There was the sound of footsteps from the paper-shaped steps of the temple tower, dense and nervous footsteps. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Duo Ji'an was ready for battle, but the reserve food only screamed twice, and then lay under Zhao Mai's feet. In this way, the person who came must be a friend, so Zhao Mai asked Duojian to relax, and he only needed to simply stand up.

The first to rush up was Ricas, whose prosthetic leg was completely finished, just wrapped in strips of cloth and still slowly oozing blood. However, he still held the heartwood spear as a weapon in his other hand, and he was always ready to fight. Butcher followed him with a brand-new greatsword, followed by Cotander and Sadiri with their staffs, and behind them was Tessian, who carried a great axe.

Zhao Mai didn't care, covered the vital point with one hand, and greeted everyone with the other, (?)?? Hi?

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

Satili poked her head out from behind Butcher's tall body with an expression of great surprise: "You stabbed the Witch King to death with a spear naked?"

"Hey!" Zhao Mai was a little annoyed: "There are too many ambiguities in what you say, right?!" But Satili just covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes kept looking at Zhao Mai, it seemed that she must have done it on purpose.

Cotander smiled. He stood quietly, enjoying the peace and happiness that followed the victory. Zhao Mai turned his gaze for help, and the old man shook his white eyebrows, "Look at what I do, I only have one hand, and I am a disabled old man." You're not going to want to get off me, are you?"

"Looks like I'm here. Taicien took off her cloak very quickly and threw it at Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai gently avoided it, let the cloak fall to the ground, and then said to Cotander, "Why is he here?"

"Although the Witch King is dead, you still need my help. Tessian lowered his head slightly, made a half-bow motion, and then straightened up and said, "I'm on your side, I removed most of the guards in advance, otherwise Satili and Cotander wouldn't have been able to approach the stands at all." I also opened the gates for the people to escape, otherwise the Witch King's mana would be stronger. Moreover, I was the one who stopped the guards from attacking you, and then led everyone to the temple tower and opened the gate with my own hands. ”

"Thank you for your contributions in the past. Zhao Mai said. He walked up to the Witch King, stepped barefoot on his face, and pulled the heartwood spear out of his head. Black blood dripped, and the ticking sound was clearly audible. Zhao Mai looked sideways at Tai Xi'an, his eyes showed murderous intent, but his tone was still calm: "And then?"

At that moment, Tessian felt threatened, and his arm shook to pull the axe behind him. But he immediately came to his senses and stopped moving. There are seven people and a dog here, and he is only one of them, or the only one who is alone, and as long as he draws his weapon, it is a dead end. He took a deep breath, and although he wanted to kill all the people in front of him, his expression was more humble, and he bent down deeply.

The bow lasted for five seconds, and then he straightened up, his eyes full of confidence. He clearly did not look like a man at a disadvantage, but like a presidential candidate who stepped onto the podium. "I will be the new King of Tyre! I am the First Templar, and I can take over the power of the Templars in no time, keeping order in the city and avoiding looting, murder, and anything worse. I can save Tyre from division and destruction, and I can keep this success from failing! Without anyone to manage the city, it will be in ruins! There is no better place to manage it than the Templars, who have over a thousand years of experience!"

"Templar, we all know what you've done for over a thousand years!" Shatiri retorted, pursing her lips.

"Everything changes, so help me make things better," Tessian's words sounded so sincere and moving with eager and expectant eyes.

Cotander looked at Zhao Mai and then at Tessian. He clearly felt some pain in his heart, as if something had slipped through it. The old man sighed, took a step forward to block Zhao Mai, and then said to Tai Xi, "First of all, all slaves must be freed. ”

"Of course," said Ctesian, "I promise you. ”

Satili blinked and said, "Abolish lynching, and have a fair trial." ”

"This is good for the construction of order," Tessian nodded, "This is also my wish." He then turned his gaze to Rikas, and the Moors scratched their heads and said, "Uh, relief for the poor slaves...... The poor, help them rebuild their lives. ”

"For the sake of prosperity and freedom in Tyr, I will spare no effort. ”

