"Scoundrel, madman, and dangerous" was the best comment that Egu of Spath could receive, and such a man was able to hold the consulship for more than thirty years only because he was the youngest uncle of the previous pharaoh. When the Medici Empire implemented the "abolition order", Egu, who had tens of thousands of servants, disobeyed him, but he was not punished because of his status.

The city of Spat under his rule was lifeless, and merchants were reluctant to operate in this tax-rich city. Had it not been for the Nero River, the largest river in Medici, which flowed through the city, and which had plenty of fertile land to grow after the floods, the city's citizens would have starved to death. But even this did not show any repentance, and he used small officials with bulging wallets and skilled accountants to deal with the inspection of the chief of the Pasha, but instead used a scimitar and a bow and arrows against the city-dwellers, who had become serfs.

Under his jurisdiction, violence is both personal and official. Torture was approved by the consul Egu, and was often used to expose any heresy that dared to discredit him, if any. In the civil trials of Spath, torture and punishment were usually carried out by cutting off ears and noses, and rarely by hanging or beheading. This is not out of mercy, but out of fear of losing some valuable labor. In fact, the more brutal cutting off of both breasts and scorching them with torches to stop bleeding is also a common method.

When Brittany declared himself a tyrant in the city of Nome, and declared that he would protect "the right of the noble to serve as servants at will", Egu had a great affection for his blood nephew. As soon as he received the news, he even convened a meeting of the officials around him to discuss whether to respond to Brittany's call to refuse to recognize the legitimate power of the current Pharaoh Medici. Egu is very confident that the one who ascended the throne of Noem will definitely use a "born noble" relative like him, but he does not know whether a person's position in the eyes of others is appropriate, in fact, there has always been deviation and controversy with his own judgment.

The arrival of the Bon-sang Legion greatly strengthened its overall military strength. And because Nome City itself was a trading city, in addition to the wealth that could be plundered at will, the large and small caravans that trapped it also provided them with a large number of camel beasts that could be used to carry their burdens. This greatly reduced the pressure on the teleporters' circle, and on the day of the arrival of the general, the Uzags assembled a conquest army that crossed the storm barrier outside the city and marched towards the surrounding cities.

With a large number of camels such as sand rhinos and swollen-backed horses, the Usang army no longer resorted to guerrilla warfare methods of avoiding cities and going to desert tribes to "eat", but prepared to directly attack the human cities of Medici. They dismantled a large number of equipment into parts and carried them on the backs of the camels, and the army marched in a hurry, feeling the outer oasis of Sparter before the sun set. It was harvest time, and the farms outside the city belonging to the family of the Archon Egu had already finished collecting the crops, and drying them was nearly half done. When the legion took advantage of the darkness of night, the grain hoarded in the grain could change its owner in the blink of an eye.

The mages who accompanied the army arranged the dark barrier, and the sappers of the Usang quickly installed siege equipment on the spot in the courtyard of the field. In one night's work, four ramp cars and more than a dozen arrow towers rose from the ground, although due to the urgency of the march did not carry such a sharp weapon as the national collapse cannon, but dozens of wheel arm trebuchets were able to solve some problems. When the first rays of the blazing sun shone on the river Nero, asphalt-coated stone projectiles whistled into the city of Spath. After receiving the signal, the Japanese ninjas lurking in the area called on the frightened serfs to take advantage of the situation. The people living in the outer city flocked to the city under the pressure of a large number of sword-sharpening slave warriors, and the elite of the Japanese in disguise rose up before the city guards tried to seal the city gates.

The weapons originally prepared for the siege were finally erected at the head of the city of Spath, and the Usang army actually used wheel-arm trebuchets to bombard the city—during the management of the city, the death-hungry Archon Egu did not spend a single silver Kate to strengthen the city's defenses, but turned his mansion into an impregnable fortress - several attacks launched by the fearless Dufall slave warriors were repeatedly repelled by the desert elf personal guards hired by them.

"Why do the untouchables say that the bandits who dared to attack the city were the army sent by Brittany in the city of Nome?" Echo, dressed in a nightgown and holding a scimitar, roared loudly in the council chamber, and none of his close ministers dared to speak - the mad Aegu had just slashed his wife to death in a fit of rage, and the blood from the woman's neck was still soaking the carpet. As if he also felt that there was no practical point in getting angry with these people, Egu turned to the errand-running attendants and shouted, "What about the mages who guarded the mages, and why didn't the black-robed mage and his gray-robed apprentices cast spells to drive away the bandits?"

Frightened by the archon's roar, the attendant was stunned for a moment and hurried out of the door, his heels barely stepping out of the door when the whirling scimitar slashed into the threshold with a "snap". "Call that old man who always likes to talk big to me! Hurry up!" said Egu's hiss again. It didn't take long for the attendants to run out, and they flew back, and everyone in the council hall had already seen through the large window that the black-robed mage captain riding a flying carpet was hurrying towards a few gray-robed mages. The attendant hurried over to Egu, as if trying to sneak a report. The consul didn't care about anything else at this time, so he leaned over and lowered his ears to signal him to choose what was important.

