Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 One day, the top cover of the log cage was opened, but there is no time to throw rice and water. Zhao Mai raised his head and, with the help of the faint moonlight, saw Ricas's face appear on the top of his head. "Hey, Mike, I brought you some food."

　　 Three cakes were thrown down, and before they were about to fall to the filthy ground, Zhao Mai caught them with psychic powers. "Thank you, Ricas, where is the half-giant guarding here?"

　　 "He didn't dare to speak much." Ricas smiled slightly. Among the slaves, a hard fist would solve most problems. "But he can't let you out, and I don't think it's a good idea. I'll be in Tyre in three days. I often encounter templars and patrols that capture fugitives on the road. You have no chance. ."

　　 "Well, I see." Zhao Mai hesitated and said to Ricas, "If you have a way, can you get the things in my backpack."

"What's in the backpack? Let me try." Ricas said, "Mike, you better not run away, because once you escape, the half-giant will give us out. Even if I kill him early, there will still be many People will be put to death, do you understand?"

　　 "I understand your worries, Taixian will be implicated, right? I will always leave, but not now. Also, thank you for the pancake." Zhao Mai has already made a plan, and does not want to run away at this time. He had a chance only when he arrived in Tyre first. So Zhao Mai waved his hand to Ricas, motioned for him to leave, then picked up a piece of dry cake and chewed slowly.

　　 This kind of calm action makes the Moors admire it very much. He closed the lid, waved his fist at the one-armed half-giant, made a threat and slipped away. In the distance, a sandstorm was hitting the convoy, so even Taixian had to stop the entire convoy and prepare for defense. No matter what you want to do, you have to take advantage of the sandstorm.

　　 The first person who sensed the sandstorm was the shell beetle. They stopped early and tried to get under the ground. Under the control of the reins, the beetle can't do this, so it can only curl up together, lying on the ground unwilling to move. The desert war lizards then became nervous, their nostrils opened and closed, sniffing the sand in the wind. Taixian used psychic powers to strengthen his senses and finally confirmed that this sandstorm was about to happen.

　　 When the sandstorm really hits, the black sand connects the sky and the earth, covering the sky and overwhelming the ocean. The fierce wind constantly stirred the sand wall, violently rubbing it to create a red electric light. The high-ranking templars were angry and reprimanded the slaves, asking them to speed up and stabilize the truck and cargo as much as possible. "If something is lost, pray that you and the thing will be swallowed by the sandstorm! Otherwise, death will never come, and pain will always torture you! Pooh! Pooh!" This was his mouth filled with sand.

　　 Ricas took advantage of everyone's busy time and found the car that stored Zhao Mai's things. Valuable and interesting things were taken by Tai Xi'an, such as steel weapons and Megalodon spears. The rest of the mess is put together with other supplies. Seeing the opportunity, Ricas jumped into the carriage, picked up Zhao Mai's backpack, and threw it under the carriage.

　　 The strong wind blows, and the whistling voice covers his actions. Sand is constantly crawling towards their feet, and if they stand still, they will soon cover their ankles. As the sandstorm approached, it became more and more difficult to open your eyes. So Ricas hooked the strap of the backpack with his feet, holding the rope in his hand to pretend to bind things, and then slowly walked towards the prisoner Zhao Mai, which was not very conspicuous.

　　 But he is an important property of Taisian after all, so a Templar official found him and kept shouting, but Ricas turned a deaf ear. Only when the cold whip was placed on Ricas's shoulder did he have to "hear" the official's words: "What are you doing here, go back to the car, tie yourself up, and don't be blown away by the wind."

　　 He couldn't believe that the slave in the same car as him would hide the secret for him, so if he walked back now, Mike's backpack could not be taken back, only to stay outside. In that case, there would be nothing after the sandstorm passed. After thinking about Butcher's words, "Only Mike can truly give you freedom." This sentence was so categorically that the Moores decided to believe it. So Ricas smiled at the official, pretended to agree and nodded, indicating that he would follow him back with him.

