Sword and Magic and Taxi

There were footsteps on the winding steps of the temple tower, dense and tense footsteps. Duojian was ready to fight, but the reserve just screamed twice and lay down at Zhao Mai's feet. From this point of view, the people who came must be friends, so Zhao Mai asked Duo Ji'an to relax and just stand still.

The first one to rush up was Ricas. His prosthetic limb was completely destroyed. It was just wrapped haphazardly with a strip of cloth and was still slowly bleeding out. However, he still held the Heart Wood Spear as a weapon in his other hand and remained ready for battle. Butcher followed behind him carrying a brand new giant sword, followed by Cotander and Satiri holding staffs, and the last one was Taisian carrying a giant axe.

Zhao Mai was naked, covering his vitals with one hand, and greeted everyone with the other hand, (????)??Hi?

The Witch King is dead? Likas asked. Zhao Mai nodded and pointed to the body behind him. The Muir breathed a long sigh of relief, and then he looked at his clothes. As gladiators, he and Butcher only had shorts tied around their waists. They couldn't lend them out, so they could only give Zhao Mai an apologetic look.

Satiri poked her head out from behind Butcher's tall body, with an extremely surprised expression: You were naked and stabbed the Witch King to death with a spear?

Hey! Zhao Mai was a little annoyed: Are you saying too much ambiguity?! But Satiri just covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes constantly looking at Zhao Mai. It seemed that she must have done it on purpose.

Cotand also smiled. He stood quietly, enjoying the tranquility and happiness after victory. Zhao Mai looked at him for help. The old man shook his white eyebrows and said, Look what I do, I only have one hand and I am a disabled old man. You don't want to take off my clothes, do you?

It seems I have to come. Tai Xi'an took off his cloak very quickly and threw it towards Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai avoided it gently, letting the cloak fall to the ground, and then said to Cotand: Why is he here?

Although the Witch King is dead, you still need my help. Tai Xi'an lowered his head slightly, making a half-bow, then straightened up and said: I am on your side, I will withdraw in advance I killed most of the guards, otherwise Satiri and Cotander would not be able to approach the stands. I also opened the door to let the people escape, otherwise the Witch King's magic power would be stronger. Moreover, I also stopped the guards from attacking you afterwards. Then he took everyone to the temple tower and opened the door with his own hands.

Thank you for your past contributions. Zhao Mai said. He walked up to the Witch King, stepped on his face with his bare feet, and pulled the Heart Wood Spear out of his head. Black blood dripped and the ticking sound was clearly audible. Zhao Mai turned his head and looked at Tai Xi'an, his eyes showing murderous intent, but his tone remained calm: Then what?

At that moment, Taisian felt threatened, and his arm shook to pull out the ax behind him. But he immediately woke up and stopped. There were seven people and a dog here, and he was just one of them, and he was the only one alone. As long as he pulled out his weapon, he would be dead. He took a deep breath. Although he wanted to kill all the people in front of him, his expression became more humble and he bent down deeply.

This bow lasted for five seconds, and then he straightened up, with full confidence in his eyes. He clearly looked less like an underdog and more like a presidential candidate taking to the podium. I will be the new king of Tire! I am the First Templar, and I can immediately take over the power of the Templars, maintain order in the city, and prevent robbery, murder, and anything worse from happening. I can make The city of Tire avoids division and destruction, and I can prevent this success in killing the Witch King from failing! If no one manages this city, it will fall into ruins! There is no one more suitable to manage than the Templar, After all, the Templars have more than a thousand years of management experience!

Templar? We all know what you have done for more than a thousand years! Shadili curled her lips and retorted.

Everything will change, so come and help me do things better, Tai Xi'an said with eager and expectant eyes, and his words sounded so sincere and touching.

Cotander looked at Zhao Mai and then at Taixi'an. He clearly felt a little pain in his heart, as if something had slipped away from it. The old man sighed, took a step forward to block Zhao Mai, and then said to Taixi'an: First, we must liberate all slaves.

Of course, Tessian said, I promise you.

Satiri blinked and said, Abolish lynching and have a fair trial.

This is conducive to the establishment of order, Tessian nodded: This is also my wish. He then turned his eyes to Likas. The Muir scratched his head and said, Well, we need to help those poor slaves. …poor people and help them rebuild their lives.”

I will stop at nothing to keep Tyr prosperous and free.