"Your Excellency, the mercenaries you paid for have received scrolls with the mark issued by the Mage of Warlords, and they are handing out blades. I think—" The squire's voice grew quieter and quieter, but the content of the words attracted Egu couldn't help but get closer and closer to him. An icy smile gradually appeared on the face of the young and handsome desert elf attendant, and a pale golden blade appeared in his hand as the hands clumped in the sleeves of his robe suddenly parted, and in an instant, he was sent into the contemplative consul with his backhand. After being punctured in the heart, Egu was killed instantly.

The shapeshifter who had succeeded in the blow did not pay attention to the golden sword stuck in the ribs of the Archon of Spart, he turned his head and shouted to the leader of the wandering mercenary group of the desert elves who had signed a contract with Egu: "Fortunately, you will not be dishonored! The golden sword is inserted in the heart of the enemy, and the blood of the Pharaoh of the Medichi Pharaoh will wash away the shame that mankind has inflicted on our race for thousands of years......" When the great warrior of the desert elves was dumbfounded, the black-robed mage who walked to the council hall had already seen the figure of Egu lying down and dying, and the old captain of the Mage Commander of the Spat City raised his hand to cast a spell, and a fireball bombarded the "Desert Elf Attendant" who was proud, as if he was trumpeting his companions.

The strange monster was secretly happy when he saw the fireball coming, but his face showed a look of great horror. A ball-shaped object rolled down from its robe sleeve before the fireball technique to the ground, and as the fireball exploded, the ball burst into a puff of smoke. The shapeshifter took this opportunity to hide behind the pillars of the council hall first, and its natural transformation ability was activated in an instant, and in full view of the entire hall, a new Sparter City official blended into the terrified crowd. "Catch those desert elf mercenaries, they're in a group!" and had to add fire, the strange monster hiding in the corner thought sadly.

"Bastard!" The head of the Desert Elf Wandering Warrior Regiment, who was originally hired by the Archon of Egu, had no time to find out who was planting the blame, and the old man, who was called "always talkative" by his dead employer, was obviously not so unbearable, and the black-robed mage and several gray-robed mages behind him quickly seized the opportunity to attack him, a "suspect of an alien race". The desert elf warrior struggled to dodge some projectile spells, threw the round shield he was holding at a gray-robed mage, and rushed out of the door of the council hall without a fight. He was looking for the mercenary group to rendezvous, and the only thought in his mind at this time was the golden sword—it was hard to believe that the golden sword that generations of desert elves had been searching for had actually appeared today—but he knew how afraid Egu was of death, and that guy had a Mithril chain mail in his nightgown. Even if it's not the legendary golden sword, it's at least an ancient weapon that can be stabbed into it so easily. In any case, this news is related to the rise and fall of the Desert Elves, and the news of their birth and fall into the hands of humans must be passed on.

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Davish took off the golden mask and threw it on the pedestal beside him, and then looked intently at the pool of acetate. There are six cylindrical pools made of glass, each with a concentration of 5 to 30 percent. He took a closer look at the solutions with higher concentrations of acetic acid, as they would strip away the calcareous matter and begin to erode the bones of these ancient creatures, which were so easily damaged. He was amazed that the U-Sang had occupied the Tower of Soul Bound in the East a thousand years ago, and that they had even known how to explore the experimental materials left behind by the Imasca Empire.

Unlike Davisher, who was in a passion for inquiry, there were three guys sitting in front of a small desk not far behind him, playing a card game called "Fighting the Landlord". It is hard for ordinary people to imagine that the three usually unsmiling guys, the commander of the wind and the general on duty, and the patriarch of the fire dwarf, would fight for the cards.

"Sledgehammer, you must not have the right thing in your hand. Commander Wen Feng kept a close eye on the weaker link between the two opponents and attacked fiercely. "You don't care about it, my right A is here, do you have anything you can manage?" The back hand that the Duty Sect will keep is not light on the "landlord". Watching his opponent froze, the fire dwarf sneered like the sound of iron quenching as he carefully twisted the cards in his hand with his thick brass fingers. Of course, he and his teammates still have to keep an eye on the table, and in addition to the sparkle of his mouth and ears, he also has an excellent ability to change cards.

Listening to the laughter of several people, Davishul turned his head to look at one of the Usang senators in the corner of the room, who was tightly bound by the activation rope, and grinned. The latter suddenly remembered that this guy was not wearing a mask at this time, quickly closed his eyes, and struggled to make a kowtow posture in mid-air to beg for mercy. "You see, the guy who always thinks he can be a banker will definitely be seen through the hole cards in the end, no matter how much preparation he makes. With Davisher's words, the cuffs of the Commander of the Wind shirt suddenly burst open, and a whole deck of cards was neatly arranged in front of his opponent: "The broken mouth is cheating, what should you do?" The fire dwarf patriarch picked up the hammer at his feet, and the general on duty was much calmer, he just took out some strips of cloth that tied his hands and wrapped them slowly.

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In the territory of the Dragon's Lair, Quest received a summons report from the black-robed mage who defended Spart. The young blue dragon learns that the city has all fallen, and that the archon of the blood of the Pharaoh's family has been assassinated by the desert elves with an enchanted sword. He looked at Blatch, who had rushed one step ahead of the black-robed mage to report to him, shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you want to even cheat after sitting in the village for two handfuls, you still have to cheat, how can things be as good as you want?"

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