Sword and Magic and Taxi

Things started to look bad. Tai Xi'an sat in the courtyard, letting the wind and sand blow on his face and the setting sun shining slantingly. His thoughts still lingered on his audience with the Witch King in the afternoon.

When the competitive match begins, you and your templars must close all entrances and exits and prevent anyone from leaving. The Witch King put his hand on his shoulder. It was shriveled and long, more like an animal's claws than a human limb. With the help of the power of magic, the Witch King should have remained young forever, but why did he look like he was dying? Is there actually power in this world that can hurt the Witch King? Aren’t they living gods, aren’t they invincible?

Taixi'an suppressed his doubts and lowered his head hard.

Do you think the entire project can be completed within three weeks? The Witch King's voice floated into his ears and into his heart at the same time. I think the big competition should start within two months. What do you think, Taisian?

Sweat dripping down his face, Taixi'an mentally considered the king's intentions. The construction deadline has been advanced repeatedly, and it is now more than three months ahead of schedule. Is it going to continue to be advanced now? Why is the king so anxious? Can his intentions be realized on the construction site?

Despite all misgivings, keeping the king waiting meant punishment, either flogging or execution, or a combination called flogging to death. Taixian chose his words carefully and replied: My great King, it is difficult to complete the entire project in three weeks, but I will redouble my efforts, and I will definitely start the grand competition within two months.

Look at me. The Witch King said suddenly. Tai Xi'an's heart was in his throat and he quickly raised his head. The Witch King's eyes turned into vertical pupils, like poisonous snakes. This was another strange change. There was a hissing sound when he spoke, and that weird sound always lingered in Tessian's ears. I want to believe you, High Templar. By the way, you are now the Chief Templar in charge of construction projects, and you are still the Chief Templar of the Grand Tournament. The responsibility is very heavy. Don't let me down, you know ?

Dogian disappoints me. She didn't find out in advance what the masked alliance did in my temple tower. The Witch King's tone was calm and cold, and his eyes revealed the same meaning. But she has tried her best to make up for it, so she still has a small life. She is no longer a templar, and her family property has been confiscated. But as a reward for your loyalty, all the slaves are yours. I know you If you can do it well, it will be better than Duojian, right?

Yes, great master, I will do better.

Well, I believe that with you here, the Masked Alliance group will not cause trouble again. The Witch King waved his hand and asked Tai Xi'an to leave his sight.

To this day, Tessian still doesn't know how he left the Great Pyramid. Does the Witch King know about using the things of the Masked Alliance to frame Duojian? He didn't dare to think about the details, fearing that his thoughts would be known by the Witch King. But he couldn't stop thinking about the Witch King's order to close and seal the arena gates.

He had done ordinary door locking many times, but this time he felt deeply uneasy. By then, he himself would be inside the door, together with the Templars under his command, the MPs and big merchants of Tire, and thousands of slaves. The Witch King will not issue meaningless orders, so what is he going to do this time? If something bad happens, it means that he is included in it and may not be able to escape.

Combined with the recent changes in the Witch King's appearance and his increasingly anxious mood, Taixi'an had to think about it in many aspects.

The trainer on the manor opened the clanking bone curtain and walked in. He said to him in a humble tone: Master Taisian, the round beetle in the animal pen went crazy again and bit the trainer to death. This This is the third animal trainer to die in two months.

Recruit another one, you useless guy. Don't bother me with such trivial matters. Tai Xi'an was upset. Because of the matter of sealing the door, two words kept clanging in his mind. Then They are closure and death. He couldn't be distracted by other things until he figured out the secret. Taisian said to the trainer: From today on, don't report on the gladiator training. You can take care of it yourself. You only need to remember one thing: my gladiator wants to become the champion, and the other rankings mean yours. It’s time to die.”

The trainer was ecstatic, but still had a humble expression on his face: Yes, master, I will do as you ask.

The round beetle that suddenly went crazy in the slave camp killed three animal trainers. Each of them had tried to bully the weak slaves, and each of them had been rude to Ricas. Their deaths did not look like a coincidence. . The trainer has never been able to find any connection, and since the trainer is dead, everything is impossible to find out. Therefore, Butcher can safely sit in the underground prison and continue his behind-the-scenes command. Although there was only a small window with cement strips on the door to communicate with the outside, it was enough for him to establish a spiritual dialogue with the round beetle.

Since learning psychic powers, a new world has opened up in Butcher's mind. In this world, even honey-producing insects that only know how to eat and sleep can talk to him. He once thought it was his fantasy, just like his wife's voice that kept appearing in his sleep, saying things his wife would never say. Since this was a fantasy, he kept talking and said it without any scruples. But later, when the round-shelled beetle, under his command, dragged the trainer who sprinkled sand into the food into a cage and ate it, he realized something was wrong.

That was the first one, and then another trainer who raped the female slave disappeared into the mouth of another round beetle. Only then did he really confirm his new ability and was still complacent. As everyone knows, when he affects the insect, the round beetle's thinking will slowly affect him, and more violent and primitive emotions will brew. Fortunately, after a crazy process, these emotions were released and he was able to calm down for a while. And after this incident, his ability to connect mentally with the round beetle seemed to have become stronger. Even though they were separated by a thick layer of soil, they could still have a conversation in their minds.

‘The Tamer tastes really good. ’ The Round Beetle’s thoughts were filled with joyful emotions. 'I wonder how slaves taste? ’

‘Slaves are not allowed to eat, they don’t have enough to eat and it doesn’t taste good. ’ Butcher said to the beetle, ‘It’s good for a fat slave owner to eat. ’

Someone is looking for you, the beetle shook its tentacles. Butcher could even sense this movement through the fourth dimension. Maybe soon he would have enough strength and skills to open up the sharing of vision and hearing. ‘It’s the cripple whose arm turned into a sword. ’ said the round-shelled beetle.

‘That’s Ricas, you must not eat him, you understand? ’ Butcher explained again and again.

Sure enough, after a while, the sound of Ricas' footsteps came from the darkness. What's the matter, Ricas? How's your arm?

Fortunately, after using the ointment, I have almost recovered. The only thing left is to adapt. There is still time, and I will still be the strongest in the arena. Ricas's expression was full of sadness, I came here because I have I’ll tell you the rest.”

What's the matter? Am I going to be locked up here until the end of time?

Mike is dead. Ricas's head was pressed against the cell door, his voice choked with sobs. He was burned to death, just a few nights ago. They found his collar. Sorry to give you the bad news.

Silence spread on both sides of the cell door, then was suddenly broken up by a burst of loud laughter. Ricas, what kind of bad news is this! This is good news, great news. Butcher's big eyes shined in the crack of the door. A burned body, this can only mean that Mike escaped from there! He will come to us soon!