This melee of fighting among all members soon turned into a competition between several small groups - all gladiators who failed to find the "organization" were eliminated in the first round of attacks.

The first round of strikes mentioned here is actually very simple. Everyone rushed to the bottom of a high platform full of weapons, and everyone was enough to arm themselves, and then the remaining weapons naturally had to be thrown out. Almost all the same, axes, daggers, javelins, daggers, short swords, and even giant swords. All gladiators have one or two skills in how to avoid thrown objects, so as long as someone can help them cover it, it will not be too difficult to escape the attacks during this period. Those guys who fought alone cannot deal with attacks from multiple angles at the same time, and they were the first to be eliminated.

Two Gaisses with bubble-bulbing eyes came to Ricas and the others, bent over and hunched back, and trotted all the way from behind. All Gaisses had psychic powers, and they were also using this ability to cover their actions. The Gaisses stared at Ricas and Butcher with their bubble eyes, constantly projecting false images so that they could not see their figures and thought that it was a safe and unmanned area. They held their breath, curled their bent fingers coiled on the spear, and trembled with tension and excitement.

"Hey, there are two fools behind you who are secretly approaching." Butcher lowered his voice and said to Rikas: "Their psychic powers are too clumsy."

"That's because we have undergone special training and they don't. Besides, we have the Muzhi spear, which can suppress them!" Rikas also said with the same volume: "Be ready, one, two, three!" The two people suddenly rushed out, and the Gais people hurriedly resisted, but without the help of their psychic powers, they were not the opponents of the two warriors with martial arts alone.

After the battle in the sand pit began, everyone's eyes were firmly attracted, which greatly facilitated the actions of Shatili and Kotande. They used the crowd as cover to approach the main stand where the Witch King was located from the north and south sides. One disguised himself as a wealthy businessman, and the other was a pretty girl.

The girl was caught by someone, and some words that usually make Shatili angry floated into her ears. She wanted to use magic to knock these people down, but not now. The half-elf girl kept reminding herself mentally that it was not now, but now I still have to save these stupid eggs!

Holding the corner of her skirt, walking lightly, with a flush of panic and excitement on her face, she attracted both her eyes, but it was not too memorable that neither a man nor a woman would reject her small requests she wanted to go through. Only in front of the gate leading to the noble district, two half giants stopped her.

"Master asked me to go over and serve him." Shatili immediately changed into a pitiful expression, tears rolling in her eyes, and might fall off at any time. "If I go late, he will torture me. Flash, so many whips. Please, let me go."

One and a half giants had already dodged half of the passage, but the other reached out to stop her. "I seem to have seen you somewhere," he widened his small eyes and used his strength to recall it in his small-capacity head.

Shadyli looked over in confusion, and was shocked. This half-giant was obviously one of the two half-giant he met on the way when he left the slave camp that night with Mike! She didn't dare to let herself show any strange expressions, but she also restrained her temptation expression a little to avoid causing more memories from the half-giant.

"Isn't your master an ordinary businessman? How could he go to the noble area?" The half giant finally remembered, and his hand had reached to the giant wooden stick at his waist: "What do you want to go over?"

Shatili knew she was in trouble. She could use magic to influence the half-giant's thinking, making him confused, and then change his attitude according to his own thinking. This is always very useful for the simple-minded half-giant. However, here is less than forty meters away from the Witch King's stands, and the fluctuations of magic may not be hidden from Tyr's King, who is a master of magic and spiritual supernatural powers.

She moved her ankles and aimed at the crotch of the half-giant. There was a dagger hidden inside her cuffs, a very precious steel dagger. If she moved fast enough, she could solve the two half-giants and then hide them...where to hide? At this time, she realized that her plan was full of loopholes.

"Hey, why are you still here? Lord Laken is already anxious and is still mentioning this matter just now." A voice came from the other side of the passage in the noble area, and then the sound of a walking stick hitting the head of the half-giant. "Let you look at the passage, not let you stop people, you two idiots!"

Shatili was never as surprised as she is today. Zhao Mai was wearing a MP's clothes, holding a stick more than one meter long as a cane, with a shiny war dog tied to the stick, and a woman wearing a veil in her other hand. Who is that woman? Shatili didn't think about anything else, and she just popped up this question.

"Don't stand here, go quickly!" Zhao Mai said in anger: "That guy is almost suffocating. He almost reached his hand to my baby just now! It's so embarrassing!"

Half Giant still felt something was wrong, but he felt that there were not a hundred or fifty things that were wrong every day. After the head was knocked, it was right. He hurriedly moved out of the passage, and Zhao Mai walked out with his beauty.

"Wait," Zhao Mai leaned closer to Shatili's ear and said to her softly: "Note the guy with full armor beside the Witch King. I think something is wrong. Target your spell at him."

"Where are you going?" Shadili asked with her eyes shaking and she raised her eyes.

"Go to win, my lovely beauty." Zhao Mai smiled slightly: "I have been busy for several weeks."

"What are you secretly busy with? Why do you deliberately ignore me?"

Zhao Mai shook his head, did not answer her, but left straight away. She couldn't catch up and ask clearly, so she could only bit her lip, lift the corner of her skirt around the half-giant, and continue to approach the Witch King.

Since the Underground Temple defeated the Taurus, Mike has been mysterious and has no idea what a person is thinking. Shadyli has always wanted to meet him alone. On the one hand, she wants to understand the secret plan of the druid, and on the other hand, she wants to express her gratitude to him. If he hadn't taken over the vortex formed by the blasphemy energy, she would have been a blasphemy mage now, and it would not be possible to stay in the masked alliance.

Shatili wanted to determine whether Mike had become a blasphemer. If so, she quickly reminded him to avoid some people in the masked alliance, such as his teacher Kotander, and be careful not to be caught or killed. However, Zhao Mai deliberately avoided her and Kotander, and at most he would meet Butcher a few times. Later, he mysteriously disappeared from the manor in Tessian.

After a few weeks of missing, this was the first time Shatili saw Zhao Mai. He didn't even wear any makeup and appeared in the noble area. How did he get in, what did he do, and why did he leave? It was hard for Shatili not to let herself think about these questions. At one point, she even thought that Mike had betrayed them all, or that he was the spy of the Witch King, just like that night, when he met Dogian on the road, it was actually a manifestation of his true identity?
Chapter completed!