Sword and Magic and Taxi

"Reserve grain, take a sniff, tell me if anyone is on it?" The reserve grain cleverly raised his head, his nose sucked in the air, and then he shook his head towards Zhao Mai with his tongue.

It takes a lot of effort to climb up. Because he was worried that there was a magical barrier here—Zhao Mai was ninety-nine percent sure that there was one—so he didn't allow the power of teleportation to be used in the reserve. Taking out the rope, Zhao Mai tied the dog to his chest and tied the Xinmu spear by the way. Since the Heart Wood Spear suppresses magic and psychic powers, no matter what magic barriers and traps are, they will be suppressed by it. This is the universal pass they rely on. Then, facing the shaft in front of them, Zhao Mai and Duojian back to back, put their feet on the wall of the shaft, and pushed each other little by little before they walked up.

The temple tower looks like an obelisk from the outside, with four smooth outer surfaces gradually narrowing from bottom to top, and finally converging into a tip at the top. There are two entrances, one on the east side of the first floor, where the slaves and materials used for construction enter and exit, and it is also the most guarded place. The other is on the fifth floor, on a protruding platform on the west side. From the platform you can see the arena and the throne of the Witch King Karak. Either fly up here or teleport up here.

The inside of the temple tower is a structure intersected by spiral staircases in the shape of a circle. It is divided into seven floors. The six floors below are surrounded by many large and small rooms. Inside, there will be tributes and tributes dedicated to the Witch King from the city of Tyre. gift. But now they are all empty, so as not to affect their efficiency as a magic circle, that is their real purpose of construction. There is no room on the seventh floor, just a whole vault, which will become the lair of the Witch King Karak when he transforms the dragon.

After climbing up the shaft, the grain reserve is responsible for guarding to see if there are guards. After the heartwood spear suppressed the magic, the dog nose became the strongest detection ability of the entire temple tower. Zhao Mai has been holding Dojian's arm and keeping her by his side. If he encounters a Templar or a guard, Dojian, a high-level official uniform, can drag him for a while and give Zhao Mai a chance to attack and solve the problem. The three of them can't be separated, because the range of the Heartwood Spear's suppression of magic is not large, and if you stretch the distance, it may trigger the defense here, this is not a joke! Every Witch King is strong, and Karak is even more so. Considering his construction of this temple tower and his research on Dragon Transformation, his magical attainments may be the strongest among all Witch Kings-second only to Dragon King.

"Follow me and stay on track." Zhao Mai said to Duojian. The latter nodded blankly, without any sorrows and joys revealed, and left the nervousness to Zhao Mai himself. There are no windows in the temple tower, only some lamp stands are arranged on the circular steps, which rely on the grease inside to burn and illuminate. During the construction period, the place was brightly lit day and night, and now there seems to be no one, so only one or two lights are burning to provide weak lighting.

Two people and a dog left the shaft room and stepped onto the spiral stairs. Despite the effort to relax, even breathing sounds will be amplified here, forming echoes. The sound is creepy, I always feel that there are other people here, making people stand upright.

Zhao Mai kept admonishing himself that all of this was an illusion, Biaofei's imagination, and it did not actually exist. He wants to remain calm, but it is not a simple matter. According to the "script" he knew, Rikas would throw the Heartwood Spear in the arena and shoot it into the chest of the Witch King Karak, and then everyone would work together to kill the Witch King. Following the story is the safest way, instead of breaking away from the script, everything depends on your own reasoning and design. This may succeed, but if it fails...

No, it must not fail! Zhao Mai cheered for herself! There is no time to worry about failure. Trying to succeed already requires all his energy, and now he cannot be distracted. His heart was pounding, and his palms were full of sweat. On the contrary, Dogian was always calm, not disturbed by foreign objects and without emotions and memories. It was really useful at this time.

In front of the steps, a cloud of blue mist seeped from the wall and rolled in midair into the shape of a human face. It was the face of a middle-aged man who always frowned, and two sharp stars flashed in his deep-set eyes. He opened his empty mouth and said in a sad tone: "Sad living creatures, what are you doing again? Why do you want to set foot on the stairs of death, why try to climb from the abyss to hell?"

A bound spirit. Zhao Mai observed and made a judgment. This is a kind of ghost trapped in a certain place. Perseverance makes them very powerful. Creatures killed by the bound spirit will also become bound spirits and continue the work of the former. Evil wizards sometimes make spirit bindings to guard certain important places. Since bound spirits can penetrate entities and attack from behind walls, ground and ceilings, flying gives them super mobility, so they are more useful than guarding golems in many cases.

