Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 Behind Duojian, a long line of slaves followed listlessly. They didn't have chains around their necks, nor tied their hands or feet. More than two hundred slaves were guarded by more than twenty human warriors, six half-giants, and four mantis men. Under high pressure, the slaves' "marching discipline" was not scattered at all. Everyone kept silent, bowed their heads, and followed one by one.

　　 "Pagan, don't you know the order I gave you? You can't do such a job as guarding the gate here, and I don't know how you became a high-ranked templar!"

　　 "Of course it is the trust and promotion of Lord Witch King," Pagan is still immersed in Satiri's charm spell. Dogian is a recognized beauty among the Templars, a flower that no one can pick. Although she is beautiful, in Pagan's eyes, she is not as cute as the slave girl. If at other times, he had already worshipped Dogian's aura and couldn't say a word of objection, but now he "transferred love", but was able to refute it-is this just being unwilling? "I have not left this post, so your accusation does not exist."

　　 "Huh? You don't need to be called honorific?" Dojian raised his slender neck, raised his chin, and stood in front of Pagan. She stretched her slender fingers into Pagan's neck, but did not touch his greasy skin at all, and then pulled out the metal necklace. "With this chain, do you think you really have the ability to be a high-ranking templar? What do you think you can do for Lord Witch King, and what can you do for Tyr City?"

She threw off the chain and walked in front of Satiri again, pinched the half-elf maid’s cheeks with one hand, lifted her directly from the ground, shook her left and right, and threw her into the mud on the street. . "Just like this? Are your eyes blind?"

　　 There was blood oozing out of the gums, which soon turned Satiri's saliva into red. She began to look at the surrounding environment, assessing whether she could rush out of the gate in the chaos, and then escape through the complicated lanes of the XC area.

　　 "Oh, what is this again, a slave holding a dog?" Duojian's boots broke through the silence around him and stopped in front of Zhao Mai. "Why do I feel that you are a little familiar?" Before she could say anything, she reached out and grabbed Zhao Mai's face.

　　 I didn't expect such a spoiler, if she was interrogated in detail, it would be troublesome! People who exercise psychic powers will be strengthened in terms of memory, so Templar Doji'an may recall at any time that he once met Zhao Mai among the slaves of Taixi. Moreover, Zhao Mai and Satiri tried to confuse the cover of the level with the businessman Malut. As long as they asked the lecherous official Pagan, this would not be right.

　　 kill it? After several months of training, Zhao Mai felt that his strength had been greatly improved. If there were only two and a half giants and two templars, he would be sure to repel them and run away. But Duojian was followed by a slave catching team, too many. The so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands. It is good to have confidence in yourself, but you can't swell your confidence enough to think that others are just decorations.

　　 Zhao Mai understood in an instant. At this time, he must immediately grasp the dominance of this matter, and let Dojian follow his own ideas, and can no longer let things develop. It must be stronger than the high-level temple to surprise them and confuse them.

　　 So, Zhao Maiyi grasped her wrist.

　　 Duojian's eyes widened: "Bold!" Satiri also covered her mouth with her hand at this time. She hardly dared to see what was going to happen next, and her legs were so frightened that she couldn't even make the effort to escape instantly.

　　 "Don't scare it." Zhao Mai grabbed Doji'an's wrist while putting the stored grain on the ground with the other hand. The puppy stared at Dogian, then sat down, raised his hind legs, licked his belly and scratched it, with a confident look.

　　 "The task given to you by King Karak, you can complete it, don't block other people's way, otherwise you will have no way to go." Zhao Mai loosened Dojian's wrist, and then stared at her movement.

　　 As soon as the Templar's shoulders were removed, the hand on his waist touched the handle of the mace. Zhao Mai had already prepared, and he raised his hand and slapped it directly on Dojian's face. The psychic force made his palms extremely hard, and violently collided with Dojian’s psychic force and annihilated each other. In the end, it is the calluses on the skin and the muddy dust on the makeup.

　　 Duo Ji'an's physical injury was nothing, but his heart was angry, and his psychic powers flooded Zhao Mai like a tide. Unlike her sudden shot, Zhao Mai had been prepared for a long time, constructed layers of defense, used imagination to fight willpower, and stayed still in the mental storm.

　　 The collision of psychic energy caused lightning to burst out from between the two. This lightning did not have much damage effect, it was just numb when hitting the body, but it looked quite terrible. Seeing this, the slave arrest team rushed up quickly, waving the weapon in their hand to help their leader.

　　 Zhao Mai couldn't let the opponent take the initiative, so he took the initiative, leaving only the core protection, giving up a lot of outer positions. This is a technique learned in the Psionic Handbook of Halflings. The action that follows after the violent close is to drill the crotch and then launch a heavy blow. Because the halfling is short in stature, his enemies will stagger forward and lose their balance due to the sudden withdrawal of psionic energy.

