"Stand up straight, don't lie down, these people are not good. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhao Mai whispered to Butcher in the lingua franca of Gralion. "There's an eighty percent chance that we're going to fight our way to the bloody end. ”

"What's the remaining two?" Butcher listened with his eyes closed to the sound of approaching footsteps, gathering every bit of strength he could.

"I don't know, I hope I can say a way. Zhao Mai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. With the Force around him and the megalodon in his hands, this is his last thing to rely on.

The group of people surrounded and blocked Zhao Mai in a semicircle. They all covered their faces with turbans, revealing only fierce and greedy eyes, like wolves hunting in the night, and their bodies were tightly wrapped in white robes, and they did not know whether they were wearing armor or hiding weapons. Zhao Mai slowly took down the megalodon musket from behind his back, and the all-metal weapon made everyone gasped.

Attas is desperately short of metals, even though it wasn't the case in the past. Due to the depletion of resources and the misuse of magic, combined with the effects of multiple genocidal wars, only a handful of mines in Atas still produce copper and iron, so metal products are scarce. Lack means expensive, and the price of a dagger is about the same as that of a superior slave. And a metal weapon like the megalodon is worth a lot of money.

Several white-robed men took a step forward, but as soon as one of them suddenly raised his hand, they stopped. The grandfather was a little tormented in his heart, the lava of greed and the iceberg of fear collided together, and the rising steam pushed his brain to spin non-stop. All-metal weapons mean great wealth, but they also mean great power. Only the Witch King can give the Blade of Steel, and the High Templars can equip it. And such a delicate metal spear can only be made by the Witch King himself, and given by his own hands.

The witch king's magic power is incredible, as long as he wants to investigate, he will definitely find the truth. Killing the person in front of you and snatching the weapon is not easy to get rid of, and it may also encounter endless wanted and chases, which may outweigh the losses. But the "grandpa" knows very well that the greatest danger comes from within, and that infighting and rebellion will be the greatest possible result of this wealth, so ......

"Listen, these are distinguished guests, and you should be well entertained. He immediately restrained his men.

"Looks like you're in charge. "As long as someone speaks, then Zhao Mai can use the language function opened with the Destiny Gold Coin to immediately understand the meaning of the other party and speak the other party's language. "How far is this from Tyre?"

His words were very standard, sounding definitely well-educated, and he must have had a very close connection with the Sanctuary and the Witch King. The judgment of the "grandfather" is getting more and more biased, but he thinks he has dug up the truth. "Are you asking about the city of Tyre of the Witch King Karak?"

Damn, what age is it now? Zhao Mai guessed the location, but he couldn't grasp the time. Moreover, one of the biggest events in the history of Atas was the death of the Witch King Karak, who was killed by a group of rebellious slaves in the process of dragon transformation, and then Tyr became the only city-state to liberate all slaves. Other important events were either a little long ago, taking place before the formation of the desert, or Zhao Mai could not remember clearly. After all, as a lover of fantasy novels and a convener of role-playing games, no matter how good Zhao Mai's memory is, it can't compare to the Internet.

The death of the witch king opens a new page in the history of Attas, just as the Book of Genesis is to Christianity, before and after are completely different things. But Zhao Mai didn't know if he was in front of this page or behind this page.

A wrong answer will have a clear consequence, that is, a war from "20%" to "80%". There is only one solution to the current dilemma. Zhao Mai snorted and said in a dissatisfied tone: "This is not my problem just now. ”

"This is Mount Megilot, on the side of the Ivory Plains, quite far from the city of Tyre. The nearest city is the city of Nibennai, ruled by the witch king Nibenai. ”

Zhao Mai didn't know if he was right or not, so he could neither oppose nor agree. After being silent for a while, pretending to be thinking, Zhao Mai said, "Take me to your place, I want to enjoy the shade." ”

"Grandpa" put his hand on the grip of the stone hammer and rubbed it thoughtfully. He was thinking about a possibility, how about killing these two people, snatching other relatively worthless things, and leaving the hot metal spear here? Maybe he could spread some rumors in Saltfield Town and let the stunned scavengers and inexperienced novices carry the black cauldron.

"This is your reward. Zhao Mai let out a muffled snort from his chest, and then tossed a silver coin over.

The texture of the metal, as cold as a desert night. Unlike steel, gold and silver, although precious, cannot be made into a qualified weapon, so their value is limited. But it's a metal after all, at least worth more than bone coins and teeth. "Grandpa" still feels that he has been insulted, but dignity is not valuable, and what he pays now may be rewarded in the future. He comforted himself as he moved out of the way.

"You go first. Zhao Mai insisted.

Silent messages spread among the white-robed thieves, through a few glances, through a few small movements. Although the grandfather's current requirements are to observe, receive and be vigilant, it will also turn into a "hands-on" signal at any time. Their movements were hidden, and only their own people knew the meaning of the gestures, but Zhao Mai could feel the atmosphere around him. The natural forces in these people did not want him to be close, like poisonous snakes standing up, threatening to stick out their tongues and show their fangs. If just a few words don't seem to scare them, then another fire must be added.

Zhao Mai used his mobile phone, selected "BGM", picked a rock song that could wake people up from sleep, and then used ambient sound effects to slowly turn up the volume.

The sonorous accent suddenly roared in his ears, and the white-robed people were all startled, and they all lowered their bodies to look around. The sound of drums, trumpets, shakers, and incantation-like words that I didn't understand at all filled my head.

Butcher was also startled, and his body shook. But he remembered that he must not show his cowardice, so he stood up straight again.

The eldest grandfather drew out the stone hammer and was about to attack, but he unexpectedly saw Zhao Mai with his back to him. He raised his arms flat, palms facing the sea of sand, and made a "forbidden" gesture.

The sound of the stereo is getting louder and louder, and the strong rhythm makes you want to twist your body along with it. Could this be some kind of powerful psychic ability, why didn't it touch the spiritual protection in the brain? Atas was desolate, only blood and sand remained, and music and art had long since disappeared from the lives of the commoners, becoming luxuries that only rulers could enjoy. With boring tunes and simple rhythms, how can they be the opponents of refined modern rock?

Everyone became excited, nervous, but all with a hint of anticipation. A strong wind was blowing in the desert, and a small sandstorm was approaching. Zhao Mai shouted and ordered the "unspeakable thing" in the desert to go back to its lair immediately, otherwise he would bring back to death!

Then, the deafening sound became weaker and weaker, and disappeared into the sky in the regret of everyone. Zhao Mai also pretended to put down his hand, and his body shook, as if he was a little out of strength.

"That'...... What's that?" someone asked boldly.

"Dragons. Zhao Mai flickered, "She wants to get her treasure back, do you want to help her?"

"No, no need......"