Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 "The spear thrown by Ricas is the best." Zhao Mai naturally would not relax at all on issues related to major historical events, and would instill this idea in Satiri and Cotande whenever he had the opportunity.

"You are really confident in your friends. It seems that you have a good relationship. I believe they would be very happy if they knew that you had escaped from the bitter camp on the temple tower." Sadiri's face was sweet. With a sweet smile, he said: "I have been in contact with the two of them. Ricas is a very unique person, and so is Butcher. They never bully me. They are completely different from other slaves who always want to take advantage of me."

　　 "Is their condition okay?" Zhao Mai asked.

"They are under the care of the treacherous old man in Tai Xi'an, even if they are good. Of course, they are much better than other slaves. At least they can eat and sleep without interruption. After all, they are the most important thing in Tai Xi'an. Two slaves, the old ghost wants them to win the championship for him. By the way, on two occasions the old ghost even arranged for them to serve as slave girls, and once almost hit me-but I can always escape."

　　 "Then you are really good at it." Zhao Mai complimented, but he was not as optimistic as Satiri. As a slave, everything that looks good is just a false bubble that bursts with a single poke. He was especially worried about Butcher, the guy had a tough temper and had never been a slave, so he might not be able to adapt to the change in role. Even if you endure it for a while, one day it will explode. He does possess extraordinary fighting ability, but the enemy he faces is a guard group led by a high-ranking templar.

　　 Artas is not a world of singing and dancing. Terrible monsters are often encountered here, so the guards have accumulated a wealth of combat experience. One or two people may be easily settled by Butcher, but the guards have always had only one tactic: group fights.

　　Because the Templars have such an armed force, the ultimate result of the Tyre Revolution can only be a compromise. Zhao Mai remembered very clearly that Ricas and his friends worked together to kill the Witch King Karak, and then the speculator Taisian became the new king of Tyre. The Templar still existed, the Guards still existed, and the Masked Alliance did not exist. Some seats are occupied in the parliament, but Ricas and others have prestige among the people. Power is still tied to the army.

　　 However, as long as Rikas kills Karak, Tyre will be free from slavery, and he can walk straight under the sun. If you can stand in a better position in this revolution and take advantage of the trend, you can use the benefits you have gained to organize your hands and dig out the cars in the desert again.

　　 I have activated the psychic powers, and the harvest has been very rich. Learn more, and this barren world will basically help you in a short time. Of course, if you dig deeper, the biological abilities of halflings in ancient times are also quite interesting things. After all, the mantids, half-giants and other races, and even the humans in this world, were created by halflings. Their power to create life is very attractive to anyone, not to mention the druids who always deal with creatures.

　　 There is a saying that the dragon transformation technique mastered by the Witch Kings was actually excavated from the power of halflings. It was part of the biotechnology and was developed only after the Witch Kings kept improving. Now, Zhao Mai's bloodline power is quite unstable. Wadsworth said that only the elemental transformation that completely separates from the living body can heal him, but there may be other solutions in the halfling technology.

　　 However, despite all kinds of thoughts in his mind, Zhao Mai kept reminding himself not to be too greedy and focus on the task in front of him. He followed Sadiri and his apprentice through the underground ruins, circling left and right like walking in a maze, finally reaching the secret stronghold of the Masked Alliance. This is an old temple that has not collapsed after wind and sand. The holy emblem is still there, but no one knows what it means. From the outside, it is just another ruin, silent and lifeless, but when the heavy rock gate is opened, there is a cave inside. The old idols and sacrificial platforms have long been cleared away, and the residue and dust from the murals and ornaments are also gone. Now, brand new tables and chairs are placed in the empty interior room, as well as a corner bar, wine cabinet, pantry, and a warm brick stove glowing with orange-red light. A thick tapestry hung down on the wall, the corner of the wall was decorated with luminous fungi, and an incompetent red scale bird (animal for riding) looked at Zhao Mai and others with a dumb look.

　　 There is a smell of incense in the room, which is very relaxing, and it is probably good for meditation. Zhao Mai thought it tasted good, but the reserved grain showed his teeth, and he kept roaring, obviously feeling dangerous.

　　 "Relax, dog, this is the base camp, a safe place." Sadili smiled and said to the grain reserve: "Are you feeling unfamiliar and nervous?"

