Rao was unusually healthy, and Bradch's arms were already starting to swell a little. His "silent" but "sound" negotiation skills in the crypt forced the nobles of Salem to temporarily give in and agree to suspend the "king-electing meeting" and hold a cremation ceremony for Harkonan in accordance with the chieftaincy.

Brach, who had single-handedly contributed to this, was still known as a "rebellious" because Harkonnam had died, and even though many of the great warriors of the tribe believed his confession, he was still sentenced to death by the clan elders - his hands were tightly bound by animal tendons, and he hung on a long pole made of several dwarf tree trunks to accept the judgment of the blazing sun.

It wasn't a big deal, and Bradch actually thought it was a nice treat to be hung on a high place—to be able to watch Harkonnen's funeral from afar, and he even prayed to the gray smoke that rose from the fire and reached into the sky. The only thing he had to endure was the soreness of his arms, and some anxiety about what was behind him—he wished that after death his eyes would be pecked by a proud spear eagle instead of a greedy vulture.

According to the history and legend of the desert elves, the corpse of the spear eagle pecked by the eyes may also turn into a spear eagle soaring above the nine heavens in the next life. At that time, Braczy was able to use his own eyes to look down on the land he had been thinking about from another perspective. Desert elves have good eyes, and Bradch is just as good as that. Not only could he see through the glimmer of the starry sky, but the glow of the blazing sun would not obscure his eyes. The flying carpet that came from the sky in the distance naturally couldn't escape his eyes.

This is a mage messenger sent by Nome City. Perhaps because they felt that the results were too slow, the Mage Captain and the "Centaurs" finally decided to add fuel to the original plan. In order to free up manpower to explore the ruins of the Soulbinding Mage's North Tower, those Nome mages did not consider whether the use of spell items was in vain or not for the sake of the slave's life. Using a magic flying carpet that could travel 300 miles a day, but every half hourglass consumed an obsidian orb that stored the entire life of a young slave, the messengers of the mages of Nome City rushed to the Salem station as quickly as possible.

Although he was hung in a corner of the camp, Bracchi, who was well versed in the art of sound, could still hear the words of the envoys of the Golden Horde and the clansmen of the clan. "Caravan with Scumma Raw Materials", "High Recovery", "Spellcaster's Friendship", ...... Words or phrases, under the light of the breeze, are transmitted almost word-for-word to the ears of the dying sorcerer. When the tribal elders replied in the affirmative, Brach was almost disappointed with the power-hungry old elves.

Can't they see that it's a trap? Can't the surviving sorcerers of the tribe hear the trills between the tongues of the liars? Do they want to watch their favorite tribesmen of Anda Hajir Otto once again be in danger because of the stupidity of those in power? Just as he knew that he would be executed if he returned with Harkonan's corpse, the heart of the "tongue puller" made a choice again.

Bound by the tendons of the beast, his arms were sore but still strong, and with a "harrier rolling", Bradch squatted lightly to the top of the boom. The chew brought to prevent it from using the technique of sound and speech could not prevent the resonance of the contraction of its chest and abdomen, and with a "splitting sound", the tendons tightly tied to his hands were broken in an instant. Looking at an elven child who ran around the execution site out of curiosity or playfulness, the desert elf who took off the chew in his mouth made a gesture of "shhhh

......

Santos had never had such a bad premonition, and under the threat of the "Centaur" who really seemed to be able to choose people to eat, the owner of the Sand Rhino Caravan had to succumb to his obscenity and once again do contraband smuggling that he was unwilling to do. When he led the caravan to the Grand Bazaar outside Coptic City with great care, he wanted to buy some raw materials for Scuma and go back to his life. But who would have thought that there were people waiting here and preparing boxes of goods for them, as well as more camel beasts.

It must be a conspiracy.

The person who "connected" with him was the sand lizard trader who had harmed him before. Not only did this guy say that he didn't need to pay even a single silver Kate for the goods, but he also "selflessly" provided more than three times the number of sand lizards in his caravan to serve as a driver in charge of the camels.

Santos really wanted to refuse the "kindness" of the sand lizard trader, but the bright blades of the sand lizard warriors and the "pet" that the sand lizard trader gave to him - a tabby cat who was always tired of being inseparable from the fat merchant's side, made him give up this escort and only hide it in the bottom of his heart.

He hated the tabby cat to death, but he dared not speak out. As early as the first day of the return journey, the captain of the caravan's escort, an experienced free warrior hired by Santos, suggested to him that it would be better for his employer to take advantage of the darkness with some cronies even if he gave up his goods and pay compensation. As a result, the blazing sun had just risen the next day, and as the caravan was about to find a place to camp, the captain of the guard, who had said, "I'll escort you out first," was found dead in the claws of an unknown beast. When a grief-stricken Santos saw the tabby cat licking the blood between its paws in his tent, the little beast's eyes were as sharp as knives, as if a bucket of cold water had been sprinkled on top of his head.

