Invisible soul energy emerged from the bottom of his heart, and when the spiritual energy gathered from his brain into a single point, Muhadi felt an invincible force solidify and take shape, and the self seemed to be sublimated, and everything around him was small and ugly.

When releasing the shock of the heart, one can fill the whole body with a sense of fullness that can be directly felt by **, but as the ability is released, the boy will feel a sense of emptiness again, as if something important in the soul has been torn off and thrown out. Immediately followed by the feeling of emptiness is an irrepressible hunger, a hunger for strength.

Now, in addition to gaining more power, Muhathir can still feel a fleeting sense of satisfaction. It's hard to "naturally" produce any emotions anymore. There is neither unprovoked joy nor unjustified anger, i.e., difficulty feeling loved and unable to fall in love with anything. Although, if he commands the soul to be angry or sad with his will, he can still express himself like an ordinary person. But in the deepest part of his heart, the boy understood that it was just a perfect simulation, and that his core was trained to be always calm and cruel, and always ruthless and analytical.

Whether this change is good or not, Muhadi himself has lost the ability to judge, and after the transformation, he cannot be angry at the "natural" transformation of his Lyra.

The shockwave of the heart, silently roaring, swooped down on the Crazy Horse cavalry galloping under the wall. In an instant, Muhathir almost saw the scene of the other party turning on his back because of the sudden stop.

However, this scene did not come into being, and when the psionic power came into contact with the vanguard cavalry division, nothing happened.

No frightened horses, no soldiers who were shocked to the point of motionlessness. The torrent of cavalry charges rushed straight through as if unaffected.

Muhati was surprised at first, but immediately recognized the reason, rushing to the front of the riders, not feeling the fluctuation of thoughts.

Are they not human, are they undead?" the thought flashed through the boy's mind, and then he saw Crazy Horse and Scorpion's samurai collide together.

The spear stabbed at the elven warriors who were waiting for them, but it flew through like a disembodied shadow. The elven warriors watched as the ferocious enemy rushed in front of them, only to dissipate in the air like a mirage.

"Illusion!" Fahd shouted, reminding his men, but it was too late, the elven warriors who had slackened a little were coming soon, and the illusions were only some of the enemies in the first row.

Behind the illusion were real Crazy Horse warriors, wielding stone hammers or axes, smashing the elves off their horses.

Moreover, not all of the first riders of the Crazy Horse tribe are illusions, in fact most of the riders are real, except for a small group in the middle. When the elves on the hypotenuse of the diamond-shaped array saw that the enemy at the tip was nothing more than a magic fake, they mistakenly thought that the enemy in front of them was not real, and they were pierced by the spear.

The enemy's mage was mixed in with the charging horseman!This realization instantly overturned the previous judgment of Muhadi and Fahd, the enemy's mage could actually keep up with the charging cavalry, and still cast spells in this state. I really don't know how he manages to balance on horseback and drain life force.

But it was useless to think too much, and on the wall, the boy immediately began to search for the figure of the enemy mage.

At this moment, another magic exploded among the riders of the Scorpion Tribe, and the corrosive pale yellow smoke suddenly diffused from one point, expanding to about twenty feet between three or two breaths. The elves in the range of the spell vomited more than once, and even some of the poor physique were smoked off their horses, life and death were unknown, and many of the horses were frightened, snorting violently and roaring.

The corrosive cloud continued to drift and spread with the hot winds in the desert, and more elven warriors were tricked. Less than half a moment after the confrontation between the two sides, the formation of the Scorpio side had already become precarious.

At the moment when the stinking cloud appeared, Muhathir revealed the mage hidden among the warriors of the Crazy Horse tribe. He was discreetly dressed in a burqa with a black hood, located far from the wall, and could not be attacked by either a bow or an arrow.

The glow from his spell reveals his location, but Muhadi's psionic range is limited, so he can't help it. Fahd, who was under the wall, also saw the problem, and he put two fingers into his mouth and whistled forcefully, like a signal.

After hearing Fahd's signal, more than a dozen elven warriors took out the spiritual energy crystals hidden on their bodies in unison, and with the drive of consciousness, these crystals gradually came out.

