When the sandstorm finally ended, Zhao Mai was fortunate not to be buried alive. The sand www.biquge.info almost filled the prisoner cart, and even if it was cleared, he lost the right to continue riding in the car. So Zhao Mai, together with the other slaves, with leather strips around his necks and shackles on his feet, walked the last part of the journey step by step.

Having lost some of his goods and some of his men, Tessian finally tasted the trouble of killing too many people. In order to be able to make it to the return date, not only the guards and officials, but also the Templars themselves sometimes had to push carts. Naturally, he didn't have much energy to take care of Zhao Mai's business.

It wasn't long before Tyre finally came into view, the most spectacular city in the desert that had stood on the land for tens of thousands of years, since the reign of the halflings. Only at that time, it was surrounded by green and blue. Green is a lush forest, and blue is an endless ocean. Zhao Mai is now walking on the ocean of the past, and it is still the sea, but it is only a yellow sea of sand.

The living buildings of halflings are a distant thing to do, and now they can only build anything with sand, stone, and earth. By mixing chitin, bone meal, and straw stalks, the people here used something similar to cement to build a cascading stepped city. To get into town, climb the steep slope first.

Fortunately, a sandstorm had just ended, and the ground was temporarily raised, which saved Tessian's fleet a lot of climbing fatigue. Zhao Mai raised his head and looked up at the pyramid at the highest point of the city, the huge structure that was three hundred meters high and dominated the entire city, which was the residence of the Witch King Karak. He could feel the power of magic radiating from the pyramid and enveloping the entire city, where the difficulty of casting spells was greatly reduced, even lower than that of Glaion. The Witch King bestowed the power of magic on the Templars who served him faithfully, who were required to serve the King as officials and priests. They perform all of Tyre's city tasks, such as collecting taxes, managing streets, overseeing municipal works, and commanding the city guards.

Huge cities also need to be sustained by people of various identities. Along the way, Zhao Mai also saw many spellcasters using spells to take care of the farmland, and hundreds of slaves were busy in the farmland day and night, wearing only loincloths.

The Witch King's abilities can call the wind and rain, and when he is in a good mood - such as if his magic has improved again, or if a preference has been fulfilled - he will pay attention to the livelihood of the people who live in the city. Good weather means good harvest, so the grain production here depends entirely on how well everyone serves the Witch King. However, no matter how good the harvest is, it is only related to the high-level people, and in the end, it will always be the lowest slaves who will go hungry.

The Witch King's use of magic, like everyone else, drains the life force of the planet Athas. The Great Impact Sand Wasteland that Zhao Mai and his party had crossed before was the embodiment of this catastrophic consequence. In this regard, Zhao Mai could only sigh for the time being, temporarily retracting his sympathy. His current enemy was not the dying natural environment here, but the purple-robed high-ranking Templar, Thesian. It's time to enter Tyre, and if you can't get out of it here, it's going to be harder and harder in the future. Zhao Mai didn't dare to pin all his hopes on the will of the planet, he kept looking at the surrounding environment, looking for a place where he could escape and hide. If the time arises, he will not hesitate to seize it.

The city was full of eyeliner, and the slaves pushed the cart with all their might, and Zhao Mai couldn't let go of his hands at all. He's looking for places where there are more people and more confusion, like the front.

Immediately adjacent to the Colosseum is the construction site of the Temple Tower, the destination of the convoy. In the near future, a huge temple tower will rise from here, and it is for it that the gladiatorial tournament that haunts Rikas will be held. Now only the lowest part of the construction site can be seen, and the deep foundation is embedded in the body of the city like a wedge. Thousands of slaves hoarded on the site, bare-chested with whip marks, and under the reprimand of the overseers, they used rope nets and sets of pulleys to lift the crates full of baked bricks down and carefully install them.

"This is the Great Temple Tower!" Cried out with open arms. There was a fervent gaze in his eyes, not for the power of the Witch King, but for the power. He now wears two hats, both as a Templar in charge of gladiatorial conventions and as a Templar in construction. Although he has a top boss on top of these two functions, two positions mean a lot of opportunities, and as long as you make a contribution, you will also be promoted twice as fast.

He traveled far to the city of Gurge to buy building materials, which he earned. The process of getting the city's merchants and slave owners to contribute money and effort can fully demonstrate his influence among these people. And being able to complete the work ahead of schedule and in excess shows his extraordinary ability. All this, everything that is built on the accumulation of bones along the way, will become the capital of his advancement.

His palms opened and closed, as if he had grasped something in his palm. Just then, he saw a slender Templar coming from the high slopes of the north. It was a beautiful woman, even Tessian, who had always been close to her, thought so. Ivory skin is a rarity in this desert world, and she's never afraid to show it out in the sun. Her long black hair swayed from side to side as she walked, like a black ribbon. At the same time, there is also the beauty that belongs to women, and with the close-fitting Templar uniform, she is a beauty that people want to conquer.

