Sword and Magic and Taxi

? This full-fighting melee quickly became a competition between several small groups-all gladiators who failed to find an "organization" were eliminated in the first round of blows.

The first round of blows mentioned here is actually very simple. Everyone rushed to the bottom of the high platform full of weapons. Everyone was enough to arm themselves, and then the remaining weapons would naturally be thrown out. Almost coincidentally, axes, daggers, javelins, daggers, and even some people threw huge swords. All gladiators have one or two stunts on how to avoid throwing objects, so as long as someone can cover for themselves, it won't be too difficult to escape the attack during this time. It is the guys who fight alone, unable to cope with attacks from multiple angles at the same time, they are the first to be eliminated.

Two bulging Gaithers approached Ricas and the others, bent over and hunched over, ran all the way from behind to approach them. All Ghaithians have psychic powers, and they are also using this power to cover their actions. The Ghaithians stared at Ricas and Butcher with bubbling eyes, constantly projecting false images so that they could not see themselves, thinking that it was a safe and unmanned area. They held their breath, curled their fingers on the spear, shaking with tension and excitement.

"Hey, there are two fools behind you sneaking up." Butcher said to Ricas in a low voice, "Their psychic powers are too clumsy."

"That's because we have gone through special training and they haven't. Besides, we have a wooden spear to suppress them!" Rikas also said in the same volume: "Get ready, one, two, three!" The two suddenly charged. Out, the Ghaith people hurriedly resisted, but without the help of psionic powers, they were not the opponents of the two fighters by martial arts alone.

After the battle in the bunker began, everyone's eyes were firmly attracted, which greatly facilitated the actions of Sadiri and Cotande. With the help of the crowd, they approached the main stand where the Witch King was located from the north and south sides. One disguised as a wealthy businessman, the other a pretty girl.

The girl was seized by the opportunity to grab a few, and some words that would usually annoy Satiri drifted into her ears. She wanted to use magic to knock these people down, but not now. The half-elf girl kept reminding herself psychologically, not now, now I want to save these idiots!

Carrying the skirt corners and walking lightly, her face is flushed with panic and excitement. She attracts attention, but it is not too memorable. Both men and women will not refuse the little girl she wants to pass Small request. Only at the gate to the noble quarter, two half-giants stopped her.

"The master asked me to go and serve him." Sadili immediately put on a pitiful expression, and tears rolled in her eyes, and they might fall at any time. "If I'm late, he will torture me. Flogging, a lot of flogging. Please, let me pass."

One half-giant had stepped out of half of the passage, but the other reached out and stopped her. "I seem to have seen you somewhere before," he opened his small eyes vigorously, recalling with the strength of breastfeeding in his small head.

Satiri looked at it suspiciously, shocked in her heart. This half-giant was obviously one of the two half-giants that he met on the way when he left the slave camp with Mike that night! She dared not let herself show any strange expressions, but she also curbed the seductive expression a little bit, so as not to cause more memories of the half-giant.

"Isn't your master an ordinary businessman? How could he go to the noble area?" The half-giant finally remembered, and his hand reached the giant stick at his waist: "What are you going to do when you want to go there?"

Satiri knew she was in trouble. She can use magic to influence the half-giant's thinking, make him confused, and then change his attitude according to her own thinking. This is always good for a simple-minded half-giant. But here is only less than forty meters away from the Witch King's stand. I am afraid that the fluctuation of magic cannot be hidden from the King of Tyre, who is a master of magic and psychic powers.

She moved her ankles and aimed her eyes at the crotch of the half giant. There was also a dagger hidden in her cuffs, a very precious steel dagger. If she moves fast enough, she can take care of the two half-giants, and hide them...where to hide them? At this time, she realized that her plan was full of loopholes.

"Hey, why are you still here, Master Laken is already anxious, and was still mentioning this matter just now." A voice came from the other side of the passage in the Noble Quarter, and then the sound of a cane hitting the half-giant head. "Let you look at the passage, not let you stop people, you two idiots!"

Satiri has never been as surprised as she is today. Zhao Mai is dressed in the clothes of a congressman, holding a stick more than one metre long as a walking stick, with a shiny war dog tied to the stick, and a woman wearing a veil in his other hand. Who is that woman? Without thinking about anything else, Satiri jumped out of this question.

"Don't froze here, go now!" Zhao Mai pretended to be annoyed and said: "That guy is about to be suffocated. Just now he almost reached out to my baby! What a shame!"

The half-giant still felt that something was wrong, but there were no 100 or 50 things that he felt wrong every day, and after the head was knocked, it was right. He quickly got out of the way, and Zhao Mai walked out with his beauties.

"Wait", Zhao Mai leaned close to Satiri's ear and gently said to her: "Pay attention to the guy in full armor next to the Witch King. I think something is wrong. Target your spells at him."

"Where are you going?" Satiri asked with eyelashes shaking and raising her eyes.

"To fight for victory, my lovely beauty." Zhao Mai smiled slightly: "I have been busy for several weeks for this."

"What are you doing secretly? Why are you ignoring me on purpose?"

Zhao Mai shook his head, did not answer her, but left straight away. She couldn't catch up and ask for clarity, she could only bit her lip, round the half-giant with the skirt of her skirt, and continued to approach the Witch King.

Since the Underground Temple defeated the Tauren ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Mike has been mysterious, and I don't know what a person is thinking. Satiri has always wanted to meet him alone, on the one hand to understand the druid's secret plan, on the other hand, to thank him. If he hadn't taken over the vortex formed by the profane energy, she would have been a profane mage now, and it would be impossible to even stay in the Masked League.

Satiri wanted to determine if Mike had become a blasphemer. If so, remind him to avoid certain people in the Masked League, such as his teacher Cotande, and be careful not to be caught and killed. But Zhao Mai deliberately avoided her, and also deliberately avoided Cotande, at most he met Butcher a few times. Later, he mysteriously disappeared directly from the manor in Taixian.

After a few weeks of silence, Sadili saw Zhao Mai for the first time. He didn't have any makeup, and he appeared in the aristocracy. How did he get in, what did he do, and why did he leave? It's hard for Satiri not to let herself think about these issues. She even thought that Mike had betrayed them all, or he was originally a spy for the Witch King, just like that night, when she met Dogian on the road, it was actually a manifestation of his true identity?

These thoughts flooded in, making it difficult for Satiri to concentrate. But when she saw the figure of the Witch King, she didn't have any thoughts, only the memory of breaking the enchantment spell, echoing in her mind over and over again. (To be continued.)