Chapter 142 (1/2)

A few days later, the two teams ran into each other on the wasteland.

Zhao Mai looked at the mighty team coming up behind him, and then looked at the six Knights riding the sand war lizard. After weighing it, he decided to stop. Even if they can kill six sand lizards - assuming that they are stupid enough not to choose to distance and harass them, but to fight to the end - it's hard for them to get rid of the Horde behind them. The wasteland will end not far away, and the road leads to the mountains. According to Ricas, otaruk is guarding the pass, which is the only way to pass, so as a result, they can't avoid each other at all.

Unless his brain burns, he will leave the road and run deep into the wilderness. Despite Bucher's different opinions, Zhao Mai still decided to wait and see what the Templar would say, hoping that this time he could fool around.

Along the way, Taixian did not let the team do any rest. In his view, there was a shed on the truck to block the sun, leaving room for the slaves to sleep on shift, and food was supplied according to the standard, so there was no reason to stop. They travel day and night, and will not have any reservation before completing the task of kalak Witch King. If they can advance as much as possible, they will not relax for a second. He had strict self-discipline, which was the secret of his success.

”My Lord, in front of him is a slave owner and his two slaves, one of whom is a moor.” The cavalry replied, ”both slaves are good goods, and there is no obvious identity mark on the slave owner.”

”Go up and have a look.” In this way, Zhao Mai and his party were surrounded by the high-level Templar tessian.

Looking at each other's robes and armor, looking at the bright flag behind them, and looking at the ten semi giant soldiers gathered up, Zhao Mai knew that his side was at an absolute disadvantage. So he jumped down from the beetle and hurried to taixi'an. He bowed and said, ”Dear Templar, what do you have to say?”

Before the words fell, a soul probe penetrated into Zhao Mai's brain. When he saw the two slave fighters, he had the idea of taking it for himself. What two strong soldiers they are! They will certainly shine at the temple tower competition and add more political weight to themselves. Moreover, once they win, as the master, tessian can make a request to the Witch King!

Maybe others will waste this request, or lose their lives because of greed, or miss the opportunity because of shallow knowledge, but it will never be him. The Witch King has not yet become a God, so his intention can be speculated, and tessian is sure that he can get the maximum benefit.

”Give me these two slaves, and then you can go away.” Tessian didn't want to talk nonsense, but he came straight to the point. ”If you see the desert, get in and don't show up in front of me again.”

”My Lord, these two slaves are mine. You can't take them away.” Zhao Mai stood up straight. He dispelled the psionic probe in his mind, which surprised him a little. Zhao Mai evaluated the strength level he had just met. Although he is not an opponent in the aspect of psychic powers, he does not have no chance. ”These two slaves are all my property, and I will not transfer them anyway.”

”Ha ha, you miscalculated your value. Can you negotiate with me? I'm the High Templar of tyre. What are you With a smile, tessian brought out his own name. But then from Zhao Mai's eyes, he saw something that made him very uncomfortable. Savor carefully, it is actually a kind of stubborn freedom, ignoring authority, no shackles. Tessian frowned and blurted out, ”are you a masked ally?” He suddenly laughed because he thought of a good reason.