Five low-ranking Templars dressed in lilac costumes entered the tavern and slammed their bone staff on the ground: "The king has ordered that the rebels of the Masked Alliance be strictly investigated, and that all citizens, merchants, and slaves be re-registered with the House within a month." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info will be arrested by the Templar! Those who do not match the registration will be arrested! Citizens and merchants who complete the registration will receive tickets to the Temple Tower Athletic Conference. ”

"We are all loyal subjects of the Witch King!" the people in the tavern said in their own tones, and then raised their glasses in salute as they watched the Templars leave. Of course, no one knows how much of this wine is a curse for the ruler, and how much of it is despair for the present life. Anyway, it tastes no different than before.

This decree came from Tessian's head in order to forge a closer alliance with the council as soon as possible, and to take the opportunity to crack down on the Masked Alliance and those political opponents associated with the Masked Alliance. The Witch King Karak didn't care about it, but when he heard about the part that included the admission ticket, he suddenly became interested and agreed without saying a word. For this, he also rewarded Tessian, promoted him to a higher position, and took full charge of the organization of the athletic conference. "You will continue to be rewarded. "That's what the Witch King promised.

A distraught Ctesian immediately mobilized his men and began patrolling Tyre to collect evidence. The Witch King is now only concerned with two things, the Temple Tower and the Athletic Convention. As long as it is related to these two things, any proposal can be easily passed. Taicien wants to get the full management of the temple tower, so that he can use these two things to get the management of the city guard, then he can really be under one person and above ten thousand.

The deals and conspiracy behind them are unknown to ordinary people, not even some of the Templars who have a stake in them. The Masked Alliance smells the risks, but not all of them have that fast news channels. Satili didn't know about the false alarm across the wall, and still took Zhao Mai to quickly evacuate downward. Underneath the inn, there are very complex underground passages that lead to the even more complex underground city of Tyre.

The city of Tyre has stood tall in the desert for a long time, and the wind and sand continue to invade it without stopping for a second, day after day, year after year. Although it is blocked by the magic power of the Witch King, after a long period of accumulation, Tyre City must increase its own height, that is, it is forced to continue to build upwards. The large slope at the gate of the city is based on a long-term perspective, directly stipulating that the construction of the city must be on the slope, leaving a certain height to cope with the wind and sand. This means that some of the old Tyre cities before the Witch King Age or the Desert Age have become unusable because they have been buried underground, and these are called underground Tyr Cities.

Legend has it that there are still a considerable amount of treasures preserved there, and most of them are good things from ancient times. According to word of mouth, ancient halflings advanced psychic abilities to incredible levels, and items made with them were commonplace. Moreover, in those days, Atas still had gods, and the temples of various gods could be found in Tyre. It is said that these ancient temples buried in the underground Tircheng also hide the offerings made by mortals to the gods in the past, and the value is very amazing.

Legends have always existed, but not many people have been lucky enough to find treasures, but they have found many dangers. "I don't know much else, but there are many places in the underground city where traps and traps are still working, and some monsters that rely on psychic abilities are still dutifully guarding it. Some guys are quite tough, and many grave robbers are dead. However, we found a safe path and set up the headquarters of our Masked Alliance there. "Two men walk among the underground ruins of history, lined with the remains of past glories. Most of the buildings of the halflings and post-human eras have been reduced to piles of broken masonry, and some small rats with abnormal tentacles due to mutation secretly look at the two of them, and then continue to gnaw on the stones here.

"Masked Alliance, no wonder you have not been wiped out. Zhao Mai pursed his lips.

"Why do I think you haven't liked our organization so much?"

"You don't know how to rebel. Zhao Mai smiled self-deprecatingly: "Of course, in fact, I don't understand." I think you're going to win in the end, but not necessarily the way you envisioned it. ”

"If only I could win, I wish I could walk down the street one day, and no one would suddenly come to check my identity, no one would buy or sell me because of my brand, and everyone would remember me by my name and not by my master's name. I'll be Sadiri the Mage, not Sadiri the Slave. ”

"Beauty Mage Sadiri might sound better. Zhao Mai said.

"Hmph, you men don't have a good thing. You and that Pagan want the same thing, it's just the pleasure in bed, but you don't force me, and I look a little better than him, just a little bit better. ”

"So appearance is still very important?" Zhao Mai just finished speaking, suddenly reached out and grabbed Satili, dragged her to his arms, and then his body flashed, blocking in front of her. Not far away, the masonry collapsed, and a crystal arm reached out, gripping the ground with all its might, trying to dig part of its body out from beneath the rubble.

"Ahh

"Not necessarily. Zhao Mai looked at the environment around the crystal arm. It was a three-story building, and the crystal puppet was trapped on its original floor, and it had the full weight of a full two-story building on top of it.

The creature was mostly buried under the walls and ceiling, obscured by the rubble so that it could not be seen in full view, and its exposed arms were only slightly larger than normal humans, not as big as Butcher's. Most of the time, the puppet's abilities are capped by its size, after all, if you want to have a more powerful psychic power, you need a larger energy storage crystal and a larger driving psionic system.

Zhao Mai looked at the stuck crystal spirit puppet, estimated its strength and the weight of the masonry above its head, and then carefully looked at the ruins that were constantly shaking but not crumbling, no matter how they looked, they didn't look like they could climb out. He looked at Sadiri with suspicion, and noticed that the half-elf girl was sneaking at him from time to time, rather than always focusing on the enemy. Zhao Mai looked at it like this, and he probably understood what he was doing.

He leaned down, close to Satilly's ear, and whispered, "If I break it, will your Masked Alliance make me pay for it?"

The half-elf's face turned red, and he quickly patted it with both hands to restore its original color. "Ah, you can see it, your reflexes and observations are so strong. ”

"This is your introductory test, see what I choose in case of emergency?" Zhao Mai shook his head, rather disapproving: "Tempting me to leave you and run away, or show timidity, or expose other things?"

"Absolutely. The puppet arm stopped struggling, and a man's muffled voice came from its core. "I've finished probing your heart, you can move on, the Masked Alliance welcomes you. ”

The sand, gravel and dirt around the puppet continued to fly back under the effect of the telekinetic power, and in the blink of an eye, the old appearance was restored, and the puppet was once again buried under the rubble, waiting to scare the next newcomer.

Although it is a puppet that makes a sound, the real source of the sound is not the puppet. Following the direction of Satilly's finger, an old man walked out, and a pair of pure white sword eyebrows seemed to be able to shine in the dark, which instantly attracted Zhao Mai's attention. He is quite athletic, with a proud complexion, and he has the feeling of a gangster in a martial arts movie: shrewd eyes, a big hooked nose, a tough chin, and a pinch of white goatee. He wears a brown knee-length blouse, and an ivory shawl draped from his shoulders is connected by a copper hook at his throat.

A stout wooden staff with an obsidian ball on top of it that could be used as a weapon to knock people in the head, was held in front of him with both hands. This is a awe-inspiring old man, and time and suffering have never been able to bend his back.

"That's Kotander, my teacher. Sadiri leaned closer to Zhao Mai and said to him in a low voice, "He doesn't like me to use too much magic, so you didn't see me casting spells indiscriminately, understand?"