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The various conflicts that took place in Mosul made her feel physically and mentally exhausted, but it was obvious that if a dark wizard was unwilling to follow the plan of the Azure Wind and gradually go crazy, then the Azure Wind would no longer favor him.

When Li Rufeng used his flag to destroy the fog in Mosul again, Fakhr Bawari and his group, who had been trapped at the junction of dreams and reality, also broke free from the dream.

In order to fight for the only living space, several sleepless people finally chose to kill each other as Ali expected, but none of them was willing to raise their fists at Fakhr.

It was Fakhr al-Bawali who took the steps himself, leaving the increasingly narrow living space for others. His last words were: "Don't transform yourself from a human into a beast just for a few minutes of survival. That's what the enemy wants most. Maintain your dignity."

Fatma didn't know what kind of personal charm this disabled veteran had, but when he finished speaking, all the sleepless men put down their weapons in shame, and lined up one by one in the same order as before, waiting to walk up the stairs leading to death.

Fahr walked up eight steps before he lost half of his shoulder. A nightmare monster struggled to get out of his body. Its size was far smaller than the one evolved from Jebala.

But before Fahr completely disappeared, the horrifying dream suddenly dissipated, and they ended up inside the North Tower, face to face with the dark wizard Misia Meyers.

Chapter 574 Surrender

"Dark wizard!" Fatma suddenly became alert in her confusion.

As Li Rufeng's personal guard, Fatma has a basic understanding of dark wizards.

These guys wearing black robes and looking skinny must be right!

Fatma pounced on him almost immediately, and Misia was worthy of being one of the tower masters.

In a blink of an eye, he stretched out his hand and drew a ravine between the two sides, separating the real world and the dreamland.

The interiors of these wizard towers have been solidified with the barrier of the dreamland, and the tower owner can transform the internal space at will.

All dark wizards who have experienced this power are obsessed with it, and so is Mysia.

However, his fear of other dark wizards made him appear less greedy.

When he saw this stranger who suddenly appeared in the wizard tower, his first reaction was that the other tower masters finally couldn't sit still and were about to take action against him.

Because apart from the tower masters like them, no one else can allow people to enter and exit the dreamland at will.

Misia, who was in the wizard tower, could deal with the strangers in front of him with a wave of his hand, but he immediately noticed that most of these strangers were injured.

If they were assassins, it would be a bit too embarrassing.

"Wait, who are you!"

Misia stood on the side of the dreamland, watching the dagger in Fatma's hand pass through the shadow of her body left in the real world, and became more certain that these people were not sent by her "allies".

The assassins they sent would at least not be stupid enough to not know that this kind of physical damage is ineffective against dark wizards.

Sometimes even Misia herself found it a little unbelievable. Last year, their understanding of witchcraft was still limited to "trading one life for another."

The simplest prophecy may result in a vague riddle that cannot be clearly determined on the timeline, but the price is a loyal servant who is willing to sacrifice his life.

A life-saving transformation spell that only lasts for a few minutes requires a pure soul and several corresponding animals.

Even a master-level dark wizard like Mysia, who is said to have the ability to turn stone into gold, needs to lurk near the gold that transforms during the day in the dead of night and exchange his soul for a longer transformation time.

It is true that the Blue Wind contains a lot of knowledge and wisdom, but this knowledge and wisdom is more like picking bones in eggs, or to be more precise, they are looking for coins thrown into the cesspool before.

If they are not careful, dark wizards will accept too many messy things in the chaos, which will lead to mental abnormality. This is also the main reason why most dark wizards appear mentally abnormal.

In short, many dark wizards try their best to maintain their dignity in front of others. If those who make deals with dark wizards are more patient, they will most likely find that as soon as they turn around, the dark wizard who seemed mysterious before has already started to perform magic.

However, everything began to change after they occupied Mosul, and Misia has been trying to figure out what was going on.

It seemed as if suddenly they could more easily obtain more knowledge about the power of miracles from the Blue Wind.

Especially with the emergence of the dream kingdom, even a dark wizard like Misia could hardly believe what he could do now. It was as if they had transformed from mortals into gods overnight, capable of doing anything.

Shavay...After much thought, Misia came to a conclusion that it was the mysterious Shavay who first proposed this idea and he was secretly influencing everything.

