"What is this you wearing around your neck?" a Gaisce overseer looked Zhao Mai up and down. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This eerie synthetic race is somewhere between humans, elves, and reptiles, thin, slender, and hunchbacked. The fleshy and bony head is as slender as a locust, and the bubbling eyes without eyelids are forever secreting a sticky, smelly substance. They don't have a good job of work, but they have excellent eyesight and a good memory, which is especially annoying to slaves.

"Help me take it off," Zhao Mai said to the Gaiser with a wave of his hand to drive away the flies around him.

Ignoring him, he circled around Zhao Mai and asked, "Where is your slave mark?"

"I'm not a slave, I don't have that kind of thing. ”

"Pull him down, stamp him! he's now a slave of the Karak Witch King!" the Gaiss roared, summoning a half-giant overseer.

A mix of hill giants, trolls, and humans (why there are always humans, that's something to think about), half-giants have an innate advantage in size. They are very powerful, hard-working, and quite loyal, and they are essential subordinates at home, working, fighting, and carrying black pots.

The half-giant held Zhao Mai down, lifted a red-hot soldering iron, and pressed it his waist. After the smell of burnt flesh passed, a pattern resembling a skeleton appeared on the otherwise smooth skin.

Zhao Mai gritted his teeth, but the sharp pain of burning his skin was very unbearable. The moment he howled out in pain, he knew what a great person Qiu Shaoyun was who died in the fire at the age of 26.

Fortunately, he is still alive, and he still has a chance to avenge himself. The bulging eye bubbles continued to spray sticky saliva, and said to Zhao Mai with a smile: "Remember, work hard in the future, otherwise your fine skin and tender meat will definitely be drawn into tatters soon!"

"Don't let me meet you alone, you bug!" Zhao Mai gasped and said to the Gais.

There were still many slaves behind, and Drum Eye Bubble didn't care about the threat of a slave, just waved his hand and let the half-giant escort Zhao Mai away.

Naturally, the living conditions of the slaves were extremely poor, and the daily work was extremely arduous. Zhao Mai and thirty other slaves were crammed into a six-square-meter room, and everyone had to take turns sleeping. However, the house is close but not against the wall, so there is a narrow space on the outside of the house to hide. The nights in the desert are very cold, and living outside is a terrible ordeal. But here, Zhao Mai could avoid the sight of others and be with the reserve grain and Xiaohua, so he grabbed this position and gave up the space in the room to others.

Zhao Mai's job position is constantly changing, moving bricks, building walls, repairing scaffolding, and pulling pulley cranes, so he has a clear view of the purple first-floor platform inside and out. The entire temple tower will have seven floors, and the exterior will be decorated with seven colors from low to high, including purple, blue, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red. Everyone thought that the temple was meant to celebrate the power of the Witch King, but its true purpose was deeply hidden.

The Witch King is already one of the strongest forces in the world at the moment, but he still hasn't reached the limit. After combining arcane and psychic abilities, the Witch Kings have developed a legendary spell that will take them one step further: a series of spells called Dragonborne. The difficulty of this spell is above the ninth level of spells, and it has touched the edge of divine power. After one to ten dragon transformation techniques of varying difficulty, the Witch King can transform his body, spirit, soul, and strength into the form of a dragon, so that all of them can rise to the level of a higher deity, and he is the Dragon Emperor.

At present, Atas has a witch king who has become the Dragon Emperor. It was with this power that the Thirteenth Witch King, Polis, persuaded the other Witch Kings to defeat their creator, the Atrodido Warlock Rajat, and banished him to the empty dark plane. The Dragon Emperor used his power to guard Rajat and prevent him from coming out, while trying to learn more advanced knowledge from him.

The Karak Witch King was not the lucky one to become the Dragon Emperor, but like the other Witch Kings, he had mastered the spells of dragon magic. The whole process of transforming into a dragon is a long and unexpectedly long journey, and it will take at least hundreds of years of sustained energy to go down step by step, collect spellcasting materials, and prepare a safe spellcasting environment. The last dragon spell alone takes years to cast, not counting the subsequent transformation and transformation process. Especially when casting spells, the Witch King has no energy to take care of other things, and will become relatively vulnerable, and the other Witch Kings are also watching each other, waiting for the opponent to show a flaw. Because once it is disturbed, the dragon transformation technique will fail, all the resources invested by the Witch King will be consumed in vain, and the Witch King himself will be affected and his strength will be reduced. As a result, the safe casting time has become the biggest obstacle to the dragon magic.

Karak didn't want to take such a big risk, let alone wait that long, he wanted to gain the authority of the Dragon Emperor earlier and catch up with the progress of the strong Polis.

After a long period of magical research and technical excavation, he found a way to greatly shorten the process, condensing the changes of the years into a magnificent spectacle. It was a magnificent celebration that required the sacrifice of tens of thousands of lives, so the Witch King of Karak held a grand gladiatorial tournament and built a huge device to absorb life energy, the Temple Tower.

However, no one in Tyre knew about the Witch King's plans, and even the Templars were kept in the dark. They took a large number of slaves from iron mines, farms, and workshops, all of which were used to build temple towers. Of course, these slaves will end up in the gladiatorial arena, and in case the audience is not enough on that day, these slaves will also give their lives to the great plan of the Witch King.

Zhao Mai looked at the foundation of the temple tower in front of him, knowing that there was an evil device hidden in it that was going to absorb life in the future. It was impossible to break it, and a group of Templars and the Witch King's priests checked the quality of the project and checked its progress every day. Zhao Mai and a group of people are in charge of an area, and as long as there is a fault in this area, everyone will be ruthlessly killed. Zhao Mai not only can't destroy himself, but also stares at others can't destroy, so he only has one choice left: study.

In other worlds, the difference between Arcane and Druid Force spells is significant, but in Attath it is somewhat blurred. Here, with the exception of psychic abilities, the source of all spells is actually the same, which is the life force of the entire planet, that is, the force of nature. The greatest contribution of the primordial warlock Rajat was to use the natural force as the foundation to create the entire arcane system.

Zhao Mai didn't have time to learn the arcane, he only cared about how the tower absorbed the life force, and how much did this have in common with the skills he learned from Wadsworth? It stands to reason that the temple tower didn't allow Karak to complete the dragon transformation technique in the end, he was killed in the process of casting the spell. But no one can guarantee that Zhao Mai is walking on this historical line.

As he worked, he tried to get into the Force-sensing state. Originally, it was impossible to enter meditation during the event, but on the first floor of the temple tower, it was actually possible. A faint but real force of nature surrounded Zhao Mai, as if he had entered a shallow meditation.

Hiding in the gap between the house and the wall at night, Zhao Mai shares the food he stole from the reserves, and at the same time, with the help of Xiaohua, he organizes his Force and removes the adverse effects on himself. In this huge city, it is finally possible to do without eating raw things. Reserve grain goes out with Xiaohua every day, and uses his elusive skills to walk through the streets and alleys. Although these foods will stain the puppy's saliva, they are still a hundred times better than the "food" in the slave camp.

With unprecedented concentration, Zhao Mai grasped every possibility of cultivation as much as possible. He knew that he couldn't waste any opportunity, without the guarantee of strength, all ideas were in the mirror.