Kotande put down his staff, cast spells with one hand, and opened the spell that closed the secret door. He pushed open the door with his own hands and then led everyone forward. This is a new secret stronghold in the Masked Alliance, which is known only by Kotande, and is one of the safest places. He hid the Heartwood Spear here, and then rushed to the underground ruins to rescue Shatili and others.

In the dark room, in the dark compartment, there were two spears about one and a half meters wrapped in layers of runes painted cloth. Kotande uncovered the cloth strip, and the spear exposed a corner, immediately suppressing all the magic and spiritual powers around him.

"This is the weapon of the halfling, the Heart-Mujiu."

It seems to be two inconspicuous wooden spears, rough handmade and inferior materials. There are still some unmatched burrs on the spear rod, which feels very light when held in the hand, and it seems to be broken as soon as it is broken.

"The Heart Wood Spear can penetrate all the barriers of magic and psychic powers, and those who hold him will not be harmed by magic and psychic powers." Kotander put the obsidian staff aside, because after the Heart Wood Spear was taken out, the effect of the staff was also suppressed. "After all the time, the half-body agreed to lend the Heart Wood Spear out, on the condition that it was killed by the Witch King Karak and prevent him from becoming a giant dragon."

"How did the Halfling know about the plan of the Witch King Karak?" Zhao Mai felt very strange.

"They have their own way, and I didn't understand this. In fact, after the Halfling said the story of turning into a dragon, I connected all the actions and clues of Carac." Kotander handed the Heartwood Spear to Butcher and Rikas: "You two are going to the arena, so they are left to you. Satiri and Mike both recommended you to me, and I have also measured that you are indeed our greatest hope and best choice."

"You are right to do this." Butcher took the spear into his hand and turned it around twice. "Hey, you know, there is no noise of spiritual power in my ears, and the world has become so quiet."

Zhao Mai wanted to pass the Heart Wood Spear from Rikas and felt the suppression of the surrounding power by this weapon. The paths of the entry and output of the mind power were blocked, and the same was true for magic energy, but although the natural force was suppressed, it could still operate. He was about to try casting a druid spell, but suddenly he thought of the blasphemer and the blasphemy energy vortex, so he held it back.

Zhao Mai clearly remembered how Kotande scolded Shatili for using too much magic. He was a very "fanity" guardian mage. Maybe he would break up with him because of this matter. Zhao Mai returned the Xinmu Spear to Rikas and said, "If you two throw it together, the chance of success may be higher."

"It's probably not that simple." Kotande said: "The Heart Wood Spear is not afraid of magic and spiritual superpowers, and penetrates any armor defense, but it is still a weapon after all. The Witch King only needs to block others in front of him. Moreover, the Heart Wood Spear cannot penetrate the magic barrier infinitely, and every layer of destruction will also reduce lethality, so we also need to find a way to remove the magic protection around the Witch King."

"Can this be done? The Witch King has strong spell casting ability, your power..."

"In fact, most of the barriers will be created by those blasphemers. The Witch King doesn't always do these small things personally, so there is no big problem. Shatili and I will be responsible for this matter, as long as Tessian is not doing anything in it."

Shatili looked worried, and she thought of the torture of the Templars and the slaves around her. "We cannot fully believe in Tessian. His fear of the Witch King may exceed his fear of death, so he will betray us at any time. Just one sentence, a look or an inappropriate action, the Witch King may search Tessian's brain because of suspicion, and everything will be exposed."

"This is a dangerous thing, but we have no better way," Kotand said. "I believe that the cause of justice and freedom will surely win!"

"Maybe there is no other way." Zhao Mai touched his chin, and was still thinking about the Taurus's affairs. Originally, only Ricas should have thrown a heart-wood spear, but now the heart-wood spear has become two. This must be the trick of the Taurus. Why did he do this? While cutting off Ricas' arm, he made another heart-wood spear. Isn't this causing trouble for himself?

Zhao Mai felt that if he could figure this out, then the Taurus's plan would be revealed and he would be able to seize the opportunity to win.

--------(I want the dividing line of monthly tickets)------

A few weeks later, Ricas and Butcher walked into the Grand Arena side by side and headed to the final. They were wearing their upper body, with only a pair of cloth straps around their waists as shorts, and were both barefoot. The arena regulations that no weapons are allowed when entering, and all gladiators set out from the edge of the field and rushed to the pyramid of the ladder set in the center of the circular field. Those who successfully occupied the peak and paid tribute to the Witch King will become the final winner.

Everyone's weapons were placed at the bottom of the pyramid, scattered in a circle, and the heart-wood spear was in it. It can be said that it was the least noticeable one, especially compared with those swords, guns, swords and halberds that flashed with metallic light. However, all the weapons were not as eye-catching as Rikas's hand sword. After all, it was the only weapon that allowed it to be brought into the venue from the beginning.

It was not without other Templars who objected to Tessian's favoritism, but these complaints disappeared quickly in the ears of the Witch King's ears like snow in the desert. In fact, Tessian knew that even if the masked alliance brought a large flag to the competition venue, it would not attract much attention from the Karak Witch King. The King of Tyr, who had a haggard face and was becoming more and more reptile, had all his energy left the world and only cared about his temple tower.

Every day he walked out of the Great Pyramid where he lived, went to the Temple Tower to check, and no one was allowed to follow. Taixi'an always waited at the entrance and exit of the Temple Tower, lowered his head, and looked at the Witch King from the corner of his eyes. He captured a kind of excitement and greed, which was part of the feelings that the Witch King rarely showed. At that time, Taixi'an understood completely that the so-called power and the so-called Tyr city are things that can be abandoned for the Witch King, and only the power is eternal.

Only with eternal power, Taixi'an kept saying to himself. Only in this way can he suppress his tension, still have a serious expression, and stand meticulously beside the Witch King. Their position is on the prominent platform on the west side of the Grand Arena, and there are eaves in the shape of a dragon above their heads, so that when the competition starts in the afternoon, they can avoid direct sunlight. Moreover, this position can be directly opposite the temple tower on the east side of the arena, and the Witch King's eyes are often stuck on the magic masterpiece.

"Taisian, my high-level templar, I'm very satisfied with your recent service." The Witch King glanced at the audience in the arena, licked his lips, and said slowly: "Do you know how many people are sitting down there?"

"All seats are full, with a total of 23,000 people."

"Well, how many people have you sent to maintain order?"

"All the Templars and half of the city guards." Taisian bent hard, put his head low, and felt a chill in his exposed neck, which was a very rare feeling in his life. When was the last time? Taisian forced his thoughts to drift away from the keywords of masked alliance, assassination and temple tower. Oh, by the way, Taisian remembered. It was when he was a child, while he was still learning the power of his mind with his teacher. A group of desert bandits tried to attack Tyr, which caused the unhappiness of the Witch King Karak. He used magic, covered the entire sky, and lowered red lightning to burn all the attackers to coke. That time, he had a thought: in front of the Witch King, a person's magic and spiritual power were meaningless, and only climbing the steps of power was his lifelong pursuit.

His lips moved, and he almost told everything. ‘Maybe the Witch King will forgive me and reward my loyalty.’

The Witch King sat on the tall pure gold throne, holding his chin to look at the crowd under the platform. He waved his hand, as if he was sending a fly: "Taisian, you don't have to be here. Wait until the competition begins, let your people seal the door."
Chapter completed!