Elf! A storm surged in the boy's heart. Is it the fantasy race in fantasy novels? But aren't elves supposed to be the kind of graceful creatures that live in the forest? How to become a nomadic tribe in the desert, and also a standard Bedouin dress on earth. What does "fear of being eaten" mean?
After being silent for a while, the young man replied with common sense, "Why do you call me Ajibai Muhadi?" Hearing that he could speak in a strange language with a strange tone, the young man felt a little relieved, but also very strange and peaceful. Incongruous.
"Because you passed out in the desert and were rescued by us again." The girl said with a sly smile, and there was an unrelated roar from the fire in the distance. "Isn't this a miracle? Most of the lost people will die, the rest will die miserably, and only a few lucky ones will survive."
"Ajibai Muhadi..." The boy chewed on the name and muttered to himself in a low voice, "...What does the man of miracles mean..."
"You can call me Fatuma," the girl began to introduce herself. "Fatumai bin Abiad, the daughter of the chief of the Sand Scorpion tribe. What is your name? Why did you run deep into the desert? According to your noble accent, it should be the son of a merchant family, iinka. M'ke? Or which little family?"
The girl pointed her finger at the thick and strange book on Muhadi's waist and continued. "Or are you related to the Templars?"
"I... I can't remember it." The young man chose to hide the events on earth and the experience of transmigration. This kind of thing has no explanation at all, and it may also bring unpredictable risks. Naturally, the fewer people know about it, the better. "...I just remember that I was trapped in the desert and kept walking until I finally fell to the ground. Regarding my origin, I have no influence at all..." The young man tried his best to appear sincere and helpless, and observed secretly. After glancing at the girl's expression, he continued, "...the name is also."
"Forgot?" Fatuma stared at him suspiciously, turning his head sideways, as if to see through him. The teenager felt that she didn't believe her words, but Fatuma didn't bother in the end. "Forget it, I heard that hallucinations can occur in the desert for a long time without water. Some of them are single travelers who are constantly tortured by hallucinations while walking, and finally go crazy. You must have been affected by hallucinations and confused your brain."
"Then I'll call you Ajibai Muhadi, you remember this name, don't forget it." The girl stood up and waved the sand, "I found you in the desert, so your You owe me your life. Since you can't remember your origin, and it seems that no one will pay the ransom for you, you will be a slave to the Sand Scorpion tribe, understand?"
"Slave?" Muhadi was startled and said quickly, "But I have..." He groped around his waist and pulled out the luxurious dagger decorated with gems "...With this, can I redeem myself? "
Fatuma laughed, "I should slap you for this, Ajibai Muhadi, but you managed to amuse me, so you escaped. We are a nomadic tribe of elves in the desert, what is on you We found it, and I own the same. You can't buy your own with what's mine."
The girl suddenly stretched out her hand and snatched the dagger from Muhadi's hand at lightning speed. "Well, it's actually a metal blade! Yes, I'll take it first. You can keep the other things yourself, but those are also mine, and you must hand them over when I want them."
Muhadi was speechless for a moment, what kind of world is this? ! Fatuma took a few steps and turned back suddenly. "Why are you still sitting? Come over to the fire!"
At this time, most of the people gathered around the fire, and only two or three riders who were in charge of sentry remained outside the camp, and the leader-like person began to distribute food. Muhadi found a vacant seat beside the girl and sat down a little nervously. While thinking about whether to find an opportunity to escape immediately, or to pretend to be a slave of this sand scorpion tribe and wait for the opportunity to act outside the desert?
The leader gave out very little food. Everyone was given only a small bite of jerky, a piece of hard pancake and a few unknown nuts, and Mohadi was given very little. There was no jerky or pancake. Even in normal times, this amount is not enough for dessert, let alone if after a lot of exercise.
Muhadi looked around and found that the elves sitting cross-legged around him were all quiet, and everyone was eating their own portion of food with peace of mind, not at all feeling that the portion was too small. The strange thing is that although he had been trekking in the desert for a long time before, Muhadi didn't feel very hungry, even if he was thirsty, it was relieved now. It seems that in the desert, not only has he acquired the strange ability to move objects, but his physique has also been changed. It's just that I can't recall how it became like this, so I have to regard it as a side effect of time-travel.
He tried to take a bite of the unknown nut. An indescribable feeling came to mind immediately, the fruit that tasted like an apple mixed with sand at first, then left a scorching hot spot on the tongue. Muhadi swallowed the pulp with force, feeling as if a stream of fire ran down his throat and into his esophagus, causing a tumult in his stomach. This fruit seems to have some hallucinogenic effect, a sharp pain, a burst of pleasure rising at the same time, echoing each other, and it takes a long time to dissipate.
"You seem to be recovering well." The leader-looking old man stared at Muhadi with eagle-like eyes for a long time, and when he saw him swallowing the food, he asked, "It seems that the Arika Desert spit you out. "
Muhadi didn't know what to say, and naturally his origin and identity could never be revealed. I can only politely thank "Thank you very much, but I can't be your slave..."
The old man frowned slightly, interrupted Muhadi's words, and said to the girl beside Muhadi. "Why didn't you teach him some rules, your slave? Maybe you should cut his tongue off."
"It hasn't been cut yet..." Fatuma squinted at Muhadi, and replied with a sly look. "But maybe I should cut it off. It doesn't seem like it would be useful to keep it anyway?"
A tall and strong elf by the fire burst into laughter immediately. He was the rider who insisted on opposing the rescue of Muhadi in the sand. "Are you really willing, she-wolf? Then he will have less tools when he serves you in the future!" The crowd immediately burst into vulgar laughter.
"Oh, don't be so jealous, my Hassan." Fatuma countered back immediately, and the crowd's attention shifted to her and Hassan. "I know what you said is useless, so I have to keep practicing my tongue. Maybe one day you can lick a child out of your wife with just your tongue." The crowd's laughter grew louder, Muha Di was stunned as he watched the situation unfold.
The man known as Hassan didn't continue to fight back with words, he made a vulgar gesture with disdain, and made a wretched comparison. Immediately there was a bang around, and many elves shouted in coaxing. "Duel! Duel! Duel! Watch the duel!"
"Quiet!" The leader-like old man roared angrily, and the boiling crowd immediately fell silent. Fatuma shook his newly acquired gem dagger exaggeratedly, deliberately angering Hassan, who was forced to sit back. The latter seemed to mumble "...the bitch and the idiot..." It was too far away for Muhadi to hear.
"Quiet!" the old man shouted again. Then he said to Muhadi, "You better see reality, slave, or you will never be able to speak again. Now, tell me about you."
"I don't remember who I am and where I came from." Muhadi said this sentence as sincerely as possible, and then added awkwardly, "This lady named me Ajibai Muhadi, saying that I am Her slave." He pointed to Fatuma next to him.
"Miss?" the old man repeated, "You speak in an odd tone and use your words. Look at yourself! Brown-eyed boy, most likely he is the son of some noble family in the city. I've seen it a lot."
Hearing the brown-eyed boy, Muhadi noticed that all the elves present had bright almond-colored pupils. Only his eyes are brown, the same as before.
The old man didn't give him a chance to speak, and asked directly. "What will you do?! Even if Fatuma insists on taking you in, we won't leave any waste. You have to use something to be eligible for food or the honor of sharing meals with the soldiers."
"Otherwise, you will die."