Chapter 154: Turning Against Guests

Behind Dojian, a long team of slaves followed listlessly. There were no chains around their necks, and their hands and feet were not bound. The more than two hundred slaves were guarded by more than twenty human warriors, six half-giants, and four mantis men. Under the high pressure, the "marching discipline" of the slaves was not lax at all. Everyone remained silent, lowered their heads, and followed one after another.

"Pagan, don't you know the order I gave you? You can't even do a job like guarding the gate here, and I don't know how you became a high-ranking templar!"

"Of course it is the trust and promotion of the Witch King," Pagan said, still immersed in Satiri's charm spell. Dogian was a recognized beauty among the Templars, a flower that no one could pluck. Although she is beautiful, in Pagan's eyes, she is not as cute as the little slave girl now. At other times, he would have surrendered to Duojian's momentum and would not be able to say a single word of objection, but now that he has "transferred love", he can actually speak out to refute - is this the idea of ​​being strong without desire? "I did not leave this position, so your accusation does not exist."

"Huh? You don't need to use the honorific title?" Duojian raised his slender neck and raised his chin, standing in front of Pagan. She stretched out her slender fingers and reached into Pagan's neck without touching his greasy skin at all, and then pulled out the metal necklace. "With this chain, do you think you are really capable of being a high-level templar? What do you think you can do for the Witch King and the city of Tire?"

She shook off the chain, walked up to Satiri, pinched both cheeks of the half-elf maid with one hand, lifted her up from the ground, shook her from side to side, and threw her into the mud on the street. . "That's it? Are you blind?"

Blood continued to ooze from the gums, and soon Satiri's saliva turned red. She began to look at her surroundings, assessing whether she could take advantage of the chaos and rush out of the door, and then use the complicated alleyways in the XC area to escape.

"Oh, what is this, a slave holding a dog?" Duojian's boots broke the silence around him and stopped in front of Zhao Mai again. "Why do I think you look familiar?" Before she finished speaking, she reached out and grabbed Zhao Mai's face.

I didn't expect such a troublemaker to happen. It would be troublesome if she interrogated him in detail! People who exercise their psychic powers will have enhanced memory, so Templar Dogian may recall meeting Zhao Mai among Taixian slaves at any time. Moreover, the cover used by Zhao Mai and Satiri to get through the checkpoint was the businessman Malute. As long as they asked the lustful official Pagan, this was another mismatch.

Kill him? After several months of training, Zhao Mai felt that his strength had been greatly improved. If there were only two half-giants and two templars, he would be sure to repel them and escape. However, Duojian was followed by a slave-catching team, and there were too many people. As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. It is good to have confidence in yourself, but your confidence should not be so inflated that you think others are just decorations.

Zhao Mai understood instantly that he must immediately take control of the matter and let Duojian follow his own ideas, and he could no longer let things develop. It must be stronger than the high-level temple to be able to surprise them and confuse them.

So, Zhao Mai grabbed her wrist.

Duojian's eyes widened: "Bold!" Satiri also covered her mouth with her hands at this time. She almost didn't dare to look at what was going to happen next, and her legs were so frightened that she couldn't even muster the energy to escape.

"Don't scare it." Zhao Mai grabbed Duojian's wrist and put the food reserves on the ground with his other hand. The puppy stared at Dojian, then sat down, raised his hind legs, licked his belly and scratched himself, looking confident.

"You must complete the task assigned to you by King Karak and don't block other people's way, otherwise you will have nowhere to go." Zhao Mai let go of Duojian's wrist, and then watched her movements closely.

As soon as the Templar's shoulders were lifted, the hand on his waist touched the handle of the mace. Zhao Mai was well prepared. He raised his hand and slapped Duojian on the face. The spiritual force made his palm extremely hard, and it violently collided with Duojian's spiritual force, annihilating each other. In the end, calluses hit the skin, dirt hits the makeup, "pop".

Duojian's physical injuries were not serious, but he was angry in his heart, and his psychic powers surged towards Zhao Mai like a tide. Unlike her sudden attack, Zhao Mai was well prepared, building a line of defense layer by layer, using imagination and willpower to remain unmoved in the spiritual storm.

The collision of psychic energies caused lightning to burst out from between the two of them. This lightning didn't do much damage. It only felt numb when it hit the body, but it looked quite scary. Upon seeing this, the slave-catching team rushed forward quickly, waving their weapons to support their leader.

Zhao Mai couldn't let the opponent take the initiative, so he suddenly retreated, leaving only the core protection and giving up a large number of peripheral positions. This is a technique learned in the Halfling's Manual of Psychic Powers. The action followed by a sharp pull is to dig into the crotch, and then launch a heavy attack upwards. Because the halfling is small, his foes stumble forward and lose their balance due to the sudden withdrawal of psychic energy.

