Chapter 156

Five low-level Templars in Lavender entered the tavern and struck heavily on the ground with their bone sticks: "the king has orders to strictly investigate the rebels of the masked alliance. All citizens, merchants and slaves must register with the house of Commons within one month. What is not finished at that time will be arrested by the Templar! Those inconsistent with the registration will be arrested! Citizens and businessmen who have completed the registration will get tickets to the temple tower competition

"We are all loyal subjects of the Witch King!" The people in the tavern finished the sentence in different tones, then watched the Templars leave and raised their glasses to salute them. Of course, no one knows how much of the wine is a curse for the ruler, and how much is despair for the present life. Anyway, the taste is no different from before.

This decree came from the head of thaxian, in order to reach a closer alliance with the parliament as soon as possible, and take this opportunity to attack the masked alliance and those political opponents who have relations with the masked alliance. Karak, the Witch King, didn't care about it, but when he heard the part with the ticket, he suddenly got interested and agreed without saying a word. To this end, he also rewarded taixi'an, promoted him to a higher position, and was fully responsible for the organization of the competition conference. "You will continue to be rewarded." This is what the Witch King promised.

The elated tissian immediately mobilized his men and began to patrol the city of tyre to collect evidence. The Witch King is only concerned about two things, the temple tower and the competition meeting. It's easy to pass any proposal as long as it's related to these two things. He wants to take full control of the temple tower, so that he can take advantage of these two things to take control of the city guard, and then he will really be under one person and above ten thousand people.

The deal and conspiracy behind it are not known to ordinary people, even to some of the Templars who are interested in it. The masked alliance sniffs the risk, but not everyone has that fast access to information. Shatili did not know the false alarm separated by a wall. She still took Zhao Maifei to evacuate quickly. Under the hotel, there is a very complicated underground passage leading to the more complicated underground city of tyre.

The city of tyre has been standing in the desert for a long time. The wind and sand constantly invade here. It will not stop for a second, and then day after day, year after year. Although it was blocked by the magic power of the Witch King, the city of Tyre had to improve its own height, that is, it was forced to continue to build up. From a long-term perspective, the big slope at the gate of the city directly stipulates that the construction of the city must be on the slope, leaving a certain height to deal with the sandstorm. This means that before the advent of the Witch King era or the desert era, some of the old tyre cities had been buried underground and could not be used. These are called underground tyre cities.

It is said that there are still a considerable number of treasures there, and most of them are good things from ancient times. Word of mouth has it that the ancient halflings pushed psychic powers to an incredible level, and the items made with psychic powers were very popular. Moreover, at that time, atas still had gods, and the temples of various gods could be found in tyre. It is said that these ancient temples buried in the underground tierceng also hide the offerings of mortals to the gods in those days, which are of great value.

Legend has always existed, but not many people were lucky enough to find the treasure, but found a lot of danger. "I don't know much about other things, but there are many traps and mechanisms in underground tyre that can work, and some monsters who rely on psychic powers are still guarding there dutifully. Some of the guys are tough. Many of the grave robbers are dead. But we found a safe path and set up the headquarters of our masked alliance there. " Two people walk in the underground ruins of history, on both sides are the remains of the past glory. Most of the buildings of the halflings and the post human era have become piles of broken bricks and stones. Some mice, which grow their power antennae due to mutation, secretly look at the two people and then continue to eat the stones here.

"The masked alliance, no wonder you haven't been exterminated." Zhao Mai turned his lips.

"I don't think you like our organization very much."

"You don't know how to rebel." Zhao Mai laughed at himself: "of course, I don't understand. I think you will win in the end, but not necessarily in the way you think

"It's good to win. I really hope that one day, I can walk on the street. No one will suddenly come to check my identity. No one will buy or sell me because of my brand. Everyone will remember me by my name instead of my master's name. I will be sadiri the mage, not sadiri the slave. "

"Sadiri, the beauty mage, might be better." Zhao Maidao.

"Well, you men don't have a good thing. What you want is the same as that pagan. It's just the pleasure in bed, but you won't force me to look a little better than him

"So beauty is still very important?" Zhao Mai just finished saying, suddenly reached out and grabbed satili, dragged her to his arms, and then flashed in front of her. Not far away, the bricks collapsed, and a crystal arm stretched out to grab the ground, trying to dig the body part out from under the ruins.

"Ah! It's a crystal doll "We're not rivals," she said, pointing to the arm in a daze (psionic idol is the name of the psionic power of the image of a demon. After all, it's not the image of a demon - only for this book.)"Not necessarily." Zhao Mai looked at the environment around the crystal arm. It's a three story building. The crystal idol is trapped in the original position of the first floor, and it still has the full weight of a whole two-story building above it.

Most of this guy was buried under the walls and ceiling, covered by the ruins, so he couldn't see the whole picture. His arms were just a little bigger than normal human beings, not as big as Bucher. Most of the time, the ability of a psionic is limited by its size. After all, if you want more powerful psionic power, you need more energy storage crystals and larger drive psionic system.

Zhao Mai looked at the crystal puppet, estimated its strength and the weight of the bricks on its head, and then carefully looked at the ruins that kept shaking but never collapsed. He didn't look like he could climb out. He looked at sadiri suspiciously, and found that the half elf girl secretly aimed at him from time to time, instead of always focusing on the enemy. When Zhao Mai looked at it, he knew what he was doing.

He leaned over to satyr's ear and whispered, "if I break it, will your masked alliance let me pay for it?"

The half ELF's face turned red, and quickly patted it with two hands to restore its original color. "Ah, you can see that. Your reaction and observation are very strong."

"That's your entry test. Let's see what I choose in an emergency?" Zhao Mai shook his head, rather disapproval: "to test whether I will leave you to run away, or show timidity, or expose other things? Does that make sense? "

"Of course." The puppet's arm stopped struggling, and a man's dull voice came from its core. "I've explored your heart. You can move on. The masked alliance welcomes you."

The sand, stone and soil around the spirit puppet keep flying back under the influence of the mind power. In the blink of an eye, the old view is restored. The spirit puppet is buried under the ruins again, waiting to scare the next new man.

Although it's the puppet that makes the sound, the real source of the sound is not the puppet. Along the direction of sadili's fingers, an old man came out. A pair of pure white sword eyebrows seemed to shine in the dark, which immediately attracted Zhao Mai's attention. He has a strong body and a proud face. He has the feeling of a gangster in martial arts movies: shrewd eyes, big eagle nose, strong chin, and a bunch of white goatee. He was wearing a Brown Knee Length smock with an ivory shawl hanging from his shoulders and a copper hook at his throat.

A stout wooden staff with a Obsidian ball on the top can not only walk but also strike people's head as a weapon. He holds it in front of him with both hands. This is a solemn old man. Time and suffering never bend his back.

"That's cotander, my teacher." Sadili leaned close to Zhao Mai and said to him in a low voice, "he doesn't like me to use too much magic, so you don't see me casting magic at random, do you understand?"