"Is there anything special about this dagger?" Zhao Mai had never learned the knowledge of magic item identification, so he had no clue at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But Sadiri is a mage, and the Cotander, they might have a way to identify it.

"This guy is much easier to deal with than the orcs in the mangroves. Butcher walked over, crouched down and carefully examined the body: "Well, there is no heartbeat or breathing anymore, I am sure it is dead." ”

"If it weren't for that shield, I would have been able to take him down in a few shots. Rikas scratched his head. Saying this, Zhao Mai also felt that something was wrong. "The Masked Alliance warriors were so bad, huh, why didn't his nose have a cut wound from me?"

From the ruins of the building, a crossbow arrow pierced through the crack in the wall and struck straight at Zhao Mai's chest. Zhao Mai raised the dagger in his hand at the last moment to block it. But the arrow didn't hit the dagger, but the two suddenly exploded together. A violent flash of light, a dizzying noise, enveloped the three of them together. A loud roar shattered the eardrums, and the shock wave catapulted them all away, and they fell heavily on the sand, covered in flowing sand.

Zhao Mai found that he was paralyzed from the neck down, and the nerves in his face were also seriously affected, and he could barely move except for his mouth. He ordered the Force to move from head to toe, trying to open the nervous system. But apart from feeling a slight pain in his body, the Force was stuck in a quagmire that could not be formed, let alone cast spells. Zhao Mai couldn't twist his head, he could only squint his eyes and watch as the masonry of the ruins was lifted and thrown aside, and the minotaur stood up from inside, holding a palm-sized crossbow in his hand. His nose was still slowly dripping with blood, and it seemed that this was the one who had been injured by Ricas.

"Attack!" Zhao Mai shouted. But the three-headed black-scaled ghost lizard remained motionless, lying far away on the sand dunes, blinking black eyes to observe the situation on the battlefield, and did not react to Zhao Mai's order at all.

"Don't bother, you can't use any strength. I didn't expect you bastards to cost me so much!Five gold coins!Bastard, bastard!" He raised his crossbow and fired another arrow at Butcher. The strong man's body shook for a moment, and then he didn't move at all. Rikas shouted angrily, "Bastard! Come at me!"

"Lucky for you, I really can't kill you. The Minotaur glanced down at Rikas as he passed by. "Isn't the sword easy to use? Why don't you thank me? I give you a better chance of winning the championship. ”

"I'd be a champion without you, and you're only doing this for your own purposes!" Rikas was eager to get up as he wanted to get up, tearing the minotaur apart. But because the body is controlled by paralysis, he can't move at all, and he can only have a weak heart. The minotaur stepped on his chest and buried half of his body in the sand. "Hero and liberator of Tyre. The minotaur snorted twice: "It's not the same at my feet?"

Zhao Mai's mind spun rapidly, trying to get out of the current predicament. But he couldn't use the power of the body, the Force of Nature, or the psychic powers. He watched as the minotaur's big feet appeared in front of him, and then that ugly face, looking down on him condescendingly.

"You're too busy, Lord Lord. The minotaur took a bolt from his belt, carefully twisted it, and reloaded. "Remember that it was Enhoa who killed you and buried a piece of history. ”

"If I die, can I change in the future?" Zhao Mai suddenly said.

"It makes no difference to me. He paused for two seconds before he spoke.

In the space of a moment, a long, glowing whip wrapped around the minotaur's neck and pulled hard. The minotaur staggered backwards and fired his crossbow. Zhao Mai only felt a chill in the corner of his eye, and the crossbow arrow flashed through his ear and plunged into the sand. He then turned his head vigorously and saw the Templar Theasien drag the minotaur down with his whip and slam the bull's head with his hammer.

The minotaur dropped his crossbow and suddenly spun half a circle as he fell backwards, turning into a face-down position, thus landing on all fours and his head up. The hammer struck down so hard that a loud bang of the bell was heard, the hammer shattered, and the horns of the ox were smashed and fell into the sand.

