Nan Tong stood on the sand, looking at the twelve people without any change in his expression.
Saul was half leaning at his feet, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The young man's expression was not very good.
His face was filled with fear, and he immediately realized that he was being used.
Those Hebrews actually dressed up as travelers and accompanied him!
The twelve travelers formed a semicircle, their eyes fierce.
One of the young travelers pulled off his hood, then he spoke with a sinister grin.
"The magician of Holy Egypt? He's hiding really well!"
"It's a pity that you and this damn traitor will both die here today."
"If I kill you here, no one will know."
A strong man beside him took a step forward. He was almost twice as tall as Nan Tong.
"Just in time to bury you behind this sand dune."
"No one can even find your remains."
The older "traveler" had a white beard, but he squinted his eyes and stared at Nan Tong.
"This kid's magic was cast by the Ultimate Great Mage."
"Since you can break it, it means you have some skills."
"Unfortunately, it's just bad luck for you to run into us."
"You can't win us, old man."
He waved his hand, and two people behind him took out their staffs.
Their magic made the air buzz and even shook the sand.
"We have three ultimate great magicians."
"How dare you, a wizard from Holy Egypt, meddle in other people's business?"
"Even if you are the same Ultimate Mage as us, you can't defeat us."
"We have the advantage in numbers."
Saul held himself up, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the sand, his voice hoarse.
"My Lord...go away! Leave me alone!"
He didn't care about what the Hebrews said, he just wanted the old man to escape quickly.
In his opinion, Nan Tong could not defeat so many people.
The Hebrews just sneered, then waved their staffs, their magic stirring up a small layer of sand.
"You stinky dog who wants to surrender to Holy Egypt, you are still helping your enemies when you are about to die?"
"Since you like this place so much, I will bury you in this desert right away, and not even your bones will be found!"
A soldier drew his weapon and pointed the tip of the knife at Saul: "No, I won't let you die so easily."
"Look, I'm going to take off all your hands and feet and bury them piece by piece in the sand."
"And you, old man."
"You think you can take him away by breaking our magic?"
"dream!"
Nan Tong just glanced at the other person. The other person was dressed too similarly, so he momentarily forgot about the person who cast a spell on Saul.
"Who cast this magic in his body?"
At this time, a Hebrew magician stepped forward and said, "I, the Hebrew Ultimate Mage, cast this magic."
"You can break our spells, your magic power is indeed not weak. It's a pity that no matter how powerful the magic of Holy Egypt is, it will be useless."
"We have two ultimate great mages and ten elite soldiers."
Even if you have the power of the ultimate magician, you can't win."
"Tell us who you are and get on your knees and beg for mercy."
"In this way, maybe I can give you a quick death!"
Another soldier took over the conversation: "Old man, did you hear that?"
"Kneel down and beg for mercy, or I'll chop off your hands and feet and bury them in the sand!"
Saul could no longer bear what these people said.
Saul coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered to his feet, "My lord, hurry up!"
"They have more people! You can't win!"
He wanted to get up, but his hands were too weak to support his body.
He fell back onto the sand, his eyes red.
Nan Tong smiled lightly and glanced at the people who were talking nonsense.
His eyes were calm, as if he was watching a performance: "Is Hebrew using the Ultimate Magician like this now?"
"It seems that the Hebrew Empire today is indeed just a spent force."
When the other party heard this, his face darkened: "Arrogant old thing!"
"Look, I'm going to burn you to a crisp right now!"
He swung his staff violently, a red light exploded, and magic power turned into flames, rushing towards Nan Tong.
The four soldiers also rushed forward together, with swords and machetes drawn, full of murderous intent.
The staffs of other Hebrew magicians lit up.
Flames and fireballs all flew towards Nan Tong, determined to kill him with one blow.
Saul simply shouted, "Sir!"
Then, regardless of the blood flowing from his mouth, he rushed to Nan Tong.
"Go! My Lord! You will die!"
Nan Tong still stood there without moving.
And just as the opponent's magic power was approaching, he gently raised his hand.
There was a muffled "humming" sound in the air, and a magical power acted like a wall, blocking all attacks from the opponent.
The twelve Hebrews were stunned where they stood, and the two ultimate magicians' eyes seemed to pop out of their heads.
Because they found that the man in front of them cast magic without even using the crocodile skull or the staff.
"You... who are you?"
The voices of two of the Hebrew magicians trembled and they took a half step back.
A soldier who didn't believe in evil rushed forward and was about to take Nan Tong's heart.
Nan Tong just clenched his fist lightly and pulled his body into the desert with a "whoosh".
Such a living person disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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