"Is there anything special about this dagger?" Zhao Mai had never learned the knowledge of magical objects identification, so he had no idea at all. However, Shatili was a mage and Kotande, and they might have an identification method.

"This guy is much easier to deal with than the orcs in the mangroves." Butcher walked over, squatted down and carefully inspected the body: "Well, there is no heartbeat or breathing anymore, I'm sure he is dead."

"If it weren't for that shield, I could knock him down after a few encounters." Rikas also scratched his head. After saying this, Zhao Mai also felt something was wrong. "The soldiers of the masked alliance were so unhealthy? Hey, why didn't his nose be cut by me?"

This thought had just sprouted and a sudden change! From the ruins of the building, a crossbow arrow passed through the gaps in the wall and attacked Zhao Mai's chest. Zhao Mai raised the dagger in his hand to block it at the critical moment. However, the arrow clearly did not touch the dagger, but the two suddenly exploded together. A violent flash and a dizzying noise enveloped the three people. The huge roar shattered the eardrums, and the shock wave bounced them all away, falling heavily on the sand pile, covering the flowing sand.

Zhao Mai found that his neck was paralyzed, and the nerves on his face were seriously affected, and he could hardly move except his mouth. He ordered the Force to move from head to feet to try to open up the nervous system. But apart from feeling some physical pain, the Force was as if it was trapped in a quagmire and could not form at all, let alone casting spells. Zhao Mai could not twist his head, so he could only slant his eyes, watching the ruins' bricks and stones raised and thrown aside. The Taurus stood up from inside, holding a crossbow the size of a palm in his hand. His nose was still slowly flowing with blood. It seemed that this was the one injured by Rikas.

"Attack!" Zhao Mai shouted. But the three-headed black-scaled ghost lizard did not move, lying far away on the sand dune, blinking black eyes to observe the situation on the battlefield, without any reaction to Zhao Mai's orders.

"Don't work hard, you can't call any power. I really didn't expect that you bastards would actually consume so much! Five gold coins! Bastards, bastards!" He raised his crossbow and shot another arrow at Butcher. The strong man's body shook for a moment, and then stopped moving at all. Ricas shouted at the top of his voice: "Bstards! Come to me!"

"You are lucky, I really can't kill you." The Taurus looked down at Rikas when he passed by. "Is the sword easy to use? Why don't you thank me? I give you a better chance to win the championship in the competitive competition."

"I will be the champion without you. You do this for your own purposes!" Riccis' eyes emitted anger, and he wanted to get up, which would tear the Taurus apart. However, because his body was paralyzed and controlled, he could not move at all, so he could only be powerless. The Taurus stepped on his chest and buried half of his body in the sand. "Tir's hero and liberator." The Taurus hummed and laughed twice: "It's different at my feet?"

Zhao Mai's mind turned rapidly, trying to get rid of the current predicament. But he could not use it, whether it was the power of the body, the natural force or the supernatural power of the mind. He watched the big feet of the Taurus appear in front of him, and then his ugly face looked down at him from a high point.

"You are too busy with nothing, Lord Lord." The Taurus took a crossbow arrow from his belt, carefully snatched the crossbow, and then put it on the bullet. "I remember it was Eunho who killed you and buried a period of history."

"If I die, can the future change?" Zhao Mai had a sudden idea and suddenly said.

"Nothing is different for me." He slowed down for two seconds and said this.

In this moment, a glowing whip wrapped around the Taurus' neck and pulled it hard. The Taurus staggered back and fired the crossbow. Zhao Mai felt a chill in the corner of his eyes, and the crossbow arrow flashed through his ears and penetrated into the sand. Then he turned his head hard and saw the Templar Taisian pulling the Taurus with a long whip and hit the bull's head with a war hammer.

The Tauren threw away the crossbow, and as he fell backward, his body suddenly rotated half a circle, turning it into a face-down position, thus putting his limbs on the ground and his head raised. The hammer was knocked down hard, and there was only a loud noise, the hammer shattered, and the horns were smashed and dropped into the sand.

