A few days later, the two teams met unexpectedly on the wasteland.

Zhao Mai looked at the huge team catching up with him, then looked at the six knights riding sand war lizards beside him, and after measuring it, he decided to stop. Even if they could kill six sand war lizards - assuming that the other party was stupid enough to not choose to distance themselves to harass, but decided to fight to the end, it would be difficult for him to get rid of the large group behind him. The wasteland would end not far away, and the road leads to the mountains. According to Rikas' introduction, Otaruk Town guarded the mountain pass, which was the only road that could be passed, so the result was that they could not avoid each other at all.

Unless he was burned, he would leave the road and run into the depths of the wilderness. Although Butcher made a different opinion, Zhao Mai decided to wait and see what the Templar would say, hoping that this time he could also rely on fooling around.

Along the way, Taixi'an basically did not allow the team to rest. In his opinion, there were sheds on the truck that could cover the sun, leaving space for slaves to change shifts and sleep, and food was also supplied according to the standard, so there was no reason to stop. They went day and night, and they would not have any reservations before completing the mission of the Karak Witch King. They could be as early as possible and would not relax for a second. Taixi'an had strict self-discipline, which was the secret of his success.

"Sir, there is a slave owner and two of his slaves in front, one of whom is the Mur." The cavalry returned: "Both slaves are good, and there is no obvious identity on that slave owner."

"Let's go up and take a look." In this way, Zhao Mai and his group were surrounded by high-level templar Tai Xi'an.

Looking at the robe and armor on the other party, the bright flag behind them, and then looking at the ten and a half giant warriors surrounding him, Zhao Mai knew that his side was at an absolute disadvantage. So he jumped off the beetle, hurried to Taixi'an, bowed and said, "Dear Templar, I wonder what you have to do?"

Before he finished speaking, a spiritual spy penetrated into Zhao Mai's mind. When Taixi'an saw two slave fighters, he had the idea of ​​taking it for himself. What a strong warrior they were! They would definitely shine at the Temple Tower Athletic Conference and add more political weight to themselves. Moreover, once they win, Taixi'an, as the master, can make a request to the Witch King!

Maybe others will waste this request, or lose their lives because of greed, or miss opportunities because of shallow knowledge, but that will never be him. The Witch King has not yet become a god, so his intentions are speculative. Taixian is sure that he can definitely get the greatest benefit.

"Give me these two slaves, and you can get out." Taixian didn't want to talk nonsense and went straight to the point. "Seeing the desert, roll in and don't show up in front of me again."

"Sir, these two slaves are mine, you can't take them away." Zhao Mai stood up straight. He dispelled the probe of the psychic power in his mind, which surprised Taixi'an. Zhao Mai evaluated the level of strength he had just encountered. Although he is not an opponent in terms of psychic power, he is not without a chance. "These two slaves are all my property, and I will not transfer them no matter what."

"Haha, you misjudged your value. Can you, a lowly guy, negotiate with me? I am a Thiel High Templar, what are you?" Tessian laughed, and it was scary to bring out his name. But then from Zhao Mai's eyes, he saw something that made him feel very uncomfortable. After careful consideration, it was actually a kind of freedom of stubbornness, ignoring authority and without shackles. Tessian frowned and blurted out: "You are the masked alliance?!" He suddenly laughed because he thought of a good reason.

"No, they can't afford to ask me for such a whimsical fool." Zhao Mai was using his silence to control his supernatural powers. He used the simplest idea to move objects and slowly put the giant-toothed beast in the most suitable place to grasp. "Please consider carefully before, it may affect the confidence of the slave owners, and even affect the rule and management of the Witch King."

Someone had said similar things to Tesian before. That time he didn't take it seriously, but this time he was alert. "No, I think you are a member of the masked alliance. Come and arrest him..."

Zhao Mai took action. The giant-toothed beast came out of the hole like a spirit snake, poking forward from under the wide hem of her clothes. When others saw it, they thought it was a kind of spear, and were using the rhythm of dealing with the spear to get the weapon. However, they knew that Zhao Mai had pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, the shotgun exploded and flew towards Taixi's dark face. In the moment of lightning, no physical reaction was too late. Only the trained spiritual power could protect him.

The soul shield blocked Taixi'an like transparent glass, and suddenly shattered under the bombardment of muskets. The fragments slapped his face with the remaining projectiles, and directly bombarded him from the back of the desert war lizard.

"Catch them!" Taixian covered his face, and blood kept oozing out of his fingers. His mount fell to the ground after the second gunshot, just pressing on one of his legs. Then, from the red view, a black shadow blocked the sun in the sky, and the spear in his hand aimed at him again.

Without magic, no psychic power, and no elemental fluctuations, what kind of power does that weapon use? In an instant, this unknown force made Taixian feel scared, just like the feeling the Witch King gave him. Severe pain was constantly coming from his legs, and it must be that his bones were crushed. It seemed that it was impossible for him to get up and fight. So he could only do his best to gather his spiritual power, turn it into a spear of supernatural power, and poke it back.

Another shadow appeared before him, huge and reassuring. The half-giant guard was loyal and blocked the bombardment of the musket for Tesian. His blood and flesh flowed down from the wound and dripped onto the Templar's face, still with a fiery temperature. Tesian liked this temperature and this feeling, because it meant that he would not have anything to do.

The encounter happened like this, with three people fighting against a powerful army. The only chance to win was to control the enemy's head in the first place and let the opponent throw a frightened weapon, so that they would have the chance to escape from danger. But things would not always work as planned. A fall from a horse saved Taixi's life.

No matter how strong these three people were, they could not resist the enemy's besiege that was nearly thirty times. All the bullets were exhausted, and the only two remaining grenades were thrown out. Zhao Mai caused as much as possible to kill, but was still captured. Zhao Mai's arms were broken by the half giant, but they were still tied with ropes to prevent him from using fire-breathing iron tools. The two half giants used obsidian forks to hold his neck, one left and one right, and as long as there was a slight movement, the sharp stone blade would cut through the blood vessels.

It took ten and a half giants' lives to control Butcher, and this was done after Zhao Mai was captured, otherwise there would be greater casualties. Ricas only killed five people, only one of them was a half giant, which made him feel a little discouraged. However, he was very clever. He surrendered when Zhao Mai was just captured, so the injury was the lowest among the three.
Chapter completed!