Sword and Magic and Taxi

Uricas is naturally the best at throwing spears. Naturally, Zhao Mai would not relax at all on issues related to major historical events, and would instill this idea into Satiri and Cotand every chance he got.

You are really confident in your friends. It seems that you have a good relationship. I believe they will be very happy if they know that you escaped from the construction site camp in the temple tower. Satiri said with a sweet look on her face. With a sweet smile, he said: I have been in contact with both of them. Ricas is a very unique person, and so is Butcher. They never bully me, and they are completely different from other slaves who always want to take advantage of me.

Are they in good condition? Zhao Mai asked.

They are under the supervision of that treacherous old ghost in Taixi'an. Even if they are good, they can't get anywhere. Of course, they are much better than other slaves. At least they can eat well and sleep undisturbed. After all, they are what Taixi'an values ​​most. Two slaves, the old ghost wants them to win the championship for him. By the way, twice the old ghost even arranged female slave services for them, and once he almost got me - but I can always escape.

Then your skills are really good. Zhao Mai complimented, but he was not as optimistic as Satiri. As a slave, everything that seems to be good is just a false bubble that will burst as soon as you poke it. He was especially worried about Butcher. That guy had a tough temper and had never been a slave before. He might not be able to adapt to the change in his role. Even if you tolerate it for a while, it will explode one day. He does possess extraordinary combat ability, but the enemy he faces is a guard group led by a high-ranking templar.

Atas is not a world of singing and dancing. Terrifying monsters are often encountered here, so the guard group has accumulated rich combat experience. One or two people may be able to deal with Butcher easily, but the guard group has always had only one tactic: group fighting.

Precisely because the Templars have such an armed force, the final result of the Tyrian Revolution can only be compromise. Zhao Mai remembers very clearly that Likas and his friends worked together to kill the Witch King Karak, and then the opportunist Tessian became the new king of Tire. The Templars still exist, the Guards still exist, and the Masked Alliance is just there. Occupying some seats in the parliament, Ricas and others only have popularity among the people. Power is still tied to the military.

However, as long as Likas kills Karak, there will be no slavery in Tire, and he can go out into the sun openly. If we can stand in a better position in this revolution and go with the trend, we can use the benefits gained to organize manpower and dig out cars in the desert again.

I have activated my psychic powers, and the harvest has been very rich. If you learn more, this barren world will basically help you in a short period of time. Of course, if you dig deeper, the biological abilities of halflings in ancient times are also quite interesting. After all, mantis, half-giant and other races, and even humans in this world, were all created by halflings. Their power to create life is very attractive to anyone, let alone druids who always deal with living creatures.

There is a saying that the dragon-transformation technique mastered by the Witch-Kings is actually excavated from the power of halflings. It is a part of biotechnology and was only developed after being continuously improved by the Witch-Kings. Now, Zhao Mai's bloodline power is quite unstable. Wadsworth said that only elemental transformation that is completely separated from the biological body can cure him, but there may be other solutions in the halfling's technology.

However, despite all kinds of thoughts in his mind, Zhao Mai kept reminding himself not to be too greedy and to focus on the task at hand first. He followed Satiri's master and apprentice through the underground ruins, circling left and right as if walking in a maze, and finally reached the secret stronghold of the Masked Alliance. This is an old temple that has survived the wind and sand without collapse. The holy symbol is still there, but no one knows what it represents. From the outside, this place is just another ruin, silent and lifeless, but when you open the heavy rock door, there is a cave inside. The old statues and sacrificial altars of the past have long been cleared away, and the dust and debris formed from the murals and ornaments are nowhere to be seen. Now, the empty interior room is filled with new tables and chairs, a corner bar, a wine cabinet, a pantry, and a warm brick stove with an orange-red glow. A thick tapestry hangs from the wall, and the corners are decorated with luminous fungi. A red-scaled bird (a riding animal) with no fighting ability looks at Zhao Mai and others with stupid eyes.

The room smells like incense, which is very relaxing. It's probably also good for meditation. Zhao Mai thought it tasted good, but the food reserve showed his teeth and kept growling, obviously sensing danger.

Relax, dog, this is the base camp, a safe place. Satiri smiled and said to the food reserve: Are you nervous because you feel strange?

