"Take him away and lock him up!"
Lin Ke gave the order coldly, and then several guards immediately stepped forward, pulled the Hebrew scout up from the ground, and dragged him out of the tent where Lin Ke was.
The scout's face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.
But he would never become a traitor, so even when he heard the Holy Pharaoh say that he would let the succubus torture him, he did not say a word.
After the scout was taken away, Nan Tong slowly walked forward and came to Lin Ke's side.
He whispered to Lin Ke, "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
"I have one thing that I don't understand. The succubus is not in the camp right now. She may not be back until the army sets out at the earliest."
"Wouldn't it be too time-consuming to do this? Or you can let me give it a try? Perhaps I can find out something."
Hearing this, Lin Ke just smiled and said, "He is a dead man. Unless you take out his brain and bake it with magic, you won't be able to get anything out of him."
"I said this entirely for the scout to hear."
"I plan to have him take back the false information so that it can accurately mislead the Hebrew army and buy us more time."
"I was planning to tell you later, but since you're asking now, I won't explain any more later."
When Nan Tong heard this, he immediately realized: "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is wise!"
Lin Ke nodded, then motioned Nan Tong to come closer.
Then, he leaned close to Nan Tong's ear and told him the whole plan in a low voice.
After midnight, the camp of the Holy Egyptian Army gradually quieted down.
The Hebrew scout was locked in a small tent with his hands and feet tied tightly.
There were some shields and weapons piled up in the tent. It was obvious that this was a temporary place to store miscellaneous items.
The scout first glanced around the tent, then began to think about ways to escape.
However, although his weapons were confiscated, he still had wrist guards on his hands.
Then find the right angle and use it to rub the rope.
So the scout began to rub the rope with the wrist guards desperately, and the rough edges of the wrist guards were gradually wearing the rope into holes.
He kept rubbing and rubbing until his wrists were almost peeled off.
After an unknown amount of time, a part of the rope was finally worn off.
The scout was delighted at this moment and immediately struggled to break free from the restraints on his hands.
Success!
Then he quickly untied the ropes on his feet.
However, although he broke free from his restraints, he currently had no way to escape.
If he looked through the firelight outside the tent, he could clearly see the shadows of the two guards.
He knew he had to wait for his opportunity.
Just then, a noisy sound came from the distance.
Someone shouted loudly: "There seems to be an enemy on the river! Go over and take a look!"
Then, many footsteps began to rush towards the Nile River.
The scout's heartbeat quickened and his breathing became more rapid. This was the best chance to escape!
Just wait for an opportunity...
He held his breath and paid close attention to what was happening outside.
Suddenly, he saw the shadow of an old man appear outside the tent. He recognized him at a glance as the star magician.
The first thing that came out was a very vicissitudes of life voice: "Many barbarians have appeared on the other side of the river. Go to the Saint Pharaoh's tent to protect him."
One soldier seemed a little puzzled: "But, we were ordered to take care of this Hebrew scout."
And that vicissitudes of life voice appeared again: "The Hebrews are all tied up, can they still run away?"
"Besides, this is the order of His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh, you should go quickly!"
The two guards looked at each other, finally nodded, and left immediately.
A feeling of ecstasy surged in the scout's heart, but he still did not dare to be careless at this moment.
He quickly found an old dagger in the tent, held it in his hand, and waited with bated breath.
Just then, several more people in robes came up to the old man.
Their voices were somewhat hurried: "Oh no, teacher!"
"The divine breath is somewhat unstable. We must concentrate our magical power to maintain the divine breath!"
"Otherwise, there may be changes!"
The old man was startled, and his voice sounded a little anxious: "What? Could it be that because of the enemy's attack, the magic that maintains your divine breath has become unstable?"
A robed man immediately whispered, "Exactly!"
"We must find a solution as soon as possible. We must not ruin the plan of His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh."
"If we are careless, we won't be able to take Jerusalem in one fell swoop."
The old man nodded, his tone becoming even more panicked: "Okay, do it immediately! There must be no mistakes!"
"If the enemy attacks, don't worry, I will stop them!"
"Yes!" the people in long robes answered in unison and then hurried away.
When the scout heard this, his face turned pale.
He realized that he had accidentally heard a shocking secret.
Holy Egypt’s target turned out to be Jerusalem!
The Hebrew capital!
At this time, several more soldiers came over. They whispered to Nan Tong, "The people from the Witch Demon Society will be here soon."
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is calling you over."
Nan Tong nodded and said anxiously: "Okay, go and greet him quickly. I will go to His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh now."
The noise in the camp was growing louder and louder, and the scouts knew that if they missed the opportunity... they would not be able to bring the information out!
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