"Reserve grain, sniff it, tell me there is anyone up there?" Reserve grain raised his head smartly, sniffed in the air, and then shook his head at Zhao Mai with his tongue. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you want to climb up, you have to work hard. Fearing that there was a magic barrier here—Zhao Mai was nine percent sure it was—he didn't allow the Reserve Grain to use the power of teleportation. Taking out the rope, Zhao Mai tied the dog to his chest and tied the heart wood spear by the way. Since the Heartwood Spear suppresses magic and psychic abilities, no matter what magic barriers and traps there are, they will be suppressed by it, which is the universal pass they rely on. Then, facing the shaft in front of them, Zhao Mai and Duo Ji'an put their feet against the wall of the shaft back to back, pushing each other little by little before they walked up.

The temple tower resembles an obelisk from the outside, with four smooth outer surfaces that gradually narrow from bottom to top before merging into a single tip at the top. There are two entrances, one to the east of the first floor, from which the slaves and materials of the construction work enter and exit, and it is also the most heavily guarded place. There is also a protruding platform on the west side of the fifth floor. From the platform, you can see the arena and also the throne of the Witch King Karak. It's either flying up or teleporting.

The inside of the temple tower is a structure with a hollow-shaped spiral staircase, divided into seven floors, and the lower six floors are arranged around the staircase with many large and small rooms, which will be used to place the tributes and gifts of Tyre City to the Witch King. However, they are all empty now, so as not to affect their efficiency as magic arrays, which is the real purpose of their construction. There are no rooms on the seventh floor, just a monolithic vault, which will in the future become the lair of the Witch King Karak when he transforms into a dragon.

After climbing the shaft, the reserve was on guard to see if there were any guards. After the Heartwood Spear suppressed the magic, the dog's nose became the strongest detection ability in the entire temple tower. Zhao Mai had been holding Dojian's arm and keeping her by his side, so that if he encountered a Templar or a guard, Dojian, who was in the uniform of a high-ranking official, could drag it for a while, giving Zhao Mai a chance to surprise and solve the problem. The three of them can't be separated, because the range of the heart wood spear to magic suppression is not large, and if you distance yourself, maybe it will trigger the defense here, this is not a joke! Every witch king is a strong man, and Karak is even more so. Considering his construction of the temple tower, as well as his research in dragon magic, he may have the strongest attainment in magic of all the Witch Kings - second only to the Dragon Emperor.

"Follow me, never leave. Zhao Mai said to Duo Ji'an. The latter nodded expressionlessly, without revealing any sad or joyful emotions, and left the nervous matter to Zhao Mai to bear on himself. The temple tower did not have windows, but only a few lampstands on the paper-shaped steps, which were lit by the grease inside. During the construction period, it was lit up day and night, and now it seems that there are no people, so only 12 out of 10 lights are burning, providing a faint illumination.

Two men and a dog left the room in the shaft and stepped up the spiral steps. Despite your efforts to slow down, even the sound of breathing is amplified and echoes here. The sound is creepy, and it always feels like there are other people here, which makes people's hairs stand on end.

Zhao Mai kept telling himself that all this was an illusion, a soaring imagination, and it didn't actually exist. He wants to stay calm, but it's not an easy thing to do. According to the "script" known to him, Rikas would throw a heartwood spear into the chest of the Witch King Karak in the arena, and then the group would work together to kill the Witch King. Following the plot is the safest way, rather than detaching from the script like this, and relying on your own reasoning and design. It is possible to succeed, but if it fails......

No, he must not fail! Zhao Mai cheered himself up! He had no time to worry about failure, and trying to succeed already required all his energy, and now he must not be distracted. His heart was pounding, his palms were full of sweat, but Dogian was always calm, undisturbed by external objects and had no emotions or memories, which was indeed very useful at this time.

In front of the steps, a blue cloud seeped through the walls and tumbled in mid-air into the shape of a human face. It was the face of a middle-aged man who was always frowning, and two sharp stars flashed in his sunken eyes. He opened his empty mouth and said in a mournful tone: "What are you here for, pathetic creatures, why do you step on the ladder of death, why do you try to climb from the abyss to hell?"

A binder. Zhao Mai observed it and made a judgment. This is a kind of ghost trapped in a certain place, and the obsession makes them quite powerful, and the creatures killed by the band will also become the band and continue the work of the former. Evil mages sometimes create binders to guard certain important locations. Due to their ability to penetrate entities, attacking from behind walls, floors, and ceilings, and flying gives them superior mobility, they are often more useful than guarding golems.

There was only one Bound Spirit? Zhao Mai glanced around, and indeed didn't find any other guards. On second thought, it made sense, as the Witch King kept pushing the deadline forward, desperately squeezing the power of the slaves and Templars, and as a result, even he himself was caught in a tight schedule. This huge magic circle was busy enough, and it was even more hard work to hide it from all the construction crews, so the Witch King certainly didn't have much time to set up the guards.

