Sword and Magic and Taxi

Reserve Liang, take a sniff and tell me if there is anyone up there? Reserve Liang raised his head smartly, sniffed the air, then stuck out his tongue and shook his head at Zhao Mai.

It takes a lot of effort to climb up. Because he was worried that there was a magic barrier here - Zhao Mai was 99% certain that there was one - so he did not allow the reserve food to use the power of teleportation. Taking out the rope, Zhao Mai tied the dog to his chest and tied the Xinmu Spear at the same time. Since the Heart Wood Spear suppresses magic and psychic powers, no matter what magic barriers or traps there are, they will be suppressed by it. This is the universal pass they rely on. Then, facing the shaft in front of them, Zhao Mai and Duojian were back to back, putting their feet against the wall of the shaft, pushing each other bit by bit before walking up.

The temple tower looks like an obelisk from the outside, with four smooth outer surfaces gradually narrowing from bottom to top, and finally converging into a sharp tip at the top. There are two entrances, one is on the east side of the first floor, where construction slaves and materials come in and out, and it is also the most strictly guarded place. There is another one on the fifth floor, on a protruding platform on the west side. From the platform you can see the arena, as well as the throne of the Witch-King Karak. Either fly up here or teleport up.

The inside of the temple tower is a structure connected by zigzag spiral steps. It is divided into seven floors. The lower six floors are surrounded by many large and small rooms arranged around the steps. The tributes and gifts presented to the Witch King from the City of Tire will be placed inside. Gift. But now they are all empty, so as not to affect their efficiency as magic circles, which is their real purpose of construction. There are no rooms on the seventh floor, just a whole vault, which will become the lair of the Witch King Karak when he transforms into a dragon.

After climbing up the shaft, Reserve Food was responsible for keeping watch to see if there were any guards. After the Heart Wood Spear suppressed magic, the dog's nose became the strongest detection ability in the entire temple tower. Zhao Mai kept grabbing Duojian's arm and kept her with him. If he encountered a templar or a guard, Duojian, who was dressed in a high-ranking official's uniform, could drag her on for a while, giving Zhao Mai a chance to make a surprise attack to solve the problem. The three of them cannot be separated, because the range of the Heart Wood Spear's magic suppression is not large. If they are further apart, the defense here may be triggered. This is no joke! Every Witch King is strong, and Karak is even more so. Considering his construction of this temple tower and his research on dragon transformation, his attainments in magic may be the strongest among all the Witch Kings - second only to the Dragon King.

Follow me closely and never leave. Zhao Mai said to Duojian. The latter nodded expressionlessly, without showing any sadness or joy, and left the nervousness to Zhao Mai himself. The temple tower did not have windows, but only some lampstands on the circular steps, which relied on the grease inside to burn lighting. During the construction period, the place was brightly lit day and night, but now there seemed to be no one, so only one-tenth of the lights were burning, providing weak illumination.

Two men and a dog left the shaft room and climbed the spiral stairs. Despite efforts to tread lightly, even the sound of breathing is amplified and echoes here. This sound makes people's hair stand on end. It always feels like someone else is here, which makes people's hair stand on end.

Zhao Mai kept telling himself that all this was an illusion and a soaring imagination, and did not actually exist. He wants to stay calm, but it's not an easy thing to do. According to the script he knew, Likas would throw the Heartwood Spear in the arena and shoot it into the chest of the Witch King Karak, and then everyone would work together to kill the Witch King. Following the plot is the safest way, rather than deviating from the script like this and relying entirely on your own reasoning and design. This may succeed, but if it fails...

No, it must not fail! Zhao Mai cheers himself up! He had no time to worry about failure. Trying to succeed already required all his energy, so he couldn't be distracted now. His heart was pounding and his palms were covered with sweat. On the contrary, Duojian was always calm, not disturbed by external things and had no emotions or memories, which was indeed very useful at this time.

In front of the steps, a blue cloud seeped out from the wall and rolled in mid-air into the shape of a human face. It was the face of a middle-aged man who always frowned, with two sharp stars flashing in his deep-set eyes. He opened his empty mouth and said in a sad tone: Poor living creatures, what are you here for? Why do you want to step on the stairs of death, why do you try to climb from the abyss to hell?

A spiritbinder. Zhao Mai observed it and made a judgment. This is a kind of ghost trapped in a certain place. Their obsession makes them very powerful in combat. The creatures killed by the spirit will also become the spirit and continue the work of the former. Evil mages sometimes create wraiths to guard certain important locations. Because spirit spirits can penetrate entities and launch attacks from behind walls, floors, and ceilings, and flying gives them super mobility, they are often more useful than guardian golems.