Butcher snorted, wiped the blood from his face, and said, "We're going to the Witch King's treasury, you open it for us." ”

"Uh......" Tessian hesitated, but if he thought about it, it wasn't his own treasure trove anyway. Lower revenues are expected to be better than nothing. He reacted quickly and immediately made up, "Of course." I'll have to look it up to see which Templar knows the details, though. I've never been a treasure trove keeper after all. ”

In the end, only Zhao Mai remained. Tessian swallowed secretly, but his expression remained confident and friendly, kind but not flattering. He knew very well that if Zhao Mai insisted on killing him, with his credit for killing the Witch King, these people would not really stop him. There may be a verbal condemnation, but that condemnation clearly does not bring back the dead body named Tessian.

"I want something different from theirs. Zhao Mai said, "You said that the Templars could help manage the city, and that is in line with the situation at this point. However, the Templars must become history, as did the reign of the Witch King. My request is for the Masked Alliance to enter the Templars and learn how to administer. Let's start with the City Guard, it's best to learn how to fight and maintain order. Within a year, the Masked League was to manage more than half of the city guards, and then increased each year, not decreasing. ”

Tessian's heart ached, and she only felt dizzy, as if it was dark...... The thump made his cheeks twitch, and he could no longer maintain his expression perfectly. Cottander raised an eyebrow, apparently aware of something from Tesian's expression, and secretly remembering it in his heart. It took more than a dozen seconds for the High Templar to recover, and he straightened up again, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally landing on the Witch King's crown and stopping there. "Okay, I agree. Share...... Power-sharing is what allies and comrades-in-arms should do. He said reluctantly.

Zhao stepped to the side and stepped out of the way, then said, "I'll watch you." You have to remember that you once robbed a man in the desert who had a good memory, and he also killed the Witch King. Yes, you actually robbed the only mortal in history to kill the Witch King, aha, if I were you, I would definitely think about Tyre City sincerely, but I wouldn't dare to let this person hear anything bad. ”

Tessian paused for a moment, then said, "I won't forget." I'll build a monument so that this thing will live on forever. ”

Well, he meant to imply that there were other Witch Kings out there! Tyre was just one of many cities ruled by Witch Kings, and 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, and he Taixi is still very important and can't be overly oppressed.

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

The Moors immediately became anxious: "No, you killed Karak, we all know that." ”

"Actually, we killed Karak," Zhao Mai corrected. He looked at everyone's faces, taking everyone's expressions to heart. "We can't do this without any of them, not even Tessian," he said sincerely. However, for the sake of Tyre, for the sake of all the unliberated slaves of Atas, the slave gladiator Rikas killed the witch king Karak was the best option. I'm just a passer-by with no origin, and I'm not as well-known as Ricas. Now the city of Tyre needs a hero, and it needs to build up the confidence to win. And my name obviously can't do that. ”

Cotander was the first to understand what Zhao Mai meant, and came up and patted Rikas on the shoulder: "Mike is right, Tyre City needs you to stand up, and we are all willing to make you a hero." This is never an honor, but a heavy burden, and may even become a bondage. You are carrying it for all of us, in order to keep the slaves alive forever. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, if the Witch King's assassins come to deal with you, I'll help you keep an eye on them and kill them first. Butcher clenched his fists and gave him an encouraging look.

"Thank you all......" Rikas took a deep breath and smiled on his face, "As the first thing I decided for myself after freedom, I chose to follow your advice. ”

Tessian lowered his head and snorted softly, but caught a glimpse of the expressionless Dogian out of the corner of his eye. With this uneasiness, Tessian walked over to the Witch King's mangled corpse, crouched down, and picked up the golden crown, the thing he had always dreamed of.

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

Tessian stepped out of the platform and stood in the sunlight of Tyre, placing his crown on both hands, "Long live the King." He could only whisper.

Zhao Mai raised a middle finger behind his back. It's just that he has no clothes on, so wouldn't it be too much to raise his middle finger at this time. Satili couldn't help it, and laughed behind the back of the "enthroned" king. (To be continued.) )