"Sales reserved grain, sniff it and tell me if there is anyone above?" The reserved grain raised its head wisely, sucked its nose in the air, and then stuck out its tongue to shake its head at Zhao Mai.

It took some effort to climb up. Because he was worried that there was a magic barrier here - Zhao Mai was 99% sure there was a here - so he did not allow the reserve grain to use the power of teleportation. He took out the rope, Zhao Mai tied the dog to his chest and tied the Heart Wood Spear by the way. Because the Heart Wood Spear suppressed magic and spiritual superpowers, no matter what magic barrier and trap there were, it would be suppressed by it. This was the universal pass they rely on. Then, facing the shaft in front of him, Zhao Mai and Duojian pressed their feet back to back, pushed each other little by little, and then walked up.

The temple tower looks like an obelisk from the outside. The four smooth outer surfaces gradually narrow from bottom to top, and finally merge at the top to form a tip. There are two entrances, one on the east side of the first floor, where the construction slaves and materials enter and exit here, and are also the most guarded place. There is also a prominent platform on the fifth floor, on the west side. From the platform, you can see the arena, and you can also see the throne of the Witch King Karak. Either fly up or teleport up here.

Inside the temple tower is a structure that is connected by spiral stairs in the shape of the shaped spiral steps, which are divided into seven floors. The six floors below are arranged with many large and small rooms around the steps, and there will be tributes and gifts dedicated to the Witch King by Tir. However, now it is empty to avoid affecting their efficiency as magic circles. That is their real purpose of construction. There is no room on the seventh floor, but it is just a whole vault, and it will become the nest of the Witch King Karak when he transforms into a dragon in the future.

After climbing the shaft, the reserve grain was responsible for alerting and seeing if there were any guards. After the Heart Wood Spear suppressed the magic, the dog's nose became the strongest detection ability of the entire temple tower. Zhao Mai kept holding Dogian's arm and kept her by her side. If he encountered a sage warrior or guard, Dogian, in uniform with high-level officials, could drag him for a while and give Zhao Mai a chance to raid and solve the problem. The three of them could not be separated because the Heart Wood Spear suppressed the magic range. If you stretch the distance, you might trigger the defense here. This is not a joke! Every witch king is a strong man, and Karak is even more so. Considering that he built this temple tower and his research on dragon transformation, his magical attainments may be the strongest among all witch kings - second only to the Dragon King.

"Follow me closely, never leave me." Zhao Mai said to Dogian. The latter nodded expressionlessly, without any sadness and joy. He left Zhao Mai himself to bear the tension. The Temple Tower did not build windows, but only some lamps were installed on the paper steps, relying on the oil burning and lighting inside. During the construction period, the lights were brightly lit day and night, and there seemed to be no one now, so only one or two lights were burning to provide faint lighting.

Two people and a dog left the room of the shaft and stepped onto the spiral steps. Despite trying hard to lighten the steps, even the breathing sounds would be amplified here to form an echo. This sound is creepy, and I always feel that there are other people here, making people stand upright.

Zhao Mai kept reminding himself that all this was an illusion, a Zoofei's imagination, and it did not actually exist. He wanted to stay calm, but this was not a simple thing. According to the "script" he knew, Rikas would throw a wooden spear in the arena, shoot it into the chest of the Witch King Carac, and then everyone worked together to kill the Witch King. Following the plot is the safest way, instead of getting out of the script like this, everything depends on his own reasoning and design. This may succeed, but if it fails...

No, you must not fail! Zhao Mai cheered himself up! He had no time to worry about failure. It took him all his energy to work hard to succeed, and he must not be distracted now. His heart was pounding and his palms were covered with sweat. On the contrary, Dojian was always calm, not disturbed by external objects and had no emotions and memories, which was indeed very useful at this time.

In front of the steps, a blue cloud fog penetrated from the wall and rolled in the air to the shape of a human face. It was the face of a middle-aged man who always frowned, and two sharp stars flashed in his deep eyes. He opened his mouth of nothingness and said in a sad tone: "What are you here to do, sad living creatures? Why do you step on the ladder of death, and why do you try to climb from the abyss to hell?"

A spirit-binding. Zhao Mai observed and made a judgment. This is a ghost trapped in a certain place. The obsession makes them very powerful in combat. The creatures killed by the spirit-binding will also become spirit-binding, continuing the former's work. Evil mages sometimes create spirit-binding to guard certain important places. Since spirit-binding can penetrate entities and launch attacks from behind walls, ground and ceilings, flying gives them super maneuverability, it is often easier to use than guarding golems.

There was only one spirit binding? Zhao Mai glanced at the surroundings and did not find any other guards. Then he thought that this was reasonable. The Witch King kept asking for advancement of the construction period and desperately exploiting the power of slaves and sagers. As a result, even he himself fell into a tight construction period. This huge magic circle was busy enough, and it was even more difficult to conceal it from all the construction personnel. Then the Witch King definitely did not have much time to accommodate the guards.

