"What is this on your neck?" A Gais superviser looked up and down at Zhao Mai. This weird synthetic race is between humans, elves and reptiles, thin, slender, and hunchbacked. His fleshy head is as slender as locusts, and his bubbling eyes without eyelids are always secreting sticky and smelly substances. They are not very good at working, but they have excellent eyesight and a good memory, which is especially annoying to slaves.

"Pick it off for me," Zhao Mai waved his hand and drove away the flies around him, saying to the Gais.

Gu Yinbian ignored him, circled around Zhao Mai, and asked, "Where is your slave mark?"

"I'm not a slave, I don't have that kind of thing."

"Pull it down and poke him! He is now a slave to the Karak Witch King!" The Gais roared and recruited a half-giant supervisor.

Mixed with the blood of hill giants, trolls and humans (why are there always humans? This is really something worth thinking about), semi-giants are born with an advantage in body shape. They are very powerful, hard-working, and quite loyal. They are essential subordinates who stay at home, work, fight and take the blame.

The half-giant held Zhao Mai down, raised a red soldering iron, and pressed it hard on his waist. After the burning smell of flesh, a pattern that looked like a skeleton appeared on the originally smooth skin.

Zhao Mai gritted his teeth, but the severe burning pain of his skin was very unbearable. At the moment when he howled in pain, he realized how great Qiu Shaoyun, who died in the sea of ​​fire at the age of 26, was.

Fortunately, he is still alive, and he still has the chance to take revenge on his own. The drum-eyed bubbles kept spraying sticky saliva and said to Zhao Mai with a smile: "Remember, work hard in the future, otherwise your thin skin and tender flesh will be quickly sucked into rags!"

"Don't let me meet you alone, you bed bug!" Zhao Mai gasped and said to the Gais.

There were many slaves behind him. Gongyeba did not care about the threat of a slave, but just waved his hand and asked the half-giant to take Zhao Mai away.

The living and living conditions of slaves were naturally extremely poor, and their daily work was extremely heavy. Zhao Mai and thirty other slaves were squeezed into a six-square-meter house, and everyone could only take turns sleeping. However, the house was close to it but not close to the wall, so there was a narrow space outside the house to hide. The nights in the desert were very cold, and living outside was a terrible torture. However, here, Zhao Mai could avoid other people's sight and be with the reserved grain and small flowers, so he grabbed this position and gave the space inside the house to others.

Zhao Mai's job is constantly changing, moving bricks, building walls, pedicures, and pulling pulley cranes, so he saw the purple first floor platform inside and outside. The entire temple tower will have seven floors, and the outside is decorated in seven colors: purple, blue, green, green, yellow, orange, and red. Everyone thinks that this temple is to praise the power of the Witch King, but its real purpose is deeply hidden.

The Witch King is already one of the strongest forces in the world at present, but it has not reached its limit. After combining arcane and spiritual power, the Witch Kings have developed a legendary magic that can take them to go further. This series of spells is called the Dragon Transformation Technique. The difficulty of this spell is above the ninth level spell and has touched the edge of divine power. After one to ten levels of dragon transformation techniques of different difficulty levels, the Witch King can transform his own, spirit, soul and power into a dragon form, and thus all rise to the level of a higher god, which is the Dragon Emperor.

Atas, a witch king has become the Dragon Emperor. It was precisely this power that the Thirteenth Witch King Polis convinced other witch kings to defeat their creator, the primordial warlock Rajat, and exiled him to an empty dark plane. The Dragon Emperor used his own power to guard Rajat to prevent him from coming out, and at the same time tried to learn more advanced knowledge from him.

The Karak Witch King is not the lucky one who can become the Dragon King, but like other Witch Kings, he also mastered the spell of the Dragon Transformation Technique. The entire dragon transformation process is a long and unexpected long journey. It takes at least several hundred years of continuous energy to go down step by step, collect casting materials, and prepare a safe casting environment. The last level of the Dragon Transformation spell alone is counted in years, which is not the process of subsequent deformation and transformation. Especially when casting, the Witch King has no energy to control other things and will become relatively fragile. The other Witch King is also monitoring each other and waiting for the opponent to have flaws. Because once disturbed, the Dragon Transformation Technique will fail, all the resources invested by the Witch King are in vain, and the Witch King himself will be affected and reduce his strength. Therefore, the safe casting time has become the biggest obstacle to the Dragon Transformation Technique.

Carac didn't want to take such a big risk, nor did he want to wait for that long. He wanted to gain the authority of the Dragon Emperor earlier and catch up with the progress of the strong Polis.

After long-term magic research and technical exploration, he found a way to greatly shorten this process and condense the changes over the years into a gorgeous grand ceremony. This is a gorgeous celebration that requires sacrifice of tens of thousands of lives, so the Karak Witch King was going to hold a grand gladiator competition and build a huge device to absorb life energy - the Temple Tower.

However, no one in the city of Tyr knew the plan of the Witch King, and even the Templars were kept in the dark. They took out a large number of slaves from the iron mines, farms and workshops, all of which were used to build temple towers. Of course, these slaves would eventually be imprisoned underground in the gladiatorial arena. If there were insufficient audiences that day, these slaves would also contribute their lives to the Witch King's great plan.

Zhao Mai looked at the foundation of the temple tower in front of him and knew that there was an evil device hidden in the future that would absorb life. It was impossible to destroy it. A group of tung samurai and the witch king's priests checked the quality of the project every day and checked the progress of the project. Zhao Mai and a group of people were responsible for a region. As long as there was a mistake in this region, everyone would be ruthlessly killed. Zhao Mai not only could not destroy it himself, but also had to stare at others that could not destroy it, so he only had one choice left: study.

In other worlds, the difference between arcane and druid Force spells is very big, but in Atas is a bit vague. Here, except for the psychic power, the source of all spells is actually the same, that is, the vitality of the entire planet, that is, the natural force. The greatest contribution of the sorcerer Rajat of the primordial sorcerer was to use the natural force as the foundation to create the entire arcane system.

Zhao Mai didn't have time to learn arcane. He only cared about how this tower absorbed vitality, and how much is it in common with the skills he learned from Wadsworth? Logically speaking, this temple tower ultimately failed to allow Carac to complete the dragon transformation technique - he was killed during the spell casting process. But no one can guarantee that Zhao Mai was on this historical line.

While working, he tried to enter the state of Force Sensing. It was originally impossible to enter meditation during activities, but on the first floor of the temple tower, this thing became possible. A faint but definite natural force surrounded Zhao Mai, just as he entered a shallow meditation.

Hiding in the slit between the house and the wall at night, Zhao Mai shared the food that the reserved grain had stolen for him. At the same time, with the help of Xiaohua, he sorted out his own force and eliminated the adverse effects on himself. In this huge city, he finally didn't have to eat raw food. The reserved grain took Xiaohua out every day and used his elusive skills to walk through the streets and alleys. Although these foods were all covered with puppies' saliva, they were still a hundred times more delicious than the "meal" in the slave camp.
Chapter completed!