Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 "Reserve food, I have to rely on you." Zhao Mai looked at the puppy sitting in front of him and couldn't even reach out to touch it. Even if the food reserve can help him open the binding, it is best to do it after the arm is almost recovered. "Food, water, these two are the most basic. I don't know how many times your teleportation can be used, but be careful not to get caught. Remember, don't get caught!"

　　 The reserve grain tilted his head, and then panted twice. Afterwards, it went to the corner of the log prison and lifted its leg to pee, then flicked its tail, and the teleportation disappeared.

　　 Taixi’s motorcade will not stop, they will continue to march towards Tyre as always. The guards who were killed in the battle were stripped of their bodies and threw their bodies on the Gobi Desert. The sun and sand will dispose of these carcasses, as will the scavengers. But before they arrived, the grain reserves were found.

　　 Survival has its cruelty. What runs through the ecosystem is not etiquette and rules, but the food chain. The reserve food walked among the corpses, sniffed with his nose, and then began to fill his stomach.

　　 There was a vibration from the ground, and a few carrion beetles came out. But the meat here is enough to eat, they don't care about the food reserves. But what has been eaten by carrion beetles will become "dirty", and other creatures will become infected with diseases and become new corpses if eaten. So the puppy finished eating as soon as possible, then tore off and holding a large piece of meat, relying on his own urine mark, and sent it back to Zhao Mai.

　　 "You let me eat this? Raw?" Zhao Mai was stunned, followed by waves of nausea. Reserve food, put things down, walked over, lay down gently, and put his head on Zhao Mai's lap. It raised its head to look at its owner, then licked its lips, licking the blood-stained red mark of the mouth a little lighter.

　　 For a long time, the food reserves have been the same as Zhao Mai, all cooked food. Only occasionally eating some marching dry food is considered cold food. In fact, this dog can be regarded as being spoiled by Zhao Mai. He has not suffered much and hunted very few times. Zhao Mai looked at it and laughed to himself. It was obvious that he let the food reserve go to find something to eat, but in the end he still disliked it. Do I have to let the food reserve go to the convoy to find food? Can I force it to take such a risk?

　　Since this world is still barbaric, only barbarians can survive in this world. Force and power are remote things for Zhao Mai, thinking that he can reason with the Templar, but the end result is that he is behind bars. He gradually understood why it was a gladiator who would eventually overthrow the Witch King's power. That is because only people who constantly experience cruelty and barbarism on the line of life and death truly represent the will of this world.

"Give it to me, I will eat." Zhao Mai said to the reserve grain: "I said before that you can eat whatever I eat, and our meals are consistent. Now it is time for me to fulfill my promise. Protein, fat, nothing more than These are these things. Since I need to be a beast, then I should be a beast."

　　 Use teeth to bite the flesh and blood, and the smell of blood fills the mouth. Zhao Mai endured the discomfort and hurriedly swallowed after simple chewing, hoping that his digestive system would solve the remaining problems. This wild way of eating seems to activate something. Although he still wore a "depressive collar" around his neck, Zhao Mai clearly felt a little natural force flowing in his body.

　　 He quickly closed his eyes, meditated and then communicated with this natural force, and went deep into his blood again. Although Wadsworth said, he can't train to transform naturally, as that will make his body gradually collapse. But he needs help now, and in the blood, he can get such help.

　　 A more robust digestive system, more effective than any therapeutic agent under current conditions. Zhao Maiqiang resisted the psychological discomfort and pinned all his hopes on his body, the body of a human that evolved over millions of years. How long has the history of human use of fire, and the time span of Rumao drinking blood? There are always some hidden powers in the blood. The Force of Nature will unearth it and apply them to deal with the current situation. This is Zhao Mai's order to the Force.

　　Only by getting better nutrition can we recover better; only by better recovery can we get out of trouble. With the hope of this natural force, and with the loyal help of the grain reserves, Zhao Mai has confidence that he can definitely get everything back on track!

　　 "Tai Xi'an!" Zhao Mai hummed after taking a bite of the meat. "Thai Xian, Tai Xian, Tai Xian..."

　　 In this way, Zhao Mai has been kept in this dark cage, and can only know the change of day and night through the change of outside temperature. Reserve grain always helps him find what to eat, and it can always find food. Most of it was captured wild prey, and occasionally it would steal some food from the humans in the convoy without the attention of others. Fortunately, this road is not a sea of ​​sand, there are always some animals haunting, and Zhao Mai's previous battles have greatly reduced the number of guards, so luck has always been accompanied by food reserves, they "always find what they want" ( Thanks to classmate Xuepox). After eating too much, Zhao Mai quickly became accustomed to all kinds of game, and the strong digestive system has been working very hard. He also constantly hypnotized himself, imagining that he was Yang Guo with a broken arm, and his food reserves were **** sculptures, bringing himself back with all kinds of snake gall.

