More than four months passed, and Zhao Mai stayed in the slave camp. Although www.biquge.info is not as heavily guarded and closely monitored as a prison, it is not too difficult to leave, but he did not leave. It wasn't the stench of slave camps, the Gas's perpetually wide eyeballs, or the Templars' eyeliner that trapped him, but the world of slavery. Even if he left the construction site and entered the city, he would have nowhere to hide if he had no friends. He is surrounded by informants trying to get a share of the reward for the capture of the fugitive. Only by raising the power first can it be possible to coerce others and protect oneself.

Daily torture and suffering have become the norm for Zhao Mai, and at the same time, they have also become his motivation to improve himself. Both psychic abilities and the sensing of the natural force have made great progress. The repression collar around his neck had less and less of an effect on him, and he was able to pull off some simple ability tricks even without the isolation of the Viper's belt.

As for the physical exertion, with the support of the natural force, it does not bother him much. Every morning, he was able to meet the day's hard work in a full state, and he did not have to hold back for the next day, as everyone else does. Therefore, he has never missed the deadline, nor has he been whipped because of quality problems.

Others don't have that luck. The person who originally shared the same room with him had already changed three times. Either he died, or because of punishment, he was sent to work in an even more terrible iron mine, and he would never see the sun for the rest of his life. Strange to say, the sun of Athas always brings the heat of death, but embracing the sun is still the wish of every Athas, especially at the end of life.

During this time, he met Tessian several times on the construction site. In the first month, he appeared only once, but in the last month, he has appeared six or seven times. Zhao Mai consciously avoided Tai Xi's attention and never appeared by his side. Upon hearing rumors, Ctesian was reinstated and reinstated as a Templar in construction. Zhao Mai knew in his heart that the Temple Tower had become a place of right and wrong, and there was not much time left for him.

He never dared to let his guard down. Unlike Gralion, he now has no friends around him, and he is truly in danger, and a moment of relaxation can lead to death. Maybe only when he was holding the reserve food, when he had Xiaohua to help keep watch, could he really close his eyes and rest.

The temple tower of the Karak Witch King is getting taller and higher, five of the seven floors are completed, the sixth is also half complete, and the seventh floor has nothing to do with spells, just decoration. From the top of the tower, Zhao Mai could look down on the big arena next door. Every day there were skirmishes or trainings, and every day there was blood staining the sand red. On two occasions, he saw Butcher and Ricas, plus a muscular female fighter, as the three of them teamed up against the twelve fighters opposite.

The trio won the final victory with the death of the female fighter, winning sparse applause and bloodstained bodies. Before the start of the Temple Tower Athletic Tournament, there were no exciting games in the Colosseum, and the number of spectators was limited. It is said that this is to have more participants during the temple tower meeting.

Unbeknownst to these people, they would be sacrificed to the throne of the Dragon Emperor, and that the Witch King of Karak would rely on the power of these sacrifices to transform himself into the Atath Dragon.

When the sixth floor is completed, the temple tower will be closed, and it will be impossible to find out the Witch King's secret plans. Zhao Mai relied on his prophetic foresight, and he was probably the only person other than the Witch King who could see the spell of the "Altar of Atas" clearly from beginning to end. Before the sixth layer was capped, Zhao Mai used this magic circle earlier than the Witch King to help him create a cultivation environment for the natural force and psychic abilities. In three days, this facility will cease to exist. It is said that the Witch King himself will descend a part of his consciousness into the temple tower and use a magic barrier to protect it, so no one dares to do anything else.

As early as two months ago, Zhao Mai deliberately released the news that the temple tower would greatly strengthen the strength of the Witch King, and the rule of Tyre City would be even more cruel, and perhaps more than half of the slaves would be "liberated" from the farmland, and they could be sent to the iron mines to do hard labor, and life and death were unpredictable. It is even possible that there are more slaves actually in Tyre than needed, and a considerable number may have to be "cut off".

I believe that the eyeliner of the "Masked Alliance" among the slaves should also hear this news. It was a group of fanatics who wanted to overthrow the rule of the witch king and free the slaves, beautiful ideals, and a powerful intelligence system, but neither in terms of strength nor tactics, they could only be regarded as inferior. Zhao Mai wouldn't pin his hopes on others, especially the Masked Alliance, but it was okay to rely on them to make trouble.

In recent times, things have indeed changed. The project, which was about to be completed, suddenly flooded with a large number of slaves. According to the slaves, they were all forced over by the Templars while working for their original owners. The slave owners who dared to say "no" are now the dry bones of the wasteland. It seems that Karak's patience is getting worse and worse as the Tower of Spells nears completion.

With the exception of the Hippodrome and the Temple Tower, Tyre has lost its former bustle. Especially at night, when there are fewer and fewer lights, many urban areas have become dark and dead. Even if Zhao Mai didn't spread the news, the Masked Alliance should be vigilant at this time. Didn't the Witch King want his rule, and what prompted him to do so? These two questions should prompt the Masked Alliance to think and give them enough reason to destroy the temple tower.

So, it doesn't make much sense to stay in the temple tower any longer. Zhao Mai ordered the viper's belt to wrap around the pressing necklace, then used the Psychic Force to his fingertips and twisted the lock of the collar. Only a sufficiently strong and ingenious psychic force can unravel this thing, and Zhao Mai has found the law after a long time of exploration, but he has never planned to leave.

With a click, the shackle that Tessian had left him slowly slid down his neck. In an instant, Zhao Mai's psychic ability suddenly exploded, cheering and jumping, filling and occupying every nerve in his body. At the same time, the natural force that has been contained in the body for a long time also breaks through the blockade and burrows into the dried cells, radiating vitality. Under the ecstasy of both body and mind, Zhao Mai was almost unsteady on his feet, staggering, his eyes closed, and breathing rapidly.

It took about half a minute for him to calm down, and it felt good to regain full control of his body. Squatting, doing a few push-ups, standing up, jumping, he is already like himself in the mangroves. This body is lighter, more agile and more dangerous.

Zhao Mai looked down at the pressing collar in his hand, smiled slightly, and hung it on his belt. He needed to find a good reason for his disappearance, and settle his feud with a few overseers.

Using the force of nature, it still took Zhao Mai a few months to completely get rid of the mark on his back - how could he go back to see his parents? So Zhao Mai beckoned, let the reserve grain carry the small flower quietly behind him, and then dived into the darkness together.