Chapter 158 Tai Xi’an’s Plan

The sun was scorching, the sand was flying, and another opponent fell. His internal organs kept falling from the opening in his belly, hitting the sand with a popping sound, like...

Maybe it’s nothing like it, I’m thinking too much. Butcher broke away from the memories of Kelmanga, took a slight step back, and calmed down. One of the Muirs - not Ricas - thought he had an opportunity, lowered his body with a flat-end spear, and charged towards Butcher suddenly.

"I'll do it!" Ricas jumped up, twisted his body in a full circle, and his right leg was like a combination of a whip and a pile driver, accurately hitting the attacker's head. More popping sounds came, so beautiful.

"Butcher, are you okay?" Ricas approached his comrades, standing back to back: "Wake up, there are only four enemies left."

"I'm fine. The halfling's psychic effect has almost passed." Butcher rubbed his nose, then looked at his blood-stained palms. Not long ago, he was hit by the mind blast of a halfling slave, and his head was temporarily dizzy. But as the nose continued to bleed, the swollen head felt much lighter. Of course, what really made him feel better was the sound of his hands crushing the halfling's neck.

"There are only four left." Butcher laughed hoarsely and said, "Then let's finish it quickly, otherwise we will get hungry soon." The two people rushed out at the same time, like hungry wolves and crazy people. Bear, knocking the opponent off his feet.

In the stands of the arena, Taisian was looking at his slave with satisfaction. Ricas and Butcher were his most satisfying trophies, and they brought him a feeling of joy every time. No pair of slaves could pose a real challenge to the two of them, and they could win even if they faced five times as many enemies. The high-ranking templars couldn't help but begin to imagine that after "one" of them won the final victory, they would kneel before the Witch-King Karak and ask him to let them become a templar for life, and then become one of the guards. Such glory will shock the entire city of Tire.

A smile appeared on his lips, but he quickly concealed it. After waving, a servant will naturally come over to take orders. "Give them two extra meals, and then go find two half-elf female slaves to send them over. Remember, they must be clean, and their whole bodies must be checked carefully, and it's only for this night. I don't want my warriors to have fun. Go too far and something will go wrong.”

The servant retreated, and Taisian felt that he had invested enough energy in the slave, so he turned and left. Behind him, the killing cries ceased, and Butcher and Ricas were victorious. New scars were also added to their bodies, but they were just superficial wounds that could be healed by burning them with hot sand.

Standing under the shadow of the eaves, Taisian looked at the tall pyramids in Tire City in the distance and the gradually rising temple towers. There would be his rise, from a common High Templar to the single highest Templar. For this purpose, everything else was unimportant, even this manor outside the city. Anyway, it will be swallowed by the sea of ​​sand sooner or later, so why not exchange for more supporters now? The old men in the House of Representatives are all pedantic and greedy stale goods. Only the executive power and deliberation power in their pockets are somewhat attractive. If he wants to become the First Templar, there can be no objection in the House of Representatives. Tai Xi'an sighed, the only thing he could do at the moment was to make them not object. If he had three more manors, he might be able to satisfy their greed and gain approval. But - he comforted himself - he gained more in the end anyway, and these losses would be made up for in all aspects.

He straightened his purple templar clothes and adjusted the shoulder straps of his armor. He wanted to make himself look majestic forever. While arranging the cloak, his fingers touched the wound again. The four pits of different depths will remain on his face forever, affecting his "perfection" forever. This is a pain that he will never forget, and no one can touch it. Even if a annoying little goblin complimented her after being happy, "These make the master look more elegant," he still threw the girl into the millstone, crushed it and fed it to the round beetles.

The research on metal spears has reached a dead end, and there is no possibility of hope at all. Taisian felt that the occasional failure in other things was actually a sign of vigilance and urging him to pay more attention to the main goal, so he punished the craftsman slaves who failed to complete the task, and then ordered his men to kill the guy named Mike. His mission is over, the work of using the Masked Alliance to frame Dogian has been completed, and there is no point in keeping Mike alive.

Taking a deep breath, the smell of dry sand and warm sand penetrates my heart. This is the smell of power. We should be able to see the outcome tomorrow afternoon. The Witch King will approve the organizational details of the Temple Tower Arena Competition submitted by him, and then completely hand over the management responsibilities of this grand event to himself. No one can stand in the way of this matter, and those who can stand in the way have been dealt with.

Also, Dogian thought that driving him out of the temple tower construction site was a victory and would make him die out. But in reality, it was just a small setback that would only make Tai Xi'an work harder. Masked allies, that group of idealists can also be used in many cases. As long as they are closely monitored, carefully guarded, and cleverly guided, all forces can be their help. Once Dogian falls, who will be the best successor in the Witch King's heart is of course himself, the loyal servant who has just gained his favor. This time it was a perfect move to kill two birds with one stone!

"Master, the envoys from Bellik City have arrived. They are waiting for you in the living room." The servant said cautiously.

"Well, you go down and give them cigarettes and water. I'll go back in a while." Taisian waved his hand and continued to look at the pyramid in Tire City, guessing what King Karak's daily life in the pyramid was like. As for guests from far away, they should learn to be humble while waiting. He is the future First Templar, not an ordinary councilor or slave owner.

About an hour later, Taisian "belatedly arrived" and appeared in front of the merchants in Bellick City. He is dignified and personable, fully displaying the style of a manor owner and a templar. Even when he saw the weird honor of the Bellick merchant, he didn't show any signs of losing his composure.

What he faced was a guy with a cow's head, with strange patterns painted on his face, and there seemed to be a faint light moving slowly among the patterns. Taixi'an guessed that it might be some kind of psychic effect being manifested, but who always consumes their own mental power for nothing?

The tauren spoke in very standard Atas Common--and with a Tyrian accent, exactly the same as Zhao Mai--said: "Hello, respected senior templar, I am the tauren Enti from a foreign country. Ah, a treasure prospector and weapons dealer."

"Tauren?" Taixi'an thought for a moment. It seemed that he had never heard of such a race in Atas. Maybe it was some kind of fighting race left over from ancient times like the Mantis. Look at the Minotaur's hands and hooves, and look at his powerful body. It's quite suitable for fighting. After weighing and comparing the advantages and disadvantages of the Tauren and the Murs in his mind, Taisian felt that the two might be comparable.

"Treasure exploration and weapons dealers, are these two businesses very profitable now?" Taixi'an waved his hand and asked the tauren to sit down, so that he didn't have to always raise his head slightly to speak. "The only thing Tire City lacks now is more slaves. Haven't you heard that the grandest Temple Tower Competition is about to be held here?"

"Yes, the news of the competition in the temple tower has spread all over the world." The tauren's words sounded awkward. Maybe he meant "every corner of the desert"? But it's not difficult to understand what the tauren meant. He continued: "I think the biggest investment should be people, especially a promising templar. So I choose to help you reach the pinnacle of destiny, and all I want is some gold coins. "

"Tauren, remember, you can only serve me, don't use the word help." Taixi'an snorted coldly, stared at the tauren for a while, and then said: "Tell me, a treasure digger and a seller With weapons, how can you serve me?"