Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 When the sandstorm finally came to an end, Zhao Mai was fortunate not to be buried alive. The sand almost filled the prison cart, and even if it was cleared out, he lost the right to continue riding in the cart. So Zhao Mai and the other slaves, with leather straps tied around their necks and shackles on their feet, walked the last part of the journey step by step.

　　 Lost part of the goods and part of the manpower, Tai Xi'an finally tasted the trouble caused by too many killings. In order to be able to catch up with the return date, not only the guards and officials, but sometimes even the Templar himself has to push carts. He naturally didn't have much energy to manage Zhao Mai's affairs.

　　 Soon after, the city of Tyre finally appeared in their sight. The most spectacular city in the desert has a history of tens of thousands of years. It has stood on this land since the halfling rule. At that time, it was surrounded by green and blue. Green is the lush forest, and blue is the endless ocean. Zhao Mai is now walking on the ocean in the past, and it is still the sea now, just a sea of ​​yellow sand.

　　 The living architecture of halflings has become a distant past, and now you can only use sand, stone and soil to build anything. By mixing all kinds of shell materials, bone meal and straws, people here use something similar to cement to build a layered city with complicated steps. If you want to enter the city, first climb up the steep avenue.

　　 Fortunately, a sandstorm has just ended and the ground was temporarily raised, which saved the truck team in Tai Xi’an a lot of climbing fatigue. Zhao Mai raised his head and looked up at the pyramid at the highest point of the city. That huge building with a height of 300 meters overwhelmed the entire city. It was the residence of the Witch King Karak. He could feel the power of magic radiating from the pyramid, covering the entire city, in which the difficulty of casting spells was greatly reduced, even lower than the difficulty level of Glarion. The Witch King bestows the power of magic on the templars who work faithfully for him, who need to serve the king as officials and priests. They perform all city tasks in Tyre, such as collecting taxes, managing streets, supervising municipal works and commanding city guards.

　　 The huge city needs to be maintained by people of various identities. Along the way, Zhao Mai also saw many spellcasters taking care of the farmland with magic tricks. Hundreds of slaves only wore waistcloths and were busy in the farmland day and night.

　　 The Witch King’s ability can call the wind and the rain. When he is happy-for example, magic has been improved, or a certain preference is satisfied-he will pay attention to the livelihood of the residents of the city. Good weather means a good harvest, so the grain output here depends entirely on how you treat the Witch King. However, no matter how good the harvest is, it is only related to the high-level figures, and the hungry ones will always be the lowest-level slaves.

　　 The Witch King uses magic like everyone else, it will drain the vitality of the planet Atas. The big impact sand wasteland that Zhao Mai and his party passed through before is the embodiment of this disastrous result. In this regard, Zhao Mai could only sigh for the time being, and temporarily withdrew his sympathy. His current enemy is not the dying natural environment here, but the high-ranking templar wearing a purple robe-Tai Xi'an. Entering the city of Tyre, if you can't get out of trouble here, it will be more and more difficult in the future. Zhao Mai didn't dare to pin all his hopes on the planet's will. He constantly looked at the surrounding environment, looking for a place where he could escape and hide. If the time comes, he will seize it without hesitation.

　　 The city was full of eyeliners, and the slaves tried their best to push the cart, and Zhao Mai couldn't get out of it. He is looking for more people and more chaotic places, such as the front.

　　 Adjacent to the big arena is the construction site of the Temple Tower, which is the destination of the convoy. In the near future, a huge temple tower praising the Witch King Weili will rise from here, and the gladiatorial competition that makes Ricas dream of it is held for it. Now only the lowest part can be seen on the construction site, and the deep foundation is embedded in the body of the city like a wedge. Thousands of slaves are hoarding on this construction site. With their naked upper bodies full of welts, under the scolding of the supervisor, they use a rope net and a set of pulleys to hoist the cargo box full of baked bricks, carefully Is installed.

　　 "This is the great temple tower!" Taixian opened his arms and called out loudly. His eyes were full of fanaticism, not because of the power of the Witch King, but because of power. He now holds two positions, both as a templar who manages the gladiatorial tournament and as a templar for construction projects. Although he has a boss in these two functions, the two positions mean a lot of opportunities. As long as the credit is given, he will be promoted twice as fast.

　　 Traveling to Gurgo City to purchase building materials, it was he who won. The process of allowing the merchants and slave owners in the city to contribute money and efforts can fully demonstrate his influence among these people. And being able to complete the work ahead of schedule and in excess is a demonstration of his extraordinary ability. All of this, all the bones built on the road, will become his capital for promotion.

　　 His palm opened and closed, as if something had been gripped into his palm. At this moment, he saw a slender female templar walking up the northern slope. It was a beautiful woman, even Tai Xi'an, who had always had a gap with her, thought so. Ivory skin is quite rare in this desert world, and she is never afraid to expose it to the sun. Her long black hair is like a black ribbon, swaying from side to side as she walks. At the same time swaying are the beauty that is unique to women, coupled with the close-fitting Templar uniform, she is a beauty that people want to conquer.

