Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 "What is this that you wear on your neck?" A Ghaithian overseer looked Zhao Mai up and down. This weird synthetic race is between humans, elves, and reptiles, thin, long, and hunched. The flesh-like head is as long as a locust, and the bubbling eyes without eyelids are always secreting sticky and smelly substances. They are not good at work, but their eyesight is very good, and their memory is also very good. They are especially annoying to slaves.

　　 "Take it off for me," Zhao Mai waved and drove away the flies around him, saying to the Gaither.

　　 Bluffing eyes ignored him, went around Zhao Mai, and then asked, "Where is your slave marked?"

　　 "I am not a slave, there is no such thing."

　　 "Pull down and stamp him! He is now a slave to the Witch King of Karak!" The Gaithian yelled and called in a half-giant overseer.

　　Mixed the lineage of hill giants, trolls and humans (why there are always humans, this is really worth thinking about), half-giants are inherently superior in size. They are powerful, hard-working, and quite loyal. They are essential men for staying at home, working, fighting, and holding the wrong hands.

　　 The half-giant held Zhao Mai, raised a hot red soldering iron, and pressed it **** his waist. After the burning smell of skin and flesh, a pattern resembling a skull appeared on the original smooth skin.

　　 Zhao Mai clenched his teeth, but the severe pain of the burning skin was very unbearable. At the moment when he howled in pain, he knew how great Qiu Shaoyun was, who died in the fire at the age of 26.

　　 Fortunately, he is still alive, he still has a chance to avenge himself. The bulging eyes kept spraying viscous saliva, and he smiled and said to Zhao Mai: "Remember, work hard in the future, otherwise your delicate skin and tender flesh will soon be pulverized!"

　　 "Don't let me meet you alone, you bug!" Zhao Mai breathed heavily and said to the Ghaithian.

　　 There are still many slaves behind. Blowing eyes doesn't care about the threat of a slave, but just waved his hand to let the half-giant take Zhao Mai away.

　　 The living and living conditions of the slaves are naturally so bad that they can't be added, and the daily work is extremely heavy. Zhao Mai and thirty other slaves were crowded in a six-square-meter house, and everyone could only sleep in turns. However, the house is close but not close to the wall, so there is a narrow space outside the house to hide. The night in the desert is very cold, and living outside is a terrible torture. But here, Zhao Mai can avoid the sight of others and can be with the grain reserves and small flowers, so he grabbed this position and gave up the space in the house to others.

　　 Zhao Mai’s job position is constantly changing, moving bricks, laying walls, repairing scaffolding, and pulling pulley cranes, so he can see through the purple first-story platform inside and out. The entire temple tower will have seven floors, and the outside will be decorated with seven colors of purple, blue, cyan, green, yellow, orange, and red from low to high. Everyone thought that this temple was to praise the power of the Witch King, but its true purpose was deeply hidden.

　　 The Witch King is already one of the strongest forces in the world, but it has not reached its limit. After combining arcane and psychic powers, the Witch Kings have developed a legendary magic that can make them go further. This series of spells is called Dragon Transformation. The difficulty of this spell is higher than that of the ninth-level spell, and it has already touched the edge of divine power. After one to ten different levels of dragon transformation, the Witch King can transform his body, spirit, soul, and power into the form of a dragon, and thus all rise to the level of higher gods, and become the dragon king.

　　 At present, there is already a witch king who has become the dragon king. The thirteenth Witch King Polis relied on this power to persuade the other Witch Kings to defeat their creator, Rajat, the primordial warlock, and exiled him to a void of darkness. The Dragon King guarded Rajat with his own strength to prevent him from coming out, while trying to learn more advanced knowledge from him.

　　 Karak Witch King is not the lucky person to become the Dragon King, but like other Witch Kings, he also mastered the spell of Dragon Transformation. The entire process of transforming a dragon is a long and unexpected journey. It takes at least several hundred years of continuous energy to step down step by step, collect the casting materials, and prepare a safe casting environment. The cast time of the last reshape dragon spell alone is in years, not counting the subsequent transformation and transformation process. Especially when casting spells, the Witch King doesn't have the energy to take care of other things, and will become relatively vulnerable. Other Witch Kings are also monitoring each other, watching and waiting for their opponents to appear flaws. Because once interfered, the Dragon Transformation technique will fail, the resources invested by the Witch King are all consumed in vain, and the Witch King itself will also be affected and reduce its strength. As a result, the safe casting time has become the biggest obstacle to Dragon Transformation.

　　 Karak didn't want to take such a big risk, and didn't want to wait for such a long time. He wanted to obtain the power of the Dragon King earlier and catch up with the progress of the strong Bolis.

　　 After long-term magic research and technical excavation, he found a way to greatly shorten this process and condense the changes over the years into a magnificent ceremony. This is a magnificent celebration that requires the sacrifice of tens of thousands of lives, so the Karak Witch King will hold a grand gladiatorial contest and build a huge device to absorb life energy-the temple tower.

　　 But no one in Tyre knew about the plan of the Witch King, and even the Templar was kept in the dark. They drew a large number of slaves from iron ore, farms and workshops, and all used them to build temple towers. Of course, these slaves will eventually be imprisoned under the arena, and if there are not enough spectators that day, these slaves will contribute their lives to the great plan of the Witch King.

　　 Zhao Mai looked at the foundation of the temple tower in front of him, knowing that there was an evil device that would absorb life in the future. It is impossible to destroy it. A group of templars and priests of the Witch King check the quality and progress of the project every day. Zhao Mai and a group of people are in charge of an area. As long as there is a mistake in this area, everyone will be ruthlessly killed. Zhao Mai not only couldn't destroy himself, but also stared at others and couldn't destroy, so he had only one choice left: study.

　　In other worlds~www.NovelMTL.com~ the difference between arcane and druid force spells is very big, but in Atas it is a little fuzzy. Here, except for psychic powers, the source of all spells is actually the same, that is, the vitality of the entire planet, which is the natural force. The greatest contribution of Rajat, the warlock in the early days, was to use the force of nature as the foundation to create the entire arcane system.

　　 Zhao Mai has no time to learn arcane arts. He only cares about how the tower absorbs life force, and how much does it have in common with the skills he learned from Wadsworth? It stands to reason that this temple tower finally failed to allow Karak to complete the Dragon Transformation-he was killed in the process of casting the spell. But no one can guarantee that Zhao Mai is walking on this historical line.

　　 While he was working, he tried to enter the state of force sensing. It was originally impossible to enter meditation during the event, but on the first floor of the temple tower completed, it was actually possible. A faint but sure force of nature surrounds Zhao Mai, as if he had entered a shallow meditation.

　　 Hiding in the gap between the house and the wall at night, Zhao Mai shared the food he had stolen from the stored grain, and at the same time, with the help of Xiaohua, he sorted out his own force and eliminated the adverse effects on him. In this huge city, you can finally avoid eating raw food. The reserve of grain goes out with little flowers every day, and uses his magical skills to walk through the streets and alleys. Although these foods are stained with puppy saliva, they are still a hundred times better than the "meals" of the slave camp.

　　 With unprecedented concentration, Zhao Mai grasped every possibility of cultivation as much as possible. He knows that he can’t waste any opportunity, and there is no guarantee of strength. All ideas are just brilliant~www.NovelMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at~www.NovelMTL. com~ mobile phone users please go to read.