Chapter 151

The slave settlement is a very crowded and disorderly place, especially after three times the number of workers are crammed in at one time, and there is no way to establish strict supervision. Only in the direction of a few exits, the trained desert war lizards use their sensitive sense of smell to detect everyone, to prevent people inside from escaping, and to prevent masked allies from coming in and playing tricks.

The Templars are very dependent on their lizards. Most of them have simple casting ability, more sensitive than animals, but no one can keep alert all day, let alone casting. When there is a superior to check, all the passes will light up the light of detecting magic. It's just good-looking, and almost useless. The only use, this light is like a warning light, almost informs the slaves and the masked alliance.

Invisibility can trick Templars when they don't use magic. But ordinary invisibility is only a visual effect. It doesn't hide the sound or cover the smell. The vibration of walking, the temperature changes caused by movement, and the ubiquitous wind all expose the diver. Therefore, the guards make great efforts to cultivate and train all kinds of animals, and use their powerful senses to guard against the enemies who try to sneak. Most people have no good way to deal with these animals, but Druids are obviously not included. Zhao Mai used the animal ignoring skill, so the lizards would not pay any attention to him. Then he just needs to find out which guards are lazy and rest, and then he can pass through.

The layout of the temple tower site and the slave camp has been well understood by Zhao Mai for several months. Hide in the dark, careful to bypass a few sentries, not far from the front came bursts of laughter, accompanied by bursts of dice sound. It's a casino in the camp, not only guards and supervisors, but also slaves sometimes play around to see if they can make more money. Some people want to ask, how can slaves have money? Templars always reward their eyeliner. Otherwise, how can they catch a rebel from the masked alliance and find out how to cheat in the construction?

Most of the slaves who had some money would come here. Apart from being the only place to receive them, if they could experience the joy of winning money and the pain of losing money together with civilians, supervisors and low-level officials, the slaves would have a moment's illusion that they were also free. For a while, they will forget the humble shelter, the food that is hard to swallow and can't be full, the endless work and whipping, and the death that may come at any time.

Recently, the frequency of slaying slaves has been reduced, and even whipping has been reduced. Perhaps the king of Karak also hopes to have as many tributes as possible to survive and die together in the end. It's good news for the slaves, but all this has nothing to do with Zhao Mai. He gets rid of the Gus, finds a supervisor or guard by the way, disguises his death, and then prepares to leave.

Gays are not allowed to take part in gambling, especially dice and cards. They have good eyesight and memory, and most of them have psychic powers, which is like cheating for others. When the casinos opened, the gays had to go for other entertainment, such as wine, such as women.

Zhao Mai avoided the line of sight of the guards and the guard of the lizards, and entered the "entertainment area". Here, like other slaves' eyes (informants), he can straighten his chest and shake his hands, so as to make a drunken gesture again. No one would come up and search him, unless it was the gamblers who had lost all their money and wanted to recover some of the capital from the slaves. But tonight's gamble has just begun, and it's very unlikely to meet such a unlucky fool now.

A drunken slave came over, swinging his pocket. It was a linen purse sewn with silver thread. The bone coins in it made a dull crashing sound. I don't know who he betrayed today, but it seems that he must have done it for the first time: on the one hand, he didn't have the vigilance to collect money; on the other hand, he drank so fast and drunk, probably to cover up his fear or guilt.

Zhao Mai doesn't want to get drunk, which will increase the risk of exposure. He wanted to get around, but he didn't expect the other side to rush towards him. "You too You too? " The man's language is ambiguous and his feet are mixed with garlic. Zhao Mai did not dare to be careless. Although taixi'an ignored him for a long time, Zhao Mai had been on guard against the appearance of "taixi'an's killer". Combined with the influence of the spiritual energy brought up by the temple tower for a long time, we can't help feeling a little nervous.

Zhao Mai focused his mind on the psionic powers, then opened his arms forward, as if to catch each other. But he imagined stretching out two entangled channels from his own arms, conveying the psionic power to the outside, changing it into a clenched fist.

The summoned psionic fist is almost completely transparent and has a strong surprise. It swings hard on the drunk's cheek. With a bang, the drunk's teeth were mixed with blood and saliva full of wine. The thin body, less than 100 Jin in weight, leaned back straight, fell down on the sand with a plop, twisted his neck back half a circle and hung up.

"Eh, so unruly?" Zhao Mai scratched his head, not sure whether the other side is too weak or whether he has made too much progress than before. He thought about the two fists retracting into his body, and the rest of his powers returned. Psionic power has the advantage that it can absorb the unused energy according to the mind and use it as its own supplement in a less urgent situation. Then he looked at the drunk and felt that he could not be thrown on the aisle. Wouldn't it be bad if he caught his attention too early? Zhao Mai wanted to kill a supervisor or a Templar as a disguise, but the drunkard was so unlucky that he had to take advantage of it. Zhao Mai picked him up and quickly left the scene of the crime like carrying a sack.If it wasn't for months of hard work, Zhao Mai couldn't exercise his physical strength to run and jump with his body on his back.

They all look alike, but there are only two of them who are responsible for checking and registering slaves. All the slaves have met with him and been abused by him to varying degrees. Therefore, information such as his residence location is almost public. Maybe he had too much faith in the protection of slavery, or he was just a fool and didn't have the consciousness at all. In a word, he occupied a separate hut and only had a simple bolt to protect himself.

Grain reserves around the hut around a circle, nose gently sniff, spit out his tongue, said there is no problem. Zhao Mai puts his hand on the door and imagines that he is the T-1000 in the Terminator movie. His body part can slowly penetrate through the gap of the door panel and re condense a hand on the opposite side. If you want to talk about the most important imagination in the psychic powers, I'm afraid that the total number of atas is not as much as the mess in Zhao Mai's mind.

According to his own training, the energy from the heart fulfilled his command, quietly lifted the latch, and then quietly opened the door. Blister eyes are still in a big sleep, its eyelids, never closed eyes are useless at this time. Perhaps in his sleep, he would have a nightmare: death quietly came in from the gate, tied the lethal lasso around his neck, and slowly tightened it until he finished his last breath.

Zhao Mai didn't use such complicated tricks. He looked at the surroundings and stabbed it in the throat with a sharpened tile dagger. At the same time, he used his psychic powers to lift the sheet and cover the struggling heads of the GAis.

He never wanted the gays to see his face.

Although it is said that powerful psychic powers to a certain extent can find clues from the brain of the dead, powerful people like the Witch King should not care about a dead servant. Zhao Mai put his collar on the drunk's body and took most of the money from him and bubble eye. After that, it is the common choice of most "bad guys": set fire.

This fire doesn't need to be too big, as long as it can burn up and burn the drunk's face by the way. By the time everyone came to Yangsha to put out the fire, Zhao Mai had slipped past the Warlord's cordon again with his grain reserves, and quietly came to the city of tyre.

Just as he took a long breath to celebrate his "temporary freedom", a voice suddenly sounded from behind him. "Well done. Would you like to hang out with me? "