The morning sun had just begun to shine upon the earth, and the walls of Memphis were still shrouded in a slight morning mist.
A Hebrew scout ran into the city, his armor rising and falling slightly due to his heavy breathing.
Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed straight to Samar's command tent.
"Report! Sir, a large number of Egyptian wizards were found gathering in the desert!"
The scout almost shouted the news to Samael's tent.
His voice was rapid, with panic mixed in between his breaths. "Hundreds of magicians, including Master Heka, are heading towards our base west of the city!"
"I, I also saw an old man, he walked so lightly, like he was walking on the wind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dull noise was heard from inside the tent.
The curtain was suddenly pulled open, and Samar rushed out like a wild beast.
His eyes were red with anger, and beads of sweat on his temples sparkled in the morning sunlight.
The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and his whole body was like a bow with a full string, ready to explode at any time.
"These Egyptian bastards are finally here!"
He growled, the sound like a hoarse roar squeezed from his chest.
Then, he grabbed the scout's shoulder and said, "Are you sure you can see clearly? Hundreds of wizards? And Master Heka? Is that old man wearing a white robe?"
The scout was stunned by his aura and stammered, "Sir, I saw it with my own eyes. There are so many of them, and there are magical lights flashing among them."
"That old man is at the front of the team, wearing a white robe, and his steps are incredibly light!"
Samar suddenly shook off the scout, turned around and walked into the tent, but on the way he suddenly turned back and locked his eyes on the scout like a hawk.
"Very good! You did a good job! Go back and keep an eye on them. Don't miss any details! Send someone back to report every ten minutes!"
He waved his hand vigorously, and the scout retreated quickly as if he had been pardoned.
Samar clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles almost cracked.
A deep laugh came from his throat, the sound as harsh as the cracking of rock.
He raised his head and looked towards the desert, his eyes filled with rage for revenge.
"Here I am, finally here," his voice was half-smiley, half-angry, half-angry, "Today I will chop all of you Master Heka and those damn old guys into pieces! Not a single one will be spared!"
He slammed his fist on the table next to him. "I'm going to make you kneel on the ground, kiss my toes, and beg for mercy like a loser dog!"
A sudden gust of wind blew by, and his cloak was blown up by the wind, fluttering in the morning light.
He turned and shouted to the tent, "Pass on my order, implement the 'Magic Annihilation' plan!"
This was one of the plans that Samael discussed yesterday, and the "Magic Annihilation" plan refers to the plan to use magic shield soldiers to surround all the magicians in Egypt and capture them in one fell swoop.
His voice echoed throughout the camp, and the surrounding soldiers immediately took action.
Samar stood outside the tent, his bloodshot eyes staring at the end of the desert, as if he had already seen the figures of Master Heka and the magicians.
"Lord Samar, I will lead the Magic Shield Corps and we will set off immediately."
The captain knelt on one knee, saluted Samar, and then led the team away.
"Today," Samar gnashed his teeth, "I will make them pay with blood."
The other side.
Nan Tong led the team of mages to the edge of the desert, and the Holy City of Egypt behind them was gradually moving away.
Only the newly built [Farm] can be seen clearly.
Nan Tong took out a neatly folded map from his arms and slowly unfolded it.
The map paper is very fine, and all the routes and terrains around the city of Holy Egypt marked on it are clearly visible, with every gully and every sand dune clearly presented.
Even the outskirts of Memphis were clearly mapped, and the destroyed areas were marked with a "cross".
"Teacher," a magician disciple in his early twenties beside him couldn't help but speak with a trace of admiration in his eyes, "Not only is your magic profound, but your drawing skills are also so superb. It's really admirable!"
Nan Tong heard this, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he just shook his head gently: "This map was not drawn by me, the master, it was given to me by His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh himself."
When he mentioned Lin Ke, his voice was very soft and his tone was cautious, as if he was afraid of alarming something.
His eyes lingered on the map, and his fingertips lightly tapped the marked route, then slowly retracted his fingertips, as if he was afraid of damaging the map that Lin Ke gave him.
"Holy Pharaoh?" The disciple's eyes were full of surprise. "Are you saying that His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh personally drew this map for you, Teacher?"
As soon as these words were spoken, several magicians around looked at him in shock and disbelief.
Nan Tong stopped, turned around and looked into the distance.
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is the pillar of Holy Egypt. He is in the palace, but he can see the situation thousands of miles away."
"The holy eyes of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh have already seen through the land of the Holy Egypt. Nothing in our homeland can be hidden from the eyes of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
After hearing this, the disciples could not help but admire: "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is truly unfathomable. No wonder our Holy Egypt has been able to survive various crises time and time again."
Nan Tong chuckled and nodded, then rolled up the map and put it back in his arms.
He looked up at the midday sun and said, "Today, our target is the last station in the outer city of Memphis."
"In this battle, we must win glory for the Holy Pharaoh and greater honor for Holy Egypt."
When Nan Tong said this, he looked at the disciple beside him meaningfully.
These magicians are still unaware of the arrival of the Magic Shield Corps.
Of course, this was also Lin Ke's order, so that these magicians could truly "perform" the surprise when the magic failed.
Only in this way can the Hebrews become more arrogant when they pursue them.
The disciple's expression suddenly became excited. He straightened his back and said with high morale: "I will fight hard and be loyal to His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
However, Nan Tong put away his smile and a serious expression appeared on his face.
"Remember, you are a soldier on the battlefield and cannot be a hero. All actions must be carried out according to my command. Do you understand?"
The disciple looked at the master's expression and immediately suppressed his excitement. He bowed his head and replied, "Yes, Master. I will follow your instructions."
Nan Tong patted his shoulder and his tone softened a little.
"Very good, keep going."
He turned and looked forward, without stopping.
And some soldiers in black armor have reached the high sand dunes.
They stared at the wizard below with expressionless faces, just as a cheetah stares at an old sheep and a group of lambs.
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