“Uhh—”
Sharp screams echoed across the desert.
The head of the delegation opened his eyes with difficulty.
The desert is moving, rolling as if given life.
However, the scene before him made him doubt whether he was really dead.
"Hallucination?"
You know, that was not just an ordinary movement of sand dunes, but the entire desert was rolling, wriggling, and deforming as if it had life.
The yellow sand is now undulating like waves, sometimes rising like peaks, sometimes sinking into canyons, and countless sand pillars rise from the ground and collapse.
The shouts of the Mamluk cavalry turned into shrill screams, and their figures were submerged in the madly dancing sand flow, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The head of the delegation was stunned.
"It must be an illusion!"
"Here? Is this hell?"
"Is this the world after death? Why is it still a desert?"
Not far away, in the center of the sandstorm, a figure stood proudly.
"strangeness?"
The captain shook his head, his consciousness beginning to blur.
Lack of water, hunger and fatigue made his thinking dull, and the supernatural phenomenon before him destroyed his last bit of sanity.
The man in black robe walked slowly towards him. When he got close enough to see his face clearly, the division commander was stunned.
"Nantong?"
"You are! Lord Nantong of Holy Egypt?!"
Nan Tong just smiled slightly.
"It is just as His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh predicted."
"Fortunately, I arrived in time."
But the head of the delegation widened his dry eyes.
"No, are you real?"
"Or am I already dead? Or? Is this an illusion?"
Nan Tong just spoke softly after hearing this.
"You are not dead, you have reached the land of Holy Egypt."
"I am Nan Tong, the personal magician of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
"This is not your hallucination."
"Just a little desert magic."
He leaned down and observed the head of the delegation closely.
The head of the delegation swallowed hard, as if he was choking.
"Wait! How did His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh know I was coming?"
"You came here specifically to pick me up?"
"No, no, no! This must be an illusion..."
Nan Tong just smiled.
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has great magical powers and has foreseen everything."
"That's why I was sent here. Now, let me take you to see His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
The head of the delegation raised his hand weakly. "Am I really? Am I really still alive? Is this not a dream?"
Nan Tong did not answer directly, but reached out and gently touched the leader's forehead.
A cool energy immediately flowed through his body, like a refreshing rain after a long drought. The captain felt that his thirsty cells were greedily absorbing this energy, and the pain and fatigue receded like the tide.
"This is not a dream. You are now in the land of Holy Egypt, and you are about to meet the greatest Pharaoh of our country."
"Although I'm not sure why you're visiting Holy Egypt again, I think you have something to tell His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
"Come on, time is limited, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is waiting for us."
The head of the delegation hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his scarred hand and placed it on Nan Tong's hand.
The next moment, a strange feeling of weightlessness immediately enveloped him.
Nan Tong's feet left the ground and slowly rose, and he held the magician's hand tightly and floated in the air.
"Relax your body and close your eyes."
"It might not be comfortable for someone experiencing flying magic for the first time, but I'll do my best to make you feel better."
The captain closed his eyes obediently, but the shock in his heart could not be described in words.
He could clearly feel his body floating lightly, with a breeze blowing around him, bringing a hint of coolness.
Occasionally there would be a feeling of rotation and sharp turns, but overall the flight was extremely smooth, as if being gently lifted up by some invisible force.
"We're here."
The head of the delegation was very surprised. To him, it seemed that only less than a few minutes had passed.
Are we in Cairo already?
However, he then discovered that the city of Cairo was on the other side in the distance.
This is the bank of the Nile River.
Then they slowly descended and landed on a platform on the banks of the Nile.
"Lord Nantong!"
Several soldiers recognized the magician and immediately saluted him.
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is waiting for you. The fleet training has just ended, and His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is in a good mood."
Nan Tong smiled and nodded, and he led the guest to the end of the platform.
There, a group of people were gathered on the river bank, discussing something enthusiastically.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
"I have brought the person here as you instructed."
Lin Ke turned around at this time, with a smile on his lips.
"Everything is just as you expected. He is being pursued by the enemy."
"The pursuers are none other than the Mamluk cavalry."
As soon as Nan Tong finished speaking, Lin Ke's gaze shifted to the head of the delegation.
"Welcome, envoy from Arabia."
"Welcome to visit again."
"I suppose you came here to seek help?"
Lin Ke said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the head of the delegation fell to his knees with a plop, tears filling his eyes again.
He tried to speak, but found his throat was choked.
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