Sword and Magic and Taxi

Hey, Butcher, let's have a glass of sap. Ricas jumped in lightly from outside the fence, the mud cup in his hand was full, but not a bit spilled.

After thanking his friend for his kindness and drinking the slightly bitter and mellow drink in one gulp, Butcher turned his sights to the sky again. The afterglow of the setting sun casts on the skinned roof, and the characteristic red color of Atas spreads, like the color of blood. Butcher looked at himself and touched it gently with his hands to make sure it was just the sun's rays. He recalled the bloody breakout battle in Kelmanjia, and his body was the same red. That time it was not light, but blood, the temperature from warm to freezing, the smell of blood. But in Kelmangar, there was still the smell of iron and fire around, while in Tire's gladiator camp, there was only the smell of sand, wood, and drinks brewed from grass roots.

One side of my head started to have a slight headache again, the harm caused by psychic powers. If Mike were here, he should know how to deal with it, and he should be able to provide himself with treatment. Thinking of the Druid who brought him to this desert world, Butcher patted Likas on the shoulder: How are you doing? Have you heard any news?

Well, I'm already online. I got in touch with the cook at the temple tower construction site through a friend of a friend. He has an impression of Mike. Ricas took a sip of the sap and enjoyed the aroma flowing along it. The feeling of running down your throat. There is a collar around his neck that cannot be taken off. It is actually quite easy to recognize. I have already told my friend about our news. When he gets in touch, I estimate that he will receive a reply in three or four days.

This is the best news I've ever heard. Butcher looked at the empty cup in his hand, then took the cup from Ricas and drank it down again. The Muir curled his lips. He was used to this happening constantly and would no longer be annoyed by it. After all, there is happiness only when there is comparison: When Butcher takes away other people's things, he will use his fists first and then the soles of his feet.

I also heard good news. The two of us have become a regular partner and can directly participate in the elimination competition. We don't have to waste our energy in the melee. Likas pounded his chest with his fist, looking very excited.

Butcher remained calm and serious, snorting a sentence from his nose: What's so exciting about this?

A fixed partner means that the two of us will not belong to two teams, and we will not kill each other. Moreover, the risk of melee is very high. If the two of us are so conspicuous, we are likely to be besieged. In short, this news means that our Victory will be easier, freedom is not far ahead, my brother!

I am not your brother, Muir, but I am willing to give you a piece of advice like a brother. Butcher threw the cup in his hand and watched it disappear on the other side of the camp wall: There is no freedom without fighting against the enemy. You won't get it through fighting, no! Don't have any illusions, because no psychic power can give you freedom. Only through blood, through the torture of life and death, freedom will come.

Ricas's excitement subsided slightly, but he still shook his head, indicating that he did not believe it. Seriously, Butcher, where did you get all this knowledge? Aren't we fighting, aren't we fighting? Look at me, there is blood of the enemy between my fingernails!

Are your enemies these slaves who are locked in cages every day? What hatred do they have against you? Butcher knocked on Likas's chest with his fist and asked: Are they flowing with blood and blood in their bodies? Are you the same enslaved blood? Let me tell you, I once asked for freedom from the lord, I once prayed to the gods for freedom, but it was taken away again. Then I killed and stepped on the blood to find freedom, but even so , I still didn’t get what I wanted. How can you be sure that others will fulfill their promises?”

Looking at Butcher's serious expression, Ricas finally put away his last smile. What you said makes sense. There is nothing agreed upon in Atas. We really need to make all preparations for freedom? Butcher, if I meet you in battle, I will go all out.

I will let you win, because you are more pitiful than me. You have never tasted the taste of freedom, even if it is false and short-lived. Butcher watched the last ray of sunset disappear, the blood red faded from his body, and smacked He smacked his lips and said, Forget it, let's not talk about it. Where did you get that drink just now? Take me to drink some more.

Okay, I'll take you there! Ricas waved his hand, and within a few steps he met the trainer of the slave camp. Since being taught a lesson by Butcher, this dark-skinned strong man no longer dared to cause trouble for the two of them, let alone whip them, so the relationship between them was okay afterwards. The black man came in a hurry, and when he saw Ricas, he said, Hey, Ricas, Master Taisian is looking for you, please hurry over.

Do you know what you want to see me for? Ricas asked after telling Butcher the location of the sap drink.

I don't know, but it should be a good thing. The black trainer lowered his voice and said, I heard Dorovan say before that Master Taixi'an has prepared a lot of food for you, as well as beautiful women. You are in luck tonight. So. Meet the owner...

Obey, be obedient, be grateful! Ricas snorted: I understand, I understand.

Following the trainer, Ricas soon found Tessian. High-ranking Templars are always neatly dressed and have an expression of calm and self-respect. The only time the Muir saw him lose this attitude was when Mike hurt him. Dear Master, said Ricas very humbly, and for the sake of eternal freedom, he believed that he should behave like this now, this was the price. What is your order from me?

It's like this. I have a weapons dealer friend here. He saw your wonderful performance in the gladiatorial game and admired you very much.

Following the direction of Tessian's hand, Ricas saw a man with a bull's head. Very weird, but it doesn't have much to do with him. Ricas knew very well the preferences of the slave owner and high-ranking templar, so he quickly withdrew his gaze, knelt on the ground, and said in a more humble tone: Master, it is my greatest wish to make you happy by pleasing your guests. .”

Well, in order to reward you, this friend of mine is willing to give you a weapon. Metal weapons can help you perform better in the conference. Taisian said: What are you best at using?

I use a stick best, but a spear is also fine. Looking at Taisian's frowning brows, Likas felt like lightning. There is no metal on the stick, and the tip of the spear does not use much steel. It seems that this so-called friend has only an average relationship with its owner. I can also use a long sword or a machete. My master, everything is at your command.

Then use a long sword. I happen to have a good long sword. The tauren suddenly interjected.

Although Tessian didn't like anyone interrupting, the long sword was also his choice. He quickly put away his unhappy expression and asked Ricas to come closer: How is your grip strength? Is your wrist flexible?

Yes, in order to win glory for you, I keep training and never dare to relax.

Very good, keep it up in the future. Tai Xi'an raised his chin, stretched out his hand, and said, Here, let me see your arm.

He took Likas's arm and turned it over and over, seemingly admiring the strong muscular lines of the Muir. Afterwards, the high-ranking templar said to the tauren: What do you think? Is this a good candidate for victory?

Yes, this hand is very beautiful. It will be very suitable for the sword I give you. The tauren nodded.

Taisian grabbed Likas's right hand and suddenly said: You cannot bring your own weapons into the competition in the large arena, but prostheses are not restricted.

His other hand was raised high, the blade formed by psychic powers shining brightly. Amidst Ricas's screams, he raised the knife and dropped it.

The tauren looked at the hand that fell to the ground, with a sinister smile on his lips, and whispered in words that Taixi'an could not understand: The Age of Heroes? Now heroes no longer have the habit of throwing spears, and the power of fate will rise again. Waves.”