Sword and Magic and Taxi

When the sandstorm finally ended, Zhao Mai was fortunate not to be buried alive. The sand almost filled the prison van, and even if it was cleared, he would lose the right to continue riding in the van. So Zhao Mai and other slaves walked the last step step by step with leather straps tied around their necks and shackles on their feet.

After losing part of the goods and part of the manpower, Taixi'an finally tasted the trouble caused by killing too many people. In order to meet the return date, not only the guards and officials, but sometimes even the Templar himself had to push the cart. Naturally, he didn't have much energy to take care of Zhao Mai's affairs.

Soon after, the city of Tire finally appeared in their sights. This most spectacular city in the desert has a history of tens of thousands of years and has stood on this land since the rule of the halflings. Only at that time, it was surrounded by green and blue. Green is the lush forest, and blue is the endless ocean. Zhao Mai is now walking on the ocean of the past. It is still the ocean now, just a sea of ​​yellow sand.

The living constructions of halflings have become a distant history, and anything you want to build now can only be built with sand, stone and earth. By mixing various types of chitin, bone meal and straw, the people here used a cement-like thing to build a complex layered city. If you want to enter the city, you first have to climb the steep slope road.

Fortunately, a sandstorm had just ended and the ground was temporarily raised, which saved Taixi'an's truck fleet a lot of fatigue from climbing. Zhao Mai raised his head and looked up at the pyramid at the highest point of the city. That huge building, which was three hundred meters high, oppressed the entire city and was the residence of the Witch King Karak. He could feel the power of magic radiating from the pyramid and covering the entire city. Within it, the difficulty of casting spells was greatly reduced, even lower than the difficulty level of Golarion. The Witch-King bestows the power of magic on those Templars who serve him faithfully, who serve the King as officials and priests. They perform all city tasks in Tyr, such as collecting taxes, managing the streets, overseeing municipal projects, and commanding the city guard.

Huge cities also require people of various identities to work together to maintain them. Along the way, Zhao Mai also saw many spellcasters using spells to take care of the farmland, while hundreds of slaves wearing only loincloths were busy in the farmland day and night.

The Witch King's ability can control the wind and rain. When he is in a happy mood - for example, his magic has improved again, or a certain preference has been satisfied - he will pay attention to the livelihood issues of the residents in the city. Good weather means good harvest, so the food production here depends entirely on how well everyone serves the Witch King. However, no matter how good the harvest is, it is only related to the top people. In the end, it will always be the slaves at the bottom who are hungry.

The Witch King uses magic just like everyone else, draining the life force of Atas planet. The Great Impact Sand Wasteland that Zhao Mai and his party passed through before is the embodiment of this disastrous consequence. In this regard, Zhao Mai could only sigh and temporarily withdrew his sympathy. His current enemy is not the dying natural environment here, but the high-ranking templar wearing a purple robe - Tai Xi'an. We have entered the city of Tire. If we cannot get out of trouble here, it will become increasingly difficult in the future. Zhao Mai did not dare to place all his hopes on the will of the planet. He kept looking at the surrounding environment, looking for places where he could escape and hide. If the opportunity arises, he will seize it without hesitation.

The city was full of informants, and the slaves pushed the cart with all their strength, and Zhao Mai couldn't get rid of it at all. He's looking for places with more people and chaos, like the front.

Next to the Colosseum is the construction site of the Temple Tower, which is the destination of the convoy. In the near future, a huge temple tower praising the power of the Witch King will rise from here, and the gladiatorial match that haunts Likas is held just for it. Now only the lowest part can be seen on the construction site, and the deep foundation is embedded like a wedge into the body of the city. Thousands of slaves were hoarded on this construction site. Their upper bodies were naked and full of whip marks. Under the scolding of the supervisor, they used rope nets and groups of pulleys to hoist down the cargo boxes full of baked bricks, carefully installed.

This is the great temple tower! Tessian opened his arms and shouted loudly. His eyes were full of fanaticism, not because of the Witch King's power, but because of power. He now wears two hats, as a templar who manages the gladiatorial tournament and as a templar on construction projects. Although he has immediate superiors for these two functions, the two positions mean a lot of opportunities. As long as he makes contributions, he will be promoted twice as fast.

He fought for it by traveling to the city of Gorg to purchase building materials. The process of getting merchants and slave owners in the city to contribute money and efforts can fully demonstrate his influence among these people. Being able to complete the work ahead of time and beyond the limit shows his extraordinary ability. All of this, all of it built up on the bones along the way, will become the capital for his advancement.

His palms opened and closed, as if he had grasped something in his palms. At this moment, he saw a slender female templar coming from the high slope in the north. She was a beautiful woman, even Tai Xi'an, who had always had a quarrel with her, thought so. Ivory skin is quite rare in this desert world, and she is never afraid to expose it to the sun. Her long black hair was like a black ribbon, swaying from side to side as she walked. At the same time, there are also those unique beauty of women swaying. Coupled with the close-fitting Templar uniform, she is a beauty that people want to conquer.

