Chapter 158

Sun exposure, sand flying, another opponent fell. His internal organs kept falling down from the opening of his belly and smashed on the sand, making a sound like

Maybe nothing. I think too much. Bucher took a step back from the memory of kelmanga. A moor - not Ricardo - thought he had a chance. He lowered his spear and dashed towards Bucher.

"I'll do it!" Ricardo jumped up and twisted his body for a whole circle. His right leg was like a combination of a whip and a pile driver, hitting the attacker's head with accuracy. More poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop.

"Bucher, are you ok?" Rickas approached his comrades and stood back to back: "wake up, there are only four enemies left."

"I'm fine. That halfling's psionic effect is almost over." Bucher rubbed his nose and then looked at his bloody hands. Not long ago, he was hit by the heart burst of a halfling slave, and his head was dizzy. But as the nose bleeds, the swollen head feels much more relaxed. Of course, what really made him better was the sound of his hands pinching his neck.

"There are only four left." Bucher chuckled and said, "let's finish it quickly, or we'll be hungry soon." The two men rushed out at the same time, like hungry wolves and wild bears, knocking their opponents upside down.

In the grandstand of the arena, Titian was looking at his slaves with satisfaction. Ricks and Bucher are his favorite trophies, and they bring him joy every time. No pair of slaves can really challenge the two of them. Even if they face five times the enemy, they can win. High level Templars can't help but fantasize. When one of them wins the final victory, he kneels down in front of Karak, the Witch King, and asks him to become a lifetime Templar, and then one of the guards, such glory will shock the whole city of tyre.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then it was quickly covered up. If you wave, the slave will come to listen. "Give them two extra meals, and then go to the two and a half elf slaves. Remember, must be clean, the whole body carefully checked, and only this night. I don't want my warriors to go too far and cause problems. "

The servant retreated, and when he felt that he had put enough energy into the slave, he turned and left. Behind him, the shouting stopped, and Bucher and ricks won. There are new scars on their bodies, but they are only skin injuries. Just scald them with hot sand.

Standing in the shadow of the eaves, Taixian looks into the distance at the tall pyramids in tyre and the rising Temple towers. It will be the place where he will rise, from an ordinary high-level Templar to the only supreme Templar. For this purpose, everything else is unimportant, even the manor outside the city. Anyway, sooner or later, it will be swallowed by the sand sea. It's better to exchange more supporters now. The old men in the house are all pedantic and greedy. Only their executive and deliberative powers are attractive. If you want to be the First Templar, you can't have opposition from the house. Tessian sighed. At present, we can only let them have no objection. If they have three more estates, they may be able to fill their greed and get approval. But - he comforted himself - he got more in the end anyway, and these losses will be made up from all aspects.

The whole purple Templar clothes, adjust the shoulder strap of armor, he wants to make himself always appear dignified. In finishing his cape, his fingers hit the wound again. The four pits of different depths will stay on his face forever, affecting his "perfection" forever. It's a pain he can't forget, and no one can touch it. Even if a grinding goblin flatters "these make the master look more temperament" after he is happy, he still throws the girl into the millstone and grinds it to feed the round shell worm.

The research of metal lance has entered a dead end, and there is no hope at all. Tessian felt that the occasional failure in other things was actually an expression of vigilance and urging him to pay more attention to his main goal, so he punished the craftsman slave who failed to complete the task, and then ordered his men to kill the guy named Mike. His mission has come to an end, the work of framing dogian with masked alliance has been completed, and it is meaningless to keep alive Mike.

Take a deep breath, dry sand, warm sand, this taste into the heart, this is the taste of power. It should be clear tomorrow afternoon. Lord Wu will reply to the organization rules of the temple tower wrestling competition submitted by himself, and then give himself full responsibility for the management of this grand event. No one can obstruct themselves in this matter, those who can obstruct have been disposed of.

Also, dogian thought that driving him out of the temple tower construction site was a victory, and it would stop him. But in fact, it's just a small setback, which will only make Thailand work harder. The masked alliance, in many cases, can also be used by those idealists. As long as they are closely monitored, carefully guarded and skillfully guided, all forces can become their own help. Once dorgian fell, who would be the best successor in the heart of the wizard king, of course, is his loyal servant who just won his favor. This time kill two birds with one stone, it's really a perfect action!"Master, the messengers of Bellick are here. They are waiting for you in the reception hall." The servant said carefully.

"Well, you go down and give them cigarettes and water. I'll go back later." With a wave of his hand, he continued to look at the pyramids of tyre and guess what the life of King Karak in the pyramids was like every day. As for guests from afar, they should learn humility by waiting. He is the First Templar of the future, not an ordinary congressman or slave owner.

About an hour later, tessian appeared in front of the merchants in Bellick. He is graceful and elegant, fully showing the style of a manor master and a Templar. Even if I saw the strange honor of belick businessman, I didn't show any gaffe.

He was facing a guy with a cow's head. His face was painted with strange patterns. It seemed that there was a weak light moving slowly in the patterns. Tessian guessed that it might be that some psionic effect is manifesting, but who is always consuming his mental capacity?

as like as two peas, Atta Stone is a very standard language of the, and is a very identical one with Zhao Mai. "Hello, the high class Templar," said the "high class Templar." I am a Bull Hunter from the foreign land, a treasure hunter and a weapon dealer.

"Tauren?" Tessian thought for a moment. It seems that he has never heard of such a race in atas. Maybe it's some kind of ancient fighting race like Mantis. Looking at Tauren's hands and hooves, and his powerful body, it is quite suitable for fighting. Comparing the Tauren and the moor in his heart, tessian felt that they might be on a par.

"Treasure exploration and arms dealers, are they making a lot of money now?" With a wave of his hand, he asked the Tauren to sit down so that he didn't have to talk with his head up all the time. "The only thing that tyre lacks now is more slaves. Haven't you heard that the biggest temple tower competition is going to be held here?"

"Yes, the news of the temple tower fight has spread all over the world." Tauren's words sound awkward. Maybe he means "every corner of the desert"? But it's not hard to understand what Tauren means. "I think the biggest investment should be people, especially a promising Templar," he added. So I choose to help you to the top of your destiny, and all I want is some gold coins. "

"Tauren, remember, you can only serve me. Don't use the word help." Tessian snorted coldly, looked at the Tauren for a while, and then said, "tell me, how can a treasure digger and a weapon peddler serve me?"