Sword and Magic and Taxi

What do you mean, you mean the Witch King will break his promise and not give the champion the reward of freedom? Why? Thinking of this question, Likas stood up, sat down, stood up again, and paced back and forth in the room. He seemed restless and didn't know what he should ask, or he didn't want to be persuaded by Zhao Mai and lose hope of getting free.

In the dark cell, the sound of pop was still echoing. There were whistles and cheers from the corridor outside, and some nasty jokes floated over. But none of this could enter Ricas's ears. There was only one voice in his mind: There is no freedom.

You are a member of the Masked Alliance. You are not a slave owner at all, right?

When I met you, I was not a member of the Masked Alliance. But I have never been a slave owner. You are right about that. I come from other places, a world without slavery, a place of freedom. Zhao Mai said: It is not the victory of a gladiatorial battle that determines whether you are a slave or free. Things are never that simple. There is the same obstacle between you and freedom, everyone and freedom, and that obstacle is called the Witch King.

The Witch King is invincible! Likas almost shouted. Do you want me to die?

Yes, it means that. Zhao Mai said bluntly. After I was captured as a slave, I was sent to the construction site of the temple tower. I saw exactly what the Witch King did in the temple tower.

Zhao Mai told Ricas about the role of the temple tower and about the Witch King's plan to absorb the power of all life in the entire arena to strengthen himself. The so-called competition will not go to the end at all, and there will be no champions and rewards at all. , there will only be dead bodies all over the ground.

Why don't you destroy the temple tower? You have a lot of opportunities, don't you? Likas asked.

When someone cuts you with a sword, do you kill that person or cut off the sword? Zhao Mai curled his lips and said: Not to mention whether I have that ability, even if I do that, the Witch King can still fix it. Temple Tower, continue to implement his plan, only delaying it for a day or two. Only by completely cutting off his thoughts and making it impossible for him to implement the plan can this problem be truly solved.

Why me? I don't have this ability. Likas looked at Zhao Mai with bright eyes.

It's not you, it's us. Zhao Mai pointed to his chest. You don't think I'll let you complete this almost impossible task alone, do you?

I don't understand.

I didn't understand it before. Zhao Mai thought of the time when he was locked in a prison car and lived with corpses every day. Tessian's torture and torture, humiliation and injury. I came to the desert entirely because of someone else, an attack. At that time, I thought it was nothing more than a new adventure, and I still had a feeling of expectation and excitement in my heart. Later I figured it out, why? I did I like taking risks and solving all kinds of problems, but why is it imposed on me by others? That bastard Tai Xi'an hurt and robbed me wantonly, which made me feel like I had lost my freedom for the first time, so I became serious. It’s the first time in my life.”

Zhao Mai sat on the ground, leaning his back against the smooth stone wall, looking up at the heavy roof, as if he could see the starry night sky through the layers of stones and cement. I want to act according to my own will and will no longer be forced. I also want power. I don't need too much, as long as I can keep my freedom and my right to choose freely. I want to freely explore various strange worlds and experience There are all kinds of beauty that a person should see in his lifetime.”

So you want to kill the Witch King?

Yes, because the Witch King and his slavery, and of course his terrible power, are all obstacles on my way forward. You know, sometimes I look at this vast sea of ​​sand and feel its cruelty At the same time, I am also sighing at its magnificence. In this magnificent land, there should be magnificent events and magnificent heroes to match. I can't think of anything more magnificent than killing the Witch King and ending slavery!

Ricas was petrified and sat opposite Zhao Mai quietly and silently. After a while, he raised his head again and said to Zhao Mai: You can leave Tire City, right?

Well, that's right. Everyone outside thought they had been burned to death. I can sneak in or sneak out. All the slaves and templar warriors in Tire City have gathered near the temple tower, and there is almost an empty city outside. Of course I can leave this dead city.

But you are back and you want to kill the Witch King.

Yes, no one forces me to do this. This is my own choice. Zhao Mai said: Ricas, what is your choice? The previous proposal is still valid. I can still take you out and let you go. You leave—for the sake of the food and backpack you gave me.”

No, I choose to stay. Ricas shook his head. Ever since I heard the word freedom, I have no other needs. I know that only by becoming the strongest gladiator can I be free. No matter how many obstacles there are along the way, I will overcome them forever. No compromise. Give me freedom or give me death!”

What if the obstacle is the Witch King?

Even the Witch King!

Okay, as long as you have this determination. Zhao Mai stood up: I have said what needs to be said, and I don't want you to only listen to my words. You should see with your own eyes and listen with your own ears. Think in your own mind like a free man. As one of the most promising gladiators to win the championship, as long as you pay attention, you can detect the changes in things, and you will know that what I say is the truth.

I believe what you said. I can tell the truth from your expression.

Thank you for your trust, hold on, you are not fighting alone. Zhao Mai said: I have to withdraw now. After all, my current identity is the administrator of the animal pen, a silly guy. If there is any progress , I will tell you, before that, just continue training. By the way, practice more with your left hand, you don’t know what will happen, what if your long sword cannot be used in a gladiatorial fight?

But, according to the rules...

Rules? Zhao Mai smiled: Would you rather believe in rules? You can't have any illusions anymore. Only you can defend your freedom, right?

Yes, you are right. Ricas nodded: I will try to make my left hand as strong as my right hand and be prepared for everything.

Zhao Mai turned off the background music, then put his arms around the waist of beautiful Duojian and opened the cell door. Thank you for teaching me. He played a silly person and spoke in a silly voice, Goodbye, kind-hearted Ricas.

On the way back, he received countless ridicules, Let me give you some extra lessons, I can teach you both!

Likas's waist strength is pretty good. It's almost dawn! It's really admirable after working hard for so long!

Zhao Mai just smiled and didn't need to reply a word.