Chapter 130

"Stand up straight, don't lie down. These people are not good." Zhao Mai whispered to Bucher in the language of glaleon. "There's an 80% chance that we'll fight our way out."

"What's the remaining 20% Bucher closed his eyes and listened to the approaching footsteps, trying to save every minute of his strength.

"I don't know. I hope I can find a way." Zhao Mai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He had the natural force around him and the giant toothed beast in his hand, which was his last resort.

The group of people gathered around and blocked Zhao Mai in a semicircle. They all covered their faces with headscarves and only showed their fierce and greedy eyes, just like wolves hunting in the dark. They were wrapped in white robes and did not know whether they were wearing armor or hiding any weapons. Zhao Mai slowly took down the giant toothed beast gun from behind. The weapon made of all metal made everyone gasp for air.

Atas is extremely metal deficient - though not in the past. With the consumption of resources and the abuse of magic, coupled with the impact of many genocidal wars, only a few mines in atas can still produce copper and iron, so metal products are very scarce. Lack means high price. The price of a dagger is similar to that of a superior slave. A metal weapon, such as the giant toothed beast, is worth tens of thousands of dollars.

Several white robed men took a step forward, but one of them suddenly raised his hand and they stopped. Grandfather's heart some suffering, greedy lava and fear of iceberg collision together, rising steam pushed his brain to keep turning. All metal weapons mean great wealth, but they also mean great power. Only the Witch King can give steel swords, and the high-level Templar can equip them. And such a delicate metal spear can only be made and given by the wizard king himself.

The magic power of the Witch King is incredible. As long as he wants to find out, he will find out the truth. Killing the person in front of you and seizing the weapon is not easy to sell, or you may encounter endless wanted and pursuit, which may not be worth the loss. But "grandfather" knows very well that the greatest danger comes from the inside. Internal strife and rebellion will be the greatest possibility brought by this wealth, so

"Listen, all of you. These are distinguished guests. Please treat them well." He immediately restrained his men.

"You seem to be in charge." As long as someone speaks, Zhao Mai can immediately understand each other's meaning and speak each other's language with the help of the language function opened with destiny gold coin. "How far is it from tyre?"

His words are very standard. It sounds absolutely well-educated. He must have a very close relationship with the temple and the Witch King. The judgment of "grandfather" is more and more biased, but he thinks he has discovered the truth. "Are you asking about the city of Tyr, the king of kalak?"

What the hell is it? Zhao Mai guessed the location, but he couldn't grasp the time. Moreover, one of the biggest events in the history of atas was the death of King Karak, who was killed by a group of uprising slaves. In the process of dragon changing, tyre became the only city-state that liberated all slaves. Other important events are either some long ago, before the formation of the desert, or Zhao Mai is not clear about them. After all, as a fan of fantasy novels and convener of role-playing games, Zhao Mai's memory is no better than that of the Internet.

The death of the Witch King opened a new page in the history of atas. Just as genesis was to Christianity, the former and the latter were totally different. But Zhao Mai did not know whether he was before or after this page.

The wrong answer will lead to a clear consequence, that is, from "20% of the total" to "80% of the total". There is only one solution to the current dilemma. Zhao Mai snorted and said with dissatisfaction, "this is not my problem just now."

"This is mount Megillot, on the side of the great Ivory plain, quite far from tyre. The nearest city is nibenai, ruled by the Witch King nibenai. "

Zhao Mai did not know whether he was right or not, so he could neither oppose nor agree. After pretending to be thinking and being silent for a while, Zhao Mai said, "take me to your place. I want to enjoy the shade."

"Grandfather" put his hand on the handle of the stone hammer and rubbed it thoughtfully. He is thinking about a possibility, how about killing these two people, taking away other relatively little valuable things and leaving the hot metal spear here? Maybe we can spread some rumors in Yanchang Town, and let the dumbfounded scavengers and inexperienced novices carry the black pot.

"This is a reward for you." Zhao Mai let out a groan from his chest, and then threw a silver coin.

The texture of metal is as cold as a desert night. Unlike steel, although gold and silver are precious, they cannot be made into qualified weapons, so their value is limited. But it's metal, at least more valuable than bone coins and teeth. "Grandfather" still feel insulted, but dignity is not worth money, now pay may get future reward. He comforted himself as he made way.

"You go first." Zhao Mai insisted.

Silent information spread among the white robed thieves, through a few eyes, through a few small movements. Although granddad's current requirement is to observe, receive and alert, it will turn into a "hands-on" signal at any time. Their movements are hidden, and only his own people know the meaning of the gesture, but Zhao Mai can feel the surrounding atmosphere. The natural force of these people does not want to let them close to each other, just like poisonous snakes standing up, threatening to spit out their tongues and show their fangs. If you can't scare them with just a few words, you have to add another fire.Zhao Mai uses his mobile phone, chooses "BGM", selects a rock song that can shake people out of sleep, and then uses the ambient sound effect to slowly turn up the volume.

The sonorous accent suddenly roared in my ears, and all the white robed people were startled. They all lowered themselves to look around. Drums, bugles, hammers, and completely unintelligible, incantational words filled the brain.

Bucher, too, was startled and shaken. But he remembers that he must not be timid, so he holds his chest and stands up straight again.

Grandfather pulls out the stone hammer and is about to launch an attack, but unexpectedly sees Zhao Mai's back to him. He raised his arm flat, palmed to the sand, and made a "no" gesture.

The sound of the stereo is getting louder and louder, and the strong rhythm makes people want to twist their bodies. Is this some kind of powerful psychic power, why doesn't it touch the spiritual protection in the brain? Atas has been barren, leaving only blood and sand. Music and art have long disappeared from the lives of the common people and become luxuries that the rulers can enjoy. How can boring tunes and simple rhythms be the rivals of modern rock?

Everyone became excited and nervous, but with a little expectation. There was a strong wind in the desert, and a small sandstorm was approaching. Zhao Mai yelled and ordered the "indescribable things" in the desert to go back to the nest immediately, otherwise he would bring back death!

Then, the deafening voice became weaker and weaker, and disappeared in the sky in the regret of the people. Zhao Mai also pretended to put down his hand, and his body shook, as if a little bit off the force.

"Well What's that? " Someone ventured to ask.

"Dragon." Zhao Mai said, "she wants to get her treasure back. Do you want to help her? Try to see if she'll reward you? "

"No, no..."