

"So what did you show up?"

"I've been a liar and a liar, and you're an impostor. You're too tall to be a halfling. Dharaga roared.

"Thousands of years have passed, and maybe my appearance has changed. ”

"Don't try to deceive Dharaja, son of Sri Gupta!" roared the tiger's head. "I don't recognize people by their appearance, I can observe the mind inside the human body! Besides, how could the Calamity not know my name? He single-handedly created the Rakshasa clan!"

"Maybe I'm not a scourge. Muhathir admitted. "But I'm more useful than Calamity in many ways. Whatever you're looking for Calamity for, I can provide you with the same thing. ”

"Boast about yourself, human!" said Dharaga, cracking his jaw. "The news spread quickly, and I'm not the only one who heard about Calamity's return. The Heavenly Court was also troubled by this rumor, and the Four Heavenly Kings of Mount Meru were coming! The north was full of heavenly knowledge! He was riding a yellow war horse with all the Yakshas, and his shield was also shining with gold! The southern heavens were growing! The dove under his command rode a blue horse and held a sapphire shield! The eastern kingdom held the heavens! His knights were holding pearl shields and silver armor! The Naga under his command was straddling a blood-red horse, wearing red armor, and a coral shield in front of the horse!

"What is that, servants of the local gods?" said Muhadi. "The gods of Mistara failed to stop the diseases and monsters of the halflings from wreaking havoc on the earth. If their pastors can't do anything about ordinary diseases, how can they stop me?"

"Haha!" Dharja laughed. "You don't know the truth about the Divine War, do you!" he said in a tone that was not asking, but stating a fact.

All I know is that these self-proclaimed gods have weaknesses. Muhathir said. "If the scourge can hurt them, then so can I!"

"Interesting, weak humans, maybe we can really work together!" said the tiger-headed monster. "You might really have the power of a calamity!"

As soon as the words fell, a force that Pei Mo could not match came out from the heart warlock, as if a cold giant hand grasped the king of the Rakshasa Demon. "We may be able to work together. Muhathir said. "The premise is that you learn to communicate with me correctly. ”

Dharja tried to break free, but now the force was firmly bound to his body. "I ......," he barely managed to squeeze out his voice. “...... Untie my ......"

Muhadi let go of his grip, "I have left a mark on you, and you can't escape." ”

The tiger's head let out a meaningless growl, "Ah, Athas. You're right, we can work together. I'm looking for a helper against the heavens! They have hunted us and hunted us down for thousands of years. They want us to kneel, they want us to submit! Ahhh

"As long as you avenge us, I agree to cooperate with you. Otherwise, you can kill me now, and I won't frown. ”

"I will help you against the heavens, brave Dharaja. The Psychic Warlock said. "The heavens hunt you down, hunt you down, and make you kneel and submit. And I just need one thing. ”

"What's that?"

"One sentence, one sentence for testimony. Muhadi said softly, like a whisper.

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