Sword and Magic and Taxi

The sand covered Zhao Mai, everything around became dark, only the sound of the heart pumping blood was like a drum, banging non-stop. Because he needed to hold his breath, he felt that he was about to explode, and he might not be able to hold on at any time. Fortunately, the energy vortex continued to massage the surface of his body, making the feeling of paralysis weaker and weaker, which urged him to persist as much as possible.

A tingling sensation appeared, covering every inch of skin, even on the eyelids. The sand that flooded me seemed to have turned into steel needles, piercing from all directions. At the same time, from these stinging places, he finally reconnected to the circulation of the natural force, and slowly regained his control over the body. At first, some irregular tremors activated the muscle response, and now it gradually calmed down, allowing the natural force to flow along the blood vessels and nerves, dissipating the remaining paralytic energy.

The battle seemed to stop, and there was no sound or vibration for a while. Zhao Mai was about to support himself with his arms when he felt a strong force on his chest pulling him up. The faint light of the underground ruins came into view again, and he saw the battlefield again. In front of him was the high-ranking temple warrior Taixian, Taixian in distress. His armor was completely damaged, his body was covered with wounds and bruises, and one eye was swollen like a small mountain bag. But he won, and the tauren's head was held in his hands.

Templar Taixian took a few breaths, and threw the tauren's head aside, turning into two hands holding Zhao Mai's clothes, and lifting him from the sand.

"Aha, my animal trainer, I didn't expect it to be you." Tai Xi'an raised his fist and slammed Zhao Mai's face. With a bang, Zhao Mai's camouflage buck teeth were blown out. "Sure enough, you escaped from the slave camp. At that time, I thought that corpse didn't look like yours."

Zhao Mai squinted his eyes to look at Taixian. He didn't notice that he had any intention to kill for the time being, so his arms drooped and he continued to pretend that he had no strength, but he secretly accumulated strength and allowed the psychic powers to flow into his limbs again.

"Masked Alliance, all three of you are hiding in my home all the time, wanting to do something?" Tai Xi'an dangled Zhao Mai, trying to shake a baby. "The Witch King will be very happy to meet you and use you to dig out the secrets of the Masked Alliance, and I will also be rewarded!"

"Hey, don't try anymore, you know in your heart that the Witch King will not care about these things." Zhao Mai is ready to counteract, so he keeps attracting the attention of the Templar with words: "And, even if you hand us over Now, the Witch King can’t find out about the masked alliance, because I don’t have this aspect in my mind.”

"I don't believe it." Taixian shook his head.

"You better believe it."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded from a distance, and then accompanied by a few flashes, Cotande with white eyebrows rushed over. Taixi's brow furrowed, and he put a dagger against Zhao Mai's throat, and looked at the old man with his slanted eyes. He is ragged, his right sleeve is empty, and his left hand is holding an obsidian staff. The light of magic gathered on the top of the staff, making Tai Xi'an feel a terrible chill.

"Hello, High Templar Lord Tai'an, the Masked Alliance greets you." Cotande stood still, pointed at Tai'an with his staff, and a series of questions spewed out: "Don't you think your victory before? Is it a fluke? Or did you deliberately ignore my help to you? Why did you turn back so quickly? How about you let him go first?"

"You are a traitor to the party, what you say is like farting!" Taixian shook his head. He felt strange before that the tauren's movements suddenly appeared flawed, and he seized the opportunity to cause fatal wounds, and then cut off its head. Tai Xian slanted his eyes to look at the one-armed white-browed old man, knowing that this mage must be secretly helping. But he is a Templar, and the old man is just a traitor to the Masked League, so he will not admit the help he received. "My people are coming. You will be swept away. Why should I listen to you?"

Cotande's beard shook slightly and confidently said: "Because we can make you survive from a mortal state, because we are going to kill the Witch King."

"Only you? Even this tauren was killed by me in the end, you may not be so good at your skills!"

