Sword and Magic and Taxi

This free-for-all melee quickly turned into a competition between several small groups - all gladiators who failed to find an organization were eliminated in the first round.

The first round of strikes mentioned here is actually very simple. Everyone rushed under the high platform filled with weapons. Everyone had enough to arm themselves, and then the remaining weapons naturally had to be thrown out. Almost in unison, axes, daggers, javelins, daggers, and even giant swords were thrown out. All gladiators have a skill or two on how to avoid thrown objects, so as long as someone can help them cover, it will not be too difficult to avoid the attacks during this period. It is those guys who are fighting alone and cannot deal with attacks from multiple angles at the same time. They are the first to be eliminated.

Two bulging-eyed Geisians approached Ricas and the others. They bent over and hunched their backs, trotting all the way to approach them from behind. All Geths have psychic powers, and they are using this ability to cover their actions. The Gethians stared at Ricas and Butcher with bulging eyes, constantly projecting false images so that they could not see themselves and thought it was a safe and uninhabited area. They held their breath, curling their fingers around their spears, shaking with nervousness and excitement.

Hey, there are two fools approaching secretly from behind. Butcher lowered his voice and said to Likas: Their psychic powers are too clumsy.

That's because we have gone through special training and they have not. Besides, we have the Heart Wooden Spear, which can suppress them! Likas also said with the same volume: Get ready, one, two, three! The two people suddenly rushed The Geths hurriedly resisted, but without the help of psychic powers, they were no match for the two warriors with their martial arts alone.

After the battle in the sand pit began, everyone's attention was firmly attracted, which greatly facilitated the actions of Satiri and Cotander. They used the crowd as cover to approach the main stand where the Witch King was from the north and south sides. One is disguised as a wealthy businessman, and the other is a pretty girl.

The girl was caught several times while others took the opportunity, and some words that would normally make Satiri angry floated into her ears. She wanted to use magic to knock these people down, but not now. The half-elf girl kept reminding herself mentally, not now, but now I have to save these idiots!

Holding up the hem of her skirt, taking light steps, with a flush of panic and excitement on her face, she attracted attention but was not too memorable. No matter whether a man or a woman, she would refuse the little girl she wanted to pass. Small request. Only in front of the gate leading to the noble area, two half-giants stopped her.

The master asked me to go over and serve him. Satiri immediately put on a pitiful expression, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to fall at any time. If I'm late, he'll torture me. Whippings, lots of whippings. Please, let me pass.

One half-giant had already dodged half of the passage, but the other stretched out his hand to stop her. I seem to have seen you somewhere before, he opened his small eyes as hard as he could and tried to remember with all his strength in his small head.

Satiri looked over doubtfully, feeling shocked. This half-giant was obviously one of the two half-giants they met on the way out of the slave camp with Mike that night! She didn't dare to show any strange expressions, but she also restrained her seductive expression slightly to avoid triggering more memories of the half-giant.

Isn't your master an ordinary businessman? How could he go to the aristocratic area? The half-giant finally remembered and reached out to the giant wooden stick at his waist: What do you want to do in going there?

Satiri knew she was in trouble. She could use magic to influence the half-giant's thinking, make him confused, and then change his attitude according to her own thoughts. This was always very useful for the simple-minded half-giant. But this place is only less than forty meters away from the Witch King's stand, and the fluctuations in magic may not be hidden from the King of Tyr, who is a master of magic and psychic powers.

She moved her ankles and aimed her gaze at the half-giant's crotch. There is also a dagger hidden in her cuffs, a very precious stainless steel dagger. If she moved quickly enough, she could take care of the two half-giants and hide them... where? Only then did she realize that her plan was full of loopholes.

Hey, why are you still here? Lord Laken is already worried. He was just mentioning this matter. A voice came from the other side of the passage in the noble area, and then there was the sound of a cane hitting the half-giant's head. I asked you to watch the passage, not to stop people, you two idiots!

Satiri had never been so surprised as she was today. Zhao Mai was dressed as a member of Parliament, holding a one-meter-long stick in his hand as a cane. A shiny-haired war dog was tied to the stick, and the other hand was holding a woman wearing a veil. Who is that woman? Satiri didn't think about anything else and just asked this question.

Don't stay here and go! Zhao Mai pretended to be angry and said: That guy was almost exhausted. He almost reached out to my baby just now! It's so embarrassing!

The half-giant still felt that something was wrong, but every day he felt that there were as many as fifty things that were wrong, and after being knocked on the head, what was wrong was right. He quickly moved out of the way, and Zhao Mai and his beauty walked out.

Wait a minute, Zhao Mai leaned close to Satiri's ear and said softly to her: Pay attention to the guy in full armor next to the Witch King. I think something is wrong, so aim your spell at him.

Where are you going? Satiri raised her eyes and asked as her eyelashes trembled.

Go and fight for victory, my lovely beauty. Zhao Mai smiled slightly: I have been busy for this for several weeks.

What are you secretly busy with? Why are you ignoring me on purpose?

Zhao Mai shook his head and left without answering her. It was impossible for her to catch up and ask him clearly, so she could only bite her lip, hold up her skirt and walk around the half-giant, and continue to approach the Witch King.

Ever since the victory over the Minotaur in the underground temple, Mike has been mysterious and mysterious. He doesn't know what he is thinking. Satiri had always wanted to meet him alone. On the one hand, she wanted to understand the druid's secret plan, and on the other hand, she wanted to express her gratitude to him. If he hadn't taken over the vortex formed by the blasphemous energy, she would now be a blasphemous mage and would not even be able to stay in the Masked Alliance.

Satiri wanted to determine whether Mike had become a blasphemer. If so, she quickly reminded him to avoid certain people in the Masked Alliance, such as her teacher Cotander, and be careful not to be caught and killed. But Zhao Mai deliberately avoided her and Cotande, and at most he only met Butcher a few times. Later, he mysteriously disappeared directly from Tai Xi'an's manor.

After a few weeks of no news, this was the first time Satiri saw Zhao Mai. He actually appeared in the aristocratic area without any makeup. How did he get in, what did he do, and why did he leave? It was difficult for Satiri not to think about these questions. She even thought for a time that Mike had betrayed them all, or that he was the Witch King's spy. Just like that night when she met Dogian on the road, was it actually a manifestation of his true identity?

These thoughts kept coming, making it difficult for Satiri to concentrate. But when she saw the figure of the Witch King, she lost all her thoughts. Only the memory of breaking the spell was left, echoing in her mind over and over again.