When Lin Ke arrived, the Hebrew magician was already dead.
While he was on the way, he saw an "enemy unit" appear next to the city wall.
Not long after, the "enemy unit" sign disappeared.
So, on the way here, Lin Ke already knew the news.
When Lin Ke got close to Nan Tong, he slowly put him down, because the moment Nan Tong stopped infusing his magic power, it would completely declare his death.
The hem of Nan Tong's robe was stained with dust. Obviously, he had done his best to save the Hebrew magician.
Lin Ke looked into Nan Tong's eyes. The light in his eyes was still the same as before, but with a hint of regret.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
He bowed, then dropped to one knee.
Even the voice became much deeper.
Then he touched his forehead to the ground and said, "I, your servant, deserve death for not being able to save this Hebrew magician."
"Old minister, I am sorry to disappoint you."
As Nan Tong spoke, he pressed his forehead against the ground even harder.
Lin Ke just looked at the city wall and then at the twisted corpse.
Finally, his gaze returned to Nan Tong.
Of course, Lin Ke would not blame him. Lin Ke knew that Nan Tong must have tried his best.
"stand up."
Lin Ke just stretched out his hand, trying to help Nan Tong up: "I see magical light emanating from your body."
"You used your magical powers to keep him alive, but you still couldn't save his life."
"But it doesn't matter. What matters is that you are safe."
"We can look for intelligence again."
Nan Tong did not stand up, but lowered his head even lower: "This old minister's slow-falling technique was a step late... If it could be a little faster..."
"Maybe he wouldn't have died."
"In the final analysis, it is I, the old minister, who have failed His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh..."
Lin Ke looked above the city wall, then at the magician's exploding palm.
Based on the appearance of the other party's corpse, other information observed by Lin Ke, and Nan Tong's words.
Lin Ke immediately understood that the magician had fallen to death.
If even Nan Tong couldn't stop it, it meant that when Nan Tong arrived here, the opponent had almost landed or was about to land.
However, looking at the magician's thin body, he just narrowed his eyes slightly.
Obviously, the reason why the magician chose to jump down from the city wall was probably because he encountered some kind of mortal situation.
Although Lin Ke didn't know what the magician had experienced, he just turned around and looked at Nan Tong.
Then he interrupted Nan Tong.
"He is dead."
"You died the moment you jumped off the wall."
When Nan Tong heard Lin Ke’s words, he suddenly raised his head.
He actually looked a little stunned.
"Can't you see?"
Lin Ke pointed at the corpse: "His body was already in a dying state before he jumped off the city wall."
"That's not a fall injury."
After hearing Lin Ke's words, Nan Tong began to observe the corpse carefully.
He saw that the man was thin and had some small cuts on his arms.
But what was strange was that those small wounds formed large scabs, and the scabs were not completely solid.
When he fell to the ground, the scabs cracked again and blood oozed out slightly.
"This is......"
Nan Tong's voice suddenly choked: "Could it be that he hasn't eaten or drunk anything in recent days?"
"You survive by drinking blood from your wounds?"
As he spoke, he looked at Lin Ke with his eyes slightly widened.
He didn't expect that the Holy Pharaoh could observe such tiny details.
Lin Ke nodded slightly: "Even if he doesn't jump from here, I'm afraid he won't live for long."
"It seems to be just as we expected before."
“The gates of Hebron were completely sealed from the inside.”
"So, he had no choice but to jump off the city wall instead of escaping through the city gate."
"His fate is already determined. Even if you had come earlier, you might not have been able to save him."
"So, don't blame yourself."
After hearing Lin Ke's words, Nan Tong gently stepped on the ground, splashing a circle of dust.
"I see!"
"It was my negligence! I didn't notice these tiny clues!"
"Your Majesty, the Holy Pharaoh, I just didn't mention one thing to you. When I got here, the magician was still alive."
Lin Ke was thinking about how to attack the city at this time, because there was only one way to determine whether there was royal blood in the city.
That is to break through the gate and then check whether there is a corpse with blood sucked out in any house.
A corpse similar to how Joshua died.
But after hearing Nan Tong's words, Lin Ke just asked.
"It seems that you got some information from him."
"Tell me about it."
Lin Ke raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then looked at Nan Tong who was bowing and spoke slowly.
"Your Majesty, Holy Pharaoh, when I arrived, this Hebrew magician thought I was a reinforcement from Jerusalem."
"He was injured and couldn't see me clearly, so I changed the way and tone of my speech and asked him for some information."
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