Since then, the fat merchant has suffered from an acute illness of weakness and fatigue. For the next few days of night travel, he could only hide in a pavilion on the back of the sand rhinoceros wrapped in a blanket and shiver. Strange to say, however, the journey was smooth in those days, and the small bandits that merchants had often encountered in the past and had to rely on caravan guards to deal with were not even a single figure.

It's just that the unusually smooth journey made Santos even more convinced that there must be strange speculations in this. It was only because of the murderous beasts around him that the fat businessman didn't find a way to escape immediately. It wasn't without the urge to find an opportunity to do the tabby cat with a single sword, but considering that the leader of the guard, who was far superior in martial arts to himself, was not one of its enemies - the samurai who had found the body before reported that the captain of the guard had had his throat cut by the claw of some kind of fierce beast, how could he, a man who had been fighting for a long time, be his opponent. At this time, Santos could only hope that the spell items he had purchased in advance from the mage merchants in Nome City, hoping that these life-saving items that he had spent a lot of money on would play their due role at the critical moment.

Thanks to the camels that the Sand Rhino Caravan replenished in Coptic City, the caravan could carry daily consumables such as food and water several times as many times as before. In addition, the sand lizard warriors who were temporarily placed in the caravan were extremely adapted to the desert environment, and their consumption of water and food was even less than one-third of that of human warriors. The return trip of the Sand Rhino caravan did not stop at some of the planned towns or oases, which not only reduced the risk of Scuma's raw materials being checked (although Santos had not been able to check them since then, except on the day of delivery), but also greatly increased the speed of the caravan's travel. In a near-straight line, the Sand Rhino Caravan entered the last stretch of land controlled by the Desert Elves in less than half the time it had originally planned.

"It's best not to have accidents. The fat merchant prayed as he looked at the route on the map. At this time, he tore off the water-soaked cloth that had been wrapped around his head for several days to cool down, and after glancing at the tabby cat that was pretending to sleep at his side, he pinched the hilt of the knife hanging from his waist.

......

Like the treatment of the Salem tribe, the black-robed mage of Nome City also sent someone to ride the flying carpet to deliver the news to the Sashan tribe "deliberately". It's just that in addition to the same gray-robed mage as the envoy sent to Salem, the "Centaur" Khedive is also among them. Thanks to the Soulbinder Crystal's reminder, the Khedive learned that the "beast body" was dead and that its remains were near the court of Sashim. So this "Centaur" took the initiative to ask the Archon, and under the latter's mediation, he got the opportunity to accompany the gray-robed mage to "go out in person".

"Mr. Khedive need not be so afraid, the magic carpet is a very common spell item for spellcasters. We carry enough obsidian orbs to worry about them falling due to lack of energy," the gray-robed mage standing at the front of the flying carpet looking at the pale-faced Khedive, waving his hand to signal the mage apprentice who was operating the flying carpet to lower the height and slow down a little, and said to the famous man in the city with the title of "City Lord", "If there is an accident, I mean that if there is an accident, I will give you the feather fall technique first." Hear no, poor apprentice, I don't know if you prepared that spell, hahaha......"

The apprentice who was manipulating the flying carpet also laughed with his mentor. Sitting in the center of the flying carpet, the Khedive seemed to be much calmer when he heard these laughter, and he sighed and said, "Then don't worry, after all, I am a mortal, but I don't have the ability to control the power of mystical spells, Master." In fact, the Khedive was not afraid, and the paleness of his face was only an outward manifestation of the loss of life force. In order to cope with the next challenge, the Soul Binding Crystal once again allowed this "beastly" person to once again have a false power that did not belong to him, but this time the time of giving it was a little longer, and it consumed too much life force to make his face pale.

After the carpet landed, the Khedive thought that he was unwell and needed convenience, so he had to ask the gray-robed mage and the apprentice to visit the elven chief of Sasand. He repeatedly begged the master and apprentice not to mention his embarrassing behavior in front of others after they returned, and only after receiving a positive reply from the two of them with a smile on his face did he run away with his stomach in his hands. When the gray-robed mages laughed and went to scatter the golden horde, they didn't pay attention to the direction in which the "horse" ran away.

There was a small sand dune near the court of Sasand, where Quest buried the body of the brown dragon before leaving. At the request of the mighty dragon, Chief Sashem sent a number of warriors to look after the spoils left behind by the young blue dragon. In addition to a sentry of samurai standing guard every few dozen paces, there are hundreds of moa riders scattered in the desert near the "dunes".

But this was completely indifferent to the Khedive, who had disappeared. He evaded the guerrilla riders, evaded the samurai standing guard, and easily lurked into the dunes. When it came into contact with the corpse of the ancient brown dragon Cusilian, it disappeared into it as if it were a virtual body.

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