One day, the top cover of the log cage was opened, but it was not time to throw food and water. Zhao Mai raised his head and saw Rikas's face appearing on his head with the help of the faint moonlight. "Hey, Mike, I've brought you some food."

Three pieces of cake were thrown down, and when they were about to fall to the ground, Zhao Mai grabbed them with his spiritual power. "Thank you, Rikas, where is the half-giant guarding here?"

"He dared not speak much." Riccis smiled slightly. Among the slaves, his fists could solve most of the problems. "But he can't let you out, and I think that's not a good idea. I'll arrive in Tyr City in three days, and you often encounter templars and patrols who capture fugitives on the way, and you don't have any chance."

"Well, I understand." Zhao Mai hesitated for a moment and said to Rikas: "If you have a way, can you bring the things in my backpack?"

"Backpacking stuff? Let me try it." Riccis said: "Mac, you'd better not run away, because once you run away, the half-giant will give us out. Even if I kill him in advance, there will still be many people who will be executed, do you understand?"

"I understand your concerns. Taixi'an will be implicated, right? I will always leave, but not now. And, thank you for your cake." Zhao Mai has made plans and does not want to escape at this time. He will only have a chance when he arrives in Tyr City first. So Zhao Mai waved his hand to Rikas, signaled him to leave, and then picked up a piece of dry cake and chewed it slowly.

This calm movement made the Moors admire him very much. He closed the lid, waved his fist at the one-armed half-giant, and then sneaked away quietly. In the distance, a sandstorm was coming towards the convoy, so even Taixi'an had to stop the entire convoy and prepare for defense. No matter what he wanted to do, he had to take advantage of the sandstorm.

The first person to sense the sandstorm was the hulled beetles. They stopped early and tried to get down to the ground. Under the control of the reins, the beetles could not do this, so they could only curl up together and lie on the ground and refuse to move. The desert war lizard then began to become nervous, with its nostrils opened and closed, and smelled the smell of sand in the wind. Taixian used his spiritual power to strengthen his senses and finally determined that the sandstorm was about to happen.

When the sandstorm really hit, black sand connects the world, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming seas. The brutal wind constantly stirs the sand walls, and violently rubs to create red lightning. The high-level tung samurai furiously, scolding the slaves, and allowing them to speed up and stabilize the trucks and goods as much as possible. "If the things are lost, you pray that you will be swallowed by the sandstorm with the things! Otherwise death will never come, and pain will torture you forever! Bah bah bah bah!" This was his mouthful of sand.

While everyone was busy, Ricas found the car that stored Zhao Mai's things. The valuable and interesting things were taken away by Taisian, such as steel weapons and the Giant Tooth Spear. The remaining messy things were put together with other supplies. Seeing the opportunity, Ricas jumped into the carriage, picked up Zhao Mai's backpack, and threw them under the carriage.

The strong wind blew, and the howling sound covered his actions. Sand kept crawling towards their feet, and if they stood still, they would soon cover their ankles. The sandstorm kept approaching, and it became increasingly difficult to open their eyes. So Ricas hooked the strap of his backpack with his feet, held the rope in his hand to pretend to bind things, and then slowly walked towards the prison van detained Zhao Mai, which was not very conspicuous.

But he was an important property of Tessian after all, so a Templar official found him and kept shouting, but Ricas turned a deaf ear. Only when the cold whip was placed on Ricas' shoulder did he have to "hear" the official: "What are you doing here? Go back to the car and tie yourself up, and don't be blown away by the wind."

He could not believe that the slaves in the same car as him would hide secrets for him, so if he went back now, Mike's backpack could not be taken back, and he could only stay outside, and then there would be nothing after the sandstorm passed. After thinking about Butcher's words, "Only Mike can truly give you freedom", this sentence was so firm that the Moors decided to believe it. So Ricas smiled at the official, pretended to agree and nodded, indicating that he would follow him and go back.

The official lifted his face towel upwards, trying to block the increasingly larger sand. When he turned around, Ricas suddenly reached out and covered his mouth. The power inherited from the dwarf's father exploded in an instant. Ricas struck the man's head and rushed towards the truck next to him. A muffled "bang" sound was blown away by the wind in an instant, and the official fell down softly.

An unexpected fall can explain all this. After all, the wind and sand are getting stronger and the visibility is getting lower and lower. Everyone has their feet slipped. Riccis pressed against the official's throat with his fingers and twisted it hard to ensure that his throat was broken. Even if the slamming just now did not kill him, this was enough.

Looking around, the two slaves turned their backs to this direction, but they couldn't say that they hadn't seen the scene before. Ricas couldn't do it perfectly, so he could only bear the necessary risk, hoping that the two slaves would not inform him. He looked at the corpses on the ground again, adjusted his posture, and continued to act. Taking advantage of the whistling sandstorm, he climbed into the prison car, threw his backpack down, and then ran to his car quickly.

He finally crawled back to the slave cart, and nothing could be seen at that time. The hurricane blew, his belt loosened, and his broad clothes were like sails, trying to wrap him up and pull him into the depths of the desert. At this moment, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into the shelter of the truck. "Tie the rope." Butcher said: "Only the weight can fight the sandstorm."

The slaves were trembling with fear of sandstorms. If there was a problem with the truck, either the Templars would seek out their lives to work with the slaves, or they would kill people to vent their anger afterwards. They had no intention of observing Ricas. Ricas's hands were trembling, after all, this was the first time he had killed a Templar, a man who was not a slave. After the initial tension passed, an indescribable excitement surged in his heart, and no matter how many times he won the gladiator, it was not as good as this feeling.

Kill the gladiator on the opposite side and become the last person standing in the arena. The audience would cheer for him. The scene made him feel bloody. Although no audience cheered for him now, his inner sense of release was far beyond that of the champion moment. This was a resistance, a resistance to the Templar officials. He looked down at his palm, remembered this feeling in his heart, and then clenched his fists hard.

The sandstorm continued, and Zhao Mai finally took back his backpack. When he opened it, he saw that the flower pot was broken. Xiaohua grabbed a small ball of soil with her root system and hid in the corner of the backpack and dying. Zhao Mai took it out, put it in the pocket of the reserved grain leather armor, and then poured it with the water he saved.

Xiaohua raised her head slightly and made a weak but joyful cry. Zhao Mai was calm and crushed the dry cakes. The soil picked out from her backpack, the sand and other dirt on the ground slowly filled her pockets.

"It's good that you're still alive, and the reserved grain will protect you. Do you know that it can actually teleport." Zhao Mai used natural force to regulate the little flower, and saw that she was getting better and better. The leaves returned to stretching from curling, but the color was still a little gray, not as charming as before.

There were only fragments of the original flower pot left in the bag. After searching for it, there were two more sharp pieces, which could be used as daggers when necessary. The rest, whether it was ropes, canvas or flint iron sheets, were searched cleanly. The little flower was hidden in the soil, which may be the only possibility that she had not been caught.

More soil and more sand were wrapped in storm and kept pouring from the top of his head. Ricas brought his backpack in, but forgot to close the top cover. The sand quickly covered the ground and slowly exceeded the height where Zhao Mai was sitting. He kept slapping the solid sand and constantly improving his position.
Chapter completed!