Mount and Blade Central Asia

The soldiers' voices replaced Li Rufeng's and answered the black wizard. Ali, out of anger, set off huge waves in the dreamland, crushing countless buildings in the dreamland into pieces.

Ali seems to be an omnipotent god in the dreamland, but the irony is that the greater his power in the dreamland, the smaller his influence in the real world.

In front of Li Rufeng's strange flag, the dreamland became a real dreamland, which was clearly separated from reality. Ali's power could not affect any place covered by light.

That road is the dividing line between the two worlds. As long as Ali dares to control those sleepers to cross that road, they will wake up immediately.

He didn't know how Li Rufeng did all this, just as Li Rufeng didn't know how Ali built the dream kingdom. The two sides were completely on different tracks.

But it is obvious that now, Li Rufeng, who holds power in the real world, is the one with the advantage, and even Ali's own body is trapped on Li Rufeng's side.

Unless he was willing to give up control of the dream kingdom, he could only wait for Li Rufeng's soldiers to use fire and cold water to open holes in the walls of the wizard tower little by little, and then drag him out like catching a mouse.

And Ali's physical body...is a bit embarrassing to show to others.

The Azure Wind did grant Ali the power of immortality, but as an irony to satisfy his eccentric hobby, he did not teach Ali how to remain immortal.

Therefore, Ali's physical body is an old and decrepit body that even he himself does not want to face. This is also the reason why Ali prefers to stay in the dreamland rather than the real world.

In the real world, he was as old as a rotten wood. Every breath he took seemed to drain his last bit of strength, and every meal he took was like the most cruel torture in the world.

Most of the time, Ali couldn't tell whether the food he ate was inherently disgusting or if his digestive tract had already started to rot.

His last tooth fell out 150 years ago, which is why Ali developed that "liquid food" to ensure his survival.

Yes, he could indeed replace his body through the power of witchcraft, but even if he chose a young and strong body, the traces of time would soon come upon him, and the body would quickly return to its former state.

After losing the power of the Dream Kingdom, Ali can only try to intimidate Li Rufeng with the knowledge and wisdom he has accumulated over hundreds of years.

This trick worked every time he tried it. Even the great conqueror had to succumb to his "power" and finally had to find a few Orthodox clergy to drive Ali away.

But now Ali could not see any fear in Li Rufeng. He was like all other young people, with the courage of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger.

So in the face of Li Rufeng's response, Ali had no other choice but to remain silent.

"If you have nothing to say, then it's my turn." Li Rufeng never misses the opportunity to beat the opponent when he is down. He not only wants to conquer the opponent physically, but also trample on the opponent psychologically.

"Please look at my soldiers, look at their eyes, look at their limbs, if you have eyes in the traditional sense." Li Rufeng turned over and dismounted, slammed the battle flag in his hand into the ground, and put the magic sword in his hand back into the scabbard.

But he casually pulled over a personal guard and walked to the middle of the road. With the help of the strategic map perspective, he accurately grasped the boundary between him and the opponent, and refused to cross the line even a step, and just put on a crazy face in front of the door.

"These are my soldiers. They have their own parents. It takes more than ten years for a child to grow up from a child to an adult. A healthy child requires a pair of parents to spend enough money and energy to raise him." Li Rufeng's words were addressed to the black wizard hiding in the dark, but he was also speaking to his own soldiers at the same time.

"Such a person must have survived the potential famine and war of his childhood to successfully create everything with his own hands." Li Rufeng pointed at the wizard tower shrouded in darkness in the background and said loudly, "Even the tower you are building was built brick by brick by mortals like you."

"This is the power of mortals. Mortals are the foundation of this world. Without them, this world would be desolate!" Li Rufeng shouted loudly, "And the witchcraft you are so proud of is nothing but an illusory power. If you still have any conscience as a human being, you should not waste the lives of these Mosul people like this!"

"You are a shameless person!" Li Rufeng's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing not only Ali's heart, but also the hearts of other soldiers behind him.

Chapter 577 Collaborators

The black wizard's silence was just a gift to Li Rufeng. His real headache was how to make his soldiers, especially the Mongolian soldiers, curb their desire to plunder.

Mosul is a big city. Even though it has been ravaged by the Black Sheep and the Black Wizards, it still contains valuable treasures. Li Rufeng naturally hopes to take over the city intact.

