Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zhao Mai's vision was hazy, as if the sky suddenly turned dark, and he could only roughly see the outline of the mantis man opposite. He wanted to aim with his musket, but his hands were weak, and the musket was snatched away by the enemy for some reason. I don’t know what kind of material this damn whip is made of. It’s obviously not knotted, but it’s just been wrapped around more than once, and it’s getting tighter and tighter. He struggled hard, hoping that at this time, like other protagonists, he would suddenly have an idea, generate a flow of heat in his body, and then break through on the battlefield, realize supreme martial arts, seize the enemy's flaws, and then kill them all until the super god is wiped out.

But in fact, only the reserve grain rushed up and bit the Mantis man's lower body from behind.

This is your last chance! Zhao Mai didn't have any extra strength, so he could only slam his whole body into it. As for the enemy still holding a sharp weapon in his hand, he had no time to care about it now. When it comes to desperate times, who can care about that?

It became a naked battle of who could be more vicious. The dagger stabbed his thigh, it didn't matter, Zhao Mai took advantage of this moment to touch the mantis man's head. If you want to turn your head and bite with your teeth, this is impossible! Zhao Mai pinched the mantis man's protruding compound eye with his fingers, and then squeezed it hard.

Pain, bleeding, all feelings turned into the most primitive ferocity. No animal will resist in the face of death. The dying struggle is the craziest behavior, but it is also the calmest and most straightforward truth in nature. The entire planet is struggling under the blasphemy of magic. This will lurks in Zhao Mai's body with the force of nature. Although it has been transformed and filtered, it will not really disappear. Instead, it will be integrated into Zhao Mai's will. .

He only had one thought, to let his hands go deeper and crush the other person's head, as if he would not survive otherwise. The mantis was transformed from an insect and lacks an endoskeleton. Once it is broken or finds a weak spot in its body, its internal organs lack protection. Zhao Mai was like a wild beast, his whole body covered in blood but unaware of it. His two palms closed together inside the mantis man's head.

It was only then that he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. The mantis man's arm holding the dagger was bitten by the food reserve, otherwise Zhao Mai would have been poked into a sieve. Only three of the white-robed sand bandits were left, and they charged at the halflings. Butcher, who had killed the manticore, strode over and stretched out his hand towards Zhao Mai.

Then he punched Zhao Mai on the head.

After losing their leader, the sand pirates launched a final charge against the halflings. All the mantis men were dead, and the manticores were also separated. As long as they killed the halflings, at least they still had some friendship with the strong men, which would ensure their survival. In their opinion, the halfling was a wild child. He didn't even move during the battle and was completely frightened. Even if he has psychic powers, so what?

Yes, so what? Psychic powers are the limit of physical senses and the starting point of mental and soul power. In the view of psychics, the energy and vitality of the body no longer exist without the spirit. The body is just a vehicle, the spirit gives it meaning, and the soul sublimates everything.

An untrained and untrained spirit is even less of a threat to a halfling than a dull knife. Sand pirates with simple minds and well-developed limbs seem to have been domesticated animals for a long time. All they have to do now is to pick up the ownerless reins. The halfling's eyes shimmered, gently piercing the minds of the three thieves, immediately making them confused.

I am your new leader, the halfling Tanno, the beast tamer of the desert. His voice was majestic and persuasive at the same time, echoing in the minds of the three sand bandits and Butcher. You must serve me, and then you can enjoy spiritual happiness, otherwise I will make you a slave, and you will suffer physical and mental pain forever.

The three sand bandits put away their weapons and lowered their heads: Yes, leader Tan Nuo, we are at your service.

Butcher picked his ears, bit his lip, and nodded. When the halfling used his psychic powers to influence him, he was indeed in a daze. Then he knocked down Zhao Mai with one punch and kicked the food reserve into unconsciousness. However, he had no idea what the halfling was talking about, and the language barrier became a protection. How could he not understand what happened when he saw the three sand bandits changing their banners instantly? Although Butcher himself does not know any magic, he knows the truth that the more magical the power, the less frequently it can be used. Before you understand what's going on, it's best to behave like everyone else, pretending to be stupid, and then wait for an opportunity to fight back.

He stood obediently next to the three sand thieves, picking his nostrils and picking at the gaps between his teeth, looking like a fool. Butcher has no acting talent, but he has a natural ability to pretend to be a fool. With more than ten years of experience, outsiders can't see the flaws at all. The halfling looked at him with a smile, showing an expression of realization. No wonder this big guy has amazing fighting power, but he has no psychic protection at all. It turns out that it is because of his incomplete intelligence. Any psychic ability must be based on self-control in order to endure pain and transcend the limitations of the body. Idiots are the simplest and innocent creatures in the world. They will not force themselves to do anything, let alone masochistic psychic training.

Okay, let's clean up the battlefield and gather the supplies together. The halfling waved his hand, and the three sand bandits began to work. Although Butcher was half a beat slow, he still started to move. He walked to Zhao Mai, picked up the Megalodon, and then walked towards the halfling holding it in both hands.

Very good, exactly what I want. The halfling said with a smile. He was very interested in all-metal things and had long wanted to get his hands on them. Butcher walked up to him, squatted down, and suddenly gently threw the Megalodon.

Although the distance was only less than half a meter, and the throw was not hostile and more like a small game, it was not easy for the halfling's body. He frowned, his psychic powers surged out, and he immediately froze the metal spear in front of him.

Then he saw a big fist flying toward his eyebrows, but he was too late and had no energy left to resist.

He's still useful, you can't kill him. The consciousness lurking in Butcher's mind was still working, charming him and making him think that the halfling was his friend. But knocking out his friend didn't put any psychological pressure on Butcher, so the fist accurately hit the halfling's head. If a small body less than one meter tall is hit by a punch from a strong man two meters tall, there will only be one result. Even though Butcher showed mercy, Tanno still flew straight out and fell straight down.

Three sand pirates rushed up and tried to fight Butcher. The Butcher of Kelmanga smiled slightly, picked up the Megalodon that was still floating in the air, and killed the three unarmed men one after another with the blade of his gun. Then, he lifted the halfling and placed him next to Zhao Mai, lining up side by side.

Oh, you two are both good friends. Let's see who of you wakes up first. He knew something was wrong with his situation, but just like a patient with a fever trying to solve advanced math problems, he was unable to clarify his thoughts. At this time, action is reckless and waiting is wise.

Who says he is a fool?