The sand covered Zhao Mai, and everything around him became dark, and only the sound of the heart pumping blood was like a drum beat, banging and banging. Because he needed to hold his breath, he felt that he was about to explode and he might not be able to hold on at any time. Fortunately, the energy vortex kept massaged the surface of his body, making the numb feeling weaker and weaker, which urged him to stick to it as much as possible.

A stinging feeling appeared, spreading every inch of the skin, even the eyelids. The sand that drowns himself seemed to turn into a steel needle, pricking from all directions. At the same time, from these stinging places, he finally reconnected to the circulation of natural force and slowly restored his control over the body. First, some irregular tremors were used to activate muscle reactions, but now it slowly calmed down, allowing natural force to flow along blood vessels and nerves, dispelling the remaining paralyzing energy.

The battle seemed to have stopped, and for a while no sound or vibration came. Zhao Mai was about to support himself with his arm when he felt a force pulling him up from his chest. The faint light from the underground ruins reappeared in his eyes, and he saw the battlefield again. In front of him was the high-level tung samurai Tessian, the incomparable Tessian. His armor was completely damaged, his body was covered with wounds and bruises, and one eye was swollen like a hill. However, he won, and the Tauren's head was held in his hand.

Templar Tessian whipped a few times, threw the Tauren's head aside, turned into two hands to grab Zhao Mai's clothes, and lifted him out of the sand.

"Ah, my beast trainer, I didn't expect it to be you." Taixian lifted his fist and slammed Zhao Mai's face. With a bang, Zhao Mai's buck teeth were knocked out. "You really escaped from the slave camp. At that time, I felt that the body didn't look like yours."

Zhao Mai squinted his eyes and looked at Taixi'an. He didn't notice that he had murderous intentions for the time being, so his arms drooped and continued to pretend that he had no strength, but secretly accumulated strength and let the spiritual power flow into his limbs and bones again.

"The Masked Alliance, all three of you are hiding in my home. Do you want to make trouble?" Taixian shook Zhao Mai around and wanted to shake a doll. "The Witch King will be very happy to see you and dig out the secrets of the Masked Alliance through you, and I will also receive a reward!"

"Hehe, stop tempting, you know in your heart that the Witch King will not care about these things." Zhao Mai was ready to counterattack at any time, so he kept attracting the attention of the Templar Warriors with his words: "And, even if you hand us over, the Witch King could not find out about the masked alliance, because there was no such thing in my mind."

"I don't believe it." Taixian shook his head.

"You'd better believe it."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded from a distance, and then with a few flashes of light, Kotande, with white eyebrows rushed over. Tesian frowned, pressed his dagger against Zhao Mai's throat, and looked at the old man with his eyes slanted. He was ragged, his right sleeve was empty, and he held an obsidian staff in his left hand. The magic light gathered at the top of the staff, making Tesian feel a terrifying chill.

"Hello, Master Tessian, the masked alliance greets you." Kotande stood still and pointed at Tessian with his staff. A series of questions gushed out: "Don't you think your victory was a bit lucky? Or did you deliberately ignore my help to you? Why did you turn against him so quickly? How about you let him go first?"

"You are traitors, and what you say is like farting!" Taixian shook his head. He had felt strange before. The tauren's movements suddenly appeared and he seized the opportunity to cause a fatal wound, and then cut off its head. Taixian looked at the one-armed white-browed old man with his eyes slanted, and understood that it must be the mage who secretly helped. However, he was a Templar, and the old man was just a traitor in the masked alliance, so he would not admit the help he received. "My people are coming, and you will be beaten up in one fell swoop. Why should I listen to you?"

Kotander's beard shook slightly and said confidently: "Because we can make you survive the mortal state, because we are going to kill the Witch King."

"Just you? Even this tauren was killed by me in the end. Your abilities may not be very good!"

"Without our masked alliance, you would die at the hands of the Taurus. And, don't forget that only we have enough courage to attack the Witch King, but you will never be able to do this." Kotande's eyes were very firm, the staff in his hand did not shake at all, and the light of magic was also. "I said that we can do it, and we will definitely do it. Taisian, you are a high-level tung samurai of the Temple Tower. Tell me, don't you doubt the role of that building? Are you really blind to death for the Witch King?"

When talking about this, Taixian frowned, thought for a while, threw Zhao Mai aside and put the dagger away. "What do you all know?"

"According to our friends on the construction site, you have sent several groups of people into the temple tower for a work called the final inspection. But did the Witch King appear and be very angry? Your people are dead, have you discovered something?"

"Yes, this is abnormal. I went to find the design drawings of the temple tower, but I could never find them again. The Witch King ordered all the drawings to be destroyed, so there must be a secret there." Tesian looked at Kotande. For the first time, the Witch King's Templar and Tyr's masked alliance had a common interest to a certain extent. "I think we should talk openly and honestly."

"The evil Witch King wants the whole city of Tyr to provide him with magic power. He wants to drain everything, starting from the arena." Kotand said: "The only way to stop him is to assassinate him before he finishes everything."

"You can't do it." Taixian's biggest worry was confirmed by the enemy, but he calmly shook his head calmly: "Even if you add me, you can't complete the assassination. The power of the Witch King is too powerful, and there is no power to penetrate its spiritual barrier and magic barrier, and you can't hurt it at all."

“When he started to absorb, he had to open these two barriers to get the energy in. At that time, he was not invincible,” Kotand said. “It was still very difficult, but it wasn’t impossible.”

Taixi'an pondered for a while, thinking about the feasibility. He found that as long as he was careful and avoided letting the Witch King read his memory, this would be beneficial or not for him. After careful consideration, he found that if the Witch King decided to read his memory, no matter whether he really betrayed the Witch King, then his mind would be unable to be saved. Therefore, he had no reason to stop the masked alliance. After a while, he finally nodded and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"You control the guardians of the arena that day and let them assist us in our actions."

"I can make them not interfere, but I can't let them act with you. I can't take action unless I'm sure the Witch King is dead. Moreover, as long as the Witch King gives a clear order, I will continue to execute it."

Kotander nodded: "Okay, you just need to let our people enter the arena. You want to place bets on both sides. No matter whether you succeed there, you will have benefits to earn. If I were me, I would think so. But in the end you will find that cooperating with us is the only way to survive. The Witch King is a dead end."

"This is just your statement." Taixi'an was still stubborn.

"Do you think a dragon needs your service?" said Kotand. "He will transform into a dragon and use death to accumulate his own strength, starting from the city of Tyr, and bringing the destruction of the entire land."

Tesian stared at Kotande without saying a word for a long time. His heartbeats were beating very quickly. Through his psychic powers, he predicted that this scene would be very likely to appear. Just like animals' perception of disaster, the psychic warlocks would also have some sense of the future. The word dragon undoubtedly touched Tesian, and he left: "I will not interfere with you."

Kotande also breathed a sigh of relief and came to check Zhao Mai's condition. Zhao Mai didn't pretend to be dead, tremblingly got up, dragged Rikas and Butcher together with the old man, and then woke Shatili who was still in a coma.

Everyone's sense of paralysis gradually disappeared, and they asked about Kotande's condition, especially the hand he lost. The old man smiled: "The halfling ate it, and the team sent before became their belly. But I finally completed my mission and brought the weapon. However, that thing will suppress all the spells and psychic abilities, and I can't take it to fight. Let's clean up and I will take you to see."

"Taixi'an said he still has reinforcements," Zhao Mai thought for a while and said, "Is it fake?"

"Well, there is no one outside, and even if there are reinforcements, they can't get in." Kotand nodded.
Chapter completed!