Chapter 156 Underground City of Tire
Five low-level templars wearing lavender costumes walked into the tavern and struck the ground with a bone staff: "The king has an order to strictly investigate the rebels of the Masked Alliance. All citizens, merchants and slaves must be punished within one month." Re-register with the House of Representatives. Those who have not completed the registration will be arrested by the Templars! Those who do not comply with the registration will be arrested! Citizens and businessmen who complete the registration will receive tickets for the Temple Tower Competition."
"We are all loyal subjects of the Witch King!" The people in the tavern finished this sentence in different accents, then watched the Templars leave and raised glasses to salute them. Of course, no one knows how much of this glass of wine is a curse for the ruler, and how much is despair of the current life. Anyway, it tastes the same as before.
This decree came from Tessian's head in order to achieve a closer alliance with the Parliament as soon as possible, and to take this opportunity to attack the Masked Alliance and those political opponents related to the Masked Alliance. The Witch King Karak didn't pay much attention to this matter, but when he heard about the free admission ticket, he suddenly became interested and agreed without saying a word. For this reason, he also rewarded Taixi'an, promoted him to a higher position, and was fully responsible for the organization of the competition. "You will continue to be rewarded." The Witch King promised.
The elated Tessian immediately mobilized his men and began patrolling the city of Tire to collect evidence. The Witch King only cares about two things now, the temple tower and the competition. As long as it is related to these two things, any proposal will be easily passed. Taixi'an wants to get the full management of the temple tower, so that he can use these two things to get the management of the city guard. Then he will truly be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.
The transactions and conspiracies behind it are completely unknown to ordinary people, and even some of the Templars who are interested are not aware of it. The Masked Alliance senses the risk, but not all of them have such quick access to information. Satiri didn't know about the false alarm across the wall, and still led Zhao Mai to evacuate downwards quickly. Below the hotel, there are very complex underground passages that lead to the even more complex underground city of Tire.
The city of Tire has been standing in the desert for a long time. The wind and sand are constantly attacking here, and they will not stop for a second, day after day, year after year. Although it has the magic power of the Witch King to block it, after a long period of accumulation, the city of Tire must increase its height, which means it is forced to continue to build upwards. The large slope at the city gate is based on a long-term perspective, which directly stipulates that the city must be built on the slope, leaving a certain height to cope with wind and sand. This also means that part of the old Tire city before the advent of the Witch King or the Desert Age has been buried underground and cannot be used. These are called underground Tire cities.
Legend has it that a considerable amount of treasures are still preserved there, and most of them are good things from ancient times. People say by word of mouth that halflings in ancient times advanced psychic powers to an incredible level, and items made using psychic powers were very popular. Moreover, at that time, there were still gods in Atas, and the halls of various gods could be found in the city of Tire. It is said that these ancient temples buried in Tilchen underground still contain the offerings made by mortals to the gods in those days, and their value is very amazing.
The legend has always existed, but not many people are lucky enough to find the treasure, but they do find a lot of dangers. "I don't know much about anything else, but there are traps and mechanisms in many places in the underground city of Tire that are still functioning, and some monsters that rely on psychic abilities are still guarding there dutifully. Some guys are quite difficult to deal with, and many tomb robbers The thieves are all dead. But we found a safe path and set up the headquarters of our masked alliance there." The two people walked among the underground ruins of history, with the remains of past glory on both sides. Most of the buildings of the halflings and the human era after that were turned into piles of broken masonry. Some small mice that had grown supernatural tentacles due to mutation secretly looked at the two people, and then continued to eat the stones here.
"Masked Alliance, no wonder you haven't been wiped out." Zhao Mai curled his lips.
"Why do I get the feeling that you haven't always liked our organization?"
"You don't know how to rebel." Zhao Mai smiled self-deprecatingly: "Of course, I don't understand either. I think you will win in the end, but it may not be the way you imagined."
"It would be great if I can win. I really hope that one day I can walk on the street and no one will suddenly come to check my identity. No one will buy or sell me because of the brand on me. Everyone will be known by my name. It will not be my master's name by which I will be remembered. I will be Sadiri the Mage, not Sadiri the Slave."
"The beautiful mage Satiri may sound better." Zhao Mai said.
"Hmph, none of you men are good. You and that Pagan want the same thing, which is pleasure in bed, but you won't force me, and you are a little prettier than him, just a little prettier. oh."
"So appearance is still very important?" As soon as Zhao Mai finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Satiri, dragged her towards his arms, and then stepped in front of her. The masonry not far away collapsed, and an arm made of crystal stretched out, grabbing the ground with force, trying to dig out part of the body from under the rubble.
"Ah! It's a crystal puppet!" Satiri was shocked, pointing at the arm and said: "We are no match for it!" (The puppet is the name of the golem's psychic ability, after all, it is not a "devil" statue. ——This book only)
"Not necessarily." Zhao Mai looked at the environment around Crystal Arm. It was a three-story building, and the crystal puppet was trapped on the original first floor, with the entire weight of the two-story building above its head.
This guy was mostly buried under the walls and ceiling, and was obscured by the ruins so he couldn't see the whole thing. His exposed arms were only slightly larger than those of a normal human being, and not as big as Butcher's. Most of the time, the puppet's ability will be capped by its size. After all, if you want more powerful psychic power, you need a larger energy storage crystal and a larger driving psychic system.
Zhao Mai looked at the stuck crystal puppet, estimated its strength and the weight of the masonry above its head, and then carefully looked at the ruins that were shaking but not collapsing in any way. It doesn't look like he can climb out. He looked at Satiri with suspicion and found that the little half-elf girl glanced at him secretly from time to time, instead of always focusing on the enemy. When Zhao Mai looked at it like this, he probably understood what he was doing.
He leaned down, close to Satiri's ear, and whispered: "If I break it, will your Masked Alliance let me compensate?"
The half-elf's face suddenly turned red, and he quickly patted it with both hands to restore it to its original color. "Ah, you noticed it. Your reaction and observation skills are so strong."
"This is your entry test, to see what my choices are in emergencies?" Zhao Mai shook his head, rather disapprovingly: "Test whether I will leave you and run away, or show cowardice, or expose other things." Things? Do these make sense?"
"Of course." The puppet's arm stopped struggling, and a man's dull voice came from its core. "I have finished searching your heart. You can move forward. The Masked Alliance welcomes you."
The sand, gravel, and soil around the puppet kept flying back under the influence of telekinesis. In the blink of an eye, the old view was restored, and the puppet was buried under the ruins again, waiting to scare the next newcomer.
Although the puppet makes the sound, the real source of the sound is not the puppet. Following the direction of Satiri's finger, an old man walked out. A pair of pure white sword eyebrows seemed to be shining in the dark, which instantly attracted Zhao Mai's attention. He is quite strong and has an arrogant face. He looks like a gangster in a martial arts movie: shrewd eyes, a big aquiline nose, a strong chin, and a small white goatee. He wore a brown knee-length smock, and an ivory shawl hung from his shoulders with a brass hook at the throat.
A thick wooden stick with an obsidian ball on the top can be used for walking or as a weapon to hit people on the head. He held it in front of him with both hands. This is an awe-inspiring old man. Time, years and suffering have never bent his back.
"That's Cotande, my teacher." Satiri leaned closer to Zhao Mai and said to him in a low voice: "He doesn't like me using too much magic, so you didn't see me casting spells randomly, do you understand? ?”