Among the besieged Hebrew soldiers, some of them felt their legs weaken and their weapons had already fallen to the ground.
They looked at Nan Tong and the two Heka masters in front of them who were emitting golden light.
The three mages were clearly standing there motionless, but it was as if an invisible giant god was pressing down on their heads, and the powerful pressure made it hard for them to breathe.
Some Hebrew soldiers were so scared that they wet their armor. They didn't dare to look Nan Tong in the eye, but just kept their heads down and trembling.
Nan Tong glanced at these miserable enemies, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, but did not continue speaking. Instead, he turned and looked into the distance.
He swallowed.
Then he looked up at the full moon in the sky, and only then did Nan Tong conclude that he had not remembered the time the Holy Pharaoh told him incorrectly.
He was waiting, waiting for the enemy's reinforcements.
But even if he destroyed the camp and gathered the enemies together to threaten them, the enemy's reinforcements had not arrived yet.
"You're coming too slowly..."
"If we continue like this, we will have to kill these Hebrew soldiers to prevent them from discovering our weakness."
He spoke softly in a voice that only he could hear, and continued to look into the distance.
Fire gradually emerged from the darkness, and countless torches flickered in the night. They were the Hebrew cavalry and infantry who came to reinforce.
Nan Tong finally felt a sense of relief. He let out a light breath and then sneered at the Hebrews below.
He looked at the enemies whose eyes were still trembling, and said calmly: "You are very lucky, but next time, you won't be so lucky."
After saying this, he raised his staff and raised his voice.
"Hebrew reinforcements have arrived! Retreat!"
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