Only one bound spirit? Zhao Mai glanced around, and indeed did not find other guards. After thinking about this, it was reasonable. The Witch King kept asking for the schedule to advance, desperately squeezing the power of slaves and templars, and as a result, even he himself was caught in a tight schedule. This huge magic circle is busy enough, and it is hard work to hide it from all construction workers, so the Witch King certainly doesn't have much time to set up guards.

Moreover, when his plan is successful, he will become a dragon. He has planned to abandon the entire city of Tyre and let death spread from the temple tower. At that time, the temple tower was completely useless to him, why bother to guard it?

When the giant raised his head proudly and cast his gaze on the great sun, he would not think of the little mouse sneaking under his feet.

Bound Spirit walked around here, and did not trigger any magic alarm, so Zhao Mai thought that they had probably left the alarm zone, at least the area around Bound Spirit could move freely. He had an idea in his mind, and the best way to solve the trouble was to kill it.

"According to Lord Witch King's order, do a final inspection of the temple tower." Once he concentrated, Zhao Mai didn't panic. He bowed slightly, then introduced the woman behind him. "Lord Dojian accompanied the inspection. She is a high-ranked templar of the temple building."

"Yes, I have seen her, another sad soul." The big blue cloud face was still unconvinced: "Master Witch King has checked it earlier. What use are you guys?"

"Master Witch King's mana is unpredictable, I am naturally inferior. But when the masonry was built here, Master Dojian and I were there all the time, so we have our own use." Zhao Mai looked directly at Bin Ling, with a slight corner of his mouth. Upturned. He clenched the Heart Wood Spear tightly with his right hand, as long as the bound spirit got closer, he would attack first. After breaking all magic and psychic protection, the bound spirit will be very vulnerable in front of Zhao Mai. The only thing to worry about is its maneuverability, so it must be hit with a single blow, not allowing it to escape into the wall.

"Does Master Witch King need a small role like you? There is also a dog?" Bing Ling still frowned, slowly approaching Zhao Mai. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and his eyes stared at the weapon in Zhao Mai's hand.

The heart wood spear came out of the hole like a poisonous snake, and plunged into the body of Bound Ling suddenly. Zhao Mai's feet were like a spring installed, but he jumped over multiple steps in an instant and penetrated directly.

Accompanied by the scream, Ling Ling's big blue face exploded with a bang, turning into fist-sized clouds. Zhao Mai immediately turned around and kept piercing the little clouds with his wooden spear. With every stabbing, there was a faint scream. The reserve grain rushed up, opening his mouth and biting constantly. Only Duojian didn't receive the order, so he stood there. Zhao Maisheng was afraid that Ling Ling could escape, so his subordinates kept moving, and soon smashed all the blue Ling Ling clouds.

The Heartwood Spear is indeed an artifact-level equipment, unmatched in attack and damage, otherwise, how could it be so easy to solve the binding spirit? Zhao Mai wiped his sweat, gave a thumbs up in praise of the grain reserves, and then let the expressionless Duojian follow.

However, Zhao Mai is very clear that we must not be superstitious about weapons. Although the heartwood spear has such outstanding advantages, the disadvantages are also obvious: holding it, you cannot use magic and psychic powers, and it becomes no different from ordinary fighters. As long as the enemy shoots arrows from a distance, or simply has superb martial skills, he can easily kill the holder of the Heartwood Spear. So this weapon is only a good thing under certain circumstances.

"Come on, it seems that our luck is very good, and there is no other guardian. Lord Witch King believes in his magical barrier, coupled with limited energy, so this situation of tightness and looseness is the same as I expected, indeed There is an exploitable loophole ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Zhao Mai continues to advance with Doji'an, climbing all the way up, to the fifth floor platform.

The hustle and bustle of the arena came in from outside, and wave after wave never stopped. Zhao Mai and Duoji'an were hidden in the shadows, not daring to expose themselves. Perhaps when the Witch King raised his head and looked at this side with eagerly anticipating eyes, he would inadvertently see two small bugs. He would not allow the little bugs to cling to the perfect body of the temple tower. Zhao Mai sighed: No, it is not yet time to see the situation in the arena.

The waves of noise indicate that the competition is still in full swing, and the gladiators are still fighting for victory and final freedom, fighting monsters, other gladiators, and themselves. The blood should have dyed the sand red at this time, and the life as a sacrifice is withering in the arena one by one, dedicated to Lord Witch King.

Zhao Mai flicked his fingers across the wall, feeling the touch of the rough brick wall of the temple tower. If the plan is not successful, everyone will have an inevitable death. Thinking about it now, this is really a scary thing. In Zhao Mai's past life, he has never encountered such a "success or death" situation. Close your eyes and slowly realize the fear in this, and then excavate excitement and excitement from it, and then let the blood fill your blood vessels, making the soul feel throbbing.

He likes this sense of adventure. (To be continued.)