Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 "So, only the three of us are on the road?" Ricas sat on the back of the shell beetle, stomped on the cracks in the carapace with his feet, maintaining his balance like the other two. Except for the opponents he encountered on the battlefield, he has not rode any other creatures. He is a slave, and he should be kept at the bottom from birth and be ridden by others. Although he was strong and agile, he couldn't conquer the smooth shell of the beetle, and had fallen off several times. Even when riding on it, the awkward posture always caused the other two people to laugh.

　　 There is no mockery in their laughter, only pure happiness. Mike can be happy, he is a slave owner, why can Butcher be happy too? Moreover, the biggest question is: "Do you really have the ability to take me into the gladiatorial match of the Temple Tower?"

　　 "Yes, I promise. You will get the freedom you want." Zhao Mai meant something. He has a plan, a plan that cannot be shared-only confidentiality can make this plan successful. Therefore, he didn't even tell Butcher, unless he could improve his psychic abilities a little bit, at least avoid being spied easily.

　　 "Only form a group to participate in the competition, and the smallest group is three people." Ricas swayed, waving his arms wildly in the air. "Please tell me that you have at least another slave."

　　 "Nothing." Zhao Mai shook his head: "I don't have that much money to buy another slave. So, if I need to, I will also play."

　　 Ricas turned his gaze to Butcher, and said, "The master is joking, isn't it?"

　　 "No, what he said is true." Butcher shook his head slantingly. "If you really are the strongest gladiator, then the two of us are enough. He is just a make up."

　　 "Master Mike, you are the most honest slave owner I have ever seen, but I want to escape now."

　　 "No matter how you run, the desert will catch you, and you will eventually have nowhere to escape." Zhao Mai turned his head from the beetle's back and said to Ricus. "I gave you my guarantee, you should catch it."

　　 "Yes, master." Ricas gradually found the trick, and the shaking became smaller. "I will make a lot of money for you and refill your pockets. I wish I could have one more teammate."

"So you have to do a few things." Zhao Mai threw a book into Rikas's arms and said: "You are responsible for optimizing the road and taking us to Tyre. You are responsible for fighting, and you have to learn about spirituality. can."

　　 "Psionic powers, can I learn too?" Ricas shook his hands and grasped the book firmly. He knew the miracles of psychic powers, and his mixed blood also brought him some natural powers, but they had no other purpose except forming a fragile protection for his spirit and soul.

　　 Powerful psychic powers are necessary for achieving higher social status. Not to mention the priests, just to mention the large number of Templar officials, none of them are not users of psychic powers. Although all Atathians can manifest their abilities (that is, perform psychic abilities), only through systematic and formal learning can the abilities become powerful and exceed their own limits.

　　 Several large city-states, such as Tyre, have schools in which they teach supernatural powers. However, it is difficult for ordinary citizens to get in, let alone slaves of low status. Psionic power is the best way to punish and control slaves, so slaves will not be exposed to this skill. Ricas did not expect that he would get such an opportunity, so he was naturally so excited.

"I don't know if you can read or not, but if you don't understand, you can come to me. It really doesn't work, Bucher can also." Zhao Mai put away the parasol above his head, exposed himself to the hot sun, and then closed Upper eyes began to meditate.

　　He is learning psychic powers.

　　 There is no other way. Artas's natural force is too weak. Only when the Witch King controls the city, he can cast spells without restriction. Moreover, as long as he casts a spell, he will absorb the vitality around him. From the beginning of vegetation, all living things will be affected, and continue to destroy the vitality of the planet itself after the extinction of living things.

　　Some wizards can recognize the harm caused by their own spells, and then consciously control them to avoid irreversible damage. They are called guardians. However, even the guardian may become a blasphemer because of an emergency or some kind of loss of control, causing irreversible and permanent damage to the environment. Once he becomes a blasphemer, Artas' planetary will will invade this person, even if he wants to restore control and become a guardian.

　　 Zhao Mai's own spell ability is relatively weak and will not cause great damage, and he draws the original power but does not cast spells, and has not been infected by the planet's will for the time being. But even if you carefully control the casting scale, the forest will turn into a desert over time, and the green will turn into yellow, and this is how the entire sand sea of ​​Artas came. This is entirely the fault of the arcane user, but now even the druid is implicated. Now the planet’s ecology is irrecoverable, and even a druid who is careful, even a druid who follows the guardian’s code of conduct, can only cause damage.

　　Spells are evil and become truth in this extreme environment.

　　 But life will always find a way out, and psychic powers are the way out. In addition, Zhao Mai needs to save his physical strength to deal with the harsh natural environment, so he can use the natural force without any need, and learning psychic powers has become his best choice to pass the time.

　　 The halfling's psychic power manual says that the limits of the physical sense organs help stimulate the production of psychic powers, and the sun—despite brutality—is the source of all Atas' energy. Zhao Mai exposed himself to the scorching sun, accepted the exposure of this source of power, and began to look inside and meditate at the same time. The unbearable pain challenged the limits of his body and caused a counterattack from his body. Before learning psychic powers, this power was pure natural force, his own desire to survive. But now, another force continues to grow, that is the force that bursts out of his spirit and soul.

　　 How did this energy come into being, why did it not appear before but can appear now? These are things that Zhao Mai doesn't understand. When studying the force of nature, he also had similar questions: where did life come from, why is there life, and what is the nature of the force? These questions are just like the wizard thinking about the source of magic~www.NovelMTL.com~ the priests are pursuing the original intention of the gods; just like the philosophers on the earth constantly asking: "Who am I", "Where do I come from", " Where am I going".

　　 There will always be problems, but the reality cannot be ignored because of the problems, and we cannot stand still. The reality is that with psychic powers, Zhao Mai can better protect himself, at least not so painful under this scorching sun. Moreover, he is also consciously guiding, allowing the natural force and psychic powers to begin initial collaboration. Both have the same purpose, to protect Zhao Mai from harsh environments, so there is a basis for cooperation.

　　The idea of ​​​​survival is quite powerful. Does this come from the body's innate intuition of danger, or from the acquired fear of death in the spirit and soul? Zhao Mai didn't know anyway. One phenomenon will cause a series of problems, and these problems will only bring one result in the end, which is to urge human beings to make progress in the process of continuous exploration.

　　 Whenever the psychic power increases, unimaginable pleasure lingers in his heart; whenever the natural force increases, his body becomes powerful and free. Because of these two feelings, he was able to withstand the persecution of the desert environment and insist on long-term meditation.

　　 However, being able to persist does not mean being able to ignore it. The meditation is always over, because Zhao Mai needs to drink water and eat to make up for the exhaustion of the body and avoid death. A powerful druid can use the force of nature to stop his own aging process; a powerful psychic can free the spirit from the shackles of the body and soar freely between heaven and earth. Zhao Mai is still too far from that realm, but he is moving in that direction step by step.

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