Dogian's head was a mess, her thoughts, her cognitions, and her memories all in a mess, and she could only mechanically carry out external commands, like a walking corpse. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The hand was removed from Dogian's head, and the former high-ranking Templar still sat like a puppet. The Witch King Karak's psychic abilities "burned out" her brain, but left her with the part she needed to be a slave and a tool, no more, no less. It's a pretty impressive amount of control, especially considering that it can be a punishment in anger, and that Dogian has a good psychic ability, and the Witch King has to cross a psychic barrier to do all of this.

As you can imagine, this difficulty is quite amazing, and Zhao Mai can't do even one of them, let alone complete them all at the same time. Zhao Mai estimated that this was probably not a demonstration of the Witch King's full strength, and it was likely that it was just a casual move by him. Therefore, it is impossible to complete the assassination of the Witch King by relying solely on strength. The only way to do this is with the help of excellent luck, or the power of fate.

'Without the help of the will of the planet, who can succeed?' Zhao Mai felt more and more that if this matter did not develop according to the "plot", there was not much feasibility at all. But this only script is now also disrupted by the Minotaur, becoming more and more fragmented and difficult.

"Ah Liang, what should I do? I've already entered the training camp, but I still don't have a clue. Zhao Mai held the reserve grain (instead of Duojian) and gently tugged at the hair behind its ears with his hand to relax himself. "Maybe one day, some small mistake will cause me to become this demented like Dogian. ”

Reserve food licked the back of his hand, and his tongue felt cold and itchy. In the beast pen behind him, the round-shell beetle shook its tentacles and sent a spiritual message to Zhao Mai: "Wang, can you eat this person who doesn't have any thinking?"

"No, I'm still useful. Zhao Mai took a deep breath, put the reserve grain on the ground, and stood up. A former high-ranking Templar with an empty mind and very easy to manipulate came to her, why not make good use of it? She obeyed the orders of her "master", Zhao Mai only needed to project her words into her head, and she would meticulously carry them out.

Even if he played a game, Zhao Mai, who had never used a shemale number, started his first experience. Commands such as "keep up" and "stand" can be done very well, and orders such as "do twenty push-ups" will be delayed in execution, but it is still within her comprehension, but "lure the person at the door" is beyond Dojian's current ability.

Maybe she didn't know how to tempt others before? Zhao Mai recalled the experience of meeting her for a short time. "Okay, you go to the side of the railing, stand on one leg, forward the other, and do a slow pedaling motion in the air, three times. ”

"Who's—who's there?" the leg caught the guard's attention. They are also slaves, and because of the orders of the Witch King Karak, many of them have been siphoned off, and it is difficult to say that the entire training camp still has a real defensive force now.

Whether it's with a spell or a psychic ability, it's not hard to take down a single warden. However, Zhao Mai really wanted to try Duo Ji'an's ability, so he ordered: "Knock him down, don't let him sound the alarm." ”

Dogian, who had been expressionless, nodded mechanically, and then stood in front of the guard, staring straight at him, not caring that he had been exposed.

"Hey, a pretty woman, what are you doing here?" the guard looked around, and there was no one else, so he walked over with a smile. His hand grabbed Dojian's ****, and you can imagine what kind of thing he was thinking about.

Dogian moved suddenly, took a half-step forward, and then seemed to salute, but she slammed her knife into the guard's throat. Zhao Mai clearly heard the crisp sound of a broken bone, and then the guard's body fell to the ground limply, dead.

"Wow, your strength is really not small, and your movements are quite fast!" Zhao Mai cautiously turned to the front of Duo Ji'an, she still looked stupid with straight eyes. God knows when this woman will suddenly give herself a look, looking at the posture just now, she may not be able to dodge.

"Well, Dogian, you must remember one thing now. Zhao Mai put his finger on her forehead and used his own thoughts to set up a barrier outside her thoughts: "I am your master, you have to obey my orders." When you're confused, feel the natural force and psychic powers, both of which have a common flavor that takes precedence. ”

Dogian was visibly confused, vaguely remembering that her supreme master was the Witch King Karak, both before and after the confusion. She is viscerally terrified of extraneous psychic abilities, but at the same time she loves the natural forces that can repair her body. This contradictory "feeling" filled her mind, and slowly shook the prison of the Witch King's mind.

Zhao Mai was sweating profusely, and it was not easy to pull his thoughts out of Duo Jian's head. The power of the Witch King is still unshakable, but fortunately, it is not every day that you can meet that terrible guy, you just need to keep digging the foot of the wall, and there will always be a day when you dig down. At least for now, Zhao Mai tried his best to successfully increase his control to the second place, and to be above 10,000 people under one person. However, Dogian's mind is still unguarded, so it is necessary to prevent her from being touched and modified by anyone else. All it takes is a psychic sorcerer stronger than Zhao Mai - which is quite common on the planet Atas - to take control back away.

But then again, under normal circumstances, she will do what others ask Dogian to do. For such an obedient individual, no one would bother to check her state of mind, let alone bother to set up her brain.

Turning back to the gladiator camp, Zhao Mai and Duo Ji'an dragged the guard's corpse and threw it into the corral of the round-shelled beetle: "Don't leave it, eat it all." Zhao Mai commanded. As for the clothes and equipment on the guards, because they are all standard long wooden sticks, they only need to be thrown on the weapon rack of the training ground and mixed with the same type of goods, which is considered a solution.

Turning back again, while the guards had not yet changed, the two of them sneaked back to the training ground. Posey was covered with two slave girls, exhausted of his strength, and was sleeping soundly. But Zhao Mai understood that as long as he stepped into the house, he would definitely wake up this elf trainer. He had seen this vigilance in Ricas, and there was no reason why Percy could not have mastered it.

So only his thoughts drifted in, seductive and thought-provoking. With ethereal music, Zhao Mai fully mobilizes the deepest part of the elven bloodline, which has been covered up by cruelty and cunning for tens of thousands of years of resonance with art. If Percy were awake, he would only treat the music as dross, and would violently break the thigh of every poet who played a delightful note against him. However, in the dream world, Zhao Mai can mobilize his "subconscious" and add something new to himself along with the cognition he has already built.

"Percy, you're the manager on the surface, and Griffin is the observer on the surface. Together, you serve the interests of Lord Taician. As long as Rikas participates in the competition well, then he might as well be happy, which is also the expectation of Lord Taixi. Zhao Mai maintains a fragile mental connection, keeping Posey half-asleep and half-awake. It took him about half an hour before he finally completed the mind surgery.

"Alright, the next step is to find Ricas. Zhao Mai smiled at Dojian, although he knew that this woman would always have a dull face.

Unexpectedly, she lowered her head, tore off a piece of cloth from her already short skirt, and handed it to Zhao Mai to wipe her sweat. Zhao Mai almost didn't scare his soul out. (To be continued.) )