Sword and Magic and Taxi

This is indeed Atas, Zhao Mai has confirmed this. Through conversations with this group of white-robed men, he gradually restored the appearance of the world and made certain guesses about the era he lived in.

The Witch-King of Karak still sits on his throne, and his infamous ultimate dragon-transformation spell that will send him to his death has not yet been implemented. Most of the group of people who were later called heroes were still struggling in slave camps and gladiatorial arenas. The curtain of change of the times had just begun.

Although there are many things about the planet Atas that I cannot remember clearly, and even except for the names of a few people such as the protagonists who caused historical changes, other memories are very vague, but the general context is still there. The history of this world can be simplified to the Blue Age when halflings ruled the world and created everything; the Green Age when halflings distorted nature and caused the ocean to decline and thus withdrew from the stage of history, and other races flourished; the primordial warlock Rajat will absorb the power of nature with magic Enter the magical age of the world; Rajat leads his warriors to start the era of the Purification War of genocide; the warriors rebel and seal their master Rajat to become the Witch King in the modern era; and the liberation of slaves is about to begin The age of heroes.

The Witch-Kings each occupied the city-state and became kings who ruled over everything. They collect various materials and absorb the power of the earth, hoping that one day they can go one step further and become a dragon. The Dragon Transformation Spell is prepared for these Witch Kings. It combines the characteristics of arcane magic and psychic powers. It is a path to further improvement and evolution. If you become a dragon, you can become a god. This is something that the Witch Kings are sure of.

Karak was the second fighter of the original warlock Rajat, and was known as the Ogre Doomsday. He single-handedly completed the mass extermination of the ogre race on the planet Athas, completely cleaning out this species, and is currently the ruler of the city of Tire. Proficient in arcane magic, he invented a method that could shorten the very complicated and time-consuming process of transforming into a dragon into a few days and nights. In order to achieve this goal, he was about to start crazily squeezing his city-state, thus causing a slave uprising and leading to his own death. He became the first Witch King to be killed by someone other than a Witch King or a Taichu Warlock.

Now that you are here, you must go to Tire City to see it. Zhao Mai has already made a decision. Although the world is actually uniformly cruel no matter which city he is in, Zhao Mai at least knows the general historical context of the development of Tire City, and he still has some foresight advantages. In other city-states, such as Nibenai City, which is closest to him, he knows nothing about the current situation of the city-states, the character of the Witch King, or what will happen in the future, so the risks will be even greater.

Zhao Mai made up his mind and started thinking of a way to escape. He temporarily frightened the group of sand thieves, but this is definitely not a long-term solution, and something will happen sooner or later. While sitting by the fire and warming his hands, Zhao Mai secretly made a plan. The first step is to make Butcher truly better, and his force is an essential part of any plan. He picked several poisonous berries from the cliff, drew the natural force from the earth, and used the magic berry spell to create magic berries that could restore physical strength and heal wounds. Coupled with enough water and other food, Butcher's condition slowly recovered.

Take us to find the business road, and these ten gold coins will be yours. Zhao Mai continued to increase the chips. Even if doing so in front of the robbers was drinking poison to quench his thirst, he could only do this. You don't have to worry about other things, because they have nothing to do with you.

You know, the Witch King's Templars won't talk to me like this. The grandfather rubbed the gold coins with his fingers. He still couldn't make up his mind, so he said, But they won't pay me either. Look. On the face of all this gold...

Humph, gold is just gold, there's no need to give them face. Zhao Mai leaned on the spear, flames dancing between his fingers. Aren't you curious about the patterns and patterns of the gold?

Of course I want to know, the uncle bit the gold coin with his teeth, and then smiled: It's really rare that it's in such good condition.

In the past, these were common goods. All you have to do is to go to the right place at the right time and use the right method to dig down. Zhao Mai smiled mysteriously and stopped talking in the middle of the sentence, leaving enough conjectures. . The grandpa scratched his head and wanted to know the rest of the story, but he did not dare to anger the mysterious man in front of him by pressing questions.

Zhao Mai took the time to adapt to the local natural force and strive to improve his skills as soon as possible. After leaving the Sand Sea, the mountainous area already has an ecology. Although it is fragile, it has been able to form a natural force environment. Zhao Mai put his hand on the floor of the cave and could feel its subtle veins through personal touch. Although the natural force here is thin, it is more tenacious and tenacious. It feels like touching a thorn. Every time it is used, it will make the body feel tingling, piercing the liver and penetrating into the bone marrow.

It is also difficult for a small flower to provide natural force. It can barely maintain its own growth needs, and there is no more power left. Xiaohua felt very sorry for this and once cried a lot. Zhao Mai patiently comforted it, saying that as long as everyone works together, everything will be safe and sound.

This group of white-robed men agreed to Zhao Mai's request and were willing to take them on the trade route, and were even willing to escort them to the Otaluk Pass. Zhao Mai was noncommittal about this. He was calm on the surface, but secretly he was more vigilant. The threat of life and death left him with few choices, even if he tried to extract and desecrate the power here.

If there were no such threats, he would of course be willing to gradually improve his strength while promoting the natural cycle. This was the right path for a Druid. But the right path is too slow and is a dead end at present. Zhao Mai held his breath, eliminated distracting thoughts, firmly grasped the thorns of the natural force, and began to pull with all his strength.

This undoubtedly brought about a natural counterattack and caused great pain to Zhao Mai. Xiaohua exclaimed and hurried to help. It uses its own power to help Zhao Mai remove the spikes in the Force and reduce his burden.

The rest of it was still painful. Zhao Mai needs to use his teeth to tear open the tough outer skin, chew the bitter and astringent part, and let the venomous core of natural force enter his body. Athas was ravaged by magic, and the will of nature was weakened and angered. This anger was directed at all spellcasters, including druids.

Only by tasting this angry toxin can one merge with the local natural force. Athas once had a very prosperous natural period, when all creation grew, including living weapons and armor, living tools, and even entire living cities. The natural force is extremely proud, and it is this pride that makes the force even more lost and full of hatred after its decline, and even has the dark idea of ​​​​reducing all living things to the primitive state. The force kept bringing this idea, muttering in Zhao Mai's mind: wipe out all intelligent races and let everything return to desolation, and only then can we truly be reborn from the ashes.

Zhao Mai must not only synchronize with the Force, but also avoid being affected by it. This is a game of falsehood and coercion, no different from his relationship with these sand bandits. They were all testing, wanting to see Zhao Mai's essence hidden under the skin so they could decide their next action. Zhao Mai gave them what they wanted to see and made them satisfied to buy time to get what they wanted.

The ecosystem here is simple and fragile. If one link is broken, the entire chain will collapse, so destructive absorption will become quite easy. Under the headscarf and inside the robe, Zhao Mai was sweating profusely, but there was nothing visible from the outside. Pain is only superficial punishment, and his mind is at great risk of being assimilated into nature's avenger. But since I have survived the initial danger and still maintain my original intention, I will continue to do my best. Zhao Mai persisted for more than half an hour. Apart from this group of sand thieves, there was nothing to suck around. The last clarity in his mind told him that he couldn't alert the enemy now, so he retracted his palm.

He gradually began to grasp the power of the new world, adapting, integrating, and utilizing it.