"Tsk, you old man who doesn't know how to live or die."
When several Hebrews realized their identities were exposed, they simply gave up pretending and took off the scarves that were wrapped around their heads.
One of them slowly stepped forward, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at him, and then sneered.
"What's wrong with you, old man? Have you lived too long and your brain has become rusty? Why are you wandering around in the middle of the night?"
His companion laughed along, his tone full of contempt.
"Could it be that Egypt is short of troops now, so they sent an old man like you to look after the granary?"
"What a pity that even the Holy Pharaoh has to rely on these useless old bones to guard the granary."
The other Hebrew snorted, his tone full of undisguised insult.
"This broken country will be trampled under our feet sooner or later. Once the matter of Atlantis is over, Egypt will belong to the great Hebrew Empire! When the time comes, I will let this old man watch the animals for me."
"Did you hear that, old man?" The man looked down at Nan Tong, with a cruel arc on his lips, "I'll give you a chance. Get out of the way now. I can still give you a chance to live."
The Egyptian holding the jar had his pupils trembling, like a child who had done something wrong and was discovered.
The Hebrews around laughed mockingly and pointed without any scruples, totally ignoring Nan Tong in front of them.
Nan Tong said nothing, just stared at the unfamiliar Egyptian man holding the jar.
"In the land where the new light of Holy Egypt cannot shine, some people will bend in fear and bow their heads because of threats." Nan Tong spoke, his voice low and slow, as cold as the wind blowing from the depths of the desert.
"I can see the burden on your shoulders and sense the struggle deep inside you."
He didn't mention the jar or accuse anyone by name, but his words were like an invisible hammer, hitting the Memphis man's heart.
"Traitors are not those who chose to betray, but those who never had the opportunity to choose." Nan Tong's tone was calm, but his eyes were as deep as a deep lake.
His eyes slowly swept over each Hebrew and stopped again on the Memphite holding the jar.
"I know what you are thinking." Nan Tong said calmly, "But have you ever thought about this: if the light of the Holy Pharaoh shines on the earth, will you let your children and your family remain in darkness forever, or will you stand up and resist and embrace the light?"
Upon hearing this, the Hebrew man immediately snatched the jar from the Memphis man's hand without waiting for his reaction and threw it towards the granary.
Almost at the same time, another Hebrew pulled out a slender magic wand from his waist and whispered an ancient spell. Then a ball of red flame shot out from the tip of the magic wand.
Nan Tong's eyes narrowed slightly.
He noticed that this magic wand was much shorter than an ordinary staff. Although the color of the flame was very bright, it seemed a little weak, as if it was somewhat powerless.
He quickly determined that in order to sneak into the city, the other party could only carry a shorter wand to cast spells, and the power of the flame was limited, so they needed the liquid in the oil tank as an accelerant to intensify the fire.
However, things did not go as the Hebrews had imagined.
At the moment the flames rose, Nan Tong took a sudden step forward, his robe raised a gust of sand, and fine golden sand swirled out from his cuffs.
The swirling sand particles were like a small storm, swirling up with his gestures and eventually condensing into a barrier in the shape of a crocodile eggshell.
The Hebrews' eyes widened, not expecting that this seemingly elderly Egyptian man was actually a magician.
"What? This old man actually knows magic?" A Hebrew exclaimed in a low voice. He clenched his wand tightly, and his palms began to sweat.
The other person glanced at the golden sand on the ground and the crocodile eggshell-shaped barrier, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes: "What kind of strange magic is this... I've never seen it before!"
Despite their surprise, their tone was still mixed with disdain and even a bit of anger.
Because in their opinion, the man in front of them was just an old Egyptian man who could do magic and he was definitely not a threat.
One of the Hebrews gritted his teeth, suppressed his surprise, and shouted at Nan Tong viciously: "How dare you, old man, stop me! When our Hebrew army occupies this place, I will watch you burn to ashes with my own eyes!"
Another Hebrew laughed at the sound and said sarcastically, "When the last grain of food in Holy Egypt turns to ashes, you will be worthy of hiding behind the wall like pigs and lingering on!"
"Kill the old man! Burn the granary!"
Hearing this, Nan Tong remained unmoved.
"It seems that you are not only stupid, but also ignorant." He said coldly, "In the land of the Holy Pharaoh, anyone who dares to despise his wisdom and power will only have one consequence."
"Is this your last words? Go to hell!"
Another Hebrew man quickly took out a short magic wand, and the two of them raised their staffs at the same time. Flames sprang out like poisonous snakes, gathering into a larger flame, and rushed towards Nan Tong with a roar.
Nan Tong's face was grim. He casually threw a small grain of sand from his sleeve. The sand cracked in the air and burst out with a luster like crocodile scales.
In an instant, the air around the gravel seemed to be sucked out, and the flames went out instantly when they approached, as if they had hit an insurmountable barrier.
The Hebrew's eyes widened as he stared at the wand in his hand in horror.
Their staffs no longer produced any flames, and no matter how hard they cast their spells, it was useless.
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