Sword and Magic and Taxi

The quarrel among the Crimson Legion was quickly put down. The soldier who violated the order and cut young mushrooms received fifteen lashes and was beaten to the point of dying. The whip used for punishment was tough and hard, three meters long, and every time it was struck on the body, the skin would be torn. In the past, slave owners used this method to punish slaves. New Tire should have abolished this punishment, but the Crimson Legion was hastily established, and many of the rules of the slave arena were retained.

Once this whipping is done, will things be settled? This is true on the surface, but Zhao Mai can see the changes and shifts in the will of the world, and the undercurrents. The Crimson Legion was originally a group of gladiators for money. The lack of income and the continuous brutal battles caused them to accumulate a lot of dissatisfaction. The aura formed by this dissatisfaction and the prestige established by Ricas through fighting are competing for control. The title of Witch King Killer and Tyrian Slave Liberator allows Ricas to still control the Crimson Legion, but he can no longer stop the soldiers' small actions.

In order to maximize their chances of survival in the desert, many people have begun to secretly cut legion mushrooms and hide them on their bodies. The smaller the mushrooms, the easier they are to hide. Now that Zhao Mai has provided a large amount of Legion Mushrooms, this behavior is no longer just about survival. A combination of fear of the desert and death, uncertainty about the future, and aversion to flogging contributed to this situation.

Zhao Mai raised his head and kept observing how these emotions and events developed. They are like inks of various colors, poured into a cup of clear water together, mixed with each other in an extremely complex way, and the final product is the will of the world. Zhao Mai tried to calculate for a while and then failed. His temples were pounding and his brain was swollen.

A gardener's dragon that kept crying ran over and stopped in front of Zhao Mai, crying that all his legion mushrooms were about to be plucked out. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu They don't even spare the smallest ones. I planted them carefully. It's so difficult to live in the desert!

Considering the toughness of Z worm cells, it is actually not that difficult to survive. But what Zhao Mai is most afraid of is Xiaohua or Gardener Long crying to him, which always gives people a feeling that it is difficult to deal with it. Okay, I'll take care of it.

Zhao Mai snapped his fingers, and the Z-worm took action. The moving bug got up, circled half a circle around the oasis, then grabbed the tentacles protruding from Xi soil, and started the relocation project again. Jumping dogs also move beneath the soil, helping the transporters maintain the balance of the oasis.

Ricas felt the shaking under his feet and knew that the Oasis was leaving. Gather, let's keep going! His order was given, but was executed as Harvest quickly, it will be gone in a moment!

Zhao Mai's actions intensified the Crimson Legion's sense of urgency, and their blind fear drove them crazy. Even though they had enough Legion Mushroom supplies, these people forced themselves into a doomsday panic.

You guys, come over here. Zhao Mai waved to Duojian and the others. Tyrion was the most keen and vigilant person and walked over before Zhao Mai greeted him. Satiri, who was in the Will of the World, was the slowest to react. She was still chatting with a female warrior from the Crimson Legion, talking about Licas.

Zhao Mai looked at the will of the world and watched the various colors above his head mix in an instant, and a fight broke out. In an instant, all thoughts change in extreme directions. Harmony and harmony no longer exist, and what is left is conflict.

This battle is the new slave master's attempt to kill us! someone shouted: I am a free man and I will not fight! Don't even think about ordering me!

You want to confiscate my food? You want to exile me to the desert until I die? Murderer, murderer! I won't let you go!

Calm down? The oasis is gone, the way to survive is gone, and you still want me to calm down! Go to hell!

The world will of Atas gave all the anger that it had been destroyed, hurt, and almost exterminated to the people living in Atas. So the elves all turned into bandits, so the humans killed each other, and for the same reason the Crimson Legion fell into madness. Zhao Mai suddenly understood how the world's will works.

The fight broke out in an instant. There were only a few real flashpoints, but many people were drawn in and had to fight for their lives. The voices of Ricas and Butcher seemed very weak among the noise. The seven words stop, stop, separate are always not as powerful as kill kill kill kill kill kill.

Weapons flew in all directions, and a stone ax spun towards Satiri. At that moment, Zhao Mai suddenly saw clearly the future context: the woman talking to Satiri would help her block the axe, and the two began a close friendship. Through Satiri, the woman will become acquainted with Ricas, and the two will be attracted to each other and eventually become husband and wife. Their descendants will be the focus of the will of another world, the sun priest who will seal the primordial warlock Rajat in the future.

Time flies by, and so does the future. This fight and the ax destined not to hurt Satiri are all arrangements of the will of the world, and they are all whirlpools caused by the long river of destiny, and those warriors who died tragically because of the fight were only used to activate this destiny A sacrifice of strength. Atas's cruelty was fully displayed in front of Zhao Mai. In other worlds, little people become heroes because of their active self-sacrifice, thereby changing the world; here, the will of the world does not wait, and directly stretches out its hand to point out troops, and they should be sacrificed when they point out, which can be described as ruthless.

Zhao Mai sighed softly and came to Satiri's side in a flash. In his eyes, everyone's movements seemed to be frozen, and even the flying axes became a slow-motion movie scene. He stretched out his hand and took it easily.

Looking at the female warrior who used her body to protect Satiri, Zhao Mai had no reason to criticize her, and said: Sadiri, even if you have my protection, you have to thank her. She doesn't know my power. I’m really using myself to protect you.”

The river of destiny stirred up a small wave, and then returned to normal and calm. The future does not change, as long as the purpose of the world's will is achieved, the power that hangs over the Crimson Legion will gradually fade away. Damn it, don’t deserve it, just die in enough numbers anyway. Through this incident, Zhao Mai could see Atas's true face clearly at this time.

He snorted coldly and threw back the stone ax and his anger. Even if it was unintentional before, throwing weapons at Satiri cannot go unpunished! A man who was shattered by the volley made everyone stop fighting in shock. The voices of Ricas and Butcher finally entered their brains through their ear canals. They finally no longer relied on hormones and adrenaline to decide their actions.

Hey, Zhao Mai, why are your eyes pure white? Satiri pointed at Zhao Mai and blinked. It's back to normal again, so strange. What happened?