"Very well!" cried Muhadi, "then I will have a chance to be with you, because when the army outside breaks through here, they will undoubtedly hang your head on the gate with a spear!"

The boy struggled hard, and the three Kong Wu soldiers couldn't drag him away. "I can prove that I did go out from here, but the time may be a little unclear, I drank too much and couldn't tell the difference between the morning sun and the sunset. ”

There are merchants selling all sorts of hallucinogenic drinks and alcohol at the Outpost, and it's no surprise that some travelers like to have a few drinks while staying at the Outpost.

This trading post is a large one, capable of accommodating a few hundred people from the Crazy Horse Tribe, as well as a dozen caravans and a large number of merchant family guards. There is naturally no shortage of people of all kinds, and although the bearded man is the leader of the guards, he can't remember how many people come in and out in a day.

Generally speaking, trading posts in the desert were set up by large merchant families to hold water sources and provide protection to passers-by at the cost of a certain fee. The bearded man looked into Muhadi's eyes and asked in a deep voice, "How much protection money did you pay when you came here?"

This question did not surprise the young man, and he was ready to answer it.

The human brain, which operates in a very ingenious way. For those who are ignorant and have not trained their thinking at all, what they hear often comes to mind. Even if you tell them not to think about something, they tend to think about it right away.

With the help of psychic abilities that had reached the fourth level of psionic energy, Muhadi spread the tentacles of his mind and probed the thoughts of the soldiers around him.

Most of the soldiers were gloating, for these people, the boy could not get any useful information, and he could not forcibly probe people's deep memories and thoughts.

Still, some soldiers thought of the answer, and in fact, it was almost as if they had put the answer on the surface of their minds. According to the theory of the telemancer, they should be waiting to see if the answer given by the boy is the correct answer. Because the brain's mechanism for judging whether a password or password is correct is to come up with the correct answer and then compare it with the other person's answer.

"Three silver coins," replied the young man confidently, "I don't trade here, so I handed over three silver coins." ”

The bearded man was not at ease when he saw that Muhadi had answered correctly, so he asked the soldiers. "Did you just keep blindfolding him?"

"Yes, sir. One soldier replied, "As soon as he went up the wall, we blindfolded him." I didn't reveal it until I brought it here. ”

"Very well," the bearded man nodded to the guard, then turned to Muhadi and said viciously. "Can you describe what the architecture inside this site looks like?!"

This was not difficult for the boy, who began with the structure of the watchtower, and how many houses had facades, which ones had signs selling liquor, and which houses had graffiti painted on their exterior walls.

"That's enough!" the bearded man gestured to Muhati to stop.

With a wave of his hand, he drove most of the guards out, leaving only two soldiers in the house, keeping an eye on Muhadi.

"It's possible that you really went out of this trading post, as you say yourself. The bearded man stroked his beard, "But do you really see an army out there?"

"It's true!" Muhati assured, "I am alone, and I can see the dust raised by the march of the people from afar!"

"I thought it was a large caravan, so I rode into some. As a result, I found that they were all elves, holding high banners embroidered with vicious scorpion tails. ”

"I didn't dare get too close, because I noticed that the elves' main team seemed to stop. They sent out many, many scouts, as if they were moving in all directions, as if they were looking for something. ”

"I was so frightened that I rode my horse and drove back, but I ran away and died. Muhadi said, gesturing to the saddle he was carrying behind his back.

"I think they must be going on a big attack, so they're scouring for wood and preparing ladders and battering rams to attack here!" said the boy, as he made a fussy account of how many elven soldiers there were.

The bearded man felt that the annoying young man in front of him was not telling the truth, and that he might have really encountered an army of the Scorpion tribe in the desert. But there were no more than a thousand samurai with pointed ears, and how could it be that they had one, as he said, "the sand shakes when it moves, and the metal scimitar reflects more light than the stars at night."

However, he was still keenly aware of a part of the truth from the young man's words, and the news that the group of pointy-eared scouts about the Scorpion had sent out in all directions should be true. However, this kid was obviously frightened, the elves didn't need to make siege weapons at all, their tactics were to suppress the wall with a rain of arrows, and then use a lasso to climb the wall. If the pointy-eared ones had begun to collect timber, there could have been only one explanation - they had to set up camp and prepare to rest.

This is strange, the bearded man thought to himself, obviously that kid from the Crazy Horse tribe told me that the mage they hired detected that the elves were about to attack in a big way. If the elves really want to attack this trading post, why should they camp not far from here?

The more the bearded man thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and he didn't notice that he had fallen into the trap laid by the other party. "You!" he gestured to one of the guards, "go get that wild boy from the Crazy Horse Tribe!

Muhadi calmly watched the situation and pondered how to make the most of it.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it before, first informing the elves of the Crazy Horse tribe's reaction, and then seizing the opportunity to ambush the Crazy Horse warriors who rushed to reinforce them in one fell swoop. But this idea was quickly denied by himself, for the simple reason that he did not know where Scorpio's army had gone now. In the desert, hundreds of people say too much, little or less, and if they misestimate the location, they will miss out in the vast desert.

This time I infiltrated the trading post in the hope of finding out what the people who came out of Crazy Horse knew. The boy even predicted that if he couldn't convince the people here at all, then with his current ability, it would be no problem to escape.

After a while, a young man with a war color on his face and blue eyelids came in. He looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, but his head was long, and because he had no headscarf, it was scattered over his shoulders. He made a loud noise as he walked, because he had a lot of metal rings strung on his face, body, and head.

The young man was followed by two eerie men dressed in the same way, with several metal rings embedded in the cheekbones, and they also walked with a clang.

"You'd better have a good reason when you called me from a woman!" said the young man, who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, with a cocky and disgusting expression. "What kind of guy is this?" he saw Muhadi standing in the room, "he's one of your sentinels?"

"He's the reason you're here. "The bearded man didn't seem to like this kid either, and the merchant families and the tribesmen of the desert weren't quite right.

Without saying a word, the Crazy Horse kid kicked Muhadi in the back of his knee. "You deserve to be fucked, how dare you disturb my entertainment!?"

The bearded man said, "He brought interesting information that seems to be a little different from what you told me?"

"The difference?!" the kid kicked Muhadi again, he was small and not very strong, so he shook himself upside down, and there was a clanging sound on his body. "Our news, but the tribal mage provided it. Who is he? some mercenary begging for food? Hand him over to me, and I'm going to sawed off his scalp bit by bit with a blunt bone knife, and then I will open his skull to see where he learned his lies. ”

"But your mage ......" the bearded man frowned slightly, wanting to object.

“...... It is impossible to make a mistake," the boy let Muhadi go, and walked over to the bearded man, "He was once an official of the Karak Witch King, a true blasphemer mage, who fled to the desert after the Revolution and joined the Crazy Horse tribe. ”

In Attas, there are two types of mages, one is the blasphemer mage, represented by the witch kings, who unscrupulously drain the life force of their surroundings when casting spells. On the other hand, there are Guardian Mages, such as Shatiri the Coral Witch, who tend to keep an eye on the balance of the ecosystem and do not drain life uncontrollably. Most of the blasphemer mages of Tyre were wiped out by the revolution, and a few fled the city, with only Tessian seeing the wind and becoming a high-ranking official of the New Deal.

"Your mage seems to have only predicted that the Pointy-Eared would attack this place, right?" the bearded man stood up, two heads taller than the boy. "Did he tell you that the elves seem to have stopped marching and are camping outside?"

The bearded man took advantage of the momentum to pursue, "Have you ever thought that the pointy-eared people may also have mages? Maybe they have changed their minds and plan to rob your reinforcements!"

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