　　 Killing Zhao Mai will not go to drill the crotch! Dojian he moved forward half a step, he also wanted to move forward, handing forward, the sharp edges and corners of the tiles hit Dojian's throat. Zhao Mai's other hand took advantage of the situation and grabbed the back of Dojian's neck. As long as the two hands moved towards the middle, the female Templar would be dead.

　　 Duo Ji'an was in a daze, and then found himself restrained. She looked at the man dressed as a slave opposite, and the enhanced hearing of psychic powers caught his steady and powerful heartbeat, as well as the terrifying psychic powers hidden in the sea of ​​heart. The familiar déjà vu in the past and the shock of the present are inexplicably mixed together and become a specious thinking illusion. Who can use such psychic powers? Soon, she guessed that he was some secret agent under Witch King Karak, some temple messenger.

Zhao Mai turned to the half-bald Templar and said, "Pagan, do you know why you can wear an iron necklace? It's not that someone wants to hold you up, but someone wants your stupidity to quickly turn it into a noose, and then watch. You are hanged." Then he leaned closer to Dojian, breaking through her psychological defense distance. The pupils of the high-ranking Templar warrior dilated a little, and the psychic powers immediately became defensive. Zhao Mai looked at her shrinking like this, knowing that her posture had been involuntarily lowered at this time, and she had given up the initiative to think.

In a rather calm, even cold tone, he said, "Dogian, your project was touched by someone, but you are still wasting time on these slaves? What do you think your face looks like? What effect? ​​Stupidity is Pagan's noose, what about yours? It's pride and carelessness."

　　 "What...what do you mean?"

"The project of the Temple Tower," Zhao Mai said in a mysterious way: "The things that Lord Witch King cares about and the things you ignore will naturally be used by others. If I were you, I would not stretch out my hand to stop others from doing business before I checked my stall. ."

　　 After finishing speaking, he released his hand, hiding the tiles from Dogian's sight, and then directly pulled Satiri by the collar, violently pulled her from the ground, and slammed forward: "Continue to lead the way."

　　 "Wait...sir..." Dojian bit her lip, she didn't dare to hide the red and black fingerprints on her face, and hurriedly asked: "I... can I know what happened in the temple tower?"

"Use your eyes and hands to find, don't believe in psychic powers and arcane arts, you will find something." Zhao Mai didn't look back, but his voice meticulously penetrated into Dogian's ears: " Skill, Lord Witch King himself is enough, you don’t need you. You have to show value from other aspects. You are full of enemies, stupid women."

　　 Zhao Mai pushed Sadili, who was still dizzy, and the reserve food twisted his hips to follow behind him. The slave capture team cleared the passage, and several people passed through the gate and walked against the direction of the slave team along the **** towards the outer city. After a while, they turned to the side and left the sight of the Templars.

　　 Duo Ji'an raised his hand and gently stroked the red and swollen place, but he did not use psychic powers to heal. She glanced at Pagan standing next to him, and for the first time felt that these men were more ugly and delayed, without any qualities that men should have. If in the past, she had now raised her arms and twitched her lascivious and cowardly face, but now she felt that it was a waste of time and defiled her body.

Only... she took her hand off her cheek with great difficulty, and then said angrily to Pagan: "Bring a lot of these slaves to the construction site. If you lose one, don't wait for the noose, and kill yourself! An eyesore! "

　　 Then, she waved her hand and asked the Mantid warrior to follow her~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then stepped on her boots and headed straight to the construction site. As a high-ranking templar in charge of building the temple tower, wherever something goes wrong, she will inevitably be punished.

　　 The outer part of Tyre is quiet, like a desert at night, uninhabited. Whether it's a road or an alley, it's empty here, only the dim yellow sign lamp that nobody takes care of emits a dim yellow light. The wind blew the window and slammed it against the window frame. There seemed to be reflections from the voyeur's pupils in the darkness, but when I looked closely, I couldn't find anything.

　　 "I was scared to death just now." Sadili patted her chest with her hand and let out a long breath. "You dare to beat Dogian, that's the worst-tempered and most stinky-faced fellow among all the high-ranking Templars!"

　　 Zhao Mai also took a long sigh of relief and rubbed his forehead that was sore from the battle of the soul. "I can't do anything else. I just bite the bullet. Sometimes I have to be tough, right?"

　　 "Well, that's right." Sadili looked into Zhao Mai's eyes and suddenly asked, "Are you a subordinate of the Witch King?"

　　 "No." Zhao Mai's answer was short and powerful.

　　 Sadili smiled slightly, and the corners of her eyes curled up. "Well, I believe you are telling the truth."

　　 "Then you are so careless, what if I am a guy with superb acting?"

"You can deceive my eyes and ears, but you can't deceive my feelings. I am a very strong mage. It's just a little...some inconvenience today, don't you know?" Sadiri shook her small fist, her posture followed Swaying. "Come with me, you will be there soon~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.