Sword and Magic and Taxi

There were footsteps on the back-shaped steps of the temple tower, dense and tense footsteps. Duojian was ready to fight, but the reserve only yelled twice before lying under Zhao Mai's feet. From this point of view, the people who came must be friends, so Zhao Mai let Duojian relax and just simply stand still.

Rikas was the first to rush up. His prosthesis was completely finished, but it was wrapped in a cloth indiscriminately, and he was still slowly bleeding out. However, he is still holding the Heartwood Spear as a weapon in the other hand, and has always been prepared for battle. Butcher followed behind him with a brand-new giant sword, then Cotande and Satiri with the staff, and Tesian with the giant axe at the back.

Zhao Mai didn't hold an inch, covering the key with one hand, and greeted everyone with the other, (????)?? Hi?

"The Witch King is dead?" Rikas asked. Zhao Mai nodded, and pointed to the body behind him. The Moore let out a long sigh of relief, and then he looked at his clothes. As gladiators, he and Butcher had only shorts tied around their waists. They really couldn't lend them. They could only give Zhao Mai an apologetic look.

Satiri poked her head from behind Butcher's tall body, with an expression of incomparable surprise: "You were naked and stabbed the Witch King to death with a spear?"

"Hey!" Zhao Mai was a little annoyed: "You have too much ambiguity?!" But Sadili just covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes couldn't help looking at Zhao Mai, it seems she must be deliberate.

Cotande also smiled. He stood quietly, enjoying the peace and happiness after victory. Zhao Mai looked at him for help, and the old man shook his eyebrows. "Seeing what I do, I only have one hand. I am a disabled old man. You don't want to take off my clothes, do you?"

"It seems that I have to come." Taixian took off his cloak very quickly and threw it at Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai avoided gently, letting his cloak fall to the ground, and then said to Cotande, "Why is he here?"

"Although the Witch King is dead, you still need my help." Taixian lowered his head slightly, making a half-bow motion, then straightened up and said, "I am on your side, I will withdraw early. Most of the guards were removed, otherwise Satiri and Kotander would not be able to approach the stands at all. I also opened the door to let the people escape, otherwise the Witch King’s magic power would be stronger. Moreover, I also stopped the guards from attacking you. Then he took everyone to the temple tower and personally opened the door."

"Thank you for your contributions in the past." Zhao Mai said. He walked to the Witch King, stomped on his face barefoot, and pulled the Xinmu Spear from his head. The black blood dripped, and the ticking sound was clearly audible. Zhao Mai turned his head to look at Taixian, his eyes showed killing intent, but his tone was still calm: "What then?"

At that moment, Taixian felt threatened, and his arm flicked to try to pull the axe behind him. But he immediately woke up and stopped his movements. There are seven people and a dog here. I am just one of them, and the only guy who is helpless. As long as he draws his weapon, it is a dead end. He took a deep breath, and even though he wanted to kill all the people in front of him, his expression was more humble and he bent down deeply.

This bow lasted for five seconds, and then he straightened up, his eyes full of confidence. He is clearly not like a disadvantaged person, but like a presidential candidate stepping onto the podium. "I will be the new king of Tyre! I am the first templar. I can immediately take over the power of the templar, maintain order in the city, and avoid robbery, murder, and anything worse. I can let it happen. The city of Tyre avoids division and destruction. I can prevent the success of killing the Witch King from going to failure! If no one manages this city, it will be reduced to ruins! There is nothing more suitable for management than a Templar. After all, the Templar has more than a thousand years of management experience!"

"Templar? We all know what you have done for more than a thousand years!" Shatili pouted and retorted.

"Everything will change, so come and help me do things better," Tai Xi'an looked eagerly and expectantly, the language sounded so sincere and moving.

Cotande looked at Zhao Mai, and then at Taixian. He clearly felt a little pain in his heart, as if something had slipped through it. The old man sighed, stepped forward to block Zhao Mai, and then said to Tai Xi'an: "First, we must liberate all slaves."

"Of course it can," said Tai Xi'an, "I assure you."

Satiri blinked and said, "Abolition of lynching requires a fair trial."

"This is conducive to the construction of order," Tesian nodded, "This is also my wish." He then turned his gaze to Rikas, and the Moore scratched his head and said, "Uh, to relieve the poor slaves. ...The poor, help them rebuild their lives."

"For the prosperity and freedom of Tyre, I will spare no effort."

