Sword and Magic and Taxi

Five low-level templars in lavender costumes stepped into the tavern and knocked heavily on the ground with their bone rods: "The king has an order to strictly investigate the rebels of the Masked Alliance. All citizens, merchants and slaves must spend a month. Re-registration to the Chamber of Internal Affairs. Those who are not completed by then will be arrested by the Templar! Those who do not match the registration will be arrested! Citizens and merchants who have completed the registration will receive tickets to the Temple Tower Tournament."

　　 "We are all loyal subjects of Lord Witch King!" The people in the tavern finished these words in their own different accents, and then watched the Templar leave and toasted to them. Of course, no one knows how much of this glass of wine is a curse for the ruler, and how much is a despair in the current life. Anyway, it tastes the same as before.

　　 This decree came from Taixi’s head, in order to reach a closer alliance with the parliament as soon as possible, and to take this opportunity to attack the Masked Alliance and those political enemies who have a relationship with the Masked Alliance. The Witch King Karak didn't care about this, but when he heard the part of the admission ticket, he suddenly became interested and agreed without saying a word. To this end, he also rewarded Tai Xi'an, promoted him to a higher position, and is solely responsible for the organization of the competition. "You will continue to receive rewards." The Witch King promised.

　　 The heart-warming Taixian immediately mobilized his men and began to patrol the city of Tyre to collect evidence. The Witch King only cares about two things now, the Temple Tower and the Tournament. As long as these two items are related, any proposal is easy to pass. Tai Xi'an wanted to take full control of the temple tower, so that he could take advantage of these two things to take control of the city guards, then he would truly be under one person and above 10,000.

　　 The transactions and conspiracies behind the 　　 are unknown to ordinary people, even some interested templars do not know. The Masked Alliance smells the risk, but not everyone has such a fast news channel. Sadili didn't know the false alarm that was separated by a wall, and still led Zhao Mai to evacuate quickly. Below the hotel, there is a very complicated underground passage leading to the more complicated underground city of Tyre.

　　The city of Tyre has been standing in the desert for a long time, and the wind and sand keep invading here without stopping for a second, and then day after day, year after year. Although it has the magic power of the Witch King to block it, the city of Tyre must increase its height after long-term accumulation, that is, it is forced to continue to build upwards. The large **** at the gate of the city is based on a long-term perspective, directly stipulating that the construction of the city must be on the slope, leaving a certain height to deal with the wind and sand. This also means that part of the old city of Tyre before the advent of the Witch King era or the era of the desert has been buried underground and unusable. These are called underground cities of Tyre.

　　 Legend has it that there are still quite a few treasures, and most of them are good things from ancient times. According to word of mouth, halflings in ancient times pushed psychic powers to an incredible level, and items made with powers were very popular. And in that era, Atas still had gods, and the halls of various gods could be found in Tyre. It is said that these ancient temples buried in the underground Tiercheng also hide the worship of mortals to the gods, and the value is very amazing.

　　The legend has always existed, but not many people are lucky enough to find the treasure, but a lot of danger has been found. "I don't know much else, but there are many traps and mechanisms in the underground city of Tyre that can still operate. Some monsters that rely on psychic powers to work are still guarding there dutifully. Some guys are quite difficult, many tomb robbers The thieves are all dead. But we found a safe path and set up the headquarters of our Masked League there." The two men walked among the underground ruins of history, on both sides are the remains of past glory. Most of the buildings in the halfling and post-human era turned into piles of broken masonry. Some mice with tentacles of supernatural powers due to mutation secretly looked at the two people, and then continued to eat the stones here.

　　 "Masked Alliance, no wonder you haven't been able to be wiped out." Zhao Mai curled his lips.

　　 "How do I feel that you have never liked our organization?"

　　 "You don't know how to rebel." Zhao Mai laughed self-deprecatingly: "Of course, I don't understand either. I think you will win in the end, but it may not be the way you imagined it."

"It’s good if I can win. I really want one day when I can walk on the street. No one will come to check my identity suddenly. No one will buy or sell me because of the imprint on my body. Everyone will use my name. It’s not my master’s name to remember me. I will be the mage Sati, not the slave Sati."

　　 "The beauty mage Sadili may be better to hear." Zhao Mai said.

"Hmph, you guys don’t have a good thing. You want the same thing as that Pagan, but the pleasure in bed, but you won’t force me to look a little better than him, just a little better. Oh."

　　 "So appearance is still very important?" Zhao Mai just finished speaking, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Satiri, dragged her to his arms, and then flashed and stood in front of her. The bricks not far away collapsed, and a crystal-made arm stretched out and grabbed the ground forcefully, trying to dig out part of the body from under the ruins.

"Ah! It's a crystal puppet!" Shadiri was shocked, pointing to the arm and said: "We are not its opponents!" (The puppet is the psychic power of a golem, after all, it is not a "devil" image ——Only book)

　　 "Not necessarily." Zhao Mai looked at the environment around the crystal arm. It was a three-story building, and the crystal puppet was trapped in the original position of the first floor, and on top of it there was the entire weight of the two-story building.

　　 This guy is mostly buried under the walls and ceiling. It is obscured by the ruins and cannot see the whole picture. The exposed arms are only slightly larger than normal humans, not as good as Bucher. Most of the time, the abilities of the puppet will be limited by its size. After all, if you want more powerful psychic power, you need a larger energy storage crystal and a larger driving psychic system.

Zhao Mai looked at the stuck crystal puppet, estimated its strength and the weight of the masonry on its head, and then carefully looked at the ruins that kept shaking but did not collapse. It's not like being able to climb out. He looked at Satiri with suspicion and found that the little half-elf girl was sneaking at him from time to time, instead of always focusing on the enemy. Looking at it this way, Zhao Mai knew what it was doing.

　　 He leaned down, approached Sadiri’s ear, and whispered, “If I break it, will your Masked Alliance make me pay for it?”

　　 The half-elf's face turned red immediately, and he quickly patted it with both hands to restore its original color. "Ah, I can see it by you. Your reaction and observation are so strong~www.NovelMTL.com~This is your entry test. See my choices in emergencies?" Zhao Mai shook his head , Quite disapproving: "Test whether I will leave you to run away, or show timidity, or expose other things? Do these make sense?"

　　 "Of course." The puppet's arm stopped struggling, and a dull voice of a man came from its core. "I have probed your heart. You can move on. The Masked League welcomes you."

　　 The sand, gravel and soil around the puppet kept flying back under the influence of the mental power, and the old view was restored in the blink of an eye. The puppet was buried under the ruins again, waiting to scare the next newcomer.

　　 Although it is a puppet making the sound, the real source of the sound is not the puppet. Following the direction of Satiri's fingers, an old man walked out. A pair of pure white sword eyebrows seemed to sparkle in the dark, which instantly attracted Zhao Mai's attention. His body is quite strong, his complexion is proud, he has the feeling of a gangster in the martial arts film: shrewd eyes, big hooked nose, tough chin, and a bunch of white goatee. He was wearing a brown knee-length blouse, and an ivory shawl hanging from his shoulders was connected by a copper hook at his throat.

　　 A sturdy wooden staff with an obsidian sphere mounted on the top can not only travel but also be used as a weapon to knock someone on the head, and was placed in front of him by his hands. This is an awe-inspiring old man. Time and suffering have never been able to bend his backbone.

"That's Cotande, my teacher." Sadili leaned close to Zhao Mai, and said to him in a low voice: "He doesn't like me using too much magic, so you didn't see me cast spells indiscriminately, understand? ~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.