Behind Dogian, a long team of slaves followed listlessly. There was no chain around their necks, and their hands and feet were not tied up. More than 200 slaves were guarded by more than 20 human warriors, six and a half giants and four mantis men. Under high pressure, the "marching discipline" of the slaves was not scattered at all. Everyone remained silent, lowered their heads, and followed the other one.

"Pagan, don't you know the order I gave you? You can't even do such a job guarding the gate here, and you don't know how you became a high-level templar!"

"Of course it is the trust and promotion of Lord Witch King," Pagan was still immersed in Shatili's charming spell. Dogian was a recognized beauty among the Templars, and no one could pick a flower. Although she was beautiful, in Pagan's eyes, she was not as cute as the little slave girl. If he had been obeyed by Dogian's momentum, he could not say a word of objection, but now he was "incidentally affectionate with others" and could not refute - is this the only way to be tough without desire? "I have not left this post, so your accusation does not exist."

"Well? You don't need a respectful title?" Dogian raised his slender neck, raised his chin, and stood in front of Pagan. She stretched out her slender fingers and stuck into Pagan's neck, but she didn't touch his greasy skin at all, and then pulled out the metal necklace. "When you carry this chain, do you think you are really capable of being a high-level templar? What do you think you can do for Lord Witch King and what can you do for Tyr City?"

She shook off the chain and walked to Shatili again, pinched the cheeks of the half-elf maid with one hand, lifted her up directly from the ground, shook it left and right, and threw it hard into the mud bar on the street. "That's the kind of thing? Are your eyes blind?"

Blood kept oozing out of her gums, which soon turned Satiri's saliva into red. She began to look at the surrounding environment, assess whether she could rush out of the door while the chaos was in trouble, and then escape with the complex alleyways in Area XC.

"Oh, what is this, a slave holding a dog?" Dogian's boots broke through the silence around him and stopped in front of Zhao Mai again. "Why do I think you are familiar?" Before she finished speaking, she reached out to grab Zhao Mai's face.

Unexpectedly, such a disturbance came out. If she was interrogated in detail, it would be troublesome! People who exercised their psychic powers would be strengthened in memory, so the Templar Dogian could recall any time when they saw Zhao Mai among the slaves of Taisian. Moreover, Zhao Mai and Shatili tried to escape the cover of the level. The merchant Malute, who asked the lustful official Pagan, was another unmatched place.

Kill? After several months of training, Zhao Mai felt that his strength had improved greatly. If there were only two and a half giants and two templars, he would be sure to repel them and run away. However, Dogian followed a slave-catching team, and there were too many people. It was said that two fists could not match four hands. He had good confidence, but he could not be so confident that he thought that others were all decorations.

Zhao Mai immediately understood that at this time, he must immediately grasp the dominance of this matter, let Duojian follow his own ideas, and no longer let things develop. He must be stronger than the high-level temple to be unexpected and confusing them.

So, Zhao Mai grabbed her wrist.

Dogian widened his eyes: "Bold!" Shatili also covered her mouth with her hands at this time. She almost didn't dare to see what was going to happen next, and her legs were scared and she couldn't even get excited to escape in an instant.

"Don't scare it." Zhao Mai grabbed Dogian's wrist and put the reserved grain on the ground with his other hand. The puppy stared at Dogian, then sat down, raised his hind legs, licked his belly and scratched itchy, looking fearless.

"You can complete the task assigned to you by King Carac. Don't block the other people's path, otherwise you will have no way out." Zhao Mai let go of Dogian's wrist and stared at her movements.

The Templar Warrior took off his shoulder and touched the handle of the nail head. Zhao Mai was ready, and his raised hand slapped directly on Duojian's face. The power of the mind made his palm extremely hard, and it collided violently with Duojian's mind force and annihilated each other. In the end, calluses were called upon the skin, mud and dust against the makeup, and "splash".

The physical injury of Duojian was nothing, but he was angry. His spiritual power rushed towards Zhao Mai like a tide. Unlike her sudden move, Zhao Mai was prepared, building defense lines at layers, using imagination to fight willpower, and remained unmoved in the spiritual storm.

The collision of psionic energy triggered lightning, bursting out from the middle of the two. The lightning did not have much damage effect, and it was just a numb attack on the body, but it looked quite terrifying. Seeing this, the slave team rushed up quickly and waved the weapons in their hands to help their leader.

Zhao Mai couldn't let the other party take the initiative, so he suddenly retracted, leaving only the most core protection, and gave up a large number of peripheral positions. This was the skill learned in the manual of the Mind Powers of Halfling. After retracting, the action followed was to drill into the crotch and then launch a heavy blow up. Because Halfling's stature was short, his enemies would stagger forward and lose balance due to the sudden withdrawal of spiritual energy.

