Chapter 142

A few days later, the two teams ran into each other on the wasteland.

Zhao Mai looked at the mighty team coming up behind him, and then looked at the six Knights riding the sand war lizard. After weighing it, he decided to stop. Even if they can kill six sand lizards - assuming that they are stupid enough not to choose to distance and harass them, but to fight to the end - it's hard for them to get rid of the Horde behind them. The wasteland will end not far away, and the road leads to the mountains. According to Ricas, otaruk is guarding the pass, which is the only way to pass, so as a result, they can't avoid each other at all.

Unless his brain burns, he will leave the road and run deep into the wilderness. Despite Bucher's different opinions, Zhao Mai still decided to wait and see what the Templar would say, hoping that this time he could fool around.

Along the way, Taixian did not let the team do any rest. In his view, there was a shed on the truck to block the sun, leaving room for the slaves to sleep on shift, and food was supplied according to the standard, so there was no reason to stop. They travel day and night, and will not have any reservation before completing the task of kalak Witch King. If they can advance as much as possible, they will not relax for a second. He had strict self-discipline, which was the secret of his success.

"My Lord, in front of him is a slave owner and his two slaves, one of whom is a moor." The cavalry replied, "both slaves are good goods, and there is no obvious identity mark on the slave owner."

"Go up and have a look." In this way, Zhao Mai and his party were surrounded by the high-level Templar tessian.

Looking at each other's robes and armor, looking at the bright flag behind them, and looking at the ten semi giant soldiers gathered up, Zhao Mai knew that his side was at an absolute disadvantage. So he jumped down from the beetle and hurried to taixi'an. He bowed and said, "Dear Templar, what do you have to say?"

Before the words fell, a soul probe penetrated into Zhao Mai's brain. When he saw the two slave fighters, he had the idea of taking it for himself. What two strong soldiers they are! They will certainly shine at the temple tower competition and add more political weight to themselves. Moreover, once they win, as the master, tessian can make a request to the Witch King!

Maybe others will waste this request, or lose their lives because of greed, or miss the opportunity because of shallow knowledge, but it will never be him. The Witch King has not yet become a God, so his intention can be speculated, and tessian is sure that he can get the maximum benefit.

"Give me these two slaves, and then you can go away." Tessian didn't want to talk nonsense, but he came straight to the point. "If you see the desert, get in and don't show up in front of me again."

"My Lord, these two slaves are mine. You can't take them away." Zhao Mai stood up straight. He dispelled the psionic probe in his mind, which surprised him a little. Zhao Mai evaluated the strength level he had just met. Although he is not an opponent in the aspect of psychic powers, he does not have no chance. "These two slaves are all my property, and I will not transfer them anyway."

"Ha ha, you miscalculated your value. Can you negotiate with me? I'm the High Templar of tyre. What are you With a smile, tessian brought out his own name. But then from Zhao Mai's eyes, he saw something that made him very uncomfortable. Savor carefully, it is actually a kind of stubborn freedom, ignoring authority, no shackles. Tessian frowned and blurted out, "are you a masked ally?" He suddenly laughed because he thought of a good reason.

"No, they can't afford me to be such a whimsical fool." Zhao Mai manipulated the psychic powers while he was lying to others. He uses the simplest mind to move things, and slowly puts the giant toothed beast in the most suitable place to grasp. "Please consider carefully the previous words, it may affect the confidence of the slave owners, and even the rule and management of the Witch King."

Some people have said similar things to tessian before. He could not take it seriously that time, but this time he was alert. "No, I think you are a member of the masked alliance. Come on, catch him... "

Zhao Mai did it. Giant toothed beast like snake out of the hole, from the broad clothes forward out of the bottom. Others thought it was a kind of spear. They were using the rhythm to deal with spears to get weapons. But Zhao Mai has pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, the shrapnel exploded and flew to the dark face of Taixian. In the moment of lightning and flint, it's too late for any kind of physical reaction. Only the trained psychic powers can protect him.

The soul shield was like a transparent glass in front of him, which was suddenly broken under the bombardment of the firegun. The debris with the rest of the pellets slapped him in the face and blasted him straight off the back of the desert lizard.

"Get them!" Tessian covered his face, blood seeping through his fingers. His mount fell to the ground after the second shot, right on one of his legs. Then, from the red field of vision, a black shadow blocked the sun in the sky, and the long gun in his hand aimed at him again.

There is no magic, no psionic power, and no element wave. What kind of power does that weapon use? For a moment, this unknown power made him feel scared, just like the Witch King gave him. There was a lot of pain in the leg. There must have been a broken bone. It seems that it is impossible to get up and fight. So he can only do his best to gather his spiritual strength, turn it into a power spear, and thrust it back.Another shadow appeared in front of him, huge and reassuring. The semi giant guards were loyal and protected against the bombardment of the muskets. His blood and flesh trickled down from the wound and onto the Templar's face, still hot. He likes the temperature and the feeling because it means he'll be OK.

So the encounter happened, three men against a strong army. The only chance to win is to control the head of the enemy in his hands at the first time and let the other side cast a warlock before he has a chance to get out of danger. But things didn't always work as planned. A horse crash saved the life of tessian.

No matter how strong these three men are, they will not be able to be surrounded by nearly 30 times the enemy. All the bullets were gone, and the only two grenades left were thrown out. Zhao Mai did his best to kill, but he was still captured. Zhao Mai's arms were all broken by the half giant, but he was still tied with a rope to prevent him from using the iron utensil that would blow fire again. The two semi giants put Obsidian forks around his neck one by one. As long as there was a slight change, the sharp stone blade would cut through the blood vessels.

It took ten and a half giant's lives to control Bucher, and it was only after Zhao Mai was captured, otherwise the casualties would be greater. He was a little discouraged that he had only killed five people, only one of whom was a semi giant. However, he is very clever. He surrendered when Zhao maigang was arrested, so the injury is the lowest among the three.

The giant toothed beast has been broken down into parts by Zhao Mai, which is why his arms were broken. The firing device of the gun, the part on which the dwarf Rune gem was used, was held in his hand and pressed into powder by his psionic powers. Taking advantage of no one's attention, Zhao Mai tried his best to absorb the natural force around him and store it in his body. As for psychic powers, they are all used to protect their heads.