Such power made Misia a little scared. Although he was no longer a good person in the traditional sense since he embarked on the path of a dark wizard, this power still made him afraid from the bottom of his heart.

Because he knew that Shavay, who hid himself in the wizard tower and never showed up, was far more ambitious than all other dark wizards.

He wants to pull the whole world into this dreamland, and he does have the ability to do so. Mosul is just the beginning.

"Stop!" Misia shouted in a somewhat sharp tone. The voice penetrated the two worlds and in an instant, Fatma and her group stood still like sculptures.

Among them, Fatma even stood there with a difficult one-legged pose. He risked his life to jump and passed through the crowd, losing his balance.

According to normal logic, even if Fatma wanted to stay standing, it would be impossible. She would fall directly to the ground in the direction indicated by inertia.

But Misia's loud command was not directed at them, but at "reality" itself. Fatma stood there motionless like everyone else.

"Are you... the sleepless?" Misia spent a few seconds "reading" the surface memory of one of them. He had learned a lot in the dreamland recently. At least he now knew what surface memory and deep memory were.

A person's surface memory can easily form pictures, while deep memory is more complex and usually does not exist in the form of images. However, if you want to permanently modify a person's cognition of other things, you need to work on deep memory.

Among the workers who were awakened to build the wizard tower, some of them had their deep memories modified, and they regarded work as the greatest purpose of their existence in the world.

It's a pity that there are too few dark wizards who can do this. Those apprentices can't even understand the principles of dream formation, let alone such a delicate job as modifying deep memories.

So in the end, there were less than a hundred such ultimate laborers, but basically all of them were in the wizard tower in Shawai, where they were doing more important rune carving work.

Misia herself also tried to make a worker like that, but her craftsmanship was not up to par. The worker was fanatically devoted to the work and was even unwilling to take any form of rest or eat. As a result, he successfully exhausted himself to death in less than sixty hours.

"Hmm?" Misia's gaze moved to Fatma, only to find that she couldn't read the other's memory at all.

During this period of time, he has become accustomed to using this method to obtain all the information he needs, and this is the first time he has encountered such a situation.

But fortunately, other people had relevant information about the other party in their memories. Misia at least knew that the other party came from outside the city and was a soldier of the shaman who was besieging the city.

Like other dark wizard tower masters, they all did not think that those mundane mortals could pose any threat to this city or to Savai. After all, this place has become a dream city.

But obviously everyone underestimated the besiegers. Not only did they break through Mosul's dream line in one go, they also sent scouts deep into the city.

"I am not your enemy." Misia looked at the intruders in front of him and suddenly felt that this was an opportunity. Perhaps he could use the help of these intruders to get himself out of trouble.

For the dark wizard, Mosul is indeed a paradise. Unfortunately, there is a scary crocodile in the paradise. Misia feels that he will be swallowed by Shawai sooner or later.

"We can work together." Misia said to the intruders, "I know how to solve this nightmare of the city..."

At the moment of speaking, Misia left the scope of the dreamland. He always suspected that the dreamland had no secrets from Shavayi, so he cautiously entered the real world.

As he returned to the real world, Misia's previous law spell became invalid, and everyone, including Fatma, could move again. Of course, Fatma was finally able to fall to the ground.

Chapter 575 Take a Gamble

Li Rufeng felt that it would be a good idea to keep these wizard towers in the future. They were definitely rare high-rise buildings in this era. Several teams of cavalry led by personal guards scattered and patrolled around the wizard towers to prevent any accidents.

For now, the wizard tower was surrounded by people, and he was waiting for the dark wizard inside to continue revealing cards.

In front of Li Rufeng, the only two remaining cannons were mounted fifty meters outside the south wall of the wizard tower. Because this building did not have a gate in the traditional sense, a group of people were chiseling the wall in the direction of the cannon muzzles.

There are two traces of collision on the wall. In the case of close shooting, only some cracks appeared on the wall itself, and its strength is very strong.

"Sir, look—" Marcelino stood before Li Rufeng, holding a handful of rubble he had chiseled off the wall. "I don't know what kind of stone it's made of. The soldiers couldn't find the joints, but the walls are very strong. Our tools can only leave shallow marks."

Li Rufeng took the handful of broken stones. He felt strange when he saw these wizard towers from a distance before. How did these things maintain their structural strength?

