Sword and Magic and Taxi

Everyone cleared a space and prepared to watch a good show with smiles. Even Zhao Mai was ready to fight. Unexpectedly, Likas was still stubborn. He shook his head and said to Posey, No, I'm not going to play this meaningless game.

What did you say? The bald elf pointed at Likas's chest with a thick whip. You damn slave want to disobey my order?

You are just a slave, no different from the rest of us. Ricas swayed, but still stood there with his chest straightened. Everyone in this courtyard is the same slave. If you are not free for one day, this will not change. All I want now is to win the final championship of the Temple Tower Competition, and nothing else is important to me. You It’s not important, and neither is the female slave.”

So, we have a slave who wants to be free? the elf trainer laughed. But the people around them stopped smiling and no longer whispered to each other, but pricked up their ears to listen to their conversation.

My mother died when I was born, and my father is nowhere to be found. You all call me a mule, a half-breed bastard or, more simply, a brat. But in fact, I only have one name: slave. . But just because I was born a slave, I was born to pursue freedom. Maybe you, like me, have not realized this until now, or you have not thought about it at all, but one day all slaves will understand This. You want to establish your authority, that's okay, I can obey, but I only have one goal, and that is the Temple Tower Competition. I have lost one left hand for this. You know, I can only use the unfamiliar one now Use your hand to wipe your butt, and use the same hand to eat.”

Everyone laughed softly.

Ricas was still very serious: But if for the sake of victory and freedom, so what if I don't have the hands to wipe my butt? I would rather never be able to pick up bread again and have to drink soup all my life, but also want to taste the taste of freedom. Therefore, I will not waste my time on such meaningless things as being beaten by a fool! Also, you said you are in charge now, then release Butcher as soon as possible! I need him, he is my partner in pursuing freedom .”

He looked around at the other gladiators, his eyes swept across their slightly numb faces, and then said: I also need more partners, who of you wants to join?

Zhao Mai raised his hand high with a proud smile on his face. A few people were indeed tempted, but they did not dare to express their feelings in public. Since it was determined that there was nothing exciting to watch, and everyone did not want to see the ugly face of the bald elf that was about to explode, they decided to do it themselves.

Percy squeezed the whip tightly. He wanted to whip Ricas, but for what reason? After all, Ricas is Master Taisian's most important slave. Making sure that he wins the championship is closely related to his own life and cannot really hurt him. At this time, as long as you wave the whip, you will be at a disadvantage. It is better to be more unpredictable, which can also weaken some of the bad effects.

But some people didn't want him to achieve this goal. Zhao Mai jumped in front of the elf, stretched out his hand and said, It seems I won't win!

Victory without fighting. The elf corrected casually.

Yes! Zhao Mai's eyebrows were raised high, and his eyes burst out with a terrible light: I won, so I want to choose a slave.

Go away, you bastard, go back to your stable and sleep with those beasts who only know how to poop. Female slaves don't have your share.

No, you promised... Before Zhao Mai could finish his words, he heard the door in the corner of the training ground creak open. Then the housekeeper came in with more than 20 women of various shapes.

Everyone stand against the wall. From now on you will serve here, wash clothes, clean, and sleep, but you are not allowed to enter the kitchen. The butler's voice was sharp and harsh: How to distribute and what to do specifically, you listen to Percy That’s it. Women are disgusting.”

After finishing speaking, he glanced around the muscular bodies of the gladiators around him, and then left with a weird laugh.

When these people came in, Zhao Mai narrowed his eyes and almost broke his disguise. Among the female slaves, he actually saw Dogian, a former high-ranking templar. She wore the same clothes as other slaves, but they obviously didn't fit her taller figure, and she always felt a little unable to wrap herself up. In addition, the original cold expression has lost its warmth. Although it is still stiff, it is more due to stupidity. Duojian's eyes were dull and he would just stare blankly ahead, and would only blink after a long time. And her movements also seemed a little stiff, more like... more like a puppet.

The only one who can disparage the status of a high-level templar is the Witch King, so this must be the result of the Witch King's personal spell. If we can look at Dogian's current state, it may be helpful to speculate on the actions of Tire's top leaders, and hopefully understand the Witch King's abilities. Zhao Mai made a quick decision. When everyone's eyes were attracted to the slave girl, he put his hand on the elf's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally.

'You will find that fools have their uses. ’ Zhao Mai mixed an idea with the power of psychic powers and stuffed it into the elf’s mind. ‘You have already shown your majesty. If you can be a little friendly, it will help you establish your authority and everyone will be more willing to obey. A fool is a good start, and fulfilling his wish will be very beneficial to you. ’

Yes, it's very beneficial. The elf trainer smelled a refreshing fragrance of flowers. Although the elves of Atas have long since left the forest, and their elegance has disappeared from their personalities, the olfactory memory of flowers is still hidden deep in their blood, and that love will never be erased. Moreover, people who have not learned psychic powers have very poor resistance to the ability to influence emotions. At such a close distance and without defense, Zhao Mai could easily destroy his defenses.

When the butler was there, everyone's eyes were on the slave girl; when the butler left, the eyes would return to the trainer, so Zhao Mai stepped back three steps away from Percy in advance. Time is short, and there is no time to use more complex thoughts to construct control. A short hint message should be enough. Moreover, we already have a good start, and it will be much more convenient to carry out spiritual indoctrination later.

Everyone looked at the slave girl and then at the trainer. The bald elf licked his teeth and said: Hmm, you will all have a chance, but not today. These people need to be cleaned from the inside out. After all, I can't let you contract the disease and then start to rot from below. Lose.

He saw the greed and desire in everyone's eyes, and regarded it as flattery and obedience. Then he looked at Zhao Mai and said, But there is one person who is not afraid of this. They say that fools will not get sick, so they are allowed to tame them. Beast, are you right?

Hehe... Zhao Mai pretended to be stupid and laughed twice. He just wanted to strangle this annoying guy to death. Most of the implants of psychic powers are suggestions and are not as precisely controlled as magic, so you have to listen to this nonsense.

I'm in a good mood today, so you go pick one. Percy said in a daze, and he wouldn't feel anything wrong afterwards.

So, Zhao Mai pretended to make a selection under the envious eyes of everyone, then took Duojian's hand and walked towards the animal pen.

Haha, a fool deserves a fool. Percy laughed loudly: Would you like me to teach you some postures?

A sonorous sound drowned out his laughter. Ricas seemed to feel that his arm was almost ready, so he slashed at the dummy with his prosthetic sword. The sword blade reflected red light and turned into meteors in everyone's eyes. After a while, the dummy was cut into seven pieces and scattered on the floor. This was the sharpest weapon the slaves had ever seen, and they couldn't help but feel envious in their hearts.

Maybe in their hearts, they also think that they belong to the gentlemen. Trading a gentleman's property (hand) for a sword seems to be a very cost-effective deal, but this is the saddest thing. Likas didn't know his fate. He looked at the sword with joy, not knowing what he almost missed.

This was what Zhao Mai was thinking when he walked into the animal pen.