When the sandstorm finally ended, Zhao Mai was fortunately not buried alive. The sand almost filled the prison car, and even if it was cleared out, he lost the right to continue riding the car. So Zhao Mai, together with other slaves, had a wretch on his neck and shackles on his feet, walking the last journey step by step.

Losing part of the goods and part of the manpower, Taixi'an finally tasted the trouble of killing too much. In order to catch up with the return date, not only the guards and officials, but sometimes even the Templar himself had to push a cart. Naturally, he didn't have much energy to take care of Zhao Mai's affairs.

Not long after, Tyr finally appeared in their sight. The most spectacular city in the desert has been around for tens of thousands of years and has stood on this land since the reign of the halfling. However, at that time, it was surrounded by green and blue. Green is a lush forest, and blue is an endless ocean. Zhao Mai is now walking above the ocean of the past, and it is still the sea, but it is just a yellow sea of ​​sand.

Halflings have become a distant history. Now, if you want to build anything, you can only use sand, stone and soil. By mixing various chitin, bone meal and straw poles, people here use something similar to cement to build a cascading and complex staircase city. If you want to enter the city, you can climb the steep slope avenue first.

Fortunately, a sandstorm had just ended and the ground was temporarily raised, which saved the van convoy in Taisian from climbing a lot. Zhao Mai looked up and looked up at the pyramid at the highest point of the city. The huge building that was three hundred meters high was the residence of the Witch King Carac. He could feel the power of magic radiating from the pyramid and covering the entire city. In it, the difficulty of casting spells was greatly reduced, even lower than that of Graleon. The Witch King gave the power of magic to the Templars who worked loyally for him, who needed to serve the king as an official and a priest. They performed all Tyr's urban tasks, such as collecting taxes, managing streets, supervising municipal engineering and commanding city guards.

The huge city also needs people of various identities to maintain. Along the way, Zhao Mai also saw many spell casters using spells to take care of the farmland, while hundreds of slaves were only wearing waist-wrapped cloths and were busy in the farmland day and night.

The witch king's ability can summon the wind and rain. When he is in a happy mood - for example, magic has improved again or a certain preference has been satisfied - he will pay attention to the livelihood issues of the residents in the city. Good weather means good harvest, so the grain output here depends entirely on how everyone serves the witch king. However, no matter how good the harvest is, it is only related to the high-level figures, and in the end, those who are hungry will always be the lowest-level slaves.

The Witch King's use of magic will also remove the vitality of the planet Atas like others. The great impact sand wasteland that Zhao Mai and his group had passed through before was a manifestation of this catastrophic consequence. In this regard, Zhao Mai could only sigh for a long time and temporarily regained his sympathy. His current enemy is not the natural environment that is dying here, but the high-level tung samurai in a purple robe, Taisian. He entered the city of Tyr. If he could not get out of the predicament here, it would become more and more difficult in the future. Zhao Mai did not dare to pin all his hopes on the will of the planet. He kept looking at the surrounding environment and looking for places to escape and hide. If the time came, he would seize it without hesitation.

The city is full of eyeliners, and the slaves tried their best to push the cart, and Zhao Mai was completely unable to escape. He was looking for more people and more chaotic places, such as the front.

Next to the collider are the construction site of the Temple Tower, which is the destination of the convoy. In the near future, a huge temple tower that praises the power of the Witch King will rise from here, and the gladiatorial competition that made Rikas dream of was held for it. Now only the bottom part can be seen on the construction site, and the deep foundation is embedded in the body of the city like a wedge. Thousands of slaves are hoarding on this construction site. They are naked and covered with whip marks. Under the scolding of the supervisor, they use rope nets and pulleys to hang the cargo boxes full of baked bricks and install them carefully.

"This is the great temple tower!" Taisian opened his arms and shouted loudly. His eyes were full of fanatical gazes, not for the power of the Witch King, but because of power. He now holds two positions, both a templar who manages the Gladiator and a templar who constructs the construction project. Although he has a direct superior in these two functions, the two positions mean a lot of opportunities. As long as he makes contributions, he will be twice the speed of promotion.

He was trying to purchase building materials from Gurg City. The process of letting the merchants and slave owners in the city contribute money and efforts can fully demonstrate his influence among these people. The ability to complete the work in advance and exceed the limit shows his extraordinary ability. All of this, built on the burly bones along the way, will become his capital for his advancement.

His palms opened and closed, as if he had already grasped something into his palm. At this moment, he saw a slim female templar walking over from the high slopes in the north. He was a beauty, even Tessian, who had always had a gap with her, thought so. Ivory skin is quite rare in this desert world, and she is never afraid to expose it to the sun. Her long black hair is like a black ribbon, swaying left and right with her walking figure. At the same time, the beauty that is unique to women is swaying, and the close-fitting Templar uniform, she is a beauty that makes people want to conquer.