The only flaw was her cold expression. With a strong nose bridge and high cheekbones, he has a fierce aura that is incomprehensible to strangers. From her plump and sexy red lips, there are always only cruel and harsh orders, just as she said to Taisian: Bring all the slaves to the construction site, King Karak's latest order.

All? Duojian, you have to know that many of the slaves here are not mine.

Everything is no longer yours. Duojian's expression did not change at all, like a stone wall with a notice: Your next task is to find more slaves, to be precise, all slaves .King Karak is not satisfied with the current progress of the project and requires it to be accelerated. Otherwise, you know what will happen.

It was like a noose had been wrapped around his neck, and Tai Xi'an felt chills running through his body. He had only seen the Witch King angry once. A certain council official failed to fulfill his promise to collect taxes, and was slowly burned into a skeleton by the fire of psychic powers in the hall. The official was still alive until the skeleton melted into mud, and his screams never stopped, and they still linger in Tessian's ears.

I...I will naturally carry out the orders of Lord Witch King with all my strength, but... He could not give up his original plan, so he said: But organizing a gladiatorial competition is an order as important as building a temple tower. Without gladiator slaves, There will be no competitive games. So, I have to keep the gladiator slaves.

Of course. Duojian nodded slightly, his eyes as calm as water, like a mirror, which can only reflect other people's emotions and never reveal itself. You call out all the gladiators right now, and I'll take the rest with you in your truck.

It turns out that you still want to take the credit for my transportation of goods! Tai Xi'an roared in his heart, wanting to step forward and cut off the woman's white and slender neck, and then hand her body over to the half-giant to enjoy while it was still hot. But Dojian's ability far exceeds her own, and she is not the kind of person who failed to graduate from the Psychic Academy. In addition, Dogian has received very strict martial arts training, and is ranked among the top even among the Templars. Not to mention Taixi'an, even a few half-giant guards were no match for her. Tai Xi'an knew in her heart that at most she would call her an old maid in her heart, but if she did it rashly, there would never be any good results. Moreover, he had just returned to the city, but Duojian had been waiting here for a long time. No one knew whether there was an ambush set by her in the building next to the road.

After taking a few deep breaths, Taisian, who was always cautious and self-controlled, called out his guards and subordinates, and then pulled out a few strong slaves. Zhao Mai is related to the mysterious weapon and the masked alliance, so he is also included in this list. Duojian looked over one by one, and suddenly his heart moved. He stretched out his hand, pointed at Zhao Mai and said, Is this your gladiator slave too?

After staying in his own cesspit for two weeks, being buried in sand, and then experiencing the beating and exposure to the sand, Zhao Mai's appearance was really bad. The muscles he had developed were consumed a lot because they were converted into natural force for healing, so he looked powerless. Throw him into the construction team and work a lot. He can't be a gladiator.

But, his fighting ability is very strong. Tai Xi'an was still thinking about the secret of that strange weapon.

Strong? Duojian came over and whipped Zhao Mai hard with a whip: You are so thin, how can you be strong? Stretch out your palms and let me see!

It turns out this is the opportunity. Zhao Mai thought of what the Will of the Planet had promised him: to leave Taixi'an's surveillance. The benefits of going to the temple tower construction site are self-evident. The core secret of the Witch King is in the temple tower. If you don’t take a look, wouldn’t it be a waste of time? Moreover, there are many and mixed people there, which is conducive to carrying out the next actions.

Therefore, this opportunity cannot be missed and must be seized!

Because he had secretly healed his arms with the power of nature before, and because he had only worked and not exercised recently, Zhao Mai's palms did not have the calluses unique to warriors using weapons. Tessian, are you kidding me? Take him to the construction team! Also, your duties as a Templar in the construction project will be canceled immediately. You can go and concentrate on your gladiatorial competition. You have nothing to do here. ”

Tessian's hand went to the weapon, but quickly let it go. The last thing he can tolerate is a reduction in power, but he will not be so impulsive as to fall out on the spot. Although he failed to graduate from the psychic school, Tai Xi'an learned one thing, that is, it is very important to be patient and proactive. The best laugh is the last laugh.

He masterfully controlled his expression, showing just the right amount of surprise and anger, but then immediately turning to sadness. I obey orders, Tessian said, but I will complain and get my position back.

Duojian didn't even hum, just looked at him coldly.

Zhao Mai moved two steps sideways and stood in the queue of slaves at the construction site. Taixi'an glanced over and was about to say that Zhao Mai was a prisoner of the Masked Alliance, but an idea suddenly came to his mind. That mysterious boy is a member of the Masked Alliance. Why did Duojian choose him instead of others? What is hidden in this? Could it be that...Dogian, as a Templar, is actually a member of the Masked Alliance, or at least a supporter?

wrong! Taixi'an became very determined: Dogian is a member of the Masked Alliance, she must be, and she must be not! This is a very good idea, why haven’t I thought of it before? Tai Xi'an thanked Zhao Mai in his heart for helping him discover such a secret and come up with such an idea. By overthrowing Duojian, the path to power can be opened!

What should be done needs to be carefully planned. Tai Xi'an stepped aside, his eyes flickering.