　　 The only pity is that there is no snake gall that can increase skill, just the meat of various animals. In order to find these foods, the reserve grain also went through a lot of struggles and was bullied. When Zhao Mai was eating, it gently licked its own wound with its tongue, and there was no complaint.

　　 Once a certain amount of natural force has been accumulated, Zhao Mai will treat the reserve grain. Under the influence of the depressive collar, these forces are always in vain. They can only be purely guided, and cannot be constructed into complete spells. Regardless of people and dogs, the wound recovery speed is not fast. So Zhao Mai kept squeezing his own potential, hoping to be more and more. He was doing weight-bearing training, except that this exercise was not the muscles, but the mastery and use of the natural force.

　　 Taixian never knew that he was catching a spellcaster, and he was too superstitious about the power to suppress the collar, thinking that Zhao Mai had been weak. Where he can't see, Zhao Mai is recovering and exercising, and the same is true of food reserves. Fighting and wild food along the way allowed the food reserves to grow rapidly, and the wildness on his body became more and more abundant. The hard teeth and sharp claws make the back longer and stronger. It is more and more like a wolf, rather than the kind of stupid domestic pet. Although Zhao Mai still doesn't understand why it can transmit, it doesn't matter. The grain reserves are his brothers, and the more he can, the better.

　　 Relying on enough meat, his recovery speed is much faster than others expected, but he is very careful to hide this. Every two or three days, Taisian would ask the half-giant to pull him out of the prison cart to check his condition. The first is the suppressed collar on his neck, and then the recovery of his arm. At this time, Zhao Mai would always look for opportunities to yell, interfere with the inspection process, or draw the attention of Tai Xi'an with big talk.

　　 This templar has assembled the Megalodon, but cannot launch it. Zhao Mai destroyed the firing device long ago, and this step allowed him to live temporarily. "Has Tyre City arrived?" Zhao Mai always asked.

　　 "Do you still have anything to do in Tyre? Which high-ranked templar or an official of the council?" Taixian kept making associations, and felt that everyone seemed suspicious. "Your masked alliance has penetrated to that level. Tell me a few names and I will consider making you more comfortable."

　　 "I'm not from the Masked Alliance." Zhao Maiyue said this, and Taixi's disbelief. "If you do this, it will affect King Karak's rule, and it will be detrimental to yourself."

"You still have time to care about me, the masked man." Taisian grabbed Zhao Mai by the neck and showed him the situation in the team: "See you, your newly bought slave is already working for me. That foolish slave is about to recognize reality. Only you, a dumb-headed fellow who still wants to fight against me. What qualifications do you have?"

　　 A pang of pain exploded from Zhao Mai's mind~www.NovelMTL.com~Texian stretched his psychic tentacles in again. Zhao Mai immediately thought in a way that mixed Mandarin and Graleone, forcing himself to construct a novel in his mind. Although the words became fragments under the scourge of psychic powers, in this way, Taixian could only find strange talks and could not dig out any useful things.

　　Although Zhao Mai was unable to use psychic powers under the influence of the suppression collar, his previous self-training still built a barrier, and the skills of defensive thinking and self-hypnosis were still there. What he is most worried about now is that Tesian will hand him over to the Witch King Karak. Witch King level psychic powers can easily extract all the information in his mind, or directly control him.

"You...what you want to know, you need to get a guarantee in exchange." Every time after being beaten by the soul, Zhao Mai would sweat profusely, but he always held it up and said to Tai Xi'an: "You raid and Take my things, if there is no strong guarantee to make me sure that I can live, I will not tell you those things!"

　　 "Guarantee?" Taixian thought, could this be the trick of the Masked Alliance, why not just use it? "What kind of guarantee do you want, maybe I will consider your proposal."

　　 "You can do it yourself, you are a high-level templar, there is always a solution."

　　 Among all the abilities of a high-level templar, the only one that cannot be controlled is the Witch King. So as long as Tai Xi'an finds a solution to the problem, he will not go to King Karak. Zhao Mai silently limited the range of action for him, and Taixian didn't notice it. This is not a psychic power, but only a psychological skill~www.NovelMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.