Sword and Magic and Taxi

The truck fell on the side of the road and broke into three halves, half of which was buried in the rust-colored sand. The six-legged lizard that used to drag the huge fortress truck was still in harness, but with arrows stuck in the eyes, nostrils and back of the head, it died motionless like a hill. Within a few hundred yards were scattered the corpses of shell beetles, as well as discarded goods and weapons. The corpses of the three guards were neatly lined up next to the large truck, on the shady side. They died of cutting their throats, their wounds were neat and sharp, and their blood drained.

Despite the sweltering heat, there is still a faint smell of corpse suspended in the air. The corpses were too dry to decompose, because their body water had evaporated with the vitality. "Only three bodies? What about the others?"

Tyrion's question was answered immediately. A templar tracker who was good at catching fugitives—in fact, mainly escaped slaves—reported that he had found footprints to leave here.

"Some people have very big feet, but their strides are very small, so they should be wearing fetters. The attackers are also the jailers, elite cavalry riding on bipedal sand lizards. They walked in the direction of Yozo Aksa. At least one day and one night time difference."

"Don't waste time here, lest the Dragon King thinks we are negligent." Tai Xi'an covered a shed with his hands and waved his hand and said, "Remove the things that are in the way on the road. Let's move on."

Tyrion nodded and sat back again.

"Dwarf, wait and see. Soon Ricas will send someone to dig the three corpses and bury them in the sand." Taisian curled his lips and shook his head slowly: "He always likes to do these useless things. "

"That's why this world needs smart people." Tyrion wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, then used psychic powers to drive the breeze. This is not "My Home", there is no soil to absorb the surrounding heat to achieve the cooling effect. Although he was only wearing silk clothes that were almost transparent, he still couldn't stand the heat of the desert. The only thing that can make him feel a little relieved is the wine pouch handed over by the gardener dragon. Since Zhao Mai is nearby, the light wine in the wine pouch is always iced.

"This unpleasant weather will sooner or later dry us all into corpses, unless..." Texian raised his eyebrows and said to Tyrion, "Unless you know how to better maintain and cool down."

This tone and accent sounded very familiar, and the Xi Han Wen Nuan often heard in the palace of Junlin City was often the beginning of a conspiracy. "Your Majesty," Tyrion said respectfully, "You can mobilize more resources, so you know how to do it. What can you teach me?"

Tesian snapped his fingers, and three masked women came to them. They have graceful figures and enchanting steps, but they are all wrapped up, covering their faces and hair, only three pairs of smart eyes with long eyelashes are exposed. They stood respectfully in front of Tai Xi'an, then knelt down and bowed towards Tai Xi'an and Tyrion.

"Women are made of water. These are the three well-behaved ice girls. Their body temperature is always lower than the surroundings. They are very comfortable when they are held in their arms or on their backs, and can absorb the heat from your body." Tai Xi'an has a solemn expression, as if discussing some serious government affairs. "All three are virgins, you can pick one based on intuition and vision."

"In other words, this is a test of intuition and vision." Tyrion also looked serious, squeezing his chin thoughtfully: "It's really hard to choose. I don't know the ice girl, so it's not as good as the King's teaching Teach me?"

"If I know which one to choose, doesn't it mean I've seen it in advance?" Tai Xi'an stretched out his finger, pointed at three people from left to right, and finally stopped on the middle one. "When I don't know how to choose, I usually choose the middle one. The ice girl transformed by the brain controller and the magician has always been of high quality. Which one to choose will not make much difference, and the middle one It can't be wrong."

"Since Your Majesty the King chooses the middle, then I can only choose the side. I always eat a bowl with my left hand and punch with my right hand. I am small and have weak fists, but I know that even the most powerful fighters, if not Eating food will make your fists weak." Tyrion pointed to the one on the far left: "Eating is the most important, I choose which one."

"Yes, yes, it makes sense." Taixian waved, and the woman on the right left. Tyrion was a little curious, and asked, "Where is she going?"

"Wait one day to give it away. Do you think she can go somewhere and throw it in the desert to die? I have spent a lot of money on each of them, but I can't be wasted like this."

"The city of Tyr prohibits the slave trade, and buying and selling of people is a felony." Tyrion said.

"I just gave the annual service fee at a time~www.NovelMTL.com~ with a piece of paper to bind the rights and obligations of both parties. Everything is done on the premise of voluntariness." Tai Xi'an turned to the woman and said: "Take off the towel, am I right?"

The one he picked took off his turban. It turned out to be a half-elf with nice skin and amber eyes. "Of course, I serve voluntarily and no one forces me."

The one that Tyrion picked did not move until Tyrion raised his finger. She took off her scarf and turned out to be a half-dragon. Half of the human blood, half of the Pitailan dragon. Her skin is light brown, her nose is tall, and her long, forked tongue extends beyond her chin. Unlike the Pitailan dragons, the half-dragons only have small and smooth scales on the throat, mouth, lower abdomen, and side ribs, have four fingers instead of three, and have a softer body.

"Haha, you are really lucky. I was told that one of them was a half-dragon, and I couldn’t believe it at the time. Dragons are very rare, and half-dragons have never been seen before. You are a lucky dwarf. that's nice!"

"I think so too. Since I followed Master Mike Longhou, everything has gone very smoothly." Tyrion beckoned, and the half dragon came to her, squatted down and kissed his hand: "Wish to do Your service, my lord."

Sure enough, with a chill. "Are you psionic or magic?" Tyrion asked, "What kind of training do you have?"

"I am a psychic and follow the path of the soul. In addition, I have also been trained in dancing, sewing and assassination prevention." When the half-dragon spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse, which may be different from the structure of her throat related. "I can't sing and my voice is not very good, but my body is the most flexible of the three."

"Then you follow me from now on." Tyrion said with a smile, with curled eyebrows and the corners of his mouth.