Moreover, when his plan succeeds, he will become a dragon. He has planned to abandon the entire city of Tyr and allow death to expand from the Temple Tower. At that time, the Temple Tower will be useless to him, so why bother to guard it?

When the giant raised his head proudly and looked at the great sun, he would not think of the little mouse that was secretly moving under his feet.

The Binding Spirit walked around here without triggering any magic alarms, so Zhao Mai thought that it was very likely that they had left the alarm area, and at least the area around the Binding Spirit could move freely. He had an idea in his mind that the best way to solve the problem is to kill the trouble.

"After the order of Lord Witch King, we will make a final inspection of the temple tower." Once we focus, Zhao Mai is not panicked. He bows slightly and then introduces the woman behind him. "After Lord Dogian is accompanied by the inspection, she is a high-level tungarian samurai in the temple building."

"Yes, I've seen her, another sad soul." The blue cloud-foggy face was still unconvinced: "Lord Witch King has checked it earlier, what's the use of you?"

"The Witch King's magic power is unfathomable, so I am naturally inferior to it. But when the bricks and stones are being built here, Lord Duoji'an and I are here all the way, so we have our own uses." Zhao Mai looked directly at the Fu Ling, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. His right hand held the wood spear in his heart. As long as the Fu Ling gets closer, he will attack first. Breaking out all magic and spiritual supernatural protection, the Fu Ling will be very fragile in front of Zhao Mai. The only thing we need to worry about is its mobility, so we must succeed in one blow and cannot let it penetrate the wall and escape.

"Will Lord Witch King need a small character like you? There is still a dog?" The spirit of Bifeng still frowned and slowly approached Zhao Mai. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and his eyes stared at the weapon in Zhao Mai's hand.

The heart-wood spear was like a poisonous snake coming out of the hole and suddenly penetrated into the body of the spirit-binding. Zhao Mai's feet were like a spring installed, and in just a moment it jumped over multiple steps and penetrated directly.

Accompanied by the screams, the big blue face of the spirit exploded with a thud, turning into a cloud of fist-sized clouds. Zhao Mai immediately turned around and kept stabbing the small clouds with his heart-spike. Every time he stabbed, there was a faint scream. The reserve grain rushed up and opened his mouth to bite it. However, Duojian did not receive the order, so he stood there. Zhao Mai was afraid that the spirit would escape, so he kept moving, and in a short while, he smashed all the blue spirit-binding clouds.

The Xinmu Spear is indeed a magical equipment, and it is completely different in terms of attack and killing. Otherwise, how could it be so easy to solve the spirit bondage? Zhao Mai wiped his sweat, gave him a thumbs up to praise the reserve grain, and then let the expressionless Duojian follow.

However, Zhao Mai is very clear that he must not be superstitious about weapons. Although the Heart Wood Spear has such outstanding advantages, its disadvantages are also obvious: you cannot use magic and spiritual superpowers when you hold it, and it becomes no different from ordinary warriors. As long as the enemy shoots arrows from afar, or simply has superb martial arts, you can easily kill the holder of the Heart Wood Spear. Therefore, this weapon is only a good thing in specific circumstances.

"Come on, it seems that we are lucky, not as good as other guardians. Lord Wu Wang believes in his magic barrier, and his energy is limited, so the tightness on the outside and looseness on the inside is the same as I thought. There are indeed exploitable loopholes." Zhao Mai continued to advance with Dogian, climbing up all the way to the next to the fifth floor platform.

The noise of the arena came from outside, and wave after wave never stopped. Zhao Mai and Dojian hid in the shadows and did not dare to reveal their figures at all. Perhaps when the Witch King raised his head and looked here with eager anticipation, he would accidentally see two little bugs. He would not allow the little bugs to be attached to the perfect body of the Temple Tower. Zhao Mai sighed: No, it is not yet time, so you can't go to see the situation in the arena.

The sounds indicate that the competition is still going on, and the gladiators are still fighting for victory and final freedom, with monsters, other gladiators, and themselves. The blood should have been dyed red by the sand at this time, and life as sacrifices are withering one by one in the arena, dedicated to Lord Witch King.

Zhao Mai's fingers gently brushed across the wall, feeling the touch of the rough brick and stone walls of the Temple Tower. If the plan cannot be successful, everyone will usher in inevitable death. Now think about it carefully, this is really a terrifying thing. In Zhao Mai's past life, he has never encountered such a "success or death". Close your eyes and slowly experience the fear, then dig out excitement and excitement from it, and then let the blood fill your blood vessels, making the soul feel throbbing.

He likes this kind of adventure.
Chapter completed!