Blood flowed down the severed horn and dripped down the corners of the Minotaur's eyebrows and mouth. He jerked on all fours, trying to pull Tessian over. Feeling the tremendous pull in his hand, the Templar hurriedly released his whip. The palm of his hand was cut by the long whip, and it hurt fiercely. But Tessian clenched his fist so that no one could see it.

"Ah, Thesian, Lord Templar. The minotaur stood up, took the whip from his neck and tossed it aside, a contemptuous smile on his lips, "You're here too? It's so lively today?

The Templar's swarthy face showed no expression, and he dropped the handle of the hammer in his hand and pulled out a dagger. It was a magic dagger from Grarian, which Tessian had snatched from Zhao Mai. Now that the robbers have saved the enemy's life, they are still fighting for the lost owner with stolen goods, which makes people have to sigh at the changeability of fate.

Anyone who can become a high-level Templar is not an ordinary person, and they will always have an outstanding advantage in some way. In terms of pure martial arts, Tessian is certainly inferior to Butcher, and may be slightly inferior to Ricas, but with the help of psychic training, Tessian is more ruthless and cruel, and his fighting methods are more diverse. The fists made of psionic energy and the real weapons hit the Minotaur's body at the same time, and the impact from the mind invaded wave after wave. The desert scorpion summoned with the Spirit Crystal constantly stabbed poisonous needles from under the sand. The Minotaur was soon injured in multiple places, and Tessian appeared to be at ease. Minotaurs without shields are greatly reduced in strength. And Taisian, like Rikas and others, is also a figure that the will of the planet focuses on. The Minotaur didn't dare to really kill him, for fear of causing trouble. But I don't know why, the minotaur was at a disadvantage, but he didn't choose to run away, Taixi actually entangled him alone! Zhao Mai suppressed this doubt in his heart and continued to pay attention to the battle over there.

He found that as the battle continued, it was the Minotaurs who gradually gained the upper hand. His wounds have not healed, and it should not be a sign of physical resilience, but the minotaur's endurance seems to be endless, like a machine of lasting power. On the other hand, the Templar, Tessian's face flushed, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he still had explosive power after not fighting for a long time, but he couldn't hold on to fighting for a long time.

They moved as they fought, and soon reached the other side of the sand dune, out of Zhao Mai's sight. He knew very well that he couldn't pin all his hopes on Tessian, and if he could win, even if the Templar would win, he might still die. "Calm down, calm down first, and then figure out a way!" Zhao Mai slowed down his breathing and deepened it, and then began to ponder the state of his body.

The heart is still beating normally, and so is breathing, which means that the connection between the brain and the body is normal, at least the signals in this area are not blocked. This also means that the natural force can still operate in the body, but the ability to actively control it is weakened. However, it can't be said completely, after all, the eyes, nose and mouth area, Zhao Mai can still control it.

Start with a small goal, such as establishing a small circulation of the natural Force in your head, and then push it down. But after a few attempts, there is no connection between the circulation of the head and the recovery of control of the body, and this road does not work.

The sand was constantly flowing, and by this time it had covered the legs. Zhao Mai had an idea, why was he able to feel the movement of the sand through his legs? Obviously, he should have lost his intuition from the neck down? He analyzed carefully, and finally noticed that under his body, the energy vortex formed by the blasphemous magic was still there, faintly but continuously continuing to absorb the energy around him. This vortex was first caused by the loss of control of Satili's magic, and after Zhao Mai seized it, although he used most of his power to cast quicksand, the energy attributes required by the druid spell and the mage arcane were different, so the vortex was not consumed. Now, it was blindly absorbing all the power around it, including the kind of power that the Minotaur used to restrain Zhao Mai.

Zhao Mai's legs were buried under the sand, and they were first absorbed by the whirlpool, thus weakening the effect, so Zhao Mai was able to regain some consciousness. In this case, Zhao Mai was ruthless, and shook his legs, which could move slightly, from side to side, so that the sand flowed faster, and buried himself slowly and completely.

He held his breath, hoping that the vortex of blasphemous magic would be quicker and more violent, and that all the restraints on him would be removed! )