After all, buildings built simply with stones and simple adhesives in this era could not be built so high, not to mention that it could withstand the impact of close-range artillery fire. The walls of Mosul are no more than that.

Looking at the slag in his hand, Li Rufeng couldn't help but sigh again that those dark wizards did not represent advanced productivity. He was shallow before and did not have a pair of eyes that were good at discovering. Why did this thing look so much like concrete?

"Roast it with fire first. Take out all the wood from the surrounding houses and pile it next to the wall to roast. Then prepare enough water. After roasting for an hour, start pouring water on it." Li Rufeng knew that these officers would understand what he meant.

The Great Conqueror used a similar tactic when he attacked Damascus, but it is said that they used some kind of acid, and God knows where they found the liquid.

Perhaps a large number of dark wizards or other users of miraculous powers were working hard behind the Great Conqueror, or perhaps a large caravan transporting this liquid happened to run into the Great Conqueror's army...

Li Rufeng looked up at the sky. After the initial excitement, many soldiers began to feel sleepy again in the night. The battle with the dark wizard had no continuity and could not keep these soldiers in an excited state.

They either swarm together and come up with a hundred different tricks at once, or they are as quiet as they are now, as if they don't exist at all.

But in fact, Ali was not as "indifferent" as Li Rufeng thought. He had just crushed all the cowardly dream monsters in the dreamland.

Although he knew very well that these dream monsters were just the souls of the Mosul people that escaped from their dreams, they were not that powerful and had no concept of extinction at all.

The reason why they fled from the Mongols without fighting was because the Mosul people had long held a deep-seated fear of the Mongols.

Ali crushed those dream monsters just to vent his emotions. He had lived for nearly three hundred years, and since the burning of the Palace of Wisdom, he rarely lost control of his emotions.

When facing the power of the Azure Wind, staying calm is the best way to protect yourself.

But when Li Rufeng broke his spell again and again in ways that he could not understand, Ali was still defeated.

He imagined that one day he would die in a murder orchestrated by his apprentices; that one day he would plot an incredibly complex conspiracy, only to be discovered by a more astute opponent and ultimately die under the mockery of the Azure Wind; and that an ascetic monk from an Orthodox sect would suddenly appear and deliver him a thundering blow...

Ali had been mentally prepared for all of this early on in the future that the Blue Wind showed him, and he had always enjoyed the pleasure of fighting against fate.

However, everything that happened in the past no longer counted today. He was forced into a corner by an unknown little shaman and had no way to retreat.

Ali didn't want to admit his failure, but the fact was that if the other party could always easily break his dream power, then in front of the other party he would be no different from an ordinary apprentice who had just mastered witchcraft for a few days.

Of course, if Ali wants to leave, he can leave at any time.

At this time, the city of Mosul is still full of sleepers. Like those dream monsters, as the founder of the dream kingdom, Ali's life form is different from that of mortals. Before this "beautiful dream" is completely shattered, he can use the sleepers as coordinates to spread his praises at will.

But Ali didn't want to leave. He couldn't withstand another burning of the Palace of Wisdom.

Therefore, Ali rarely showed his intention to take a gamble.

The only person who could be called an enemy in front of him was Li Rufeng. If Li Rufeng was eliminated, those thousands of soldiers would be nothing more than another group of sleepers under the cover of dreams.

Ali was certain that if they stayed in Mosul for three days, they would be marked by the Dream Kingdom and eventually become a permanent part of Mosul.

Just take out that shaman and all the troubles will be gone...

Ali kept pondering in his dream. As the pioneer of the dark wizard path, he had become accustomed to one thing over the years, that is, after having an idea, he would first think carefully about whether it was his own idea or the blue wind tempted him to think so.

However, this time, Ali was a little unsure. He instinctively sensed the danger behind this decision, but he had already gambled hundreds of years of accumulation for this city, and the cost of failure was unbearable for him.

Finally, when the soldiers outside the wizard tower had collected enough firewood and began to light the fire at the selected location, Ali made a decision. He wanted to take a gamble!

...

"Sir, someone is breaking into the camp!" A guard led by a personal guard stopped a Mosul man who looked very weak.

