Sword and Magic and Taxi

? The battle in the arena is still going on, wave after wave of killing aroused huge cheers. Zhao Mai didn't need to look at the specific details of the site at all. He only needed to listen to the sound of the mountain and the tsunami to know the death toll on the sandy land. He wanted to stop and see if his friend was safe, but he had more important things to do.

"Come on, Doujian." Zhao Mai took the former Templar to the underside of the noble area stands. There are few restrooms in the entire arena, which is the only place where he can complete his plan.

The templar in the hallway cast a questioning gaze, Zhao Mai did not touch that gaze at all, but left enough room for the guards to imagine about a man, a woman, and a dog. He pulled Dojian into the bathroom, and after making sure that there was no one inside, he locked it from the inside. "Take off your coat." Zhao Mai said.

Duojian obediently took off his veil, took off his blouse and long skirt, which was actually a set of high-ranking templar clothes. This suit belongs to Taixian, but if you want to come to Taixian, you won't particularly care about whether your uniforms are more or less. The height of the two people is similar, but the difference in body curve is larger. When Dogian put on this dress, some parts were tight, and some parts were loose, and it looked a little thrilling.

It's still the old trick. Playing background music on a mobile phone and cheering and screaming in the arena are the best cover. If it weren't for the live collection on the stands of the aristocratic district, it would have been impossible to capture such a loud volume. Zhao Mai needs to let it play in a loop, using the sudden shout to cover his actions.

"According to the drawing, there should be a newly built passage here." Zhao Mai tapped the masonry wall with his finger, and then heard the voice of Kongkong, which seemed to be here. He closed his eyes and thought about holding a huge axe in his hand. From the style, weight, touch and texture, every detail must withstand scrutiny. The creation of the mind is like this, mobilizing energy to complete the entrustment of the manifester. This is very similar to the principle that the Druid uses the Force of Nature to cast spells, except that it consumes Zhao Mai's own power.

After a few seconds, Zhao Mai opened his eyes and held a fire axe in his hand. On the earth, this kind of axe can break down walls and doors, and can cut off ordinary iron pipes. It is a very powerful tool. Zhao Mai can only create something that he thinks is reasonable. Nothing like a high-frequency vibration plasma knife can be made. The fire axe is his best choice.

The sound played by the mobile phone is mixed with the noise outside, no one can hear the problem, but there are more screams in the background sound here, and they all repeat regularly. Following this rule, Zhao Mai waved the fire axe rhythmically in response to the sudden cry, and after a dozen strokes, he knocked a crack in the wall enough to squeeze through.

Peering your head and looking down, under the dust and sand falling, a "ditch" paved with a strip of stone appeared in the field of vision. Zhao Mai took a deep breath and recovered the fire axe into his body, reducing it to a part of psychic powers to supplement his own consumption. After that, he chose a long-recorded male and female sports sound, so he repeated the technique and let it play in a loop, so that the people outside can fully understand how "impulsive, enthusiastic and endurance" the people inside are. Since the slaves in the slave camp in Taixian would be fooled, the guards and spectators here should not be aware of the problem. And there is more than one bathroom, and not many people will go down to waste time while the fight is still going on. Atas does not have a TV station, let alone replaying the game, so once you miss it, you will never see those wonderful shots again-in short, Zhao Mai caught this gap, although it is not big, but it is just enough. No one will find it here.

Zhao Mai carried the stored grain on his back, and then squeezed out the slit one after the other with Dojian, climbed down the supporting structure of the arena, and came to this "drain". It is about one meter deep, and it leads all the way to the east from just below the arena, extending into the foundation of the temple tower. These strip stones were transported back from Taixian, but Zhao Mai had never seen them on the temple tower construction site. Later, he recalled the construction plan he had seen, thinking that there should be a passage connecting the temple tower and the arena, otherwise this huge magical array that absorbs vitality would be incomplete. It took him two weeks to use the different identities of slaves, gladiators, animal trainers, and builders to turn the entire arena around before roughly determining the location of the channel.

Every day, the Witch King Karak will go to the temple tower to check his magic circle, so if you act in advance, it will definitely be exposed. Even on the day of the competition, the Witch King may conduct surprise checks at any time. Zhao Mai only dared to act like this when the gladiatorial meeting began and the Witch King sat on the throne of the arena and was sure to watch the game. He knelt down and inspected the "drain", and he found the hidden magic pattern.

Here will be a "drain" for conveying magic spells and life energy. The Witch King will use the water in it to water his own dragon transformation magic, so as to sublimate himself into an Atas Dragon. With the start of the competition, this magical channel is already in "standby" operation, and the lines of the magic circle hidden in the stone glow slightly. Now this light is not much brighter than the light of fireflies, but when it runs at full capacity, the lives of tens of thousands of people will make here as dazzling as the noon sun.

"Come with me." Zhao Mai waved his hand, letting Duojian and Reserve Grain follow. The Witch King set up a magical barrier on the temple tower and arranged many guards, but he would not place much defensive power in this channel. The so-called channel, accessibility is the primary consideration, and barriers will hinder circulation. Moreover, the Witch King did not want anyone to know the existence of this canal, so as to avoid causing too much "association", so it would also reduce the escape of magical energy.

Want to enter the temple tower, this is almost the only way. The Witch King never imagined that someone would remember the entire construction process of the temple tower, and planned everything from the beginning. The only Templar who could see all the drawings was Dogian, so the Witch King had found a reason to erase her mind after the main part of the construction was completed. The other templars are all scattered in different positions, and it is impossible to get a complete picture. As for the slaves and overseers who started to work, they all died clean with harsh work, cruel punishments, and even stranger reasons~www.NovelMTL.com~ There are not many slaves literate, let alone such a large workload. , And also distracted to record everything.

Except for Zhao Mai.

Two people ran in this channel with their waists down, climbing down in some places to get through. From below, Zhao Mai passed through the center of the arena and saw a more complicated magic circle. If he has time, he really wants to record this magic circle. In all the fantasy worlds he knows, this is the largest life force extraction circle, and the knowledge contained in it—regardless of the degree of evil—is quite amazing. Fortunately, he was a druid, and his curiosity and thirst for knowledge weren't that great.

When the shaking overhead began to weaken, Zhao Mai knew that he had left the arena area and came under the temple tower. Here, the water channel folds upwards and becomes an upward shaft. Zhao Mai went in and looked up. There seemed to be nothing on the opposite side of the black hole.

But things will never be that simple, Zhao Mai doesn't believe that there is no magic circle for detection and protection. Even if you don't specifically defend this passage, the protection of the temple tower itself will cover it. So he took the cane, peeled the shell, and took apart the rune cloth.

A heartwood spear lies in his palm, and it will suppress all magic and psychic barriers. (To be continued.)