The sound of footsteps came from the paper steps of the Temple Tower, dense and nervous footsteps. Dojian was ready for the battle, but the reserve grain was just shouting twice and then lay down at Zhao Mai's feet. It seems that the person coming must be friends, so Zhao Mai asked Dojian to relax and just stand up.

The first one to rush up was Rikas. His prosthetic limb was completely finished. He just wrapped it in a strip of cloth and was still slowly oozing out blood. However, he was still holding the heart-milling spear as a weapon in his other hand, and he was always ready for battle. Butcher followed him with a brand new giant sword, followed by Kotande and Satiri holding the staff, and the ones that landed on the back were Tesian with a giant axe on his back.

Zhao Mai couldn't hold on to the crotch, covered his vitals with one hand, and greeted everyone with the other hand. Hi?

"Is the Witch King dead?" Ricas asked. Zhao Mai nodded and pointed to the body behind him. The Moors breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked at his clothes. As gladiators, he and Butcher only had shorts tied around their waists. They couldn't lend them, so they could only give Zhao Mai an apologetic look.

Shatili poked her head out from behind Butcher's tall body, with an expression of incredibly surprised: "You were naked and stabbed the Witch King to death with a spear?"

"Hey!" Zhao Mai was a little angry: "You are too ambiguous, right?!" But Shadili just covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes kept looking at Zhao Mai. It seemed that she must have done it on purpose.

Kotande also smiled. He stood quietly, enjoying the tranquility and happiness after victory. Zhao Mai turned his eyes to ask for help, and the old man shook his white eyebrows, "Look at what I do, I only have one hand, I am a disabled old man. You won't want to take off my clothes, right?"

"It seems that I have to come." Taixian took off his cloak very quickly and threw it at Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai gently avoided it, letting the cloak fall to the ground, and then said to Kotande: "Why is he here?"

"Although the Witch King is dead, you still need my help." Tesian lowered his head slightly, made a half-bow, and then straightened his back and said, "I am on your side. I removed most of the guards in advance, otherwise Shatili and Kotande would not be able to approach the stands at all. I also opened the door and let the people escape, otherwise the Witch King's magic power would be stronger. Moreover, I stopped the guards from attacking you, and then brought everyone to the temple tower and opened the door with my own hands."

"Thank you for your contributions in the past." Zhao Mai said. He walked to the Witch King, stepped on his face barefoot, and pulled the wooden spear out of his brain. The black blood dripped, and the ticking sound was clearly heard. Zhao Mai looked at Taixi'an with his head tilted, his eyes showing murderous intent, but his tone was still calm: "What?"

At that moment, Tesian felt the threat and shook his arm and wanted to pull the axe behind him. But he immediately woke up and stopped his movements. There were seven people and a dog here, and he was only one of them, and he was the only one who was alone. As long as he pulled out his weapon, he would be dead. He took a deep breath, and although he wanted to kill all the people in front of him, his expression was even more humble and he bent down deeply.

This bow lasted for five seconds, and then he stood up with full confidence in his eyes. He clearly did not look like a disadvantaged person, but like a presidential candidate who walked onto the podium. "I will become the new king of Tyr! I am the first Templar. I can immediately take over the power of Tyr, maintain the order of the city, avoid robbery, murder and anything worse. I can make Tyr avoid division and destruction, and I can make this success in killing the Witch King not fail! If no one manages the city, it will become ruins! No one is more suitable for management than Templars, after all, Templars have more than a thousand years of management experience!"

"Templar? We all know what you have done in the past thousand years!" Shatili curled her lips and retorted.

"Everything will change, so, come and help me do things better," Taisian said with eager and expectant eyes, and his language sounded so sincere and moving.

Kotande looked at Zhao Mai, then looked at Taixi'an. He clearly felt a little pain in his heart, as if something had slipped away from it. The old man sighed, took a step forward to block Zhao Mai, and then said to Taixi'an: "First of all, we must liberate all slaves."

"Of course," said Tessian, "I promise you."

Shatili blinked and said, "The lynching must be a fair trial."

"This is conducive to the construction of order," Tessian nodded: "This is my wish." He then turned his eyes to Rikas, and the Moors scratched their heads and said, "Well, we need to help those poor slaves... poor people and help them rebuild their lives."

