Sword and Magic and Taxi

The convoy was stopping and running, and it was obvious that it had encountered some troubles. Even Zhao Mai in the prison car noticed it. After leaving Otaruk Pass, the vast Great Impact Sand Wasteland lay in front of the team. Even with signposts to guide you, the journey is fraught with danger.

The wrappings on the wheel fell off and got stuck in the sand, and one slave died; he missed a road sign, and two slaves died; he ran away when attacked by sandworms, and in addition to the escapee, three slaves died. . Tessian didn't seem to care at all about how many slaves were executed, nor did he care about the repeated reduction in the size of the team. At first, some people would think, I'm still useful, they won't kill me, but in the end they lost their heads. But no matter how the number of people was reduced, the transportation progress of this team was not affected.

Everyone has whip marks on their body, some are light or heavy, some have healed or just bloomed, all in all kinds of strange things, it's like opening an exhibition hall about whipping. Only two slaves had the least amount of whips on them, and they were isolated from the other slaves for this reason. Butcher had a piece of dry black pancake, and in his other hand he held an earthenware bowl with a yellowish-brown suspicious broth. He dipped the pancake and chewed it hard.

As a slave who could become a gladiator, his treatment was much better than others. For example, others only have pancakes and soup, but there is no meat in it. Another perk is time to rest. Although the length is the same as that of other slaves, he can take a nap in the early afternoon and use the cloth shed to escape the scorching heat.

Ricas wanted to talk to the other slaves, but they all preferred to face him with their whip-scarred backs. The Moorish slave was not angry and came to Butcher with food. Hey, big guy, are you full?

Butcher glanced at him and chewed harder.

I asked, and the Templar allowed us two to participate in the gladiatorial meeting in the temple tower. This means that we will not become coolies, let alone be sent to work in the iron mines of Tire City. How about this news?

Your requirements are really low, slave. Butcher snorted, looking down upon this guy who was the first to surrender. You still want to win the championship and become a free man? You are a slave to your core!

My mother is a slave and my father is a dwarf slave. I have been a slave since I was born. I have no choice.

You're just afraid of death. Butcher said coldly: If you had to choose between freedom and survival, what would you choose?

Hey, your words are a bit hurtful! Likas was a little embarrassed and retorted: Didn't you surrender too? Didn't you choose survival?

No, I can take my life at any time, but I can't let others die for me. Butcher glanced at the prison car where Zhao Mai was being held, and nuzzled at Licas. How can I save him if I don't survive?

But this is too difficult. For some reason, Taisian attaches great importance to Mike and always arranges for someone to guard him. And even if he is rescued, where can he escape? This is all desert, and they have cavalry. If they want to pursue him, it will be too late. Cover up the traces. But what really worries the Muir people is another thing: Once Mike escapes, we must also run, otherwise we will definitely be implicated as an accomplice. Moreover, I will also participate in the temple tower competition, and I will always be there again. Met Tessian. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to compete and be free.”

Competition? Do you think if you meet an opponent like me in the arena, you still have a chance of victory?

The Mur slave is tempted to say that he will win, but he can deceive his enemy, but never himself. Butcher's strength and martial arts are very strong, and he seems to be proficient in the use of various weapons, which is very rare. In the arena, the situation is ever-changing, and no one knows what weapon they will hold in their hands at the next moment. Butcher is the kind of dangerous character who can kill everyone even with a pair of dentures. The Muir people only want to be his comrade, not their opponent.

You help me, and I will help you. Butcher endured the strange taste of the broth and drank it in big gulps. The master you need to serve is still in the car. Your so-called master has snatched you away from him. Since he can snatch you away, he can also snatch away your victory and freedom. Don't forget this. .”

Ricas pursed his lips and stared at the prison car for a long time, as if he could see through the wood. The half-giant sitting on the top of the log noticed this sight, his round eyes stared over, and his remaining arm was waving vigorously. It's not easy, Ricas said. I can't get Mike out of there.

