Sword and Magic and Taxi

Is there anything special about this dagger? Zhao Mai has never learned the knowledge of magic item identification, so he has no clue at all. But Satiri is a mage, and Cotander, they may have a way to identify it.

This guy is much easier to deal with than the orcs in the mangroves. Butcher came over, squatted down and carefully inspected the body: Well, there is no heartbeat or breathing, so he is definitely dead.

If it weren't for that shield, I could defeat him in just a few face-to-face encounters. Ricas also scratched his head. Having said this, Zhao Mai also felt that something was wrong. Were those Masked Alliance warriors so bad before? Hey, why didn't his nose get a cut from me?

This thought had just sprouted, and a sudden change occurred! From the ruins of the building, a crossbow arrow passed through the gap in the wall and hit Zhao Mai's chest. Zhao Mai raised the dagger in his hand to stop him at the critical moment. But the arrow clearly didn't hit the dagger, and the two suddenly exploded together. A violent flash of light and a dizzying noise enveloped the three people together. The huge roar shattered their eardrums, and the shock wave knocked them all away. They fell heavily onto the sand pile, covered with flowing sand.

Zhao Mai found that he was paralyzed from the neck down, and the nerves in his face were also severely affected, making him almost unable to move except for his mouth. He ordered the Force to move from head to toe, trying to open up the nervous system. But apart from feeling some physical pain, the Force felt like it was stuck in a quagmire, unable to take shape at all, let alone cast spells. Zhao Mai couldn't turn his head and could only squint his eyes, watching helplessly as the bricks and stones of the ruins were lifted up and thrown aside. The tauren stood up from inside, holding a palm-sized crossbow in his hand. His nose was still bleeding slowly, and it seemed that this was the one injured by Ricas.

Attack! Zhao Mai shouted. But the three black-scaled ghost lizards remained motionless, lying far away on the sand dunes, blinking their black eyes to observe the situation on the battlefield, and did not react at all to Zhao Mai's orders.

Don't bother, you can't use any power. I didn't expect you bastards to cost me so much! Five gold coins! Bastard, bastard! He raised his crossbow and shot another arrow at Butcher. . The strong man's body shook for a moment, then stopped completely. Likas yelled at the top of his lungs: Asshole! Come at me!

You're lucky, I really can't kill you. When the tauren passed by Likas, he looked down at him. Is the long sword easy to use? Why don't you thank me? I gave you a better chance of winning the competitive championship.

I would be the champion without you. You are doing this just for your own purposes! Ricas's eyes radiated with angry flames, and he wanted to get up and tear the tauren into pieces. But because his body was controlled by paralysis, he couldn't move at all, so he could only feel powerless. The tauren stepped on his chest and buried half of his body in the sand. The hero and liberator of Tyr. The tauren snorted and laughed twice: Not at my feet?

Zhao Mai's mind was spinning rapidly, trying hard to get out of the current predicament. But no matter whether it is physical strength, natural force or psychic powers, he cannot use it. He watched helplessly as the Minotaur's big feet appeared in front of him, and then that ugly face looked down at him.

You meddle too much, my lord. The tauren took a crossbow arrow from his belt, carefully tightened the crossbow, and then loaded it. Remember, Enti'a killed you and buried a piece of history.

If I die, can the future change? Zhao Mai suddenly had an idea and said.

It makes no difference to me. He paused for two seconds before saying this.

In this moment, a luminous whip wrapped around the Minotaur's neck, and then pulled hard. The tauren staggered backward and fired his crossbow. Zhao Mai only felt a chill in the corner of his eyes, and the crossbow arrow flashed past his ear and penetrated into the sand. Then he turned his head hard and saw the templar Tessian dragging the tauren down with his long whip and hitting the tauren's head hard with his war hammer.

The tauren threw away the crossbow, and while falling backward, his body suddenly turned half a circle and turned into a face-down position, landing on all fours with his head raised. The war hammer was knocked down hard, and there was only a loud clang sound. The hammer shattered, and the horns of the cow were smashed and fell to the sand.

