Things seem to be starting to get bad. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Tai Xi'an sat in the courtyard, letting the wind and sand blow on his face, and the sunset slanted. His mind was still on the afternoon when he met the Witch King.

"When the tournament begins, you and your Templar are to close all entrances and exits and prevent anyone from leaving. The Witch King put his hand on his shoulder. Shriveled and withered, it was more like an animal's claws than a human limb. With the power of magic, the Witch King should have been forever young, but why did he become a dying appearance? There was actually power in this world that could hurt the Witch King? Aren't they living gods, aren't they invincible?

Tessian suppressed his doubts and lowered his head as well.

"Do you think the whole project can be completed in three weeks?" the Witch King's voice drifted into his ears and into his heart at the same time. "I think the big game should start in two months. What do you think, Tessian?"

Sweating down, Tessian pondered the king's intentions in his heart. The deadline for the construction has been brought forward again and again, and now it is more than three months earlier than when the plan was started, is it necessary to continue to advance it now? Why is the king in such a hurry? Can the construction site be fulfilled according to his intentions?

Despite the misgivings, keeping the king waiting meant punishment, flogging or execution, or a combination of so, whipping to death. Carefully choosing her words, she replied, "Your Majesty, it is difficult to complete the whole work in three weeks, but I will redouble my efforts, and I will definitely start the great competition within two months." ”

"Look at me. The Witch King said suddenly. Tessian's heart rose to his throat and he hurriedly raised his head. The Witch King's eyes turned into vertical pupils, like poisonous snakes, which was another strange change. He spoke with a hissing sound, a strange sound that always lingered in Tessian's ears. "I want to believe you, High Templar. By the way, you're now the Chief Templar in charge of the construction work, and you're still the Chief Templar in the big athletic competitions, so you have a lot of responsibility. Don't let me down, you know?"

"I'm disappointed that Dogian didn't find out what the Masked Alliance was doing in my temple tower. The Witch King's tone was calm and cold, and his gaze revealed the same meaning. But she had done her best to make up for it, so she still had a small life. She is no longer a Templar and her family property has been confiscated. But as a reward for your faithfulness, all the slaves are yours. I know you can do a good job, better than Dogian, don't you?"

"Yes, great hosts, I would do better. ”

"Well, I believe that with you, the Masked Alliance will not come to cause chaos again. The Witch King waved his hand, letting Tessian out of his sight.

To this day, Tessian still doesn't know how he left the Great Pyramid. Using the masked alliance to frame Dogian, did the Witch King know about this? He didn't dare to think about the details, afraid that his thoughts would be known by the Witch King. But he couldn't help but think about the Witch King's order to close and seal off the arena gates.

He had done the usual door sealing many times, but this time he felt deeply uneasy. He himself will be inside the Gate, with his Templars, the councillors of Tyre, and the great merchants, as well as thousands of slaves. The Witch King doesn't give meaningless orders, so what is he going to do this time? If he does something bad, it means that he is also included, and I am afraid that there is no escape.

Combined with the recent changes in the Witch King's appearance and his increasingly anxious mood, Tessian had to think about it in many ways.

The trainer on the manor opened the tinkling bone curtain and walked in, and said to him in a humble tone: "Master Taician, the round-shelled beetle in the beast pen has gone crazy again and has bitten the beast tamer to death. This is the third animal trainer to die in two months. ”

"Recruit another one, you useless fellow. Don't bother me with such trivial things. Tessian was upset, because of the matter of sealing the gate, so there were two words constantly ringing in his mind, that is, "sealed" and "dead". He couldn't be distracted until he figured out the secret. Tessian said to the trainer: "From today onwards, don't report about the gladiator training, you can do it yourself." You just need to remember one thing: my gladiator is going to be a champion, and other rankings mean that your time of death is up. ”

The trainer was ecstatic, but still had a humble expression on his face: "Yes master, do as you command." ”

The carabiner in the slave camp who suddenly went berserk bit three animal trainers, each of whom had tried to bully the weaker slaves, and each of whom had been insulting to Rikas, whose deaths did not seem like a coincidence. The trainer has never been able to find the connection, and with the death of the animal trainer, it is impossible to find out. So, Butcher can sit in the black cell underground with peace of mind and continue his behind-the-scenes command. Although only the small window with cement strips on the door was connected to the outside, it was enough for him to establish a psychic dialogue with the round-shell beetle.

Since learning psychic abilities, a new world has unfolded in Butcher's mind. In this world, even the honey-producing insects who only know how to eat and sleep stupidly can talk to him. For a time he thought it was his own fantasy, like his wife's voice that kept appearing in her sleep, saying things that his wife would never say. Since this is a fantasy, he keeps saying it, without any scruples. But later, when the round-shelled beetle dragged the animal trainer who sprinkled sand in the food to the cage and ate it at his command, he realized that something was wrong.

That's the first one, and then another animal trainer who ** the slave girl disappeared into the mouth of another round-shell beetle, and he really determined his new ability, and he was still complacent. As everyone knows, when he affects the insects, the thinking of the round-shell beetle will also slowly affect him, and more violent and primitive emotions will brew. Fortunately, after a frenzied process, these emotions were released, and he was able to calm down for a while. And after this, his ability to connect with the round shell beetle seems to have become stronger, and even through a thick layer of soil, they can talk in their minds.

'The animal trainer tastes so good. The thoughts of the round-shell beetle were filled with joy. 'I wonder how slaves taste?'

'You are not allowed to eat slaves, they don't have enough to eat, they don't have good food.' Butcher said to the beetle, 'Slave owners with fat stomachs should eat it.' ’

"Someone is looking for you," the beetle shook its antennae, and even this movement Butcher could sense through the four dimensions, and perhaps soon he would have enough strength and skill to open up the sharing of sight and sound. It's the cripple whose arm has turned into a sword. The round-shelled beetle said.

'That's Ricas, you must not eat him, you know?' Butcher repeatedly.

Sure enough, a moment later, Ricas's footsteps could be heard in the darkness. "What's the matter, Ricas, what's going on with your arm?"

"Fortunately, after the ointment, I have almost recovered, and all that remains is to adapt. There's still time, and I'll still be the strongest in the gladiatorial arena. Ricas's expression was full of sadness, "I'm here to tell you something else. ”

"What's the matter? I'm going to be locked up here until I'm old?"

"Mike is dead. Rikas had his head against the cell door, his voice choked. "He was burned to death, just a few days ago in the night. They found his collar. Sorry to tell you the bad news. ”

Silence spread across the doors, then suddenly dispelled by a loud burst of laughter. "Ricas, what bad news! It's good news, great news. Butcher's big eyes sparkled through the crack in the door. "A burnt corpse, that just means Mike has escaped! he'll be coming for us soon!"