Then what can you do? Just watch? Butcher stood up, not wanting to continue this conversation. If you don't save others, how can you save yourself? You have never tasted the taste of freedom. You don't know how good it is! But you keep saying that you want to be free, but what have you done? Likas, what if in this damn place If there's anyone who can really help you in the desert, he's right under that half-giant's ass, suffering.

He went straight to the other slaves who were eating. The slaves quickly stuffed the food into their mouths and ran away. Butcher suddenly accelerated, grabbing a person like a swooping eagle, plucking the cake from his mouth, stuffing it into his own mouth, and then moved on to the next one. Even a few half-giant slaves were attacked by him and lost the food in their hands. Several pancakes were thrown over by Butcher and fell into Likas's arms.

Likas looked at the food in his arms and hands, and suddenly felt uninteresting. Butcher had just passed by him without even looking at the full bowl of broth, and now he was offering him more food. He understood that no matter how much he talked, if he didn't take action, this would be the last time Butcher helped him. Wanting freedom but not wanting to take risks, is this still the champion in the arena? After meeting a stronger warrior, did he lose his enterprising spirit and only wanted to survive peacefully until the final victory? Nothing in the world is that cheap. If you don't show your value, you won't even have a chance to get around.

He made up his mind, biting the pancake hard, staring at the prison car and making plans in his mind.

Across the barrier of logs, Zhao Mai knew nothing about what was happening outside. He was meditating cross-legged, trying his best to improve his strength. The suppression collar around his neck was still working, but Zhao Mai found a way to restrain himself. He activated the Advanced Viper Belt and entangled it with the collar, completely isolating himself from the collar. Although this cannot completely block the power of the collar, Zhao Mai has been able to regain some control over his physical and mental strength.

The collar was already quite tight, and it became even tighter after wrapping an extra circle of activated snakes around it. There was a danger of Zhao Mai suffocating at any time. He must exert all his strength to maintain the need to breathe through the natural force, and the same is true for psychic powers. He regarded this as extreme weight-bearing training, except this time it was not a long journey or carrying the luggage of several people.

He gradually realized the situation mentioned in the halfling's book: the limit of the physical body is the starting point of the spiritual function. This filthy, suffocating environment filled with the stench of feces, and the huge threat of death at any time, prompted his psychic powers to continue to improve and had to be improved. On the other hand, Zhao Mai has made obvious progress in a short period of time by absorbing the surrounding natural force in a predatory manner and gradually going further and further down the path of the blasphemer.

The only solace for his soul was to store food. The puppy never left his side and kept him calm with its body temperature and soft fur. If it weren't for the food reserves, Zhao Mai would have long ago experienced deviations in his psychic powers due to loneliness, slowly turning into a madman, or being eroded by the force of nature and degenerating into a wild beast. Fortunately, Zhao Mai had food reserves to share the pressure and still remained true to himself, but his thoughts of revenge and overturning all of this were getting heavier and heavier.

Thinking deeply into his heart allowed him to pick up more and more memories. The characters I had read about in books gradually corresponded to the characters I had seen with my own eyes. As a slave, Ricas has always longed for freedom. After learning that the Witch King wanted to sacrifice everyone and that the so-called champion is freedom was actually a lie, he rose up to resist and stabbed the Witch King with a magical weapon called the Heartwood Spear. The heroic age of slave emancipation was unveiled. Taixi'an is a politician with a strong desire for power. He keeps climbing to a higher position of power, but the closer he gets to the core of the Witch King's rule, the more frightened he feels. The Witch King wanted to kill everyone, including himself. In order to retain his power, he chose Likas and became a way leader. After the victory of the revolution, Tessian transformed himself and relied on himself as the supreme leader of the Templars to force the Masked Alliance to compromise. He became the new king of Tire on the premise of agreeing to free the slaves.

Taixi'an is a thoughtful person and is good at using every opportunity to benefit himself. Those who think too much will worry too much, those who worry too much will be suspicious, and those who are suspicious will be cautious. Zhao Mai felt grateful at this time. If he hadn't met Tai Xi'an, a guy who was unique among the Templars, he would have been dead long ago.

Since he is still alive, it is Tai Xi'an who is unlucky. Zhao Mai uses meditation to accumulate strength and ideas.