In this way, he established a stable and prosperous trade route from Mosul to Aleppo. If the Qara ...

In the darkness, there was the sound of bodies falling down. It was the sound of the sleepers losing the extra support and falling asleep on the ground again.

The dark wizard gave up?

Although Li Rufeng stood closer to the front than the others, he still couldn't determine the situation on the opposite side in the dark, and the fog surrounding the four wizard towers from the perspective of the strategic map had not dissipated.

Did Ali give up?

Of course not. Ali, who had been isolated from society for hundreds of years and lived in seclusion to explore the way of witchcraft, had long abandoned the so-called humanity. He just gave up those who were sleeping in the long sleep.

Without the coverage of dreams, those sleepers don't even have the ability to cross that boundary. The little energy left in their bodies is needed to maintain survival. If they all die, the dreamland itself will have no dreams to dream and will be directly shattered.

This is why Ali gave up. His intimidation plan did not work and he did not win the gamble.

Now, Ali had no cards left, so he finally remembered the three "colleagues" whom he had always regarded as reserve sacrifices, that is, the other three tower masters -

"If you don't want the dream kingdom to be destroyed, find a way to drive these barbarians away. Before noon is your last chance." This was the content of the message Ali sent to them.

When the whole world was still digging in the soil for food, these dark wizards were not only able to conduct aerial reconnaissance, but also transmit voices over thousands of miles. Moreover, with the dreamland as a medium, they were almost able to make video calls directly.

Naturally, Misia, the most insignificant leader of the North Tower, also received the news. How should I put it? This news greatly encouraged his determination to surrender.

If he was still a little hesitant before, worried that he would be held accountable by other tower masters after escaping the city, now Misia has let go of his last bit of reserve.

He enthusiastically asked his academic slaves to prepare a sumptuous...breakfast according to human standards?

Well, it was almost dawn at this time, and all Misia had to do was to formally say in a more dignified way what she had hidden in her heart and had not said out of shame.

Fakhr and Fatma exchanged puzzled glances. Fatma might not have such a far-sighted vision, but Fakhr was a big shot before, so he was not unfamiliar with what was happening before him.

Judging from the situation, the dark wizard in front of them probably has something to ask of them, no, to be more precise, he has something to ask of Fatma.

Fakhr glanced at Fatma and realized that the pressure came from the army besieging Mosul outside the city. Those Mongols had succeeded!

Until today, Fahr felt that these dark wizards were an almost invincible force. After all, he had seen too many incredible things during his time in Mosul.

He would not be surprised at all if one day these dark wizards suddenly announced that they would inherit the title of Caliph.

But now someone has actually succeeded in threatening these dark wizards from outside, and there are only less than 5,000 of them. This makes Fahr very curious about the shaman he has never met.

The same was true for the dark wizard Misia, except that he knew a little more about Li Rufeng. He had heard about Li Rufeng as early as the beginning of this war.

As a dark wizard with a secular bent, Mysia served as the court mage in the Black Sheep King's court for a long time, helping with major operations including the establishment of a spy communication network and ambushes outside Tabriz.

However, as the entire dark wizard group's tendency towards independence became stronger and stronger, the cooperation between Mysia and the Black Sheep People also reached a dead end. To be honest, he was quite happy to be a court wizard. At least there he did not have to worry about being ambushed by his peers or apprentices.

Since the dark wizards can cooperate with the Black Sheep, they can naturally cooperate with others.

Fatma and the Sleepless, who were at a disadvantage, had little will to resist the enthusiastic Black Wizard Tower Master. If Misia wanted, he could even take over the will of these people directly and make them perform a one-man show with him like puppets.

Although the North Tower is the most marginal wizard tower with the slowest construction progress, it is still one of the four nodes that maintain the existence of the Dream Kingdom.

As long as they are within the scope of the dreamland, these tower masters, whose authority far exceeds that of ordinary dark wizards, are omnipotent gods to mortals.

So after the banquet, both the host and the guests seemed to be having a great time. Fatma humbly followed the black wizard's instructions and took the initiative to invite him to the military camp to have a chat with Li Rufeng.

Of course, Fatma had many other thoughts in her mind, and Misia saw it clearly, but he was unwilling to argue with her. He knew from Fatma's shallow memory that the other party was the personal guard of the Mongolian shaman.

