"Stand up straight, don't lie down, these people are not good." Zhao Mai whispered to Butcher in Graleone's common language. "Eighty percent of the time we may have to fight to the death."

"What is the remaining 20%?" Butcher closed his eyes and listened to the sound of footsteps that were constantly approaching, accumulating every effort as much as possible.

"I don't know either, I hope I can tell a way." Zhao Mai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. There was the natural force around him and the giant-toothed beast in his hand, which was his last reliance.

The group of people surrounded him and blocked him in a semicircular shape in front of Zhao Mai. They all covered their faces with headscarves, revealing only a pair of fierce and greedy eyes, just like wolves hunting in the dark, and they were wrapped in white robes. I don’t know if they were wearing armor or some weapons were hidden. Zhao Mai slowly took the Giant Toothed Beast musket from behind, and the weapons made of all metal made everyone gasp.

The planet Atas is extremely lacking in metal - although it was not the case in the past. The consumption of resources and the abuse of magic, coupled with the impact of multiple genocide wars, Atas currently only a very small number of mines can still produce copper and iron, so metal products are very lacking. Lack of them means expensive, and the price of a dagger is similar to that of a top-class slave. And weapons like the Megdonted Beast can be called huge millions of dollars.

Several men in white robes took a step forward, but one of them suddenly raised their hand and they stopped. The grandfather felt a little distressed, the greedy lava collided with the iceberg of fear, and the rising steam pushed his mind constantly. All-metal weapons mean huge wealth, but also huge power. Only the Witch King can give the steel knife and the high-level Templars can be equipped. Such an exquisite metal spear can only be made by the Witch King and given by himself.

The magic power of the Witch King is incredible. As long as he wants to investigate, he will be able to find the truth. Killing the person in front of him is not easy to escape, and he may encounter endless wanted and pursuit, which may not be worth the loss. But the "Grandpa" is very clear that the biggest danger comes from within, and internal strife and rebellion will be the greatest possibility brought by this wealth, so...

"Everyone listens, these are distinguished guests, so you should treat them well." He immediately restrained his subordinates.

"It seems you are in charge." As long as someone speaks, Zhao Mai can use the language function activated with the Fate Gold Coin to immediately understand the other party's meaning and speak the other party's language. "How far is this far from Tyr City?"

His words are very standard, and he sounds absolutely well-educated, and must have a very close connection with the Holy Church and the Witch King. "Grandpa"'s judgment is becoming more and more biased, but he thinks he has discovered the truth. "Are you asking about the Tir city of the Witch King of Karak?"

Damn, what era is it now? Zhao Mai guessed the location, but couldn't grasp the time. Moreover, one of the biggest events in the history of Atas Planet was the death of the Witch King Karak. He was killed by a group of rebellious slaves in the process of the Dragon Transformation Technique, and then Tyr became the only city-state that liberated all slaves. Other important events were either a bit old, before the desert was formed, or Zhao Mai was a little confused. After all, as a fan of fantasy novels and the convener of role-playing games, Zhao Mai's memory was not as good as the Internet.

The death of the Witch King opened a new page in Atas's history, just like Genesis to Christianity, before and after, it was completely different. But Zhao Mai didn't know whether he was before or after this page.

A wrong answer will have clear consequences, that is, a battle from "twenty percent" to "80 percent". There is only one way to solve the current dilemma. Zhao Mai snorted and said in a dissatisfied tone: "This is not my problem just now."

"This is Megilot, on the side of the Great Ivory Plain, quite far from the city of Tyr. The nearest city is Nibennae, ruled by the witch king Nibennae."

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

"Grandpa" put his hand on the handle of the stone hammer and rubbed it thoughtfully. He was thinking about a possibility, killing these two people, snatching other relatively unworthy things, and leaving the hot metal spear here. What is this way? Maybe some rumors can be spread in Yanchang Town, so that the stupid scavengers and inexperienced novices will take the blame.

"This is a reward for you." Zhao Mai let out a muffled groan from his chest, and then threw a silver coin over.

The texture of metal is as cold as a desert night. Unlike steel, gold and silver are precious, but they cannot be made into qualified weapons, so their value is limited. But this is metal after all, at least more valuable than bone coins and teeth. The "Grandpa" still feels that he has been insulted, but dignity is not worth it. His current efforts may be rewarded in the future. While comforting himself like this, he made way for the road.

"You go first." Zhao Mai insisted.

Silent information spread among the white-robed thieves, through a few eyes and a few small movements. Although the grandfather’s request now is to observe, receive and alert, it will turn into a signal of “hands-on” at any time. Their movements are hidden, and only their own people know the meaning of the gesture, but Zhao Mai can feel the atmosphere around him. The natural force of these people is unwilling to let him get close to them, just like poisonous snakes erecting up, threatening to stick out their tongues and revealing poisonous fangs. If they only use a few words, they seem to be unable to scare them, then they must add another fire.

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

The clanging accent suddenly roared in his ears, and the white-robed men were all startled and looked around. The drum sounds, horns, sand hammers and all incomprehensible words filled their heads like spells.

Butcher was also startled and shook his body. But he remembered that he could never show his timidity, so he held his chest and stood up straight again.

The old man pulled out the stone hammer and was about to attack, but unexpectedly saw Zhao Mai facing away from him. He raised his arm flat and his palm facing the sea of ​​sand, making a "forbidden" gesture.

The sound of the speaker is getting louder and louder, and the strong rhythm makes people want to twist their bodies. Is this a powerful psychic ability? Why hasn't the mental protection in the brain been touched? Atas is already deserted, with only blood and sand left. Music and art have long disappeared from the lives of ordinary people and have become luxury goods that rulers can enjoy. How can the boring tunes and simple rhythms be the opponent of modern rock who strives for excellence?

Everyone became excited and nervous, but with a hint of expectation. A strong wind blew in the desert, and a small sandstorm was about to approach. Zhao Mai shouted loudly and ordered the "indescribable things" in the desert to go back to his nest immediately, otherwise he would bring back his death!

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

"Then...what is that?" someone asked with courage.

"Long." Zhao Mai fooled, "She wants to get her treasure back. Do you want to help her? Try to see if she will give you a reward?"

"No, no need..."
Chapter completed!