Sword and Magic and Taxi

Cotande put down his staff and cast a spell with one hand, opening the spell that closed the secret door. He personally opened the door and then led everyone forward. This is a new secret stronghold of the Masked League, only known to Cotande, and it is one of the safest places. He hid the Heartwood Spear here, and then rushed to the underground ruins to rescue Shatiri and others.

In the dark room, in the dark grid, two spears about one and a half meters long were wrapped in layers of cloth covered with runes. Cotande uncovered the cloth strip, the spear revealed a horn, and immediately suppressed all the surrounding magic and psychic abilities.

"This is the weapon of the halfling, the Heartwood Spear."

It appears to be two unremarkable wooden spears, rough handwork and poor quality materials. There are still some unpolished burrs on the spear shaft, which feels very light in the hand, and seems to break when it is broken.

"The Heartwood Spear can penetrate all barriers of magic and psionic powers, and the person holding it will not be harmed by magic and psionic powers." Kotander put the obsidian staff aside, because the heartwood spear After taking it out, the effect of this staff was also suppressed. "For the worst, the half-length man agreed to lend the Heartwood Spear on the condition that he kills the Witch King Karak and prevents him from becoming a dragon.

"How did the halfling know the plan of the Witch King Karak?" Zhao Mai felt very strange.

"They have their own way, and I didn't understand that. In fact, after the halfling said about becoming a dragon, I connected all Karak's actions and clues together." Kotande said in Xinmu. The spear was handed over to Butcher and Ricus: "You two are going to the arena, so give it to you. Satiri and Mike both recommended you to me. I have also measured that you are indeed our greatest hope. And the best choice."

"You are right to do this." Butcher took the spear in his hand and turned it around twice. "Hey, you know what, there is no psychic noise in my ears, and the world has become so quiet."

Zhao Mai took the Heart Wood Spear from Likas, feeling the suppression of the surrounding forces by this weapon. The access and output of psychic powers are blocked, and the magic energy must be the same, but the natural force can still operate even though it is suppressed. He was trying to cast a druid spell, but suddenly thought of the defiler and the vortex of desecrating energy, and he held back.

Zhao Mai clearly remembered how Cotande reprimanded Satiri for excessive use of magic. He was a rather "fanatic" guardian mage, and he might have torn his face with him because of this incident. Zhao Mai returned the Heartwood Spear to Ricas, saying: "If you two throw together, maybe the chance of success will be higher."

"It's probably not that simple." Cotande said, "Heartwood Spear is not afraid of magic and psychic powers, and penetrates the defense of any armor, but it is still a weapon after all. The Witch King only needs to block others from himself. That’s all right in front of you. Moreover, the Heart Wood Spear cannot penetrate the magic barrier indefinitely. Each layer destroyed will also reduce its lethality, so we need to find a way to remove the magic protection around the Witch King."

"Can this be done? The Witch King's spellcasting ability is very strong, your strength"

"In fact, most of the barriers will be made by the blasphemous wizards. The Witch King doesn’t always do these small things personally, so it’s not a big problem. Satiri and I will be responsible for this matter, as long as Tai Xi’an does not do anything in it. ."

Sadili looked worried, and she thought of the torture of the Templar to her and the slaves around her. "We can't completely believe in Tai Xi'an. His fear of the Witch King may exceed the fear of death, so he will betray us at any time. With just a word, a look or an inappropriate action, the Witch King may be suspicious. Search Taixi's brain, then everything will be exposed."

"This matter is very dangerous, but we have no better way." Cotande said: "I believe that the cause of justice and freedom will win!"

"Maybe it's not that there is no other way." Zhao Mai touched his chin, still thinking about the tauren in his mind. Originally, only Rikas should have thrown a heartwood spear, but now the heartwood spear has become two. This must be a ghost of the tauren. Why would he do this? While cutting off Ricas's arm, he made an extra heartwood spear. Didn't this cause trouble for myself?

Zhao Mai felt that if he could figure out this matter, then Tauren's plan would come to light and he would be able to grasp the chance of victory.

I want the dividing line of the monthly pass

A few weeks later, Ricas and Butcher walked side by side into the big arena and headed for the final. They wore their upper bodies, with only a cloth belt around their waists as shorts, and they were all barefoot. The rules of the arena do not allow any weapons to be carried when entering. All gladiators start from the edge of the arena and rush towards the step pyramid set in the center of the round arena. Those who successfully occupy the summit and pay tribute to the Witch King will be the final winner.

Everyone's weapons are placed at the bottom of the pyramid, scattered randomly in a circle, and the heart wood spear is in it. It can be said to be the least noticeable, especially when compared to the swords, guns, swords and halberds that shone with metallic light. However, all the weapons combined were not as eye-catching as Ricas's hand sword, after all, it was the only weapon that allowed to be carried into the field from the beginning.

It's not that other templars raised objections to Taixi's favoritism, but these complaints disappeared like snow in the desert in the ears of the Witch King. In fact, Taixian knew that, let alone slaves entering the arena with swords, even if the masked league marched into the arena with high flags, it would not attract much attention from the Karak Witch King. The king of Tyre, who had a withered face and became more and more like a reptile, had completely escaped his vulgarity and cared only about his temple tower.

He walked out of the Great Pyramid where he lived every day and went to check the temple tower, and no one was allowed to follow. Taixian always waited at the entrance of the temple tower, lowered his head, looking at the Witch King from the corner of his eye. He captured a kind of excitement and greed, which was part of the feeling that the Witch King rarely revealed. At that time, Taixian understood that the so-called power, the so-called city of Tyre, was something that the Witch King could give up, and only power was eternal.

Only power is eternal, Tai Xi'an kept saying to himself. Only in this way can he restrain his tension, still look serious, and stand meticulously beside the Witch King. They are located on a protruding platform on the west side of the Grand Arena, with a dragon-shaped eaves above their heads, so that they can avoid direct sunlight when they start to compete in the afternoon. Moreover, this position can be directly facing the temple tower on the east side of the arena, and the witch king's gaze is more often fixed on the magic masterpiece.

"Texian, my high-ranking Templar, I am very satisfied with your recent service." The Witch King glanced at the audience in the arena, licked his lips, and slowly said: "You know what to sit down. How many people are there?"

"All the seats are full, there are 23,000 people in total."

"Well~www.NovelMTL.com~ How many people did you send to maintain order?"

"All the templars and half of the city guards." Tesian bent his body vigorously, lowered his head, and felt a chill on his exposed neck, which was a rare feeling in his life. When was the last time? Taixian forced his mind to drift away from the keywords of masked alliance, assassination, and temple tower. Oh, yes, Taixian remembered. That was when I was a child and still learning psychic powers from my teacher. A group of desert bandits tried to attack Tyre, causing the Witch King Karak's unhappiness. He cast his magic, enveloped the entire sky, lowered red lightning and burned all the attackers to charcoal. At that time, he had a thought: in front of the Witch King, a person's magic and psychic powers are meaningless. Only climbing the steps of power is his lifelong pursuit.

His lips moved, and he almost told everything and everything. Maybe the Witch King will forgive me and reward my loyalty.

The Witch King sat on the tall pure gold throne, holding his chin watching the crowd under the platform. He waved his hand like a fly: "Texian, you don't need to be here. When the competition starts, go and let your people close the gate."

Tai Xi'an took a deep breath, closed his mouth, bent his head lower, and went out backwards. To be continued.