The sun was scorching, the sand was flying, and another opponent fell. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info his internal organs kept falling from the opening in his belly, and they hit the sand with a popping sound, like ......

Maybe it's not like anything, I'm thinking too much. Butcher detached himself from his memories of Kelmanga and took a slight step back, relieving himself. A Moor, not Rikas, decided he had a chance, lowered his flat-ended spear, and charged at Butcher.

"I'm coming!" Rikas jumped, twisting in a full circle, his right leg like a combination of a whip and a piledriver, hitting the attacker's skull with unmistakable accuracy. More popping sounds came, and it was so beautiful.

"Butcher, are you alright?" Rikas approached his comrades and stood back to back, "Wake up, there are only four enemies left." ”

"I'm fine, the halfling's psychic ability is almost gone. Butcher rubbed his nose, then looked at his blood-stained palms. Not long ago, he was hit by a halfling slave's psychic burst, and his head was dizzy for a moment. But with the nose bleeding constantly, the swollen head already feels much lighter. Of course, what really made him feel better was the sound of his hands breaking the neck of the halfling.

"There are only four left. Butcher let out a ho-ho laugh and said, "Then let's finish it quickly, or we will soon be hungry." The two men rushed out at the same time, like a hungry wolf and a mad bear, knocking their opponents on their backs.

In the stands of the arena, Tessian was looking at his slave with satisfaction. Rikas and Butcher were his most satisfying trophies, giving him euphoria every time. No pair of slaves could really challenge the two of them, even if they faced five times as many enemies. The High Templars began to fantasize that when "one of them" had won the final victory and knelt before the Witch King Karak, begging him to make him a lifelong Templar and then one of the guards, that glory would shake the entire city of Tyre.

A smile twinked at the corner of his mouth, and then quickly disguised it. waved his hand, and naturally there would be slaves coming to listen to the order. "Give them two more food, and then go find two half-elf slave girls to send them over. Remember, it must be clean, and the whole body must be carefully checked, and only this night. I don't want my Warriors to go overboard and cause something to go wrong. ”

The servant retreated, and Tessian, declaring that he had put enough energy into the slave, turned away. Behind him, the shouting stopped, and Butcher and Rikas emerged victorious. New scars had been added to their bodies, but only skin wounds, which were just scalded with hot sand.

Standing in the shadow of the eaves, Tessian looked out at the tall pyramids of Tyre in the distance, and the rising towers of the Temple. This would be where he would rise, from a normal high Templar to the single highest Templar. For this purpose, everything else is unimportant, even the out-of-town manor. Sooner or later, it will be swallowed up by the sea of sand, so it is better to exchange more supporters now. The old men of the House are all pedantic and greedy, and only the executive and deliberative powers in their pockets are still somewhat attractive. If you want to become the First Templar, you can't have any opposition from the Diet. Tessian sighed, for now he could only do so that they did not object. If they had three more estates, they might be able to fill their greed and gain approval. But - he reassured himself - he got more in the end anyway, and the losses would be made up for in every way.

A whole purple Templar outfit and adjusting the shoulder straps of his armor, he wanted to make himself look imposing forever. While arranging the cloak, his fingers touched the wound again, and the four pits of different depths would remain on his face forever, forever affecting his "perfection". This is a pain he can't forget, and no one can touch it. Even if there was a grinding leprechaun who flattered him flatteringly, "These make the master more temperamental", he still threw the girl into the mill and crushed the roundworm to feed the roundworm.

The research on metal spears has reached a dead end, and there is no hope at all. Tessian felt that his occasional failure to succeed in other things was actually a sign of vigilance and pushing him to focus more on his main goal, so he punished the artisan slaves who couldn't complete the task, and then ordered his men to kill the guy named Mike. His mission is over, the work of framing Dogian with the Masked Alliance is complete, and there is no point in keeping Mike alive.

Take a deep breath, dry sand, warm sand, this smell penetrates the lungs, this is the taste of power. Tomorrow afternoon, it should be clear that Lord Witch King will approve the rules of organization of the Gladiatorial Tournament of the Temple Tower submitted by himself, and then completely hand over the management of this grand event to himself. No one can stand in the way of this, and those who can have been disposed of.

Also, Dogian thought that driving him out of the temple tower construction site was a victory that would put him to rest. But in reality, it was just a minor setback that only made Tessian work harder. Masked allies, in many cases, can also be exploited by that group of idealists. As long as you closely monitor, guard carefully, and guide skillfully, all forces can become your help. Once Dogian falls, who will be the best candidate in the witch king's heart to succeed, of course, is himself, a loyal servant who has just gained his favor. This time killing two birds with one stone, it was really the perfect action!

"Master, the messengers of the city-state of Belik have arrived, and they are waiting for you in the parlor. The servant said cautiously.

"Well, you go down, give them cigarettes and water, and I'll go back later." With a wave of his hand, Ctesian continued to look at the pyramids of Tyre, guessing what King Dukarak's life in the pyramids was like every day. As for the guests who come from afar, they should learn to be humble while waiting. He was a future First Templar, not an ordinary councillor or slave owner.

It was about an hour before Tessian appeared "belatedly" in front of the merchants of Belik City. He was dignified and personable, and he fully displayed the demeanor of a manor owner and a Templar. Even when he saw the strange honor of the Belic merchant, he did not show the slightest gaffe.

He was confronted by a guy with a cow's head, his face painted with strange patterns, and there seemed to be a faint light moving slowly in the patterns. Tessian guessed that it might be some kind of psychic effect that was manifesting its power, but who was okay and always draining their mental power?

The Minotaur said in the very standard Attasian lingua franca, and in a Tyr accent, exactly the same as Zhao Mai: "Hello, Honorable High Templar, I am Nho, a minotaur from a foreign country, a treasure prospector and weapons merchant. ”

"Minotaurs?" Tessian thought for a moment, as if he had never heard of such a race in Artas, perhaps some kind of fighting race left over from antiquity like the Mantismen. Look at the Minotaur's hands and hooves, and look at his powerful body, it is quite suitable for combat. Mentally comparing the advantages and disadvantages of the Minotaur and the Moor, Tessian felt that the two might be comparable.

"Treasure prospecting and weapons merchants, are these two businesses easy to make now?" Tessian waved his hand and invited the minotaur to sit down, so that he would not always have to tilt his head slightly to speak. "The only thing that Tyre lacks right now is more slaves, haven't you heard that the biggest temple tower tournament is going to be held here?"

"Yes, the news of the gladiatorial battle in the Temple Tower has spread all over the world. The Minotaur's words sounded awkward, perhaps he meant "every corner of the desert", but the Minotaur meant it was not difficult to understand. He continued, "I think the biggest investment should be in people, especially a promising Templar. So I chose to help you reach the pinnacle of destiny, and all I wanted was some gold. ”

"Minotaur remember, you can only serve me, don't use the word help. Tessian snorted coldly, stared at the minotaur for a while, and then said, "Tell me, how can a treasure digger and weapon seller serve me?"