Even if I beat Zhao Mai to death, I won't get into his crotch! Duojian took half a step forward. He also wanted to move forward. He passed his hand forward, and the sharp edge of the tile pressed against Duojian's throat. Zhao Mai's other hand grabbed the back of Duojian's neck. As long as he exerted force to the middle with both hands, the female templar would be dead.

Duojian was in a trance for a while, and then found that he was restrained. She looked at the man dressed as a slave opposite her, and her psychically enhanced hearing captured his steady and powerful heartbeat, as well as the terrifying psychic abilities hidden in her heart. The familiarity of the past and the surprise of the present are inexplicably mixed together, becoming a specious thinking illusion. Who can use such psychic powers? Soon, she guessed that he was an agent under the Witch King Karak, or a messenger from the temple.

Zhao Mai turned to the half-bald Templar and said: "Pagan, do you know why you can wear the iron necklace? It's not that someone wants to praise you, but someone hopes that your stupidity will soon turn it into a noose, and then look I'll wait for you to be hanged." Then he approached Dojian and broke through her psychological defense distance. The high-level templar's pupils dilated a bit, and his psychic powers immediately became defensive. Zhao Mai saw her shrinking and knew that her posture had involuntarily lowered at this time, giving up the initiative to think.

He said in a very calm and even cold tone: "Dogian, your project has been tampered with, but you are still wasting your time on these slaves? What do you think your face looks like, and you are interested in the Witch King?" What's the impact? Stupidity is Pagan's noose, what's yours? It's pride and carelessness."

"What...what do you mean?"

"The project of the temple tower," Zhao Mai said conspiratorially: "The things that the Witch King cares about, and the things that you ignore, will naturally be taken advantage of. If I were you, before I checked my own stall, I would not reach out to stop others from doing their business. .”

After speaking, he let go of his hand, hiding the tiles from Dogian's sight, then directly grabbed Satiri by her collar, roughly pulled her up from the ground, and pushed her forward: "Continue to lead the way."

"Wait... Sir..." Duojian bit her lip. She didn't dare to cover the red and black fingerprints on her face, and asked quickly: "I... can I know what happened in the temple tower?"

"Look for it with your eyes and hands. Don't believe in psychic powers and arcane magic. You will find something." Zhao Mai didn't even look back, but his voice penetrated into Dojian's ears meticulously: "Psychic powers and arcane magic." The Witch King himself is enough for magic, and you don’t need you. You have to show your value in other ways. You have enemies everywhere, stupid woman."

Zhao Mai pushed Satiri, who was still dizzy, and Lili followed behind him with his buttocks twisted. The slave-catching team moved out of the way, and a few people passed through the gate, going against the direction of the slave team, and walked along the slope toward the outer city. After a while, they turned sideways and left the sight of the Templars.

Only then did Dojian raise his hand and gently touch the red and swollen area without using any psychic powers to treat it. She glanced at Pagan who was standing beside her, and for the first time she felt that these men were even more ugly and annoying, lacking any of the qualities that men should have. If in the past, she would have raised her arms and slapped that lustful and cowardly face to pieces, but now she felt that it was a pure waste of time and a defilement of her body.

Only...she finally took her hands away from her cheeks, and then said angrily to Pagan: "Bring these slaves to the construction site one by one. If there is one missing, don't wait for the noose, and commit suicide quickly! It's an eyesore! "

Then, she waved to the mantis warrior to follow her, then kicked up her leather boots and headed straight to the direction of the construction site. As a high-ranking templar responsible for building the temple tower, she would inevitably be punished if anything went wrong.

The outer part of Tire is as quiet as the desert at night, desolate. Whether it's the road or the alley, it's deserted here, with only the dim signboard lights that no one cares about emitting a dim yellow light. The wind blew against the windows and banged against the window frames. There seemed to be a reflection of the peeping pupils in the darkness, but if I looked closely, I couldn't find anything.

"I was scared to death just now." Satiri patted her chest with her hands and let out a long breath. "How dare you hit Dogian? He is the guy with the worst temper and the smelliest face among all the high-level templars!"

Zhao Mai also breathed a long sigh of relief and rubbed his forehead, which was aching from the spiritual battle. After all, the sudden contraction was too heavy on the brain. "I have no other choice but to bite the bullet. Sometimes you have to be tough, right?"

"Well, that's right." Satiri looked into Zhao Mai's eyes and suddenly asked: "Are you a subordinate of the Witch King?"

"No." Zhao Mai's answer was short but powerful.

Satiri smiled slightly, and the corners of her eyes also curled up. "Well, I believe you are telling the truth."

"Then you are really careless. What if I am a guy with superb acting skills?"

"You can deceive my eyes and ears, but you can't deceive my feelings. I am a very strong mage, but today is a little...somewhat inconvenient, do you know?" Satiri shook her little fist and followed suit. sway. "Come with me, we'll be there in a minute."