Only one spiritbinder? Zhao Mai glanced around and found no other guards. After thinking about it, this makes sense. The Witch King kept asking for the construction deadline to be advanced, desperately squeezing the power of the slaves and templars, and as a result, even he himself fell into a tight deadline. This huge magic circle is busy enough, and hiding it from all the construction workers is even harder work, so the Witch King definitely doesn't have much time to place guards.

And, when his plan succeeds, he will become a dragon. He had planned to abandon the entire city of Tire and let death spread from the temple tower. At that point, the temple tower would be completely useless to him, so why bother guarding it?

When the giant raised his head proudly and stared at the great sun, he would not think of the little mouse sneaking under his feet.

The spirit binding was walking around here and did not trigger any magic alarms, so Zhao Mai believed that they had a high probability of leaving the alarm area. At least the area around the spirit binding could move freely. He had an idea in his mind that the best way to solve Trouble was to kill Trouble.

Under the orders of Lord Witch King, make a final inspection of the temple tower. Once he became focused, Zhao Mai did not panic. He bowed slightly and introduced the woman behind him. The inspection will be accompanied by Lord Dogian. She is a high-ranking templar in the temple building.

Yes, I have seen her, another pathetic soul. The big blue cloud face was still not convinced: The Witch King has already checked her earlier, so what's the use of you?

Master Witch King's magic power is unpredictable, and I am naturally inferior to him. But when the masonry construction here was being done, Master Duojian and I were there the whole time, so we are useful. Zhao Mai looked directly at Binding Spirit, with a slight smile on his lips. Upturned. He held the Heart Wood Spear tightly in his right hand, and as long as the binding spirit came closer, he would attack first. Breaking all magic and psychic protection, the bound spirit will be very vulnerable in front of Zhao Mai. The only thing you need to worry about is its mobility, so you have to hit it in one shot and not let it get into the wall and escape.

Does the Witch King need a small role like you? And a dog? Binding spirit still frowned and slowly approached Zhao Mai. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his eyes stared directly at the weapon in Zhao Mai's hand.

The Heart Wood Spear was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, and suddenly penetrated into the body of the bound spirit. Zhao Mai's feet seemed to be equipped with springs, and he jumped over multiple steps in an instant and penetrated directly.

Along with the scream, the big blue face of the spirit binding exploded with a bang, turning into fist-sized clouds. Zhao Mai immediately turned around and stabbed these small clouds with his heart wood spear. With each thrust, there was a faint scream. The food reserves rushed up, opening their mouths and biting continuously. Only Duojian did not receive the order, so he stood there blankly. Zhao Mai was afraid that the spirit-binding clouds would escape, so his men kept moving, and in a short time all the blue spirit-binding clouds were shattered.

The Heart Wood Spear is indeed an artifact-level equipment, unmatched in terms of attack and damage. Otherwise, how could it be so easy to deal with the spirit binding? Zhao Mai wiped his sweat, gave a thumbs up to praise the food reserves, and then asked the expressionless Duo Jian to follow.

However, Zhao Mai knew very well that he must not be superstitious about weapons. Although the Heart Wood Spear has such outstanding advantages, its disadvantages are equally obvious: you cannot use magic and psychic powers with it, and it becomes no different from an ordinary warrior. As long as the enemy shoots arrows from a distance or simply has superb martial arts skills, he can easily kill the holder of the Heartwood Spear. So this weapon is only good in certain situations.

Come on, it seems that we are very lucky. There are no other guardians. The Witch King believes in his magic barrier, and his energy is limited, so the situation of being tight on the outside and loose on the inside is as I expected. Indeed There are exploitable loopholes. Zhao Mai continued to move forward with Duojian, climbing all the way up to the fifth floor platform.

The noise of the arena came in from outside, wave after wave without stopping. Zhao Mai and Duo Jian hid in the shadows, not daring to reveal themselves at all. Maybe when the Witch King raised his head and looked here with eager eyes, he would inadvertently see two little bugs. He would not allow a small insect to cling to the perfect body of the Temple Tower. Zhao Mai sighed: No, it's not time yet to see the situation in the arena.

The waves of sound showed that the competition was still going on in full swing, and the gladiators were still fighting hard for victory and final freedom, with monsters, other gladiators, and themselves. The blood should have dyed the sand red by this time, and the lives as sacrifices were withering one by one in the arena, dedicated to the Witch King.

Zhao Mai's fingers gently brushed against the wall, feeling the touch of the rough masonry walls of the temple tower. If the plan fails, everyone will inevitably die. Now that you think about it, this is really scary. In Zhao Mai's past life, he had never encountered such a success or death situation. Close your eyes and slowly experience the fear in it, and then dig out the excitement and excitement from it, and then let the blood fill your blood vessels and make your soul feel throbbing.

He likes this sense of adventure.