Blood flowed down from the broken corners and dripped along the Tauren's eyebrows and mouth. His limbs suddenly tried to pull Tessian over. Feeling the huge pulling force on his hand, the Templar quickly let go of the long whip. His palm was scratched by the long whip, and it hurt so much. However, Tessian clenched his fists, so that people couldn't see it.

"Ah, Tessian, Lord Templar." The Taurus stood up, took the whip from his neck and threw it aside, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, "You are here too? Today is so lively? You have no weapons in your hands, what else do you want to do to me?"

There was no expression on the dark face of the Templar. He threw away the hammer handle in his hand and took out a dagger. It was a magic dagger from Graleon, which was snatched from Zhao Mai by Tessian. Now the robber has saved his enemy's life and is still fighting for the owner with stolen goods, which makes people sigh at the changeable fate.

Those who can become high-level templar warriors are not ordinary people, and they always have outstanding advantages in some aspects. In terms of martial arts alone, Tessian is definitely not as good as Butcher, and may be slightly inferior to Rikas, but with the help of training in spiritual supernatural powers, Tessian is more cruel and cruel, and his fighting styles are more diverse. The fist formed by psychic energy and real weapons hit the body of the Taurus at the same time, and the impact from the mind attacks one after another. The desert scorpion summoned with the spirit crystal constantly stabs down from the sand layer.

The poison needle was released. The Taurus was injured in many places soon, and Taixian seemed to be at ease. The Taurus without shields was greatly reduced. Moreover, like Rikas and others, Taixian was also a person who was focused on the will of the planet. The Taurus did not dare to really kill him, for fear of causing difficult trouble. But for some reason, the Taurus was at a disadvantage, but did not choose to escape. Taixian actually entangled him alone! Zhao Mai suppressed this doubt in his heart and continued to pay attention to the battle over there.

He found that as the battle continued, the Taurus gradually gained the upper hand. His wounds did not recover, which should not be a manifestation of physical resilience, but the Taurus's endurance seemed endless, just like a machine with lasting power. On the other hand, the Templar, Taurus's face flushed and his breathing became more and more rapid. He was still explosive, but he couldn't hold on for a long time.

They moved while fighting, and soon arrived at the other side of the dune and left Zhao Mai's sight. He knew very well that he could not place all hope on Texi'an, not to mention whether he could win, even if the Templar wins, he might still die. "Calm down, calm down first, and then think of a way!" Zhao Mai slowed down his breath and began to think about his physical condition.

The heart is still beating normally, and breathing is also the same, which means that the connection between the brain and the body is normal, at least the signals in this aspect have not been blocked. This also means that the natural force can still circulate in the body, but the ability to actively control has been weakened. However, it cannot be said completely. After all, Zhao Mai can still control the eyes, nose and mouth.

First set a small goal, such as establishing a small cycle of natural force in the head, and then pushing it downward. However, after a few attempts, there is no connection between the cycle of the head and the body's recovery control, and this path is blocked.

The sand kept flowing, covering his legs at this time. Zhao Mai had an idea. Why could he feel the movement of the sand through his legs? He clearly had no intuition below his neck? He analyzed it carefully and finally realized that under his body, the energy vortex formed by the blasphemy magic was still there, and it continued to absorb the surrounding energy weakly and continuously. This vortex was first caused by Shatili's magic out of control. After Zhao Mai seized it, although he used most of the power to perform the quicksand technique, the energy attributes required by the druid spell and the mage arcane were different, so the vortex was not consumed. Now, it is blindly absorbing all the power around, including the power used by the Taurus to limit Zhao Mai.

Zhao Mai's legs were buried under the sand, and were first absorbed by the vortex, which weakened the effect, so Zhao Mai was able to recover some perception. Since this was the case, Zhao Mai was so cruel that he could shake his slightly moving legs left and right, making the sand flow faster, and slowly and completely buried himself.
Chapter completed!