Chapter 170 Soul Pass
Dojian's head was a mess, her thinking, her cognition, and her memory all mixed together, and she could only mechanically execute external orders, like a walking zombie.
Taking his hands off Dogian's head, the former high-ranking templar still sat there, like a puppet. The psychic power of the Witch King Karak "burned out" her brain, but left her with the part she needed to be a slave and a tool, no more and no less. This is a very amazing control ability, especially considering that this may be a punishment in anger, and Duojian also has good psychic powers, and the Witch King has to cross the psychic barrier to do all this.
As you can imagine, the difficulty is quite amazing. Zhao Mai can't do even one of them, let alone complete them all at the same time. Zhao Mai estimated that this was probably not a display of the Witch King's full power, but probably just a casual move by him. Therefore, it is impossible to complete the assassination of the Witch King simply by relying on strength. The only way to do that is with the help of extreme luck, or the power of destiny.
'Who could possibly succeed without the help of the planet's will? ’ Zhao Mai felt more and more that if this matter did not develop according to the “plot”, there would be little feasibility at all. But this only script has now been disrupted by the tauren, and it has become more and more fragmented and difficult.
"A Liang, what should I do? Although I have entered the training camp, I still have no clue." Zhao Mai held the reserve food (not Duojian) and gently pulled the dog behind its ears with his hand. Mao, take this opportunity to relax yourself. "Maybe one day, a small mistake will cause me to become as demented as Duojian."
Reserve food licked the back of his hand, the tongue felt cool and itchy. In the animal pen behind him, the round-shelled beetle shook its tentacles and sent a spiritual message to Zhao Mai: "King, can you eat this person who has no thoughts?"
"No, I'm still useful." Zhao Mai took a deep breath, put the food reserves on the ground, and stood up. A former high-level templar with an empty mind and very easy to manipulate came to him, why not make good use of it? She obeys the orders of her "master". Zhao Mai only needs to project his words into her mind, and she will execute them meticulously.
Zhao Mai, who had never used a shemale account before even playing games, started his first experience. Commands such as "keep up" and "stand still" can be completed very well. Commands such as "do twenty push-ups" will be executed with some delay, but they are still within the scope of her understanding, but "move the door to the "Seducing people over" is beyond Dojian's current ability.
Maybe she didn't know how to seduce others before? Zhao Mai recalled his short meeting with her. "Okay, stand on the side of the railing, stand on one leg, move the other leg forward, and do slow pedaling movements in the air, three times."
"Who? Who's there?" The leg caught the guard's attention. They are also slaves, and many of them have been transferred away due to the order of Witch King Karak. Now it is difficult to say that the entire training camp still has real defensive power.
Whether using spells or psionic powers, it is not difficult to bring down a single guard. However, Zhao Mai wanted to try Duojian's ability, so he ordered: "Knock him down and don't let him sound the alarm."
Dojian, who had always been expressionless, nodded mechanically, then stood in front of the guard, staring directly at him, not caring that he had been exposed.
"Hey, beautiful woman, what are you doing here?" The guard looked around and saw that there was no one else, so he walked over with a smile. His hand grabbed Duojian's ****, and one could imagine what was going on in his mind.
Dojian suddenly moved, took half a step forward, and then seemed to raise her hands in salute, but she slammed the guard's throat with her knife. Zhao Mai clearly heard the crisp sound of bones breaking, and then the guard fell limply to the ground, dead.
"Wow, you are really strong, and you move quite fast!" Zhao Mai carefully turned to the front of Duoji'an, who still looked stupid with her eyes straight. God knows when this woman will suddenly attack him. Judging from the posture just now, he may not be able to avoid it.
"Okay, Duojian, you must remember one thing now." Zhao Mai put his finger on her forehead and used his own thoughts to set up a barrier outside her thinking: "I am your master, you must obey me command. When you are confused, feel the force of nature and psychic powers. The common flavor of both represents the highest priority."
Dorjian was obviously confused. She vaguely remembered that her supreme master was the Witch King Karak, whether before or after the confusion. She is sincerely afraid of external psychic powers, but at the same time she is full of love for the natural force that can repair the body. This contradictory "feeling" filled her mind, and slowly shook the mental prison left by the Witch King.
Zhao Mai was sweating profusely and finally managed to pull his thoughts out of Duojian's head. The Witch King's power is still unshakable, but fortunately, he doesn't meet that scary guy every day. He just needs to keep poaching, and one day he will be overthrown. At least for now, Zhao Mai has used all his ingenuity to successfully increase his control to second place, making it less than one person and more than ten thousand people. However, Duojian's brain is still undefended, so it is necessary to prevent her from being contacted and modified by anyone else. As long as a psychic is stronger than Zhao Mai - which is quite common on the planet Atas - he can seize control again.
But then again, under normal circumstances, whatever others ask Duojian to do, she will do it. For such an obedient individual, no one would bother checking her thinking, let alone setting up her brain.
Returning to the gladiator camp, Zhao Mai and Duojian dragged the guard's body and threw it into the round-shell beetle's enclosure: "Don't leave anything behind, eat them all." Zhao Mai ordered. As for the clothes and equipment worn by the guards, since they are all standard long wooden sticks, they only need to be thrown into the weapon rack of the training ground and mixed with similar and similar ones, and that is solved.
Looking back again, the two people sneaked back to the training ground before the guards changed their shifts. Percy was covered with two female slaves, exhausted and sleeping soundly. But Zhao Mai understood that as long as he stepped into the house, the elf trainer would definitely wake up. He had seen this kind of vigilance in Ricas before, and there was no reason why Percy couldn't master it.
So only his thoughts drifted in, tempting and thought-provoking. With the ethereal music, Zhao Mai fully mobilized the deepest resonance of the elves' blood, which has been concealed by cruelty and cunning for tens of thousands of years. If Percy were awake, he would only regard music as rubbish, and would fiercely break the thighs of every poet who played the most melodious music to him. However, in dreams, Zhao Mai can mobilize his "subconscious" and add some new things that are beneficial to him along with the cognition he has already constructed.
"Percy, you are the manager on the surface, and Griffin is the observer in the dark. Together, you serve the interests of Lord Taisian. As long as Ricas participates in the game well, then you might as well let him get his wish. It is also the expectation of Lord Taixi'an." Zhao Mai maintained the fragile mental connection, keeping Percy half asleep and half awake. It took him about half an hour to finally complete the thought operation.
"Okay, the next step is to find Licas." Zhao Mai smiled at Dojian, although he knew that this woman would always have a dull face.
Unexpectedly, she lowered her head, tore off a piece of cloth from her already short skirt, and handed it to Zhao Mai to wipe the sweat. Zhao Mai almost frightened his soul out.