Chapter 142 Conflict

A few days later, the two teams met unexpectedly in the wilderness.

Zhao Mai looked at the mighty team catching up behind him, then at the six knights riding sand war lizards around him, and decided to stop after weighing the situation. Even if they could kill six sand troglodytes—assuming that the opponent was stupid enough not to distance themselves to harass them, but decided to fight to the end—it would still be difficult for them to get rid of the large group of people behind them. The wasteland ends not far away, and the road leads into the mountains. According to Ricas, the town of Otaruk guards the mountain pass, which is the only passable road, so the result is that they cannot avoid each other at all.

Unless his brain is burned out, he will leave the road and escape deep into the wilderness. Despite Butcher's different opinions, Zhao Mai decided to wait and see what the Templar would say, hoping that this time he could also rely on deception to get through.

Along the way, Taixi'an basically didn't let the team take any rest. In his opinion, there was a shed sticking out of the truck to block the sun, and there was a special space for the slaves to sleep during the shift. The food was also supplied according to standards, so there was no reason to stop. They work day and night and will not hold anything back until they complete the mission of Karak Witch King. If they can do it as early as possible, they will not relax for a second. Tai Xi'an has strict self-discipline, which is the secret of his success.

"Sir, there is a slave owner and his two slaves in front, one of whom is a Muir." The cavalry reported: "Both slaves are good goods, and the slave owner does not have any obvious identity marks on his body."

"Let's go up and have a look." Just like that, Zhao Mai and his party were surrounded by high-ranking templar Tai Xi'an.

Looking at the robes and armor on the other side, the bright flag behind them, and the ten half-giant warriors surrounding them, Zhao Mai knew that his side was at an absolute disadvantage. So he jumped off the beetle, hurriedly came to Taixi'an, bowed and said: "Dear Lord Templar, do you have any advice?"

Before he finished speaking, a spiritual probing penetrated into Zhao Mai's mind. When Taisian saw the two slave fighters, he had the idea of ​​​​taking them for himself. What two strong warriors these are! They will definitely shine at the Temple Tower Athletic Conference and add more political weight to themselves. And, once they win, Tessian, as master, can make a request of the Witch-King!

Maybe others will waste this request, or lose their lives because of greed, or miss opportunities because of shallow knowledge, but that will never be him, Tai Xi'an. The Witch King has not yet become a god, so his intentions can be guessed, and Taixi'an is sure that he will get the maximum benefit.

"Give me these two slaves, and then you can get out." Taixi'an didn't want to talk nonsense and went straight to the point. "If you see the desert, get out and don't appear in front of me again."

"Sir, these two slaves are mine, you can't take them away." Zhao Mai stood up straight. He dispelled the psychic probe in his head, which surprised Taisian. Zhao Mai assessed the level of power he had just encountered. Although he is not an opponent in terms of psychic powers yet, he is not without opportunities. "These two slaves are all my family property, and I will not transfer them under any circumstances."

"Haha, you have misjudged your value. How can you, a lowly fellow, negotiate with me? I am a high-ranking templar of Tyr, who do you think you are?" Taisian laughed and used his own name to scare people. But then he saw something in Zhao Mai's eyes that made him very uncomfortable. If you taste it carefully, you will see that it is a kind of free stubbornness that ignores authority and has no shackles. Taisian frowned and blurted out: "Are you from the Masked Alliance?!" He suddenly laughed because he thought of a good reason.

"No, idiots like them with their whimsical ideas can't afford to hire me." Zhao Mai pretended to be cowardly while controlling his psychic powers. He used the simplest thoughts to move the object, and slowly placed the megalodon in the most suitable place to grasp. "Please carefully consider what you said before. It may affect the confidence of the slave owners, and even affect the rule and management of the Witch King."

Someone had said something similar to Tai Xi'an before, and he could not take it to heart that time, but this time he was alert. "No, I think you are a member of the Masked Alliance. Come on, arrest him..."

Zhao Mai took action. The megalodon is like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole, poking forward from under the wide hem of its clothes. At first glance, bystanders thought it was a kind of spear, and they were picking up the weapon with the same rhythm as dealing with spears. Little did he know that Zhao Mai had already pulled the trigger.

There was a loud bang, and the shotgun exploded and flew towards Taixi's dark face. In the flash of lightning, any physical reaction was too late. Only long-trained psychic powers could protect him.

The psychic shield was like a transparent glass in front of Tai Xi'an, and it suddenly shattered under the bombardment of the musket. The fragments hit him in the face with the remaining projectiles, knocking him off the Desert Troglodyte's back.

"Catch them!" Tai Xi'an covered his face, blood seeping out from between his fingers. His mount fell to the ground after the second shot, landing on one of his legs. Then, from the red vision, a black shadow blocked the sun in the sky, and the spear in his hand was aimed at him again.

There is no magic, no psychic powers, and no fluctuations of any elements. What kind of power does that weapon use? For a moment, this unknown power made Tessian feel as frightened as the Witch King had made him feel. Severe pain kept coming from his legs. A bone must have been crushed. It seemed impossible to get up and fight. So he could only try his best to gather his spiritual power, turn it into a supernatural spear, and stab it back.

Another shadow appeared before him, large and reassuring. The half-giant guard was loyal and blocked the musket bombardment for Tessian. His blood and minced flesh flowed from the wound and dripped onto the Templar's face, still with a fiery temperature. Tessian liked the temperature and the feeling because it meant nothing would happen to him again.

The encounter took place, three men against a powerful army. The only chance to win is to control the enemy's leader in your hands at the first possible moment, so that the opponent can use a trap to escape the danger. But things don't always go as planned, and a fall from a horse actually saved Tai Xi'an's life.

No matter how strong these three people were, they would still be unable to withstand an enemy attack nearly thirty times greater. All the bullets were used up, and the only two grenades left were thrown out. Zhao Mai did his best to cause damage, but was still captured. Zhao Mai's arms were broken by the half-giant, but they were still tied with ropes to prevent him from using fire-breathing iron tools. The two half-giants used obsidian forks to hold his neck on the left and right. If there was even the slightest movement, the sharp stone blades would cut through the blood vessels.

It took ten and a half giants' lives to restrain Butcher, and this was only done after Zhao Mai was captured, otherwise the casualties would be even greater. Rikars only managed to kill five men, only one of whom was a half-giant, which left him feeling a little discouraged. But he was very clever. He surrendered when Zhao Mai was just captured, so his injuries were the lowest among the three.

The Megalodon has been broken down into parts by Zhao Mai, which is the reason why his arms were broken. The firing device of the firearm, the part that used the dwarven rune gem on it, was held in his hand and crushed into powder using his psychic powers. While no one was paying attention, Zhao Mai absorbed as much of the surrounding natural force as possible and stored it in his body. As for psychic abilities, they are all used to protect his head.