As his voice grew louder, the Hebrew soldiers also let out earth-shaking roars, and their swords struck their shields, making a heart-pounding metallic roar.
"We can't let the Holy Pharaoh be humiliated! Everyone, stand up. We must not let these Hebrews look down on us!"
“Stand up!”
The trembling magicians slowly stood up. They just stared into the distance, in the direction where Samar's voice came from.
Samar raised his hand for silence amid the carnival-like noise, his smile gradually becoming more sinister.
"Very well, when we occupy your capital, I will make every Egyptian pay for you!"
"I will reduce every house in Holy Egypt to ashes, and turn your parents and children into slaves!"
"Your palaces will become ruins, and your idols will be buried in the sand!"
His voice became increasingly louder, and the emotion in his eyes was almost crazy: "All Egyptians should die! All!"
Upon hearing this, the Egyptian magicians all gritted their teeth and glared ahead.
Samar looked at the Egyptian magicians below and smiled evilly again.
"However, I can still give you a way to survive."
"If any of you choose to surrender now, kneel at my feet, kiss my toes, and then cut off your hands to become my slave, I can consider letting those who do so go."
He spoke in a leisurely tone, as if he was casually bidding for cattle and sheep: "What do you think? The opportunity is right in front of you, who is willing to exchange for a life? Otherwise, when my magic shield soldiers rush over, you won't even have the chance to kneel down!"
Samar spoke every word very clearly, even deliberately slowing down his speech, enjoying the psychological and dignified humiliation he inflicted on the Egyptian wizards.
But the magicians were helpless as they watched the Black Shield Soldiers approaching them.
His voice finally rose high and turned into a wild laugh: "Now, tell me, who will be the first good slave to crawl over and lick my toes?"
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