Cotander lowered his staff and cast a spell with one hand, opening the spell that closed the secret door. He personally pushed open the door www.biquge.info then led everyone forward. It's a new secret stronghold of the Masked Alliance, known only to Cotander alone, and it's one of the safest places to be. He hid the Heartwood Spear here before rushing to the underground ruins to rescue Shatiri and the others.

In the dark room, in the dark grid, there were two spears of about one and a half meters wrapped in layers of cloth painted with runes. Cortander lifted the strip of cloth, revealing a horn of the spear, instantly suppressing all the magic and psychic abilities around it.

"This is the halfling's weapon, the Heartwood Spear. ”

Seemingly two inconspicuous wooden spears, rough handwork and inferior materials. There are also some unpolished burrs on the shaft, which feel very light in the hand, and seem to break when broken.

"The Heartwood Spear can pierce through all barriers of magic and psychic abilities, and whoever wields it is not harmed by magical and psychic abilities. Cotander set the obsidian staff aside, for the effect of the staff had been suppressed after the Heartwood Spear had been removed. "Anyway, the halfling agreed to lend the Heartwood Spear on the condition that he kill the Witch King Karak and prevent him from turning into a dragon. ”

"How did the halfling know about the Witch King Karak's plan?" Zhao Mai felt very strange.

"They have their own way, and I don't understand that. In fact, it wasn't until the halfling told me about the dragon transformation that I connected all of Karak's actions and clues. Cotander handed the Heartwood Spear to Butcher and Ricas, "You two are going to the arena, so I'll leave it to you." Both Satili and Mike have recommended you to me, and I have weighed you, and you are indeed our greatest hope and best choice. ”

"You're right to do that. Butcher took the spear in his hand and spun it around twice. "Hey, you know what, there's no psychic cacophony in my ears, and the world is so quiet. ”

Zhao Mai asked for the Heart Wood Spear from Rikas's hand, feeling the suppression of the surrounding power by this weapon. The path to entry and exit of psychic abilities is blocked, and so must the magical energy, but the Force of Nature is suppressed but still functioning. He was about to try casting a druid spell, but the thought of blasphemy and the profane energy vortex made him hold back.

Zhao Mai clearly remembered how Cotander reprimanded Satili for overusing magic, it was a rather "fanatical" guardian mage, maybe he would tear his face with himself because of this incident. Zhao Mai returned the heartwood spear to Rikas and said, "If you two throw it together, maybe the chances of success are a little greater." ”

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. "The Heartwood Spear is not afraid of magic or psychic abilities to penetrate any armor's defenses, but it is still a weapon, and the Witch King only needs to keep the others in his way." Moreover, the Heartwood Spear can't penetrate the magic barrier indefinitely, and each layer it destroys will also reduce its lethality, so we also need to find a way to remove the magic protection around the Witch King. ”

"Can this be done? The Witch King's spell casting ability is very strong, and your strength is ......"

"Actually, most of the barriers will be made by those blasphemer mages, and the Witch King doesn't always do these little things himself, so it's not a big problem. Sadiri and I will take care of this, as long as Tessian doesn't do anything about it. ”

Satili grimaced, thinking of the torture the Templars had inflicted on her and the slaves around her. "We can't fully trust Cessian, who may fear the witch king more than he fears death, so he will betray us at any time. All it takes is a word, a look, or an inappropriate gesture for the Witch King to search Tysian's brain out of suspicion, and everything is exposed. ”

"It's dangerous, but there's nothing better we can do. "I believe that the cause of justice and freedom will win!"

"Maybe it's not like there's no other way. Zhao Mai touched his chin, still thinking about the Minotaur in his head. Originally, it was supposed to be only Rikas who threw one heartwood spear, but now the heartwood spear has become two, which must be the Minotaur's ghost. Why did he do this? Isn't he asking himself for trouble by chopping off Ricas's arm and pulling out an extra heartwood spear?

Zhao Mai felt that if he could figure this thing out, then the Minotaur's plan would come to light, and he would be able to grasp the opportunity for victory.

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A few weeks later, Rikas and Butcher walked side by side into the Colosseum for the final. They **** their upper bodies, with only a cloth belt around their waists and shorts, and they are all barefoot. The rules of the arena meant that no weapons were allowed to be carried upon entry, and all gladiators set off from the edge of the arena and rushed to the stepped pyramid set up in the center of the circular arena. The one who manages to capture the summit and pay tribute to the Witch King will be the final winner.

Everyone's weapons were placed at the base of the pyramid, scattered in a random circle, and the heartwood spear was among them, which was arguably the least noticeable, especially compared to the swords, spears, and halberds that shimmered with metal. Combined, however, none of the weapons were as eye-catching as Ricas's sword, as it was the only weapon that was allowed to be carried with you in the first place.

It wasn't without other Templars who disputed Tysian's favoritism, but these complaints quickly faded into the Witch King's ears like snow in the desert. In fact, Tessian knew that even if the Masked Alliance marched into the arena with a banner, it would not attract much attention from the Karak Witch King, not to mention the entry of slaves with swords in the field. The withered and reptile-looking King of Tyre had turned away from the mundane and cared only for his temple tower.

Every day he walked out of the Great Pyramid where he lived, and went to the temple tower to inspect it, and no one was allowed to follow him. Tessian always waited at the entrance and exit of the temple tower, her head bowed, and she looked at the Witch King out of the corner of her eye. He captures a kind of excitement and greed, part of the Witch King's rarely revealed feelings. At that time, Tessian fully understood that the so-called power, the so-called Tyre City, were things that could be discarded for the Witch King, and only power was eternal.

Only power is eternal, Ctesian kept saying to herself. Only in this way could he suppress his nervousness, still standing beside the Witch King with a serious face and meticulousness. They were located on a protruding platform on the west side of the Colosseum, with dragon-shaped eaves overhead, so that they could avoid direct sunlight from the afternoon when they competed. Moreover, this position can be directly opposite the temple tower on the east side of the arena, and the Witch King's eyes are more often resting on the magic masterpiece.

"Thesian, my High Templar, I am pleased with your recent service. The Witch King's gaze scanned the audience in the arena, and after licking his lips, he said slowly, "Do you know how many people are sitting down there?"

"All the seats were full, 23,000 people in all. ”

"Well, how many men have you sent to maintain order?"

"All the Templars and half of the City Guard. Tessian bent over and lowered his head very low, feeling a chill on his exposed neck, a feeling he had rarely felt in his life. When was the last time?Ctesian forced her mind to drift away from the keywords of the Masked Alliance, the Assassination, and the Temple Tower. Oh, by the way, Tessian remembered. That was when I was a child, when I was still learning psychic abilities from my teacher. A group of desert bandits attempt to attack Tyre provokes the displeasure of the Witch King Karak. He cast his magic and covered the entire sky, sending down red lightning that burned all the attackers to charcoals. At that time, he had an idea: in front of the Witch King, a person's magic and psychic abilities are meaningless, and only climbing the steps of power is his life's pursuit.

His lips moved, and he almost told him everything. Perhaps the Witch King will forgive me and reward me for my faithfulness. ’

The Witch King sat on a tall throne of pure gold, his chin held and looked at the crowd below the platform. He waved his hand like a fly, "Tessian, you don't have to be here. Wait until the competition begins, go and ask your people to seal the door. ”

Tessian took a deep breath, closed her mouth, threw her head lower, and went out backwards. (To be continued.) )