Sword and Magic and Taxi

"Is there anything special about this dagger?" Zhao Mai hadn't learned the knowledge of magic item identification, so he had no clue. But Satiri is a mage, and Cotande, they may have a method of identification.

"This guy is much easier to deal with than the orcs in the mangroves." Butcher came over and knelt down to examine the corpse carefully: "Well, there is no more heartbeat or breathing. It's definitely dead."

"If it weren't for the shield, I would be able to knock him down a few times." Ricas scratched his head. That said, Zhao Mai also felt something was wrong. "The soldiers of the Masked Alliance before were so bad? Hey, why didn't his nose have been cut by me?"

This thought just sprouted, and the sudden change occurred! From the ruins of the building, a crossbow arrow passed through the gap in the wall and hit Zhao Mai's chest. Zhao Mai raised the dagger in his hand to stop him at the moment. But the arrow clearly did not touch the dagger, and the two suddenly exploded together. A violent flash and a dizzying noise enveloped the three people together. The huge roar shook the eardrums, and the shock wave bounced them all off, and fell heavily on the sand pile, covered with flowing sand.

Zhao Mai found that he was paralyzed from the neck down, and the nerves in his face were also severely affected. He could barely move except his mouth. He ordered the Force to move from head to toe, trying to open up the nervous system. However, apart from feeling a little physical pain, the force seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to form at all, let alone cast spells. Zhao Mai couldn't twist his head, so he could only squint his eyes and watched the rubble of bricks being lifted up and thrown aside. The tauren stood up from inside, holding a palm-sized crossbow in his hand. His nose was still bleeding slowly, and it seemed that this was the one injured by Ricas.

"Attack!" Zhao Mai shouted. But the three black scale ghost lizards were motionless, lying far away on the sand dunes, blinking black eyes to observe the situation on the battlefield, and did not respond to Zhao Mai's orders at all.

"Don't bother, you can't use any power. I didn't expect you **** to consume so much for me! Five gold coins! Bastard, bastard!" He raised his crossbow and shot another arrow at Butcher . The burly man's body trembled, and then he stopped moving at all. Ricas yelled and cursed, "Asshole! Come to me!"

"Fortunately for you, I really can't kill you." When the tauren passed Rikas, he glanced down at him. "Is the long sword easy to use? Why don't you thank me? I give you a better chance to win the championship in competitive competitions."

"I would be a champion without you. You did this for your own purposes!" Rikas' eyes radiated an angry flame, and he wanted to get up, tearing the tauren to pieces. But because the body is controlled by numbness, he can't move at all, he can only feel weak. The tauren stepped on his chest and buried him half of his body in the sand. "The hero and liberator of Tyre." The tauren grinned twice: "Is the difference under my feet?"

Zhao Mai's mind turned rapidly, trying hard to get rid of the current predicament. But he couldn't use it whether it was physical power, natural force, or spiritual power. He watched the tauren's big feet appear in front of him, and then the ugly face, looking down at him condescendingly.

"You have too much nosy, Lord Lord." The tauren took a crossbow arrow from his belt, tightened the crossbow carefully, and shot it up. "Remember that Enti's killed you and buried a piece of history."

"If I die, can I change in the future?" Zhao Mai said suddenly with an idea.

"It makes no difference to me." He paused for two seconds before saying this.

In this moment, a luminous whip wrapped around the tauren's neck and then pulled it hard. The tauren staggered back and fired the crossbow. Zhao Mai only felt the corners of his eyes cool, and the crossbow arrows flashed past his ears and plunged into the sand. Then he turned his head vigorously and saw the Templar Taisian dragged down the tauren with a long whip and hit the bull with a warhammer on the head.

The tauren dropped the crossbow, and when he fell backward, he suddenly rotated half a circle and turned into a face-down posture, so that he fell on all fours and his head raised. The warhammer knocked down, and only a loud clang was heard, the hammer shattered, the horns were also smashed, and fell into the sand.

