When he was still in the last world, the boy always regretted that he had not had the opportunity to go to Giza, Egypt to see the Great Pyramids. I didn't expect this regret to be made up for on Artas.

In one corner of the city of Tyre, there is a huge and imposing majestic pyramid. Its size is big enough to make those juniors on the earth feel ashamed.

It was eight hundred feet high, and was made entirely of rough yellow boulders, reinforced by magic. Each boulder was at least two people tall and forty feet long. On the orders of the Witch King Karak, countless slaves dragged the huge stones to the construction site and pulled them down to the correct place along the dirt slope built around the pyramid. The Witch King's builders broke up the eggs of the Grey Scaly Bird, poured out the egg whites, and mixed them with lime and other substances to make a binder. Each boulder on the pyramid required a tight fit between them, and if a scimitar could fit between the crevices of the boulders, Karak would kill a hundred slaves in public.

How many lives died in the process of building the pyramid? No one knows that Karak, the witch king, had the idea of building a pyramid as his new palace almost without any roots. At the tyrant's command, four thousand armored warriors ensured that his will was carried out to the letter.

The city of Tyre had prospered for a thousand years with its iron ore and superior trading position, but the Witch King had no mercy in draining it. Displaced people, as well as non-human races without proper employment, were captured to build this amazing architectural marvel. The Templars under Karak's command wielded leather whips and told of sons being taken from their mothers' arms and husbands taking them from their wives. Every day, slave laborers died, their bones thrown haphazardly into a huge pit at the edge of the construction site, where they were left to rot.

The slaves secretly called Karak the king of maggots and sand eagles, as he hospitted them with the corpses of his slaves and the birds. In that pit, countless unnamed monstrous beetles crawled in and out of the corpses, devouring eyeballs, muscles, nerves, and the few fats they had, leaving behind only bones and tattered clothing. Every day, the pyramid grows taller, and under the great shadow it casts, it is a feast for the corpses.

However, the pyramid was not finally completed, leaving a small platform on top instead of a spire, like a note that could not be finished.

The great psychic wizard Akith, who originally ran a large slave farm, but the Witch King confiscated all his slaves to build the pyramids, leaving the nobleman angry and unable to vent. However, fate eventually leads him to meet Shatiri, the coral witch, who is in the middle of a difficult situation, and other revolutionaries. Together, they accomplished a feat that had never been born in the world of Attas, or even expected by anyone, by killing a witch king.

After the Revolution, the construction of the Great Pyramid was stopped. The former Templars, who had switched sides, occupied the unfinished building to serve as the headquarters of the City Watch. The former gladiators who participated in the revolution also joined the City Watch, struggling to adapt to protect and manage, not to kill and destroy.

Muhathir walked alone in front of this great pyramid that reached into the sky, and couldn't help but feel the power and power of the witch king. The main entrance of the pyramid is fifty feet high and fifty feet wide, forming a huge arch. All kinds of hideous monsters were carved on the side of the door, and they watched the passers-by with their teeth and claws. In comparison, the half-giants standing guard in front of the door were ridiculously short and as small as a dwarf.

Three distinct types of soldiers came in and out from the gates of the pyramid. One with a neatly short, shaved beard on the chin, and a neat and neat worm shell moving house and burqa. A kind of ** wears the upper body, only a dirty white cloth without any defenseless ability around the waist, and has a domineering and provocative expression on his face. The last type, dressed in flamboyant, tasteless and unmatched leather armor, looked idle, as if ready to cause trouble.

These three types of people constitute the main theme of the armed forces of the revolutionary regime in Tyre. The former Templars were retained due to their experience in managing the city, and because their commander, Lord Taisian, chose to betray the Witch King at the last minute of the Revolution and join the Revolution.

After wreaking havoc and looting, the gladiators also joined the City Watch, and they began to learn new knowledge and skills that they had never been exposed to.

In order to cope with the great threat of the Witch King's coalition to extinguish the flame of revolution, the Tyre Consulate also hired mercenaries on a large scale, and these rogue bandits were transformed into freedom fighters. Although everyone knows that as soon as the army of the Witch King of Ulric reaches the city of Tyre, half of these people will scatter and flee, and the other half will happily join the new master.

Although the total number has exceeded 10,000, few people would have predicted that such an army would be able to defeat the combined army of the Witch Kings of the three cities, Yuric, Ankara, and Nibennai. Most people don't dare to think about what tomorrow will bring.

The boy walked into the pyramid as solemnly as possible, as little as possible to show his surprise at the towering zenith and the vast space inside the pyramid. He called out to a soldier who didn't look high, and asked. "Where is Lord Taixien?"

The soldier looked at the stranger suspiciously, what was he, why was he looking for Tessian, could he be a relative of Lord Tessian, some nobleman?

Although he did not use his mind-reading ability, the soldier's mental movements were almost as clear as if they were written on his face, and Muhadi could see them clearly.

"On which side is he, in the room with a gilded doorframe. The soldier finally replied honestly, "Templar leader...... I mean, Lord Taisian is usually there at this time, and you can see it when you go. ”

"Thank you. Muhadi replied to him, using some verbal and facial skills to convince him that he was nothing more than a curious passerby, before walking briskly in the direction he was pointing.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that starting from Tessian's side, joining the City Watch is the best option. He was a former Templar warrior and the right-hand man of the Witch King Karak, a powerful man with a deep understanding of how to advance and retreat. Moreover, he joined the revolutionaries in the capacity of meritorious service, and was eager to show that he was good, so he was the most promising. Unlike the gladiators and mercenaries, almost all of them are reckless, xenophobic, and arrogant.

Walking to the gold-framed house, al-Muhadi knocked on them. Then he heard a sonorous response from inside, "Come in!", so he happily pushed the door open and walked into the room.

For a moment, the boy suspected that he had made a mistake, but then he saw Tessian sitting behind a stone desk, looking at him with a frown. Sitting next to him was an acquaintance, with his signature mustache, exaggerated wide-brimmed hat and playful smile, which he could never forget.

"Very good, very good, very good. The mustachioed man smiled and said three times in a row, but there was no good meaning in his eyes. "Isn't this my Psychic Warlock friend, why do you think you haven't won enough from the poor Butcher of Truth to come here and want to continue?"

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