And, when his plan succeeds, he will become a dragon. He had already planned to abandon the entire city of Tyre and allow death to expand from the Temple Tower. At that time, the temple tower was completely useless to him, so why bother guarding it?

When the giant raised his head proudly and set his eyes on the great sun, he would not have thought of the little mouse that was secretly moving under his feet.

The Binding Spirits walked around here and did not trigger any magic alarms, so Zhao Mai thought that there was a high probability that they had left the alarm area, at least the area around the Binding Spirits could move freely. He had an idea in his heart that the best solution to the trouble was to kill the trouble.

"On the orders of the Witch King, we will make a final inspection of the temple tower. Once he focused, Zhao Mai didn't panic. He bowed slightly, then introduced the woman behind him. "Accompanied by Lord Dogian, she is a high-ranking Templar of the temple building. ”

"Yes, I've seen her, another wretched soul. The blue misty face was still unconvinced: "The Witch King has already checked it earlier, so what's the use of you?"

"Lord Witch King's mana is unfathomable, and I am naturally inferior. But when the masonry was being built here, I and Lord Dogian were there the whole time, so we were useful. Zhao Mai looked directly at the bound spirit, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. His right hand clenched the Heartwood Spear, and as long as the Binding Spirit got a little closer, he would attack first. Breaking all magic and psychic ability protection, the spirit binding spirit will be very vulnerable in front of Zhao Mai. The only thing to worry about is its mobility, so you have to hit it in one hit and don't let it get through the walls to escape.

"Will the Witch King need a small character like you? and a dog?" the bound spirit still frowned, and slowly approached Zhao Mai. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and his two eyes stared directly at the weapon in Zhao Mai's hand.

Like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, the heartwood spear suddenly burrowed into the body of the bound spirit. Zhao Mai's feet were as if a spring had been installed, and he just jumped over multiple steps in an instant, directly penetrating the past.

With a scream, the big blue face of the Binding Spirit exploded with a thud, turning into a fist-sized cloud. Zhao Mai immediately turned around and continued to poke these small clouds with his heart wooden spear. With each stab, there was a faint scream. The reserve grain rushed up, opened its mouth and continued to bite. Only Dogian didn't receive the order, so he stayed where he was. Zhao Mai was afraid that the spirit binding would escape, so his subordinates kept moving, and in a short time, all the blue spirit binding clouds were shattered.

The Heart Wood Spear is indeed an artifact-level equipment, and it is unsurpassed in terms of attack and killing, otherwise how can it be so easy to solve the binding spirit? Zhao Mai wiped his sweat, gave a thumbs up and praised the reserve food, and then let the expressionless Duo Ji'an follow.

However, Zhao Mai knows very well that weapons must not be superstitious. Despite its outstanding advantages, the disadvantages of the Heartwood Spear are equally obvious: it cannot use magic or psychic abilities when you hold it, and it becomes no different from a normal warrior. As long as the enemy shoots arrows from afar, or simply has high martial skills, they can easily kill the wielder of the Heartwood Spear. So this weapon is only good under certain circumstances.

"Come on, it seems that we are in luck, there are no other Guardians. The Witch King believes in his magical barrier, and his energy is limited, so this situation is as tight on the outside and loose as I thought, and there are indeed loopholes that can be exploited. Zhao Mai continued to move forward with Duo Ji'an, climbing all the way up to the fifth layer of the platform.

The hustle and bustle of the arena came in from outside, wave after wave never stopped. Zhao Mai and Duo Ji'an hid in the shadows, not daring to expose their figures at all. Perhaps when the Witch King raised his head and looked over here with eager anticipation, he would inadvertently see two small bugs. He wouldn't allow the little bug to cling to the perfect body of the temple tower. Zhao Mai sighed: No, it's not time yet, and I can't go to see the situation in the arena.

The sound showed that the competition was still in full swing, and the gladiators were still fighting for victory and final freedom, with the monsters, with the other gladiators, and with themselves. The blood must have stained the sand red by this time, and the life as a sacrifice is withering in the arena one by one, dedicated to the Witch King.

Zhao Mai's fingers brushed lightly over the walls, feeling the touch of the rough masonry walls of the temple tower. If the plan doesn't succeed, everyone will inevitably die. Now that you think about it, it's a frightening thing. In Zhao Mai's past life, he has never encountered this kind of "success or death" situation. Close your eyes and slowly experience the fear, then dig out the excitement and excitement from it, and let the blood fill your veins, and make your soul feel a throbbing.

He loved the feeling of adventure. (To be continued.) )