Chapter 146 Threesome

One day, the top cover of the log cage was opened, but it was not time to throw out food and water. Zhao Mai raised his head and saw Licas' face appearing above his head with the help of the faint moonlight. "Hey, Mike, I brought you some food."

The three pancakes were thrown down, and before they were about to fall to the filthy ground, Zhao Mai caught them with his psychic powers. "Thank you, Ricas, where is the half-giant guarding this place?"

"He doesn't dare to talk much." Likas smiled slightly. Among slaves, hard fists can solve most problems. "But he can't let you out, and I don't think that's a good idea. We'll reach Tire in three days, and we'll often encounter templars and patrols capturing escaped slaves on the way. You don't stand a chance. .”

"Well, I understand." Zhao Mai hesitated and said to Licas: "If you have a way, can you get the things in my backpack."

"The things in the backpack? Let me try." Ricas said: "Mike, you'd better not run away, because once you run away, the half-giant will give us out. Even if I kill him in advance, there will still be many People will be put to death, do you understand?”

"I understand your worries. Tai Xi'an will be implicated, right? I will always leave, but not now. Also, thank you for the pancakes." Zhao Mai has already made a plan and doesn't want to escape at this time. Only by arriving at Tire City first would he have a chance. So Zhao Mai waved his hand to Licas, signaling him to leave, then picked up a piece of dry biscuit and chewed it slowly.

This calm action made the Muir people admire them very much. He closed the lid, shook his fist at the one-armed half-giant, issued a few threats, and then quietly slipped away. In the distance, a sandstorm was approaching the convoy, so even Taixi'an had to stop the entire convoy and prepare for defense. No matter what you want to do, you have to take advantage of the sandstorm.

The first ones to sense the sandstorm were the shell-riding beetles. They stopped early and tried to burrow underground. Under the control of the reins, the beetle could not do this, so it could only huddle together and lie on the ground, unwilling to move. The desert troglodyte then became nervous, its nostrils opening and closing, smelling the smell of sand in the wind. Taixi'an used his psychic powers to enhance his senses, and finally determined that a sandstorm was about to happen.

When the sandstorm really hits, the black sand connects the sky and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind constantly stirred the sand wall, and the violent friction created red electric light. The high-ranking templar was furious and scolded the slaves, asking them to speed up and stabilize the trucks and goods as much as possible. "If the thing is lost, just pray that you and the thing will be swallowed up by the sandstorm! Otherwise, death will never come, and the pain will torture you forever! Bah, bah, bah!" This was when he was given a mouthful of sand.

While everyone was busy, Licas found the car where Zhao Mai's things were stored. Valuable and interesting items were taken away by Tessian, such as steel weapons and megalodon spears. The rest of the mess was put together with other supplies. Seeing the opportunity, Likas jumped into the carriage, picked up Zhao Mai's backpack, and threw it under the carriage.

The strong wind blew, and the howling sound covered up his movements. Sand kept crawling towards their feet, and if they stood still, it would soon cover their ankles. The sandstorm kept approaching, and it became increasingly difficult to open my eyes. So Likas hooked his feet on the straps of his backpack, held the rope in his hand and pretended to tie things up, and then slowly walked towards the prison car where Zhao Mai was held, which was not very conspicuous.

But he was an important asset to Tessian, so a Templar official found him, calling out to him, but Ricas fell on deaf ears. Only when the cold whip was placed on Ricas' shoulder did he have to "hear" the officer's words: "What are you doing here? Get back in the car and tie yourself up so that you don't get blown away by the wind."

He couldn't believe that the slaves in the same car with him would hide secrets for him, so if he walked back now, Mike's backpack couldn't be taken back and had to be left outside, and in that case, there would be nothing after the sandstorm passed. After thinking about Butcher's words, "Only Mike can truly give you freedom." This sentence was so categorical that the Moores decided to believe it. So Ricas smiled at the official, pretended to agree and nodded, indicating that he would follow him back.

The official raised his face towel to try to block the growing sand. As soon as he turned around, Ricas suddenly reached out his hand and covered his mouth. The power inherited from the dwarf's father burst out in an instant, and Likas pulled the man's head and slammed it into the truck next to him. The muffled "bang" sound was instantly blown away by the wind, and the official fell down softly.

An unexpected fall can explain all this. After all, the wind and sand are getting bigger and bigger, the visibility is getting lower and lower, and everyone slips sometimes. Ricas put two fingers on the officer's throat and squeezed hard to ensure that his throat was broken. Even if the violent collision just now didn't kill him, this one was enough.

Looking around, the two slaves had their backs facing this direction, but it couldn't be said that they hadn't seen the previous scene. Ricas cannot be perfect, so he can only take this necessary risk and hope that the two slaves will not tell the truth. He looked at the corpse on the ground again, adjusted his posture, and then continued his action. Taking advantage of the roaring sandstorm, he climbed into the prison car, threw his backpack down, and then ran towards his car.

He finally crawled back to the slave car, and by then nothing could be seen. The hurricane blew, and the belt loosened, and the loose clothes were like sails, trying to wrap him up and drag him deep into the desert. At this moment, a large hand grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into the shelter of the van. “Tie up the rope,” said Butcher. “Only weight can protect you from the storm.”

The slaves were trembling with fear of the sandstorm in their eyes. If there was a problem with a truck, either the Templars would find slaves to risk their lives to work on, or they would murder people afterwards to vent their anger. They had no intention of observing Ricas. Ricas's hands were shaking. After all, this was the first time he had killed a templar, a person who was not a slave. After the initial tension passed, an indescribable excitement surged into my heart. No matter how many times I won a gladiatorial victory, nothing could match this feeling.

Kill the gladiator on the opposite side and become the last person standing in the arena. The whole audience will cheer for him. That kind of scene makes his blood boil. Although there is no audience cheering for him now, the feeling of release in his heart is far greater than the championship moment. This was a rebellion against Templar officials. He looked down at his palms, took this feeling to heart, and clenched his fists hard.

The sandstorm continued, and Zhao Mai finally got his backpack back. When I opened it, I found that the flower pot was broken. The little flower was holding on to a small ball of soil with its own roots, hiding in the corner of the backpack and dying. Zhao Mai took it out, put it in the pocket of the food reserve leather armor, and then poured the water he saved on it.

Xiaohua raised her head slightly and let out a weak but happy cry. Zhao Mai took his time and crushed the dry biscuits into pieces, then added the dirt, sand and other dirt on the ground that he dug out of his backpack, and slowly filled his pockets.

"As long as you are alive, the food reserve will protect you. Did you know, it can actually teleport." Zhao Mai used the power of nature to regulate Xiaohua's body and watched her condition getting better and better. The leaves have recovered from curling and stretched out, but the color is still a little gray and not as green and attractive as before.

There were only fragments of the original flower pot left in the bag. After searching around, I found two pieces that were sharp and could be used as daggers when necessary. Whatever was left, whether it was rope, canvas or pieces of flint and iron, was searched cleanly. The little flower was hidden in the soil. This might be the only way she could not be captured.

More soil and more sand were carried by the storm and poured down from the top of the head. Ricas brought in the backpack but forgot to close the top. The sand quickly covered up the filth on the ground, and slowly exceeded the height where Zhao Mai was sitting. He kept pounding the sand and improving his position.

It won't take long before he can get out of this prison just sitting down, but he just doesn't want to get out at this time. Fugitives are bound to be killed, but prisoners still have a chance. All the stories are concentrated in the city of Tire, where Zhao Mai can use his strength to truly get out of trouble. He held the stored grain and the little flowers, clinging to each other in the strong wind. He wanted to tell them his plan.