Butcher snorted, wiped the blood from his face, and then said: "We are going to the Witch King's treasure house, you open it for us."

"Uh..." Taixian hesitated, but if you think about it, it's not his own treasure house anyway. It is better to expect lower revenue than nothing. He reacted quickly and immediately added: "Of course. But I have to check to see which templar knows the specific details. After all, I have never been a treasure house guard."

In the end, only Zhao Mai was left. Tai Xi'an swallowed secretly, but his expression was still confident and friendly, kind but not flattering. He knew very well that if Zhao Mai insisted on killing him, relying on his credit for killing the Witch King, these people would not really stop him. There may be verbal condemnation, but that condemnation obviously won't bring back a dead body named Tai Xi'an.

"I want something different from them." Zhao Mai said, "You said that the Templar can help manage this city. This is in line with the actual situation. However, the Templar must become history, just like the rule of the Witch King. My request is to let people from the Masked Alliance enter the Templar and learn how to manage it. Let’s start with the city guards. It’s best to learn how to fight and maintain order. Within a year, the Masked Alliance should manage more than half of them. The city guards will then increase year by year and must not decrease."

Taixian's heart hurts, and he only feels dizzy, as if it's dark... This heavy blow made his face twitch, and he could no longer maintain his expression perfectly. Cotande raised his eyebrows, and he obviously realized something from Taisian's expression, which he secretly remembered in his heart. It took more than ten seconds for the high-ranking Templar warrior to slow down, stand straight again, his eyes swept across everyone, and finally fell on the Witch King's crown and stopped there. "Okay, I agree. Sharing...sharing power is what the alliance and comrades should do." He reluctantly said.

Zhao stepped to the side and stepped aside, and then said: "I will look at you. You have to remember that you once robbed a person in the desert. This person has a good memory. He also killed the Witch King. Yes, you He actually robbed the only mortal in history who killed the Witch King. Aha, if I were you, I would definitely consider Tyr City sincerely, but dare not let this person hear anything bad."

Taisian paused, and then said: "I will not forget. I will build a monument to let this matter go on forever."

Well, he meant that there are other witch kings out there! Tyre is just one of many cities ruled by the Witch King. Although it is the largest, it has never been the only one. Whether it is the masked alliance or Zhao Mai, there are still many enemies to face. He Taixian is still very important and cannot be overly oppressed.

"Oh, don't fix it for me." Zhao Mai shook his head: "It was Rikas who killed the Witch King, not me."

The Moores immediately became anxious: "No, you killed Karak, we all know that."

"We actually killed Karak," Zhao Mai corrected. He looked at everyone's face and remembered everyone's expressions in his heart. He said sincerely: "Without any of them, even without Texian, we will not be able to accomplish this. But, for the sake of Tyre, for all the unliberated slaves of Artas, the slave gladiator Rikas Killing the Witch King Karak is the best choice. I'm just a passer-by with no background, not as well-known as Rikas. Now Tyr needs a hero and needs to build confidence in winning. And my name Obviously it is impossible to play such a role."

Cotande was the first to understand what Zhao Mai meant, and came up to pat Rikas on the shoulder: "Mike is right, Tyre needs you to stand up, and all of us are willing to make you a hero. It is not an honor, but a heavy burden, and may even become a bondage. You are carrying it on your back for all of us and in order for the slaves to keep hope forever~www.NovelMTL.com~. Do you understand? "

"Don't worry, if there is an assassin from the Witch King coming to deal with you, I will help you stare at them, and first kill them." Butcher squeezed his fist and cast an encouraging look.

"Thank you all..." Rikas took a deep breath, with a smile on his face: "As the first thing to decide after freedom, I choose to follow your suggestions."

Tai Xi'an lowered his head and snorted, but from the corner of his eye he glanced at the expressionless Dojian. How much did she see with her bright eyes, will she tell the truth? With this anxiety, Tai Xi'an walked to the broken corpse of the Witch King, knelt down, and picked up the golden crown—the thing he dreamed of.

The Witch King has been wearing it for more than a thousand years. Now it is contaminated with the Witch King's black blood, but it still looks majestic.

Taixian stepped out of the platform, stood under the sunlight of Tyre, put a crown on both hands, "Long live the king," he could only whisper.

Zhao Mai raised a **** behind his back. It's just that he is not wearing any clothes. Wouldn't it be unnecessary to raise his **** at this time? Sadili couldn't help it anymore, and chuckled behind the "enthroned" king. (To be continued.)