The only flaw was her indifferent look. The firm bridge of the nose and high cheekbones have a fierce momentum that no one can approach. From her plump and sexy red lips, there will always be only cruel and harsh orders, as she said to Tessian: "Bring all the slaves to the construction site, King Karak's latest order." ”

"You know, Dogian, that many of these slaves are not mine. ”

"All of it is not yours anymore. Dojian's expression did not change in the slightest, like a stone wall with a notice pasted: "Your next task is to find more slaves, all slaves to be exact." King Karak was not satisfied with the current progress of the project and demanded that it be accelerated. Otherwise, you know what will happen. ”

It was as if the noose had been wrapped around her neck, and Tessian felt a chill all over her body. He had only seen the witch king get angry once. A council official failed to fulfill his promise to collect taxes, and in the hall, the flames of psychic abilities slowly burned into skeletons. The official was alive until the skeleton melted into mud, and his screams never stopped, still haunting Tessian's ears to this day.

"I ...... Naturally, I will do my best to carry out the orders of the Witch King, but ...... he could not give up his original plan, so he said, "But organizing a gladiatorial competition is an order as important as building a temple tower." Without gladiator slaves, there would be no competitive games. So, I'm going to have to leave the gladiatorial slaves behind. ”

"Of course you can. Dogian nodded slightly, his gaze as calm as water, like a mirror, which could only reflect the emotions of others and never reveal himself. "Call all the gladiators out, and I'll take the rest with your wagon." ”

So you're still thinking of swallowing the credit for my transport!" Tessian roared in his heart, eager to step forward and break the woman's white and slender neck, and then give her body to the half-giants while it was hot. But Dojan's abilities are far superior to her own, and she is not the kind of person who failed to graduate from the Psychic Academy. In addition to this, Dogian has undergone considerable training in martial arts, ranking among the Templars even among the ranks. Not to mention Tessian, even a few half-giants guarded it, and it was no match for her. Taixi knew in her heart that at most, she would scold her as an "old virgin" in her heart, but if she did it rashly, nothing good would come of it. Moreover, he had just returned to the city, but Dojian had been waiting here for a long time, and no one knew if there were still ambushes set up by her in the buildings next to the road.

Taking a few deep breaths, the always cautious and self-controlled Tessian called out his guards and subordinates, and then dragged out a few more strong slaves. Zhao Mai is related to mysterious weapons and masked alliances, so he is also among them. Duo Ji'an looked over one by one, "suddenly his heart moved", stretched out his hand, pointed at Zhao Mai and said, "This is also your gladiatorial slave?"

After staying in his own dung pit for two weeks, being buried in sand, and then experiencing the whipping and exposure to the sand, Zhao Mai's appearance was really poor. The muscles in his body had been drained by the natural force that had been converted into healing, so he looked powerless. "Throw him into the construction team, it's enough to do a lot of work, he can't be a gladiator. ”

"However, he is very capable of fighting. "Tessian was still thinking about the secret of that strange weapon.

"Strong?" Duo Ji'an walked over and whipped Zhao Mai with a whip: "So thin, what is strong, what is strong?" Stretch out your palm and let me see!"

It turns out that this is the opportunity. Zhao Mai thought of what the will of the planet promised him: to leave Taixi's surveillance. Going to the construction site of the temple tower, the benefits are self-evident, the core secret of the witch king is in the temple tower, wouldn't it be a trip for nothing not to take a look? And there are many and mixed people there, which is conducive to carrying out the next action.

Therefore, this opportunity cannot be missed, and it must be grasped in your hands!

Because he had secretly healed his arms with the Natural Force before, and he had only worked and not exercised recently, Zhao Mai's palms did not have the calluses unique to the use of weapons by martial artists. "Are you kidding me, Tessian, take him to the construction team! Also, your duties as a Templar for the construction project are immediately removed, and you can concentrate on your gladiatorial competition, there is nothing to do with you here. ”

Tessian's hand touched the weapon, but quickly let go of it. The last thing he can tolerate is a reduction in power, but he will not be impulsive enough to turn his face on the spot. Although she didn't graduate from the psychic school, Tessian learned that forbearance and preemptiveness are very important, and that the best laugh is the last laugh.

He expertly controlled his expression, making the right amount of surprise and anger, but immediately turning to sadness. "I obey orders. "But I'll complain and get my position back." ”

Dojian didn't even snort, just looked at him coldly.

Zhao Mai took two steps sideways and stood in the queue of slaves on the construction site. Tai Xi'an glanced over, and was about to say that Zhao Mai was a prisoner of the Masked Alliance, but a thought "suddenly popped up" in his heart. That mysterious kid is a member of the Masked Alliance, why doesn't Dojian pick him but look for him, what is hidden in this......? As a Templar, Dogian was actually a member of the Masked Alliance, or at least a supporter?

Tessian became very determined: Dojian is a masked ally, she must be, isn't it! This is a good idea, why haven't I thought about it before? Tessian thanked Zhao Mai in his heart for helping him discover such a secret and have such an idea. Defeat Dogian and open the way to power!

What should be done needs to be planned. Tessian stepped aside, her eyes flickering.