The only flaw is her cold look. Her firm nose and high cheekbones are a sharp momentum that is hard to approach. From her full and sexy red lips, there are always cruel and harsh commands, as she said to Tessian: "Tait all the slaves to the construction site, King Carac's latest order."

"All? Dogian, you have to know that many of the slaves here are not mine."

"Nothing is yours." Dogian's expression did not change at all, like a stone wall with a notice: "Your next task is to find more slaves, to be precise, all slaves. King Carac is not satisfied with the current project progress and requires that it must be accelerated. Otherwise, you know what will happen."

Just as the noose had wrapped around his neck, Taixi'an felt cold all over his body. He had only seen the witch king angry once. An official from a council failed to fulfill his own tax collection promise. In the hall, he was slowly burned into a skeleton by the flames of his mind. Until the skeleton melted into mud, the official was still alive. His screams never stopped for a moment, and it still lingers in Taixi's ears.

"I... I will naturally do my best to execute the orders of Lord Witch King, but..." He could not give up his original plan, so he said: "But organizing gladiator competitions is as important as building temple towers. Without gladiator slaves, there would be no competitive competitions. So, I have to leave gladiator slaves."

"Of course this is possible." Dogian nodded slightly, his eyes as calm as water, like a mirror, which can only reflect other people's emotions and never reveal himself. "You can call out all the gladiators, and I will take away the others and join your truck."

It turns out that you are still thinking about swallowing the credit for transporting goods! Taixian roared in his heart, wanting to step forward and cut off the woman's white and slender neck, and then hand over her body to the half giant while it is hot. But Duojian's ability is far beyond his own. She is not the kind of guy who has not graduated from the Academy of Psychology. In addition, Duojian has received quite strict martial arts training, and is ranked at the forefront even among the Templar Warriors. Not to mention Taixian, even a few half giants guards are not her opponent. Taixian knows in his heart that at most, he scolds her "old virgin" in his heart, but if he takes action rashly, there will never be any good results. Moreover, he has just returned to the city, and Duojian has been waiting here for a long time, and no one knows whether there are any ambushes she set up in the building next to the road.

After a few breaths, Taixi'an, who had always been cautious and self-controlled, called out his guards and officials, and then pulled out several strong slaves. Zhao Mai was related to mysterious weapons and masked alliances, so he was also here. Dogian looked over one by one, "suddenly my heart moved", reached out, pointed at Zhao Mai and said, "This is also your gladiator slave?"

After staying in his cesspool for two weeks, buried by sand, and then whipping and exposure to the sand, Zhao Mai's appearance was really bad. The muscles he trained were consumed a lot because they were converted into natural force for healing, so he seemed to be powerless. "Throw him into the construction team and work more than one, he couldn't be a gladiator."

"But, he has a strong fighting ability." Tesian was still thinking about the secret of the strange weapon.

"Strong?" Dogian walked over and whipped Zhao Mai with a whip: "What's so thin, why are you strong? Extend your palm and let me see!"

It turned out that this was the opportunity. Zhao Mai thought of what Planet Will promised him: Leaving the surveillance in Taixi'an. Going to the temple tower construction site, the benefits are self-evident. The core secret of the Witch King is in the temple tower. Wouldn't it be a waste if you don't go and see it? Moreover, there are many people there, which is conducive to carrying out the next action.

Therefore, this opportunity cannot be missed, it must be seized in your hands!

Because he secretly cured his arms with natural force before, and he had only worked and had not exercised recently, there were no calluses in Zhao Mai's palms that were unique to the weapons used by warriors. "Taixi'an, are you playing tricks on me? Take him to the construction team! Also, your duty as a Templar of construction projects is immediately cancelled. Go and concentrate on your gladiator. There is nothing you have to do here."

Taixian touched the weapon, but quickly let go. What he couldn't tolerate the most was the reduction of power, but he would not turn against him impulsively. Although he failed to graduate from the School of Psychology, Taixian learned one thing, that is, forbearance and latecomer are very important, and he only laughed the best until the end.

He skillfully controlled his expression, made a proper surprise and anger, but immediately turned to sorrow. "I obey the orders." said Tessian. "But I will complain to the upper and take my post back."

Dogian didn't even snort, just looked at him coldly.

Zhao Mai moved two steps and stood in the queue of slaves on the construction site. Taixian glanced over and was about to say that Zhao Mai was a prisoner of the masked alliance, but a thought suddenly appeared. The mysterious boy was a member of the masked alliance. Why didn’t Duojian pick others but looked for him? What is hidden in it? Could it be that... As a templar, Duojian is actually a member of the masked alliance, or at least a supporter?

No! Taixian became very firm: Dogian is a masked alliance, she must be, no, too! This is a good idea, why didn’t I think about it before? Taixian thanked Zhao Mai in his heart for helping him discover such a secret, and then developed such an idea. By overthrowing Dogian, you can open up the road to power!
Chapter completed!