"Without our masked alliance, you would have died in the hands of the tauren. And, don't forget one thing, only if we have enough courage to attack the Witch King, you will never be able to do this." Cotande stared. Very firm, the staff in his hand did not shake at all, and so was the magical light. "I said that we can do it, and we will definitely be able to do it. Texian, you are a high-level construction templar of the temple tower. Tell me, don't you have any doubts about the role of that building? You really Are you blind to death for the Witch King?"

When mentioning this matter, Tai Xi'an frowned. After thinking for a moment, he threw Zhao Mai aside and put away the dagger. "What do you all know?"

"According to our friends on the construction site, you have sent several groups of people into the temple tower to carry out the work called the final inspection. However, did the Witch King appear and be very angry? Your people are all dead, what do you find? Yet?"

"Yes, this is abnormal. I went to look for the design drawing of the temple tower, but I couldn't find it again. The Witch King ordered all the drawings to be destroyed, so there must be a secret hidden there." Tesian looked at Cotande. For the first time, the Templar of the Witch King and Tyre's masked alliance have shared interests to a certain extent. "I think we should talk frankly and honestly."

"The evil Witch King wants the entire city of Tyre to provide him with mana. He has to drain everything, starting from the arena." Cotande said: "The only way to stop him is to assassinate him before he finishes everything. "

"You can't do it." Taixian's greatest worry was confirmed from the enemy, but he calmly shook his head: "Even if you add me, you can't complete the assassination. The power of the Witch King is too powerful. No power can penetrate its spiritual barrier and magical barrier, you can't hurt it at all."

"When he started to absorb, he had to open these two barriers to allow energy to enter. At that time, he was not invincible." Cotande said: "This is still very difficult, but it is not impossible."

Taixian pondered for a while, thinking about the feasibility of this. He found that as long as he was careful and avoided allowing the Witch King to read his memory, then this matter would be good for him. After thinking about it carefully, he found that if the Witch King decides to read his memory, whether or not he really betrayed the Witch King, then his mind would not be able to keep it. Therefore, he has no reason to stop the Masked Alliance. After a while, he finally nodded and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"You control the guards of the arena that day and let them assist us in our actions."

"I can let them not intervene, but I can't let them act with you. I can't take action unless the Witch King is dead. Moreover, as long as the Witch King gives a clear order, I will still carry it out."

Cotande nodded: "Okay, you just have to let our people into the arena. You want to bet on both sides, no matter where you are successful, you will have the benefits to earn, and I will think the same way. But in the end You will find that working with us is the only way for you to survive. The Witch King is a dead end."

"This is what you said." Tai Xi'an is still stiff.

"Do you think a dragon needs your service?" Cotande said: "He will become a dragon and accumulate his power with death, starting from Tyre and bringing about the destruction of the entire land."

Tesian stared at Cotande, and did not speak for a while~www.NovelMTL.com~ His heart beats very fast, and through psychic powers, he predicted that this scene might happen. Just as animals perceive disasters, so psychics have a sense of the future. The word dragon undoubtedly touched Tai Xi'an. He left a sentence: "I won't interfere with you." Then he hurried away.

Cotande also let out a long sigh of relief and came to check Zhao Mai's condition. Zhao Mai didn't pretend to be dead, and got up tremblingly, dragged Ricas and Butcher together with the old man, and then awakened Sadiri who was still in a coma.

Everyone's numbness gradually disappeared, and they asked about Cotand's condition, especially the hand he lost. The old man smiled: "The halfling ate it, and the squad sent earlier became their belly. But I finally completed the mission and brought the weapon. But the thing will suppress it. All the spells and psionic powers, I can’t take it to fight. Let’s clean up, and I’ll take you to see.”

"Texian said he still has reinforcements," Zhao Mai thought for a while and said, "Is it fake?"

"Well, there is no one outside, and even if there are reinforcements, they can't get in." Cotande nodded.

"You go first, I want to see the body of the tauren." Zhao Mai frowned tightly: "I think there is still something that can't be right..." (To be continued.)