"I will spare no effort for prosperity and freedom Tyre."

Butcher snorted, wiped the blood from his face, and said, "We are going to the Witch King's treasure house, you can open it for us."

"Uh..." Tessian hesitated for a moment, but if he thought about it, it was not his own treasure house anyway. It was expected that the income would be lower than nothing. He reacted quickly and immediately made up: "Of course. But I have to check it out to see which Templar knows the specific details. After all, I have never been a treasure house guard."

In the end, only Zhao Mai was left. Taixian swallowed a little secretly, but his expression was still confident and friendly, friendly, friendly but not flattering. He knew very well that if Zhao Mai insisted on killing him, with the credit of killing the Witch King, these people would not really stop him. There might be verbal condemnation, but that condemnation would obviously not resurrect the dead body named Taixian.

"What I want is different from them," Zhao Mai said: "You said that the Templars can help manage the city, which is currently in line with the actual situation. However, the Templars must become history, just like the rule of the Witch King. My requirement is to let the people of the Masked Alliance enter the Templars and learn how to manage it. Let's start with the City Guards, and it is best to learn to fight and maintain order. Within a year, the Masked Alliance must manage more than half of the City Guards, and then increase year by year, and not decrease."

Tessian felt dizzy, as if it was dark... This heavy blow made his face twitch and he could no longer maintain his expression perfectly. Kotande raised his eyebrows, and he obviously learned something from Tessian's expression, and he secretly remembered it in his heart. It took more than ten seconds for the high-level Templar to recover, stood up again, glanced across everyone, and finally fell on the crown of the Witch King, and stopped there. "Okay, I agree. Sharing... Sharing power is what the alliance and comrades should do." He said reluctantly.

Zhao Mai moved aside and said, "I will look at you. You must remember that you once robbed a person in the desert. This person has a good memory and he also killed the Witch King. Yes, you actually robbed the only mortal in history who killed the Witch King. Ah, if I were you, I would definitely think about Tyre City sincerely, and I dare not let this person hear anything bad."

Taixi'an paused for a moment, and then said, "I will not forget. I will build a monument to keep this matter going forever."

Well, his meaning implies that there are other witch kings here! Tyr City is just one of the many cities ruled by witch kings. Although it is the largest, it is never the only one. Whether it is the masked alliance, Zhao Mai, there are still many enemies to face. Taixi'an is still very important and cannot be overly oppressed.

"Oh, don't fix me." Zhao Mai shook his head: "It was Rikas who killed the Witch King, not me."

The Moors immediately became anxious: "No, you killed Karak, we all know this."

"Actually we killed Karak," Zhao Mai corrected. He looked at everyone's face and remembered everyone's expressions in his heart. He said sincerely: "Without any of them, or even Tessian, we cannot accomplish this. However, for the sake of Tyr City and for all the unliberated slaves of Atas, the slave gladiator Rikas killed the Witch King Karak. I am just a passerby without a background, not as well known as Rikas. Now Tyr City needs a hero and needs to establish confidence in winning. And my name obviously cannot play such a role."

Kotand was the first to understand Zhao Mai's meaning, and came up to pat Ricas on the shoulder: "Mac is right. Tyre City needs you to stand up, and we all are willing to make you a hero. This has never been an honor, but a heavy burden, and may even become a bondage. You are carrying it for all of us, in order to keep the slaves hope forever. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, if there is a Witch King's assassin coming to deal with you, I will help you stare at it and kill them first." Butcher clenched his fists and also cast an encouraging look.

"Thank you all..." Ricas took a deep breath, with a smile on his face: "As the first thing he decided by himself after freedom, I chose to follow your advice."

Taixian lowered his head and snorted lightly, but glanced at the expressionless Dogian from the corner of his eyes. How many of her bright eyes have seen? Will she inform? With this uneasiness, Taixian walked to the broken body of the Witch King, squatted down, and picked up the golden crown - what he had dreamed of.

The Witch King has been wearing it for more than a thousand years. Now it is contaminated by the Witch King's black blood, but it still looks majestic.

Taixi'an walked out of the platform, stood in the sunlight of Tyr City, put on the crown with both hands, "Long live the king." He could only whisper.
Chapter completed!