　　 "No, it only gets nervous when it feels dangerous." Zhao Mai believed his dog brother unconditionally, so he increased his vigilance. Although the environment here always makes him feel relaxed and comfortable, he just doesn't dare to let go of this string in his heart.

　　 Several masked alliance "idlemen" are busy with their own affairs, either drinking alcohol, or playing cards, or sleeping with a book over their faces. If this is a casual tavern, Zhao Mai has no other words. But this is the stronghold of the Masked Alliance, and the place where the resistance of the organization has accumulated strength. After he came in, apart from the food reserves, no one was actually alert enough, which was a bit unusual.

　　 Too lazy, these people are completely wasting precious time. With this preconceived feeling, Zhao Mai went to see the two people around him. Satiri was obviously very happy because she returned to "home", her performance may have been like this. However, the former stern mage Cotande stretched out his white eyebrows and his eyes became soft. This change was a bit strange. He is not the kind of person who can relax! Is there something wrong with this location?

At this moment, Zhao Mai heard the door of the pantry slam shut, and then a halfling man wrapped in a large cloak yelled, "Sister Sadili, you are back! Hug!" She ran in small steps, The shape was strong, and she threw herself into Sadili's arms, then rubbed her face against her chest.

　　 "Xiaowei, why are you still not growing tall?" Sadili lifted the halfling's hood and touched her hair. Zhao Mai discovered that she had a pair of raccoon-like round ears on top of her head, just emerging from the fluffy hair. There were also faint stripes on her cheeks on both sides, which looked like shallow, soft hair. Atas there are praying mantis, Gaisians with compound eyes, and "birdmen" with wings, but is there such a raccoon in front of him?

　　 "My intelligence is so high, so I can't help my height!" Xiao Wei, who looks like a raccoon, flashed his big eyes, and said sweetly: "This time you come back, can you sleep with me for a few more nights?"

"Just wait for my sister to finish the work at hand." Sadili patted Xiaowei's head dozingly, dragged her off her chest, and placed her on the ground: "Come and meet our new friend: from the temple tower Mike at the construction site."

　　 "I don't look handsome." Xiaowei's eyes flashed, and after a glance at Zhao Mai, he moved away. She shook Satiri’s hand and said, “Sister, what do you think of how I dress up here? Did you find the new decorations I found again? Also, I secretly found a lot of food and food from the ground. Drink it, everyone will never have to worry about supplies again!"

　　 "I knew Xiao Wei was the best." Sadili touched her face with encouragement, "Let's go play, there's something else on my side."

　　 "Then don't forget to sleep with me for a while!" Xiaowei bounced around, humming and ran away.

　　 Zhao Mai looked at all this with soft eyes, and when Xiaowei turned around, his brows wrinkled tightly. Who is this, is it Sadiri’s friend, why is he not impressed? And her style of painting is completely different from this desert world. Where did she come from, and why did she change her base like this?

The Masked Alliance has been rebelling against the Witch King Karak, although most of the time, apart from having the blood of constant struggle, and the dream of defeating Karak in his heart~www.NovelMTL.com~ there is no other preparation. , But one thing is very important. They never fell into enjoyment, let alone relax their vigilance for a moment.

　　 Tribulation and vigilance allowed the Masked Alliance to survive, but it was clear that Zhao Mai saw this in this stronghold.

　　 "What race is this cute little guy, I have never seen it before."

"Oh, that was a mixed-race man I picked up on the road half a year ago. She was very pitiful. She had some problems in her head. She always trusted others easily, so she was deceived very miserably." Shadiri shrugged: "I took her. Save it and do some handyman work here. At least we will not bully her or treat her as a slave."

　　 "Half a year?" This time was quite close to the time he landed in the desert, and he couldn't help but arouse his suspicion. Satiri and Ricas, these names represent important historical events in Atas, and everyone around them should arouse Zhao Mai's vigilance. After all, through Atath's planetary consciousness, Zhao Mai knew that there were other traversers in this world, and they were also trying to intervene in the major event of assassinating the Witch King. Zhao Mai observed the temple tower for a long time, but could not find any clues, then the other traversers were probably in the Masked Alliance.

　　Also, the halflings of Artas have indeed created a variety of creatures, all of which are tall, strong, and a more "evolved" version of the halflings' hearts. No one seems to be similar to the halflings. Raccoon man? It doesn't seem to have any advantages. How did it survive the massacre of the early warlock Rajat and the Witch King and still have blood, and still remain innocent and cute?

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