As a defector, Misia didn't want to offend her potential new employer in advance because of such a small person.

A dark wizard, especially one who is as focused on academics as he is, needs financial backers to provide all kinds of support behind the scenes.

Once upon a time, this group of them were not called dark wizards. They were just wizards, one of many types of wizards. However, due to the influence of the crazy power at the bottom of the Blue Wind and the brokerage difficulties faced in reality, many dark wizards chose the path of sacrifice with efficiency as the top priority.

After all, as long as you put aside your moral bottom line and offer the soul that the Azure Wind is interested in, you can gain more knowledge, obtain prophecies about yourself, and even create new spells according to your own wishes. It is simply an omnipotent wish-making machine.

But through observing other dark wizards during this period, Misia discovered a hidden pattern, that is, everything given by the Blue Wind may have been secretly marked with a price.

Finally, when the dawn was beginning to brighten, Misia, who had dressed herself up as a sleepless person, finally arrived at Li Rufeng's temporary military camp in the city under the leadership of Fatma.

In fact, as soon as Fatma and the others left the area covered by the fog, Li Rufeng and he re-established the spiritual bond between them, and learned that there was a black wizard who seemed to be of high status and was willing to surrender.

This was simply the best thing Li Rufeng had heard today. He needed the skills that these dark wizards displayed intentionally or unintentionally, but it was obvious that apart from the group of dark wizards, other outsiders could not analyze such power at all.

He originally wanted to recruit a few apprentices from the ruins in the venue, train them slowly and put them on the right path, but now that there is a bigger fish willing to take the bait, Li Rufeng naturally would not refuse.

But Master Li was still very confident that he could control these believers of the Four Wind Gods.

Although the handwriting on those ghostly scribbles is a little ugly, the effect is extremely powerful.

This time, Mr. Li must get everything he wants!

Chapter 578 The Dark Wizard Playing MR

boom!

With a loud bang, the soldiers finally opened a large enough hole in the solid wall of the wizard tower.

When these dark wizards built the wizard tower, they also added wood as the keel. At this time, the soldiers were using axes to clean up the wood chips after the explosion.

Before this, the soldiers had been roasting a fire near the wall for nearly three hours. The flames had blackened the wall, and then cold water was poured on it continuously, causing the wall to crack little by little, creating holes for placing gunpowder.

"The main materials are limestone and clay, but if prepared in the normal way, the strength is not so high. Savaidang used a blood ritual, and it contains a mixture of the blood and souls of almost two thousand people." Misia whispered beside Li Rufeng.

In order to leave a good impression on her new employer, Misia tried her best to tell him all the information she knew about the Wizard Tower.

From the quick-drying mud used to build the wizard tower to the core magic circle inside, Misia basically said everything she knew without holding back.

Mysia was once a noble scholar. Of course, his family was wiped out with the war launched by the great conqueror, but even so, he still had a very good upbringing.

This is also the origin of most dark wizards. In this era, only nobles had the opportunity to learn to read and write. They embarked on the path of dark wizards more out of curiosity about the power of miracles.

Secondly, there are extremists who go all the way to the end for the sake of power or ambition.

Most of these extremists came from poor, self-taught commoners, or nobles burdened with hatred.

Unfortunately, the reason why Azure Wind is classified as an evil god is because of its chaotic and corrupt logic at the bottom.

The more twisted their minds are, the more likely they are to be favored by the Blue Wind. In comparison, a relatively "normal" dark wizard like Misia basically relies on his own intelligence and talents to barely gain a foothold in the group of dark wizards.

If it weren't for the murders between the dark wizards this time, and the assassinations were so brutal, it wouldn't have been possible for a "normal person" like Misia to become the tower master.

"Do you know the specific formula? Can you make such materials?" Li Rufeng was standing not far from the wizard tower.

He was the only one who could restrain the black wizard's spellcasting ability. Those soldiers regarded him as the source of courage. Only when Li Rufeng stood here could those soldiers move forward with peace of mind and continue to destroy the wizard tower itself.

"Yes, sir, I know the formula. If you allow the sacrificial ceremony, I can make materials with the same effect for you." Misia couldn't figure out Li Rufeng's character for the time being, so he lowered his voice when he mentioned the word sacrificial ceremony.