Even if Zhao Mai was killed, he would not go to get into the crotch! Dogian moved forward half a step, and he also wanted to move forward. He handed his hand forward, and the sharp edges of the tiles pressed against Dogian's throat. Zhao Mai's other hand grabbed Dogian's back neck with the flow. As long as both hands exerted force in the middle, the female Templar would be dead.

Dogian was in a daze, and then found that she was being restrained. She looked at the man dressed in a slave opposite, and the hearing strengthened by the spiritual power captured his steady and powerful heartbeat, as well as the terrible spiritual power hidden in the sea of ​​heart. The familiarity of the past and the surprise of the present inexplicably mixed together became a plausible illusion of thinking. Who can use such spiritual power? Soon, she guessed that he was a spy under the witch King Carac and a temple messenger.

Zhao Mai turned to the semi-bald Templar and said, "Pagan, do you know why you can wear an iron necklace? It's not that someone wants to praise you, but that someone wants your stupidity to turn it into a noose soon and watch you be hanged." Then he leaned closer to Dogian and broke through the distance of her psychological defense. The high-level Templar pupils expanded a little, and his spiritual supernatural powers immediately became a defensive. Zhao Mai watched her shrink for a moment, knowing that her posture had involuntarily lowered at this time, and handed over the initiative to think.

He said in a rather calm and even cold tone: "Dogian, your project has been tampered with, but you are still wasting time on these slaves? What do you think your face looks like and what impact does it have on Lord Witch King? Stupid is Pagan's noose, and what about yours? It's pride and carelessness."

"What...what means?"

"The project of the temple tower," Zhao Mai said mysteriously: "The things that Lord Witch King cares about and what you ignore will naturally be used. If I were you, before I checked my own stall, I would not randomly reach out to stop others from doing serious business."

After saying that, he let go of his hand, hiding the tiles that Dogian would not see, then directly grabbed Shatili's collar, pulled her up from the ground roughly, and pushed forward suddenly: "Continue to lead the way."

"Wait... Sir..." Dogian bit her lip, she didn't dare to cover the fingerprints mixed with red and black on her face, and asked quickly: "I... can I know what's going on in the temple tower?"

"Use your eyes and hands to find it, don't believe in the supernatural powers and arcanes, you will find something." Zhao Mai didn't look back, but his voice meticulously penetrated into Duojian's ears: "The supernatural powers and arcanes are enough for Lord Witch King himself, and you don't need you. You have to show your value from other aspects. You are full of enemies, stupid women."

Zhao Mai pushed Shatili, who was still dizzy, and followed him with his reserve grain twisted his butt. The slave team made way out of the passage, and several people walked through the gate, and walked along the slope towards the outer city along the slope in the direction of the slave team. After a while, they turned to the side and left the templars' sight.

Dogian then raised his hand and gently stroked the swollen place that was beaten, but he didn't use his psychic power to treat it. She glanced at Pagan standing beside her, and for the first time she felt that these men were even more ugly and delayed, and had no qualities that men should have. If in the past, she had raised her arms and smeared her erotic and cowardly face, but now she felt that this was a waste of time and defilement of her body.

Only... she finally took her hand off her cheek, and then said to Pagan angrily: "Take a lot of these slaves to the construction site. If one is missing, don't wait for the noose. Hurry up and commit suicide! Annoying!"

Then, she waved her hand and asked the Mantis warrior to follow her, then kicked and stepped on her leather boots and headed straight to the construction site. As a high-level templar warrior responsible for building the temple tower, she would inevitably be punished if there was any problem anywhere.

Tyre in the outer city is quiet, like a desert at night, deserted. Whether it is the road or the alley, it is empty, with only the dim sign lights that are unattended to be exposed to a dim yellow light. The wind blows the windows and hits the window frames. There seems to be reflections of the voyeur pupils in the dark, but when you look closely, you can't find anything.

"I was scared to death just now." Shatili patted her chest with her hand and let out a long sigh. "You dare to hit Dogian. That is the worst-tempered and smelly guy among all the high-level templar warriors!"

Zhao Mai also breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his forehead that was painful because of the battle of his mind. After all, it was too much to hold back. "I have no other way, just bite the bullet and get on. Sometimes I have to be tough, right?"

"Well, that's right." Shatili looked at Zhao Mai's eyes and suddenly asked, "Are you the subordinate of the Witch King?"

"No." Zhao Mai's answer was short and powerful.

Shatili smiled slightly, and the corners of her eyes also bent. "Well, I believe you are telling the truth."

"Then you guys are really too careless. What if I am a guy with superb acting skills?"
Chapter completed!