Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 Likas was wearing a khaki cloth robe with an iron chain around his neck, and was pulled out of the house by two servants of the slave merchant. The sun outside made him frown, but the strong Butcher really made him uncomfortable. Like two tigers meeting, Rikas grabbed the chain with both hands and jerked it, dragging the two servants to the ground. He took off his cloth robe and revealed his muscles.

　　 The scarred muscles are quite strong, but they are not bulging like Butcher. Compared to absolute strength, he pays more attention to staying agile, agile and lower consumption. In just a few movements, Ricas moved all his muscles and completed the initial warm-up.

　　 This is a bald middle-aged man with slightly pointed ears, an over-straight nose bridge and hammer-shaped black pupils, all of which indicate that he is a mixed race, and that he is of a rather "lowly" background. They are called the Moores, or "mules" in more vulgar terms, a group of people who are unable to reproduce on their own and rob the blood of their offspring. Legend has it that they bear the curse of this mixed race, they are destined to bloom brilliantly, and they are also destined to be short-lived and quiet.

　　 Ricas stepped over the servants on the ground and walked straight to Butcher. For thirty years, he has been proud of his strength. Since childhood, he has been a leader in gladiatorial training camps, training across one or two ages. But now, he felt threatened. The burly man in front of him is tall, he can see that his muscles are not for watching, but for fighting. The most interesting point is that this brawny man is a pure-blooded human, not another Muir.

　　 "You slave is not easy to manage." Zhao Mai said: "It is troublesome to use psychic powers, and it will reduce his combat ability, which is very uneconomical."

The slave trader had a draft for a long time, and immediately said: "My lord, this problem is definitely not a problem for you. And, isn't your most concerned about being strong and clever? Ricas is strong enough, and he has his own mind. Isn't his performance now very clever?"

　　 Ricas stood still in front of Butcher and looked up at him slightly: "Big guy, are you his slave?"

　　 Butcher gave a cold snort, with a contemptuous smile on his face. Because of his size, he can only act as a slave who uses his physical strength to earn food, but it does not mean that he will cooperate with the performance. Zhao Mai discussed with him, but whenever you encounter this kind of problem, you don't need to answer at all, the questioner will find the answer by himself. If you encounter a manager like a templar, everything will be handled by Zhao Mai, who is proficient in language.

This kind of contemptuous smile on slavery caused Ricas to misunderstand. He turned his head to look at Zhao Mai and said generously: "I am Ricas, the best gladiator within five hundred miles. I am. It can win you all the championships, as long as it is a fair fight." He has a strong tongue-rolling accent from a strong Uric city-state, which he learned from his mother and the first trainer.

　　 "So unfair?" Zhao Mai asked deliberately.

　　 "The other party will definitely not be alive, but you may face significant financial and property losses," Ricas pointed to himself: "That is me."

　　 Zhao Mai patted his hands twice, and then said: "So, do you like fighting?"

　　 "No, I like victory." Rikas said: "I want to be the champion of Tyre Gladiator, and I want to be the champion of the Temple Tower competition."

　　 "Interesting idea, but why must be the champion of the temple tower?"

　　 Ricas smiled and did not answer the question. The slave trader leaned in and was about to say something when Ricas spoke again at this juncture.

"Because if I become that champion, His Majesty the King will stand in front of me and give me freedom. And this trafficker-I don't want to call him an adult-may hide this from you. I will only do The owner who can take me to the Tier Temple Tower contest will serve him wholeheartedly, and this news can make the adults better bargain and save you some money."

　　 After hearing these words, Zhao Mai finally connected things together. This Rikas was none other than the one who attacked the Witch King in the arena, triggered a rebellion, and finally completed the feat of killing the Witch King. He is the Spartacus of this world, and he is the version that wins in the end. After that, he also undertook a series of adventures that overturned the entire Atas world, and was known as the person who created the era of heroes.

　　 Anyway, this person has to buy it. Zhao Mai immediately took out two steel daggers and threw them to the slave trader, as well as a full bag of gold coins and gems. "From now on, you are mine," he announced.

　　 "The money is not enough, my lord. He is from Moore, and one is worth a hundred slaves!"

"You said that his former master was executed, then you must have got him at a very low price. If you look at the level of your remaining slaves, you know that you don't have enough funds, and you certainly didn't spend a lot of money. "Zhao Mai waved his hand and motioned Ricas to climb out of it himself, and then stood next to Butcher. "I advise you to look at the things in your hand, think about the profits you have already obtained, and think about the part of the new potential benefits that your greed induces you to fight for, and the inevitable risks you will take. Calculate and then speak~www.NovelMTL.com~ I wish you all the best." The slave trader dexterously put away the steel dagger and gold, glanced at Butcher, and decided to put it away.

　　 "Remember, I'm Mike, this is Butcher." Zhao Mai said to Ricas: "Tell me more about the competition between Tyre City and the Temple Tower. Where did you hear the news?"

　　 Soon after they left, a man wearing a purple-black robe and combing his brown hair into twelve whips brought a team of servants to the slave trader. His sharp eyes are hidden on both sides of the hook's nose, which makes people feel nervous and cramped involuntarily when staring at people.

　　 "Ah, my sir Templar, what can I do for you to come here?"

　　 "I heard that you have a Muir here, or a gladiator, is there such a thing?"

　　 "It has been sold, and it was taken away by a businessman not long ago. They are going to the city of Tyre to participate in the gladiatorial competition, the one in the temple tower."

　　 The eagle-hook nose man was obviously dissatisfied, and he drank from behind him: "Boaz, didn't I explain to you to make sure this slave will become mine?"

　　 A skinny servant knelt down with a thump, and the people beside him hurried away as if avoiding the plague. Boaz stuck his head on the ground and said in a flustered manner: "Master Taisian, I found the wrong slave trader, and I found another one."

　　 "Oh, I see." The Templar glanced at the slave trader, his mouth twitched slightly. Then he lifted his foot, with the powerful momentum strengthened by psychic powers, and crushed Boaz's neck bone without even looking at it.

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