The other side.
In the Hebrew-occupied city of Memphis.
The sky was dark, with gloomy clouds surrounding the mostly destroyed city. Inside Samar's command post, hundreds of candles flickered uneasily.
Samar, he was one of the legion commanders of the eighteen Hebrew legions.
He was tall, wearing the blue-black armor unique to the commander of the Hebrew Legion. He stood in front of the map with anger, and slammed the table with the baton in his hand.
"Can someone explain this to me? Why were most of the barbarians who came to support us killed by the Egyptians?"
"It's understandable that that bunch of rubbish was wiped out, but there's also no news of the great magician who was sent to sneak into the Egyptian capital and burn the granary. What's going on?"
His voice was like thunder, shocking the surrounding generals into bowing their heads in silence.
An adjutant stepped forward and said, "Commander, Egypt's actions are indeed beyond our expectations, but they... cannot discover your deployment in advance."
Samar sneered and stared at the adjutant in front of him: "Impossible to find out? Then why are they always one step ahead?"
"My plan was originally flawless. The barbarians should have helped us form an encirclement by now, and our operation of burning the granary should have been successful. But why? Why do I always fail?"
The generals below looked at each other in bewilderment. One of them said tentatively, "Could it be... Could it be that their 'Master Heka' or the gods have some special abilities? I heard that these magicians in Egypt are very powerful. Maybe they..."
"Bullshit!" Samar slapped the table and roared, "What special ability? I think there must be a rat in the city! Otherwise, how could they be one step ahead of me so many times?"
"......"
There was dead silence in the tent and no one dared to say a word.
Samar slowly swept his eyes over each of his subordinates, as if his eyes could penetrate through people's flesh and directly into their bones, making people shudder.
He tapped the tabletop with his fingers, and the "tapping" sound was like a countdown before the coming of death.
He raised his baton high, and just as Samar was about to smash the table to pieces, footsteps were heard at the door.
"Report!"
A messenger came hurriedly and bowed to Samar and knelt down: "Commander, the reply from the commander-in-chief has arrived. The magic shield corps you requested will arrive in Memphis in five days."
After hearing this, Samar's eyes flashed and the anger on his face subsided a little.
"Very good. Once the Shield Corps arrives, we won't have to worry about that bunch of damn 'Master Heka' anymore."
He snorted coldly, then glanced at the crowd, his words sharp as a blade: "These two failures have seriously disrupted my plan. This time, I must not let any news leak out!"
When he said this, his eyes turned and he raised his hand. The guard beside him immediately took out a bottle filled with thick liquid.
The liquid in the bottle was slightly yellowish, and it looked very strange just by looking at it.
"This is the bitter water given to me by the angel of God," Samar said slowly, "I will dilute it and send it to the city."
Samar gave a wink, and the guard beside him immediately stepped forward to explain to the generals.
"If a Hebrew drinks it and nothing unusual happens to his body, it means he is one of us. But if other changes occur, it means his bloodline is not pure."
When Samael heard this, his eyes turned fierce and his voice became even colder: "The Hebrews will never betray their compatriots. I will find those bastards hiding in the team and leave no one alive!"
His eyes turned to the window, where the Egyptians who had been driven into an area in Memphis were held.
Therefore, it was impossible for the Egyptians to sneak into the city, unless this person had pretended to be a Hebrew and sneaked into the occupied area long ago.
Samael’s plan was simple: send bitter water into the city and have everyone drink it.
He firmly believed that this method could catch all insiders and dissidents in one fell swoop and eliminate all possible hidden dangers.
the next day.
As Kamul's insider walked in the city, he would occasionally glance at the checkpoints on the streets.
He had learned that a force that was not afraid of magic was heading towards Memphis.
"The information must be passed on."
As usual, he walked out of the house and prepared to send the information out via caravan.
However, all the gates of Memphis were closed, and not even a fly could escape.
He also noticed that there were many more soldiers than yesterday, and everyone had to drink a yellow liquid. If there was any abnormality in their body, they would be executed immediately.
The soldiers' actions were cold and ruthless. They didn't care even though the corpses around them looked strange, with black blisters and bruises, and emitted a disgusting odor.
And the soldiers would soon move in his direction.
His heart sank, knowing that the situation was not good, so he immediately returned to his temporary residence and took out a bottle.
There was a golden scorpion curled up inside.
This golden scorpion is his last resort for secret communications. Kamul once told him that once this object is used, it means that this is the last piece of information.
At the same time, this also means the death of the informant.
After opening the bottle cap, he bit his finger and quickly wrote the key information on a piece of linen with blood, and carefully tied the linen to the abdomen of the golden scorpion.
Then, he poured a small amount of sand from the Egyptian capital from another bottle and sprinkled it lightly on the golden scorpion.
The smell of these sands will guide the Golden Scorpion to find the right direction.
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