The slave quarters were a very crowded and disorganized place, especially after three times the number of staff was crammed in at once, and it was no longer possible to establish strict supervision. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 InfoOnly in the direction of a few exits, trained desert battle lizards use their keen sense of smell to detect each person, preventing those inside from escaping, and also preventing the Masked Alliance from coming in and causing ghosts.

The Templars relied heavily on their lizards. Most of them have simple spell casting abilities and are more sensitive than animals, but none of them can stay on alert all day, let alone cast spells. When a superior comes to inspect it, the gates will be lit up to detect magic, which is purely beautiful and has almost no practical use. The only use was that the light was like a warning light, almost a message to the slaves and the Masked League.

At a time when the Templars didn't need to hand out books, invisibility was able to fool them. However, ordinary invisibility is only a visual effect, and does not hide sounds, let alone odors. The vibrations of walking, the temperature changes caused by movement, and the ubiquitous wind can all expose stalkers. That's why the guards put a lot of effort into cultivating and training all kinds of animals, using their powerful senses to guard against enemies who try to sneak around. There is nothing good for ordinary people to deal with these animals, but druids are clearly not included. Zhao Mai used the animal ignorance technique, and the lizards would ignore him. Then he just had to find out which guards were lazy and resting, and he could pass from where.

The layout of the temple tower construction site and the slave camp has been clear to Zhao Mai for a few months. Hiding in the darkness and carefully bypassing a few sentry posts, there were bursts of laughter not far ahead, accompanied by bursts of dice. There was a casino in the camp, and not only the guards and overseers, but sometimes some slaves would go and play with a couple to see if they could get more money in their hands. One asks, how can slaves have money, and the Templars must always reward their eyeliners, otherwise how can they catch the traitors of the Masked League, and how can they find the lazy ones who are stealing and playing tricks in construction?

Most of the slaves who had some money would come here, except that it was the only place to receive them, and to be able to experience the joy of winning and the pain of losing all together with the commoners, overseers, and low-ranking officials, the slaves would have the illusion for a moment that they were also free. They forget for a moment about the humble shacks, the food that is hard to swallow and can't fill their stomachs, the endless work and whipping, and the death that can come at any moment.

Recently, the frequency of killing slaves has decreased a bit, and even the whipping has decreased a lot, and it is possible that the Witch King of Karak also wants to have as much tribute as possible to keep and die together in the end. It was good news for the slaves, but it didn't have much to do with Zhao Mai anymore, he got rid of the Gais, found an overseer or guard by the way, disguised his death, and then prepared to leave.

Gaisers are not allowed to participate in gambling, especially dice rolling and card play. Their eyesight and memory are so good that most of them have psychic abilities that are cheating on everyone else. When the casino opened, the gasers had to go for other entertainment, such as alcohol, such as women.

Zhao Mai avoided the guards' sight, and at the same time avoided the vigilance of the lizards, and entered the "entertainment area". Here, like any other slave eyeliner (informer), he can puff up his chest, sway, and preferably make a drunken pose. No one would come up and search him, except for the gamblers who had lost all their money and wanted to get a little money from the slaves to turn the tables around. But tonight's gamble has just begun, and it's unlikely that we'll run into such an unlucky fool now.

A drunken slave walked up, and he kept shaking the small money bag in his hand. It was a fine linen purse sewn with silver thread, and the bone coins inside made a dull crashing sound. I don't know who he betrayed today, but it seems that he must have done it for the first time: on the one hand, he did not have the mental vigilance of collecting the money, and on the other hand, he drank so quickly and so drunk, probably to hide the fear or guilt in his heart.

Zhao Mai didn't want to get drunk, which would increase the risk of exposure. He wanted to get around, but he didn't expect the other party to pounce on him. "You too...... Are you too?" the man slurred, mixing garlic under his feet. Zhao Mai didn't dare to be careless. Although Tai Xian ignored him for a long time, Zhao Mai has been guarding against the appearance of "Tai Xi's killer". Coupled with the influence of the spiritual energy brought up by the temple tower for a long time, I can't help but be a little nervous.

Zhao Mai focused his mind on the psychic ability, and then stretched out his arms forward, as if to catch the other party. But he imagined that from his embrace, two entangled pipes stretched out, transporting the spiritual energy to the outside, transforming into a clenched fist.

The summoned psionic fist was almost completely transparent and very aggressive, swinging hard at the drunk's cheek. I heard a thud, the drunk's teeth mixed with blood and saliva full of alcohol flew out, and this thin body of less than a hundred pounds leaned straight back, fell to the sand with a pop, twisted his neck back half a circle, and hung up.

"Uh, so unbeaten?" Zhao Mai scratched his head, unsure if the other party was too weak or if he had improved too much compared to before. He thought about two fists to retract into his body, and the remaining psionic energy returned. Psionic energy has the advantage of sending and receiving as you like, and in the case of a less urgent situation, you can absorb the unused energy back according to your mind and use it as a supplement for yourself. Then he looked at the drunkard and thought that he couldn't just throw him on the passage, wouldn't it be bad if he attracted attention too soon?Zhao Mai wanted to kill an overseer or a Templar in disguise, but the drunk was so unlucky that he had to take advantage of it. Zhao Mai picked him up, as if he was carrying a sack, and quickly left the scene of the crime.

If it weren't for months of hard work, Zhao Mai wouldn't have been able to exercise the physical strength to run and jump with the corpse on his back.

The Gaises all look alike, but there are only two Gaiss in charge of checking and registering slaves, and all the slaves have met with him and have been abused by him to varying degrees, so information about his residence is simply public. Perhaps he believed too much in the protection that slavery brought him, or perhaps he was a fool and had no awareness of it, but in any case, he occupied a separate hut to live in, and only a simple latch to protect himself.

The reserve went around the hut, sniffing lightly and sticking out his tongue to indicate that there was nothing wrong. Zhao Mai put his hand on the door, imagining that he was the T-1000 from the Terminator movie, and that his body part could slowly penetrate through the gap in the door panel and re-condense a hand on the opposite side. If you want to talk about the most important imagination in the psychic ability, I'm afraid that the whole Atas doesn't add up to as much as the mess in Zhao Mai's mind.

According to his own training, the energy from the heart fulfilled his command and quietly raised the latch, followed by a quiet opening. The bubbling eye was still asleep, and its eyes, which had no eyelids and could never be closed, were of no use at all. Perhaps in his sleep, he would have a nightmare: the Grim Reaper crept in through the door, tied the deadly lasso around his neck, and then slowly tightened until he had finished his last breath.

Zhao Mai didn't use such complicated tricks. He looked at his surroundings, then stabbed it in the throat with a tiled dagger, which had been sharpened. At the same time, he used his psychic ability to flip the sheet over and blindfold the Gais's struggling head.

He didn't want the Gaisers to see his face all the time.

While psychic abilities that are powerful enough to find clues in the minds of the dead, a powerful person like the Witch King should not care about a dead minion. Zhao Mai put his collar on the drunkard's corpse and took most of his and Bubble Eye's money. After that, of course, it is the common choice of most of the "bad guys": set a fire.

This fire doesn't need to be too big, as long as it can burn up, and by the way, it can burn the drunkard's face. By the time everyone came to Yangsha to put out the fire, Zhao Mai had already slipped past the warlizard's cordon again with the reserve grain, and quietly came to Tyre City.

Just as he breathed a long sigh of relief and was about to celebrate his "temporary freedom", a voice suddenly sounded from behind him. "That's a good job. Would you like to mess with me?"