　　The only shortcoming is her indifferent look. The strong bridge of the nose and high cheekbones, a magnificent aura of strangeness. From her full and **** red lips, there are always only cruel and demanding orders, as she said to Taisian: "Bring all the slaves to the construction site, the latest order of King Karak."

　　 "All? Dojian, you have to know that many of the slaves here are not mine."

"Nothing is yours anymore." Dogian's expression remained unchanged, like a stone wall with notices: "Your next task is to find more slaves, to be precise, all slaves. King Karak is not satisfied with the current progress of the project and demands that it must be accelerated. Otherwise, you know what will happen."

　　 As if the noose had been wrapped around his neck, Tai Xi'an felt cold all over. He has only seen the Witch King angry once. An official of a certain council failed to fulfill the tax commitment he made himself. In the hall, he was slowly burned into skeletons by the flame of psychic powers. The official was still alive until the skeleton melted into mud, and his screams did not stop for a moment, and he still lingers in Taixi's ears until now.

"I... I will naturally execute the order of Lord Witch King, but..." He couldn't give up his original plan, so he said, "But organizing a gladiatorial match is an order that is as important as building a temple tower. There are no gladiator slaves. There will be no competitive games. So, I have to keep the gladiatorial slaves."

　　 "Of course it can." Duojian nodded lightly, his eyes calm as water, like a mirror, only reflecting the emotions of others, never revealing himself. "You call out all the gladiators, and I will take the others, with your van."

　　 So you still want to swallow my credit for transporting goods! Taixian roared in his heart, and wanted to step forward and chop off the woman's white and slender neck, and then give her body to the half-giant to enjoy while it was hot. But Dojian's ability is far beyond her, she is not the kind of guy who has not graduated from the Psionic Academy. In addition, Duojian received quite rigorous martial arts training, even in the forefront of the Templar. Not to mention Tai Xi'an, just a few half-giant guards, not her opponent. Taixian knew in his heart that at most he would scold her as an "old maiden" in his heart, but if he rushed in, there would never be any good results. Moreover, he had just returned to the city, but Duojian had been waiting here for a long time. No one knew whether there was an ambush set by her in the building beside the road.

　　 After taking a few deep breaths, Texian, who has always been cautious and self-controlling, called out his guards and subordinate officers, and then dragged out several strong slaves. Zhao Mai is related to the mysterious weapon and the masked alliance, so it is also included here. Duojian looked over one by one, "Suddenly his heart moved", stretched out his hand, pointed at Zhao Mai and said, "Is this your gladiator slave too?"

　　 spent two weeks in his dung pit, was buried in sand, and then experienced sand whipping and exposure, Zhao Mai's appearance was really bad. The muscles he exercised were consumed a lot because he was transformed into the natural force for healing, so he seemed to have no power to bind the chicken. "Throw him into the construction team, work more is enough, he can't be a gladiator."

　　 "But, his fighting ability is very strong." Tai Xi'an still thought about the secret of that strange weapon.

　　 "Strong?" Duo Ji'an came over and slammed Zhao Mai with the whip: "So thin and weak, what is strong? Open your palm and let me see!"

　　 So this is an opportunity. Zhao Mai thought of what the planet's will promised him: leaving Taixi's surveillance. The benefits of going to the temple tower construction site are self-evident. The core secret of the Witch King lies in the temple tower. Wouldn't it be a trip for nothing if I didn't visit it? And there are so many people there, which is conducive to the next action.

　　 Therefore, this opportunity cannot be let go, we must grasp it!

Because the arms were secretly healed with the natural force before, and also only working and not exercising recently, Zhao Mai’s palms do not have the calluses that are unique to the use of weapons by warriors~www.NovelMTL.com~Texian, you Are you kidding me? Take him to the construction team! Also, your duty as a Templar in the construction project will be cancelled immediately. Go and concentrate on your gladiatorial competition. There is nothing for you here. "

　　 Tai Xi'an's hand touched the weapon, but soon released it. What he can't tolerate most is the reduction of power, but he will not be impulsive to turn his face on the spot. Although he didn't graduate from the psychic school, Tai Xi'an learned one thing, that is, forbearance and post-production are very important, and the best laugh is at the end.

　　 He controlled his expression skillfully, made appropriate surprises and anger, but immediately turned into sadness. "I obeyed the order." Tesian said: "But I will complain to the top and get my position back."

　　Duo Ji'an didn't even hum, but looked at him coldly.

　　 Zhao Mai moved two steps horizontally and stood in the queue of slaves on the construction site. Taixian glanced over and was about to say that Zhao Mai was a prisoner of the Masked Alliance, but a thought "suddenly came up" in his heart. That mysterious kid is from the Masked Alliance, why don't others pick Dojian, but instead look for him, what is hidden in this? Could it be that... As a Templar, Dogian is actually a member of the Masked Alliance, or at least a supporter?

　　 Not right! Tai Xi'an became very determined: Dojian is from the Masked Alliance, she must be, and she must not be too! This is a good idea. Why haven't I thought about it before? Taixi's heart thanked Zhao Mai for helping him discover such a secret and generating such a thought. If you knock down Dojian, you can open up the road to power!

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