"No, I don't need those evil rituals to enhance these...cements. I can accept ordinary materials that are weaker in performance, but I hope you can show your talents as much as possible. I believe that even through mortal means, you can improve the upper limit of this material." Li Rufeng certainly knew the magic of cement. In this era, no one knew cement better than him.

Therefore, Li Rufeng knew very well that these black wizards used sacrificial rituals to replace the grinding and high-temperature calcination processes, especially the former. If the influence of the power of miracles was not taken into account, this material would be meaningless in this era.

Misia lowered her head humbly and began to think carefully about how much of the "evil" things about witchcraft this adult could accept.

And Misia was not telling the truth. He did know that the main component of this thing was limestone, but all the raw materials were sent directly into the wizard tower in front of him, and after coming out, they became granular "raw materials".

All it takes is some less lazy slaves to grind the materials further with tools, and then add some additives, and they'll be usable.

Most dark wizards don't care about such technical details at all. Even Shavay himself doesn't value this kind of material very much. They care more about real power.

For example, how to make a dark wizard immortal, how to learn more about the nature of the power of miracles so that one can go further and deeper on this path.

To Li Rufeng, this was a very funny concept. These dark wizards seemed to be more interested in growing a pair of wings or simply turning themselves into birds rather than building an airplane to allow them to soar into the sky.

What's even more ridiculous is that they actually succeeded. At least the dark wizard named Misia can turn into a crow... According to him, these dark wizards regard this transformation ability as a test, and only the dark wizards who can do this can be considered real dark wizards.

The reason why Misia was so humble in front of Li Rufeng was because he was left speechless by the questioning during the conversation with Li Rufeng.

"Have you never thought about building a flying machine? Even a magic carpet or a flying broom? Don't you read storybooks?" Li Rufeng's question at the time left Misia speechless.

Yeah, why do we have to turn into birds? What went wrong?

...

What went wrong?

Ali, who was inside the wizard tower, looked coldly at a group of fully armed barbarians who came in through the gap they had blown up.

Strictly speaking, these soldiers have entered the realm of dreams. If Ali wanted, he could just snap his fingers and make these soldiers lost in the realm of dreams forever.

But there was no point in doing so, because soon Li Rufeng held up the flag and walked in from the hole that had been widened to a large enough size.

Just as it had happened before, when the flag was erected inside the wizard tower, the area previously covered by the dreamland was immediately returned to reality.

The interior of the wizard tower, which originally looked dazzling and full of magical decorations and tools, was instantly reduced to its original form and turned into a crudely made "model".

For example, the ferocious monsters that the soldiers were confronting just now turned into hunting dogs that looked ferocious but threatening-free as Li Rufeng entered.

The ferocious and mysterious sculptures on the walls have also become decorative paintings with only simple lines.

Li Rufeng tried to understand the dark wizard named Shavay in his own way, and finally concluded that he seemed to be using mixed reality, also known as MR technology...

Attach the power of the dream kingdom to real objects in reality, and then use the power of dreams to make them come true.

If the two sides were not in a hostile position, Li Rufeng would have wanted to applaud the other party.

He was a user of half the power of miracles, and he had come into contact with many "colleagues" before and after, but none of them left such a deep impression on Li Rufeng.

Those people seemed to be no different from the wizards, knights, and dragon slayers in myths, but this dark wizard obviously had a broad vision and a deep imagination.

Unfortunately, in order to fulfill his ambition, an entire city of people needs to fall into a deep sleep, using their dreams as energy to continuously supply the existence of this imaginary city.

If those who engage in finance in front of industrialists should be sentenced to death, then those who play with concepts should be cut into pieces. The two sides are completely incompatible.

"Search out all the living things in the tower! Strip them naked and carry them out!" Li Rufeng's words were full of malice. Even an old immortal like Ali couldn't help but tremble after hearing it.

Maybe it's time to leave. Ali never counted on the other three tower masters. He just hoped that they could help delay some time.

But now it seems meaningless. Other black rooms can only use the power of the dream kingdom to peek into the superficial memories of the people they see. Ali, who created the dream kingdom, naturally has more profound attainments in this area.

Before Li Rufeng's strange flag dispelled the dream kingdom, he vaguely "saw" the other party's thoughts revealed in his eyes.