The characteristics of these long sleepers are very obvious. The earlier they enter the long sleep state, the weaker their body will be. The person in front of him has obviously shown symptoms of muscle weakness, and when he walks, he looks like a staggering noodle.

But his eyes were dull, open but lifeless, and his expression did not change even when the soldiers shone the torch on his face.

"Take me to see your shaman." The Sleeper repeated this sentence in a monotonous tone, and the sound soon echoed in the alley behind him.

The guard decisively threw his torch into the distance. What terrified him was that in the illuminated darkness, dozens or even hundreds of people were marching mechanically, all saying the same thing.

"But I go to see your shaman!"

Chapter 576 Shameless

In the last darkness before dawn, the two sides faced each other with a street as the dividing line. On the south side of the street were Li Rufeng and his loyal guards, and the Armenian Infantry Regiment led by Marcelino.

Behind them were the dismounted Mongolian archers who were ready for battle. These Mongolian warriors were looking for various tools to try to climb onto the roofs of the houses near the street. It looked chaotic and it was obvious that these warriors had no idea what tension was.

On the north side of the street, there were countless Mosul people. They gathered together as if sleepwalking, watching Li Rufeng's army gathering. At first glance, it looked like a biochemical crisis was being staged. They walked as if they had no bones, staggering from side to side.

But these obviously abnormal civilians brought unspeakable pressure to Li Rufeng and the army at the front. This was a head-on confrontation between mortals and users of miracle power.

In the very few recorded historical materials, mortals rarely won such confrontations and often lost. Most of the time, they did not even have the chance to leave any experience for future generations.

Of course, strictly speaking, the mortals on this side are not too "mortal". Li Rufeng rides on horseback, holding a military flag in one hand, emitting a unique light in the bursts of fire, soothing the soldiers' hearts like the sun.

In his other hand, he held a magic sword that symbolized the power of the Scarlet Wind. The magic sword itself burned with bloody flames. Any mortal who looked directly at it would feel a surge of blood and would be eager to kill something and cause a river of blood to flow.

Li Rufeng rode on a horse not just to look more imposing, but also to facilitate "negotiation" with the other party. Otherwise, he would have to stand in the front row to avoid being blocked.

If he did so, if the enemy launched a group charge, even if the controlled Mosul people were unarmed, the chaos alone would be enough to crush Li Rufeng to death.

The positions of those sleepers controlled by the black wizards were very particular. From Li Rufeng's strategic map perspective, those sleepers were standing on the side that was still shrouded by the fog of war, without a single detail missing.

So Li Rufeng had no idea how many people were hiding in the darkness. The only thing he was sure of was that there must be a lot of them, because until now the soldiers standing in the front row could hear footsteps coming from across the street.

Obviously, in the darker and more distant places, there are still more long sleepers gathering here.

"I am Li Rufeng. If you want to see me, here I am." Li Rufeng shouted to the opposite side while on horseback.

Although those sleepers did not seem to pose any threat, when thousands of them began to speak in unison, Li Rufeng still felt what power was.

"Leave this city and I will pretend that nothing happened. From now on, we will not invade each other. This is my promise." The voice gathered into a gust of wind in the air, blowing the torches in the hands of Li Rufeng's soldiers.

"Is this some kind of wizard-style joke? My loyal and brave warriors have already broken through this city and are at the gates, trapping you rats in your rat holes!" Li Rufeng's voice echoed in the darkness. Thanks to the "eloquence" expertise provided by the system, his voice was loud enough.

"My flag has been planted on the city walls. My soldiers long for a glorious and complete victory!" Li Rufeng turned around and looked around, his sight encompassing every soldier in his formation. He asked loudly, "Now someone tells us to leave this city and he will not bother us anymore. Do you agree?"

The soldiers, exhausted and surrounded by fear in the darkness, did not react immediately, but the officers reacted quickly enough. Someone immediately shouted, "No!"

With the officer taking the lead, all the soldiers reacted. At first, there were some scattered shouts, but soon these scattered shouts became unified with the collective voice.

Eventually the sound became like the crashing of waves, echoing in the darkness as if it was about to break apart invisible reefs.

Now the soldiers were no longer afraid. They heard the collective power from Li Rufeng's voice and their own voices. When they stood together, when they covered each other's backs, even those wizards who used witchcraft could only hide in the dark and make meaningless threats to them.