Butcher snorted, wiped the blood from his face, and then said, We are going to the Witch King's treasure house. You can open it for us.

Uh... Tai Xi'an hesitated, but if he thought about it, it was not his treasure house anyway. Lower projected income is better than none. He reacted quickly and immediately made up for it: Of course. But I have to check to see which Templar knows the specific details. After all, I have never been a treasure keeper.

In the end, only Zhao Mai was left. Tai Xi'an swallowed secretly, but his expression remained confident and friendly, cordial but not flattering. He knew very well that if Zhao Mai insisted on killing him, relying on his merits in killing the Witch King, these people would not really stop him. There may be verbal condemnation, but that condemnation obviously will not bring back the dead body named Taxi'an.

What I want is different from them. Zhao Mai said: You said that the Templars can help manage this city. This is currently in line with the actual situation. However, the Templars must become history, just like the rule of the Witch King. . My request is that the Masked Alliance members be allowed to join the Templars and learn how to manage. Let’s start with the City Guards. Fighting and maintaining order are the best to learn. Within a year, the Masked Alliance will manage more than half of the people. The city guard will then increase year by year and shall not be reduced.”

Tai Xi'an felt a pain in his mouth and felt dizzy, as if it was getting dark... This heavy blow made his face twitch, and he could no longer maintain his expression perfectly. Cotander raised his eyebrows, obviously realizing something from Taisian's expression, and secretly remembered it in his heart. It took the high-ranking templar more than ten seconds to recover and stand up straight again. His eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on the Witch King's crown, where he stopped. Okay, I agree. Sharing... sharing power is what allies and comrades should do. He said reluctantly.

Zhao Mai stepped aside and said: I will watch you. You have to remember that you once robbed a man in the desert. This man had a good memory and he also killed the Witch King. Yes, you He actually robbed the only mortal in history who killed the Witch King. Haha, if I were you, I would definitely consider the city of Tire sincerely and I wouldn’t dare to let this person hear any bad words.”

Tessian paused for a moment, and then said: I will not forget it. I will build a monument so that this matter will be passed down forever.

Well, what he meant was that there were other Witch Kings around! The city of Tire was just one of many cities ruled by the Witch-King. Although it was the largest, it was never the only one. Whether it's the Masked Alliance or Zhao Mai, there are still many enemies to face. Tai Xi'an is still very important and cannot be overly oppressed.

Oh, don't fix it for me. Zhao Mai shook his head: It was Likas who killed the Witch King, not me.

The Muir people immediately became anxious: No, you killed Karak, we all know this.

Actually, we killed Karak, Zhao Mai corrected. He looked at everyone's faces and remembered everyone's expressions in his heart. He said sincerely: Without any one of them, even without Taisian, we cannot complete this matter. However, for the city of Tire, and for all the unliberated slaves in Atas, the slave gladiator Licas Killing the Witch King Karak is the best choice. I am just a passerby with no origin, not as well-known as Likas. Now the city of Tire needs a hero and needs to build up the confidence to win. And my name It’s obviously impossible to have such an effect.”

Cotander was the first to understand what Zhao Mai meant, and came up to pat Licas on the shoulder: Mike is right, Tire City needs you to stand up, and we are all willing to make you a hero. This has never been the case. It is not an honor, but a heavy burden, and it may even become a bondage. You have to carry it for all of us, to keep hope for the slaves forever. Do you understand?

Don't worry, if there are assassins from the Witch King who come to deal with you, I will help you keep an eye on them and kill them first. Butcher clenched his fists and cast an encouraging look.

Thank you all... Ricas took a deep breath with a smile on his face: As the first thing I decided after freedom, I chose to follow your advice.

Tai Xi'an lowered his head and hummed softly, but from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Duojian's expressionless face. How much had she seen with her bright eyes, would she have tipped off? With this uneasiness, Taisian walked to the broken body of the Witch King, squatted down, and picked up the golden crown-the thing he had dreamed of.

The Witch King has been wearing it for more than a thousand years. Now it is contaminated by the Witch King's black blood, but it still looks majestic.

Tessian walked out of the platform and stood under the sunlight of Tire City. He put on the crown with both hands and said, Long live the king. He could only whisper.

Zhao Mai raised a middle finger behind his back. It's just that he's not wearing any clothes, so raising the middle finger at this moment would be unnecessary. Satiri couldn't help it anymore and laughed behind the enthroned king.