No, it only gets nervous when it feels danger. Zhao Mai believed in his dog brother unconditionally, so he became more vigilant. Although the environment here always made him feel relaxed and comfortable, he just didn't dare to let go of this string in his heart.

Several idlers from the masked alliance were each busy with their own affairs, either drinking, playing cards, or falling asleep with a book covering their faces. If this was a casual tavern, Zhao Mai would have no problem with it. But this is the stronghold of the Masked Alliance, where the resistance gathers strength. After he came in, except for the food reserves, no one showed enough vigilance, which was a bit unusual.

Too lazy, these people are a complete waste of precious time. Zhao Mai had this preconceived feeling, and then looked at the two people around him. Satiri is obviously happy to be back home, which is probably how she behaves. However, the previously stern mage Cotande also relaxed his white eyebrows and his eyes softened. This transformation was a bit strange. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would relax! Is there something wrong with this location?

At this moment, Zhao Mai heard the door of the pantry slamming shut, and then a halfling wrapped in a large cloak shouted, Sister Satiri, you are back! Hug! She ran wildly in small steps, With a strong figure, he suddenly jumped into Satiri's arms, and then rubbed his face hard against her chest.

Xiaowei, why haven't you grown taller yet? Satiri lifted the halfling's hood and touched her hair. Only then did Zhao Mai discover that she had a pair of raccoon-like round ears on the top of her head, just popping out from between her fluffy hair. There were also faint stripes on both sides of her cheeks, which looked like light, soft hair. There are mantis people in Athas, compound-eyed Geth people, and bird people with wings, but are there raccoon people like this?

My intelligence is so high, so my height can't help me! Xiaowei, who looked like a raccoon, flashed his big eyes and said in a sweet voice: When you come back this time, can you sleep with me for a few more nights?

Just wait until sister finishes what she is doing. Satiri patted Xiao Wei's head lovingly, pulled her off her chest and placed her on the ground: Come meet our new friend: from the temple tower Mike on the construction site.”

Not handsome. Xiao Wei's eyes flashed, he glanced at Zhao Mai and then moved away. She shook Satiri's hand and said: Sister, do you think how I decorated this place? Did you notice the new decorations I found? Also, I secretly found a lot of food and food from the ground. Drink, everyone no longer has to worry about supplies!”

I knew Xiaowei was the best. Satiri touched her face encouragingly, Go and play, I have something else to do here.

Then don't forget to sleep with me later! Xiaowei jumped up and down, humming a song and ran away.

Zhao Mai looked at all this with soft eyes. When Xiao Wei turned around, his brows furrowed tightly. Who is this? Is it Satiri's friend? Why do I have no memory of it? And her painting style is completely different from this desert world. Where did she come from, and why did she turn the stronghold into this?

The Masked Alliance has been resisting the Witch King Karak. Although most of the time, apart from having the blood of constant struggle and the dream of defeating Karak in their hearts, there is no other preparation, but there is one thing that is very important. Importantly, they never fell into enjoyment and never relaxed their vigilance for a moment.

Suffering and vigilance allowed the Masked Alliance to survive, but obviously this was not what Zhao Mai saw in this stronghold.

What race is this cute little guy? I've never seen him before.

Oh, that was a mixed-race person I picked up on the road half a year ago. She was very pitiful and had some brain problems. She always trusted others easily, so she was miserably deceived. Satiri shrugged: I took her Save her and do some menial work here, at least we won't bully her or treat her as a slave.

Half a year? This time was quite close to the time he landed in the desert, which aroused his suspicion. Satiri and Ricas, these names represent important historical events in Atas, and everyone around them should arouse Zhao Mai's vigilance. After all, through the consciousness of Atas planet, Zhao Mai knew that there were other time travelers in this world, and they were also trying to intervene in the major event of assassinating the Witch King. Zhao Mai had been observing the temple tower for a long time, but could not find any clues, so the other time travelers were probably among the masked alliance.

And the halflings of Athas did create a variety of creatures, all of which were tall, strong, and more evolved versions of the halflings. None of them seemed to be close to the halflings in size. Raccoon man? It doesn't seem to have any merit. How did it survive the massacres during the period of the Prime Warlock Rajat and the Witch King and still retain its bloodline, and still remain innocent and cute?

Zhao Maicai didn't believe that these were just some kind of coincidence.