It seems that this is Fahd's hole card, he has led several halfling tribes to loot before, and the wealth obtained has not been squandered, but has purchased a new batch of weapons, including these psionic crystals. It's just that I don't know what kind of spiritual energy is infused with these crystals he bought, and whether he can resist the other party.

More than a dozen riders held aloft psionic crystals of light and made a heroic counter-charge. Strangely enough, though, they scattered and charged alone in different directions, looking almost like they were going to kill themselves.

Swimming against the current from the galloping Crazy Horse cavalry was no easier said than done, and a few elven riders were cut to the ground before they could take a few steps. But the remaining few were still fearless in the danger of death, and still fearlessly charged forward, even if they were wounded in several places, they insisted on not falling off their horses.

For a moment, it seemed that the warriors of the Crazy Horse tribe also sensed that something was wrong, and Le Ma wanted to push away, but there was still no time. A dazzling flash of white light flashed, and the psionic crystals shattered into pieces in the riders' hands.

As if slammed by an invisible hand, around the explosion of several psionic crystals, the warriors of the Crazy Horse tribe fell from their horses one after another, as if they had suddenly lost consciousness. And the samurai who fell from his horse was immediately trampled to death by the war horse that followed behind him.

The boy admired in his heart, judging from the effect, these psionic crystals were infused with a simple low-level ability spirit disintegration, and the effect was to cause creatures within ten feet to be temporarily stunned. On the battlefield, even if you concentrate on it, there is no guarantee that it will be foolproof, and a short period of dizziness is enough to be fatal.

While not every crystal-wielding elven warrior has succeeded in inducing a mental disintegration among the enemy, the chaos caused is enough to temporarily reverse the trend. Fahd gave the order, and all the remaining elven warriors rushed forward to prepare to start a fight with the enemy. Caught in a one-on-one hand-to-hand fight, the mage's mass destruction spells are hardly effective, and Muhadi can also use his psionic energy to create chaos and change the tide of battle.

The boy stood on the wall, directing his subordinates to release arrows while calmly watching the battle. It is obvious that the elves are very inferior in numbers, and although they have the advantage of equipment, they are also difficult to defeat the warriors of the Crazy Horse tribe. You must use your psionic energy to support the battle in order to prevent a total rout.

Realizing this, Muhati immediately concentrated his mind again, preparing to use a psychic transformation system's exclusive ability to control the air flow and blow the stinky cloud created by the magic just now to the place where the warriors of the Crazy Horse tribe were densely populated.

The stinky cloud rolled back and overturned many human riders at once, and the spirit of the elven warriors was boosted by the sight of the opponent's wolf bèi.

At this moment, however, some of the Crazy Horse warriors dismounted and tried to climb the wall with the ropes they had with them. Muhadi's soldiers had been focusing on firing arrows, and because of the small number of them, a few nimble men climbed up.

Taking advantage of the opponent's unstable footing, the boy used his psychic ability to push an enemy who lost his balance and screamed and fell off the wall.

More Crazy Horse warriors climbed the mountain wall with ropes, some with elven arrows stuck in their bodies. Muhati was just about to step forward and end up with these enemies, but the air in front of him suddenly shook violently, and an invisible force spread. Immediately, a glowing white frame appeared in the air, and the blasphemer mage in a black burqa stepped out of any door.

"A bunch of damn slaves, hum!" The white frame of light in the air disappeared as the mage's body came out of the door completely. "And you, the minions of the thugs who call themselves the Governing Council?"

"I am at the service of the people of Tyre. As soon as he finished speaking, Muhadi unleashed a shockwave with all his might, rushing towards the black-robed blasphemer mage. Kill him and the battle is half won.

However, a huge strange hand appeared in the air between the two, blocking the shockwave sent by Muhadi. The walls were in shambles, and the few plants in the trading post had turned black and withered, but the black-robed mage was unharmed, and his giant hand was strong enough to block a single qiē damage.

"You're going to do it for me!" the strange chant sounded quickly, and with a few strange gestures, the two corpses on the wall suddenly moved, and two white skeletons broke through the flesh and emerged from the corpses.

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