Don't move, it's a robbery!

The "broker" stared in shock at his subordinate who had given him the information, and after listening to the report, his expression suddenly turned serious.

Last night, after noticing the chaos in the lower city, he decisively sent his men out, including the officers he had previously rescued who had been unjustly imprisoned by Lord Boyd.

With the help of these officers and inside agents, the "broker" quickly gained the support of some troops. By using a fire to attract attention, the "broker" finally found an opportunity to take control of the Lord of Boyd, spread the news that the lord had been assassinated and wounded, cut off communication with the outside world, and took the opportunity to gain command of part of the army.

At the same time, he also contacted the nobles in the city, gave them false information, and encouraged them to leave the city. After these people left, the upper city of Mogoslor was basically all in the hands of the "brokers".

As for these fleeing nobles, they were nothing more than insignificant little people.

Of course, the purpose of the "broker" doing all this was not to seize the power of the city lord. Without noble status and a deep reputation, neither the Mogoslor people nor the Southern Federation would allow him to sit in the position of city lord.

He did all this simply to increase his own leverage.

A bargaining chip for joining the bandits or the desert gods.

The desert gods have always wanted a city of their own. While the rogues don't care about territory, they are very eager for the relics of the heroes.

As long as a "broker" can grasp what both sides want, he can better approach them, please them, and then betray them.

But the "broker" had barely completed the first step when he heard a series of bad news.

The fleeing nobles were forced back to the city by the bandits, who also captured the critically wounded Ice Knight; the people of the Desert Gods arrived in the vicinity of Mogoslor ahead of schedule, not only meeting the deadline for their arrival but also surrounding Mogoslor with the spirits of the desert.

Neither side seems to have any intention of negotiating with him.

It's that feeling again, having your life in someone else's hands!

"Damn it!"

The broker's eyes were bloodshot. He was unwilling to accept it. He was clearly not bad at strategy, and he had even controlled a large city-state as a gang leader, achieving the feat of a snake swallowing an elephant.

Yet, in the face of a true powerhouse, he remained utterly powerless.

Power! Power! Power is everything! He who possesses power can obtain everything!

The rogue relies on the power of the hero, and the desert god's descendants rely on the legacy of the heroes of the past.

If only I could possess that power...

Thinking this, the "broker" couldn't help but turn his gaze to the key to the ruins, the Dragon Claw Stone.

If he could obtain the 'Azure Peak' that grants endless magic power, he too could become an unparalleled powerhouse.

No! Calm down! Now is not the time.

If you rush into the fray, all your efforts will only benefit others. What you should do now is ignite a war between the rogues and the desert gods!

The broker took a deep breath and then called over one of his men. He needed to find out what had happened between the rogue and the desert god last night.

"Use telepathy on me!"

.......

The attack this morning, Ilo's own injuries were a minor matter; what pained Ilo the most was the sacrifice of three loyal subordinates.

After Costa's death, only seven descendants of the Desert Gods remained, capable of resonating with the artifact. In order to completely eliminate the Ice Knight and seize the artifact from him, he led all the leaders except the old priest in a siege yesterday.

The Ice Knight was indeed agile, and the artifact in his hand was indeed powerful. Even with a massive number of desert spirits participating in the battle, the Ice Knight still fought them all night. Fortunately, he finally won the battle. But just then, the rogue suddenly appeared.

His timing was absolutely fatal. After a night of fierce fighting, Ilo and the others had already reached their limits and were in a state of relaxation after their victory. Moreover, the sun had just risen, and the contract of the 'Altar of Pain' had expired. Ilo and the others could no longer command the Desert Spirit to protect it.

This resulted in the assassination of two of his subordinates, and the bald man exhausted his own life force in order to forcibly activate the Desert Spirit.

If the weakness of the "Altar of Pain" can be explained by the fact that it was discovered by the thief during his previous battle with Costa, how did the opponent determine the location and time of the ambush?

Was it because there was a traitor on their side? No, impossible. The annihilation of the Ice Knight was just a coincidence. Even if there was a traitor, the Robin Hood wouldn't have had time to set up an ambush.

Is it because the Ice Knight and the Robin Hood are in cahoots? That's impossible. If reinforcements were coming, the Ice Knight wouldn't have just stood by and watched his cavalry be wiped out.

Is it just a coincidence?

"Chief, the broker knows we're nearby. He's questioning us about what happened last night."

Ilo frowned, looking somewhat impatient, clearly feeling that the 'broker' had asked at the wrong time. However, he didn't lose his temper, because he was also eager to know what the chivalrous thief had been doing.

Seemingly to gain the trust of the desert god's descendants, the "broker" did not hide anything about the situation inside the city. However, the more Ilo listened, the more something seemed amiss, because the rogue had been causing trouble inside the city all along, but yesterday, for no apparent reason, he suddenly went outside the city to ambush him.

No one would believe this wasn't premeditated!

"Could it be prophetic abilities?"

Thinking of this, Ilo's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes, judging from the battle in the early morning, although the thief is powerful, he is still far from being as invincible as the legendary hero. But if the thief's ability is actually a kind of auxiliary ability, then everything can be explained!

And the descendants of the desert gods happen to have the ability to respond to prophecies!

Three hundred years ago, after the death of that reclusive hero, the local nobles inherited his legacy. The most precious item among them was the 'Altar of Pain,' which allowed people to form contracts with the spirits of the desert. However, when the hero's descendants came of age, they discovered that the 'Altar of Pain' could not only form contracts with the spirits of the desert.

The true effect of the 'Altar of Pain' is to create a large number of elemental creatures and form contracts with them at a certain cost.

Due to personal preferences and religious culture, the reclusive hero only created a massive number of Ifrits (also known as Desert Spirits), and did not create any other elemental creatures. However, other elemental creatures already existed in nature, and some lonely elemental creatures, while passing through the desert, accidentally discovered a massive number of their own kind and happily joined in. Then, without realizing it, they were all contracted by the reclusive hero.

Because the reclusive hero never fought with anyone, these elemental creatures did not die in battle. They survived by sheer luck, and because of their strong curiosity, they were later bound by a contract with the successor of the 'Altar of Pain'.

Among these elemental beings was one named Moslen. Moslen did not possess great power, nor could it control nature, but it had a mysterious ability: to interfere with people's destiny, making it unobservable.

Although it sounds useless, it is the nemesis of all prophetic spells!

However, the cost of enabling Moslen to activate this ability is quite severe.

When in control of the 'Altar of Pain', contracting an ordinary Ifrit only requires some life force, but contracting a Mercrenn requires the contractor to provide a small amount of their own good fortune.

You can borrow someone else's vitality, but you can only have your own luck.

If he could, Ilo wouldn't want to use such a costly ability, but now he had no choice.

"I will definitely kill you, you thief!"