　　 The official raised his face towel, trying to block the growing sand. As soon as he turned around, Ricas suddenly reached out and covered his mouth. The power inherited from the dwarf's father burst out in an instant, and Ricas grabbed the man's head and slammed into the nearby truck. The muffled sound was blown away by the wind in an instant, and the official fell softly.

　　 An accidental fall can explain all of this. After all, the wind and sand are getting bigger and bigger, and the visibility is getting lower and lower. Everyone has a time when their feet slip. Ricas pressed his fingers against the official's throat and twisted hard to make sure his throat was broken. Even if the slam just didn't kill him, this one was enough.

　　 looked around, the two slaves turned their backs in this direction, but it cannot be said that they did not see the previous scene. Ricas can't do it perfectly, so he can only bear the necessary risk, hoping that the two slaves will not inform. He looked at the corpse on the ground again, adjusted his posture, and then continued his action. Taking advantage of the howling of the sandstorm, he climbed into the prison car, threw the backpack down, and ran to his car.

　　 He finally crawled back to the slave car, and at that time there was nothing to see. The hurricane blew, the belt loosened, and the wide clothes were like sails, trying to wrap him and drag him into the depths of the desert. At this moment, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into the shelter of the truck. "Tie the rope." Butcher said: "Only weight can resist the sandstorm."

　　 The slaves trembled, their eyes full of fear of sandstorms. If there is a problem with the truck, either the Templar will find a slave to go out to work, or will kill someone afterwards. They had no mind to observe Ricas. Ricas was shaking his hands, after all, this was the first time he had killed a templar, a man who was not a slave. After the initial tension passed, an indescribable excitement surged into my heart. No matter how many times I won a gladiatorial battle, it couldn't match this feeling.

　　 Killed the opposite gladiator and became the last person standing in the arena. The audience would cheer for him. That kind of scene made his blood divergent. Although there is no audience cheering for him now, his inner sense of release far exceeds the moment of championship. This is a rebellion, a rebellion against Templar officials. He looked down at his palm, remembering this feeling in his heart, and then squeezed his fist.

　　The sandstorm continued, and Zhao Mai finally got his backpack back. I opened it and found that the flower pot had been broken, and Xiao Hua used her root system to grab a small pile of soil and hid in the corner of her backpack dying. Zhao Mai took it out, put it in the pocket of the leather armor, and poured the water he saved.

　　 Xiaohua raised her head slightly and let out a weak but happy cry. Zhao Mai didn't rush, crushed the dry cake, and added the soil cut out of the backpack, the sand and other dirt on the ground, and slowly filled his pockets.

　　 "It's fine if you are still alive, and the food reserve will protect you. Did you know that it can actually be teleported." Zhao Mai used the force of nature to regulate Xiaohua's body, watching her getting better and better. The leaves have recovered from curling, but the color is still slightly gray, not as attractive as before.

　　 Only the fragments of the original flowerpot are left in the bag, but there are two sharp ones that can be used as daggers when necessary. What was left, whether it was rope, canvas, or flint iron flakes, was searched clean. Xiao Hua is hiding in the soil, which may be the only possibility that she has not been captured.

　　 More soil and more sand are engulfed by the storm, pouring continuously from the top of the head. Ricas brought in the backpack, but forgot to close the top cover. The sand quickly covered the dirt on the ground, and slowly exceeded the height where Zhao Mai was sitting. He keeps patting the sand and improving his position.

　　 It won’t be long before he can leave the prison while sitting, but he doesn’t want to go out at this time. The fugitive is bound to be killed, but the captive still retains the opportunity. All the stories are concentrated in the city of Tyre, where Zhao Mai can use his strength to truly get out of the predicament. He is holding the grain reserves, holding the small flowers, and cuddling with each other in the strong wind. He wants to explain his plan to them.

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