Chapter 165

Things seem to be starting to get worse. Tessian sat in the courtyard, letting the wind and sand brush his face and the setting sun shine. His thoughts were still in the afternoon when he met the wizard king.

"When the competition starts, you and your Templars should close all entrances and exits and prevent anyone from leaving." The Witch King put his hand on his shoulder. Shriveled and withered, it's more like an animal's claw than a human's limb. With the power of magic, the Witch King should always be young, but why did he become a dying man? Is there any power in this world that can hurt the Witch King? Aren't they living gods? Aren't they unmatched?

He pressed down his doubts and lowered his head.

"Do you think we can finish the whole project in three weeks?" The voice of the wizard King floated into his ears and into his heart at the same time. "I think the big competition should start in two months. What do you think, Tessen? "

Sweating, he was thinking about the king's intentions. The construction period has been advanced again and again. Now it is more than three months earlier than when we started the plan. Should we continue to advance now? Why is the king so anxious? Can his intention be realized on the construction site?

Despite the doubts, to keep the king waiting means to punish, flog, or put to death, or in combination, to flog to death. Tessian carefully chose his words and replied, "great king, it's hard to finish the whole project in three weeks, but I'll redouble my efforts. I'm sure I'll start a big competition in two months."

"Look at me." The Witch King said suddenly. Tessian's heart came up to his throat, and he quickly raised his head. The eyes of the Witch King turned into vertical pupils, just like poisonous snakes. This is another strange change. When he spoke, there was a hissing sound, and that strange sound was always around his ears. "I'd like to believe you, High Templar. By the way, you are now the chief Templar in charge of construction engineering, and you are still the chief Templar in the grand competition. You have a heavy responsibility. Don't let me down, you know? "

"Dorgian let me down. She didn't find out in advance what the masked alliance had done in my temple tower." The Witch King's voice was calm and cold, and the same meaning was revealed in his eyes. "But she's done her best to make up for it, so she's still alive. She is no longer a Templar, and her property has been confiscated. But as a reward for your loyalty, all the slaves are yours. I know you can do better than doggian, can't you? "

"Yes, great master, I will do better."

"Well, I believe that with you, the masked alliance will not make trouble again." The king of witchcraft waved his hand and let him out of his sight.

Until now, he still doesn't know how he left the great pyramid. Does the Witch King know about using the masked alliance to frame doji'an? He didn't dare to think about the details, afraid that his thinking would be known by the Witch King. But he couldn't help thinking about the order of the wizard king to close and block the gate of the arena.

He has done ordinary door sealing many times, but this time he felt deeply uneasy. At that time, he himself was in the door, with his Templars, the councillors of tyre, the merchants, and thousands of slaves. The Witch King will not give meaningless orders, so what is he going to do this time? If something bad happens, it means that he is also included, and I'm afraid he can't escape.

Combined with the recent changes in the appearance of the king of witchcraft and his increasingly anxious mood, he had to think in many ways.

The trainer on the manor opened the jingling bony curtain and came in. He said to him in a humble voice, "master tessian, the round shell beetle in the barn has gone crazy again and killed the trainer. This is the third trainer to die in two months

"One more, you useless fellow. Don't bother me with such trifles. " Tessian was upset because of the closure of the gate, so there were two words ringing in his mind, that is "closure" and "death". He couldn't distract himself from other things until he understood the secret. "From today on, don't report on Gladiator training. You can do it yourself," he told the trainer. You just need to remember one thing: my Gladiator is going to be the champion, and other places mean your death. "

The trainer was overjoyed, but he still had a humble expression on his face: "yes, master, do as you say."

In the slave camp, the round shell beetle suddenly went mad and killed three animal trainers. Each of them tried to bully the weak slaves, and each of them even spoke rudely to Ricardo. Their death did not seem like a coincidence. The trainer has not been able to find the connection, plus the trainer died, everything is impossible to check. So Bucher can safely sit in the underground prison and continue his behind the scenes command. Although there is only a small crack in the window with a concrete bar on the door to connect with the outside, it is enough for him to establish a spiritual dialogue with the round shell beetle.

Since learning psychic powers, a new world has unfolded in Bucher's mind. In this world, even honey producing insects who only know how to eat and sleep can talk with him. For a time, he thought it was his own fantasy, just like the voice of his wife in his sleep, saying something his wife would never say. Since it's a fantasy, he keeps saying it and says it without hesitation. But then, at his command, the beetle dragged the trainer who was throwing sand in his food to the cage to eat it, and he found out that it was wrong.That was the first one, and then another trainer who had killed the female slave disappeared into the mouth of another round shell beetle, and he was really sure of his new ability and still complacent. As everyone knows, when he affects insects, the beetle's thinking will gradually affect him, and more violent and primitive emotions will be brewing. Fortunately, after a crazy process, these emotions were released, and he was able to calm down for a period of time. And after this, his ability to connect with the beetle seems to have become stronger. Even through the thick soil, they can talk in their minds.

"The trainer tastes good." The beetle's mind is full of joy. "I don't know how slaves eat."

"Slaves are not allowed. They don't have enough to eat. They don't taste good." Bucher said to the beetle, "it's better for a fat slave owner to eat."

"Someone's looking for you." the beetle shakes its antennae. Even Bucher can feel this action through four dimensions. Maybe soon he will have enough strength and skills to share vision and hearing. "It's the cripple whose arm turned into a sword." Said the beetle.

"That's Ricas. You can't eat him, you know?" Bucher said again and again.

Sure enough, after a while, there was the sound of ricks' footsteps in the dark. "What's the matter, Ricas? How's your arm? "

"Fortunately, with the ointment, it has almost recovered, and the rest is to adapt. There is still time. I will still be the strongest in the arena Ricardo's face was full of sadness. "I've come to tell you something else."

"What's the matter? I'm going to be locked up here until the end of time? "

"Mike's dead." Ricardo's head was on the cell door with a choking voice. "He was burned to death the night before. They found his collar. I'm sorry to tell you the bad news. "

Silence spread at both ends of the cell door, and was suddenly dispelled by a loud laugh. "What bad news, ricks! That's good news, big news. " Bucher's big eyes twinkled in the crack of the door. "A burned body, that only means that Mike escaped there! He will come to us soon