Blood flowed from the broken horn and dripped along the tauren's eyebrows and the corners of his mouth. He exerted force on his limbs suddenly, trying to pull Tessian over. Feeling the huge pull on his hand, the Templar quickly released his whip. The palm of his hand was scratched by the whip, and it hurt. However, Tai Xi'an clenched his fist so that no one could see it.

Ah, Taixi'an, Lord Templar. The tauren stood up, took the whip from his neck and threw it aside, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, You're here too? Is it so lively today? You don't even have one in your hand. If you have a weapon, what else do you want to do to me?

There was no expression on the Templar's dark face. He dropped the hammer handle and took out a dagger. That was the magic dagger from Golarion, which Taisian snatched from Zhao Mai. Now that the robber has saved his enemy's life, he is still using the stolen goods to fight for the owner, which makes people lament the change of fate.

People who can become high-level templars are not ordinary people. They always have outstanding advantages in certain aspects. In terms of pure martial arts, Taixi'an is certainly not as good as Butcher, and may be slightly inferior to Ricas, but with the help of psychic training, Taixi'an is more cold and cruel, and his fighting methods are more diverse. The fist made of psychic energy and the real weapon hit the Minotaur's body at the same time, and the shock from the soul invaded one after another. The desert scorpion summoned by using the spirit crystal keeps stabbing poisonous needles from under the sand layer. The tauren was quickly injured in many places, but Taixi'an seemed to be at ease. The strength of a tauren without a shield is greatly reduced. And Tessian, like Ricas and others, is also a figure that the will of the planet focuses on. The tauren didn't dare to actually kill him yet, for fear of causing serious trouble. But for some reason, the tauren was at a disadvantage, but did not choose to escape. Taixi'an actually entangled him alone! Zhao Mai suppressed this doubt in his heart and continued to pay attention to the battle over there.

He discovered that as the battle continued, the tauren gradually gained the upper hand. His wounds have not recovered, which should not be a sign of physical resilience, but the tauren's endurance seems to be endless, like a machine with lasting power. On the other hand, the Templar's face was flushed and his breathing became more rapid. His explosive power was still there after not fighting for a long time, but he could not continue to fight for a long time.

They moved while fighting, and soon reached the other side of the dune, out of Zhao Mai's sight. He knew very well that he could not place all his hopes on Taixi'an. Not to mention whether he could win, even if the Templar won, he might still die. Calm down, calm down first, and then think of a solution! Zhao Mai slowed down his breathing and deepened it, and then began to think about the state of his body.

The heart is still beating normally, as is breathing, which shows that the connection between the brain and the body is normal, at least the signals in this area are not blocked. This also shows that the natural force can still circulate in the body, but the ability to actively control it has weakened. But that can't be completely said. After all, Zhao Mai can still control the eyes, nose and mouth areas.

Set a small goal first, such as establishing a small natural force circulation in the head, and then move forward. But after several attempts, there was no connection at all between the head's circulation and the body's restoration of control.

The sand continued to flow and now covered his legs. Zhao Mai had an idea, why could he feel the movement of sand through his legs? You should obviously lose your intuition from the neck down, right? He analyzed it carefully and finally realized that the energy vortex formed by blasphemous magic was still under his body, weakly and continuously absorbing the surrounding energy. This vortex was first caused by Satiri's magic being out of control. After Zhao Mai captured it, although he used most of his power to cast the quicksand spell, the druid spell and the mage arcane spell required different energy attributes, so the vortex did not be consumed cleanly. Now, it is blindly absorbing all the power around it, including the power used by the tauren to restrict Zhao Mai.

Zhao Mai's legs were buried under the sand and were first absorbed by the vortex, thus weakening the effect, so Zhao Mai was able to regain some consciousness. In this case, Zhao Mai simply became cruel and swung his slightly movable legs left and right to make the sand flow faster, burying himself slowly and completely.

He held his breath, hoping that the whirlpool of blasphemous magic would be faster and stronger, and that all the constraints on him would be removed!