Blood flowed from the broken corner, dripping along the eyebrows and corners of the tauren's mouth. With sudden force on his limbs, he tried to pull Texian over. Feeling the tremendous pull in his hand, the Templar quickly let go of his whip. The palm of his hand was scratched by the long whip, and it was hot and painful. But Taisian clenched his fist, so that no one could tell.

"Ah, Taisian, Lord Templar." The tauren stood up, took the whip from his neck and threw it aside, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, "You are here too? Today is so lively? You don't have any Arms, do you want to do anything to me?"

There was no expression on the templar's dark face. He dropped the handle of the hammer in his hand and pulled out a dagger. It was the magic dagger from Glarion, which Tysian snatched from Zhao Mai. Now that the robber has saved his enemy's life and is still fighting for the owner with the loot, people have to sigh the changing fate.

People who can become high-ranking templars are not ordinary people, and they always have outstanding advantages in certain aspects. From the point of view of martial arts alone, Taisian is definitely not as good as Butcher, and may be slightly inferior to Ricas, but with the help of training in psychic powers, Taisian is more cold and cruel, and his fighting styles are more diverse. Psionic fists and real weapons hit the tauren's body at the same time, and the shock from the soul invaded one after another. The desert scorpions summoned by the use of phantoms continuously pierce poison needles from under the sand. The tauren was injured in multiple places very quickly, and Tai Xi'an seemed comfortable. The tauren without a shield is greatly reduced in strength. And Taisian, like Ricas and others, is also a figure that the planet will focus on. The tauren didn't dare to really kill him, for fear of causing troublesome trouble. But I don't know why, the tauren is at a disadvantage, but he did not choose to escape, and Tai Xi'an actually caught him alone! Zhao Mai suppressed the doubt in his heart and continued to pay attention to the battle over there.

He found that as the battle continued, the tauren gradually gained the upper hand. His wound has not recovered, it should not be a manifestation of physical resilience, but the tauren's endurance seems to be endless, like a machine with lasting power. On the other hand, the Templar, Taixi's face flushed, and his breathing became more and more rapid. He was still explosive after a long time, but he could not hold on to fight for a long time.

They moved while fighting, and soon reached the other side of the dune, leaving Zhao Mai's sight. He knew very well in his heart that he couldn't put all his hopes on Tai Xi'an, not to mention whether he could win, even if the Templar won, he might still die. "Calm down, calm down first, and then think of a way!" Zhao Mai slowed his breathing and deepened, and then began to ponder the state of his body.

The heart is still beating normally, and so is the breathing, which shows that the brain and body are normal, at least the signals in this area have not been blocked. This also shows that the natural force can still circulate in the body, but the ability to actively control it is weakened. But that can't be said completely, after all, the eyes, nose and mouth area ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Zhao Mai can still control.

Set a small goal first, such as establishing a small loop of the natural force of the head, and then push it down. But after a few attempts, there is no connection between the circulation of the head and the restoration of control of the body.

The sand keeps flowing, now it has covered his legs. Zhao Mai thought, why could he feel the movement of the sand through his legs? Obviously you should lose your intuition below the neck? He analyzed it carefully, and finally realized that under his body, the energy vortex formed by the profane magic was still there, weakly and continuously continuing to absorb the surrounding energy. This vortex was originally caused by Shadiri’s magic out of control. After Zhao Mai captured it, although he used most of his power to cast quicksand, but the druid spell and the wizard’s arcane require different energy attributes, so the vortex did not Was consumed clean. Now, it is blindly absorbing all the power around it, including the kind of power the tauren uses to restrict Zhao Mai.

Zhao Mai's legs were buried under the sand, and were first absorbed by this vortex, which weakened the effect, so Zhao Mai was able to regain some consciousness. In this case, Zhao Maisuo was cruel, shaking his slightly movable legs left and right to make the sand flow faster, and buried himself slowly and completely.

He held his breath, just hoping that the whirlpool of blasphemy magic would be faster and stronger, and remove all the restraints on himself! (To be continued.)