Zheng!

Just as Starbuck's half-handed sword was about to cut off Bill's head, he was stopped alive.

There was only one person in the field who could stop Starbuck's half-handed sword - Dicron of the Blood Storm.

"Give him a way out. Dicron said in a stiff tone.

"Okay!" Starbuck agreed with great readiness, there was no need to get into trouble with Dicron over such a trivial matter, let alone working with someone who knew how to be grateful was far more reassuring than working with a cold-blooded monster.

Starbuck promised to spare Bill, but he didn't beat the guards around him, like a farmer who harvested wheat and harvested them in an instant.

Bill was the only one left standing alone in a pool of blood, his face as ash as if he had aged a decade in an instant, and muttered to himself with empty eyes, "You can't do this...... You can't do that......"

Seeing that Dicron stopped Starbuck in the killing for himself, Bill seemed to grasp the last straw, "Please, don't do this, don't be stupid with this madman, for the sake of so many years, don't do this, this is a dead end that there is no turning back, you are enemies of the Alliance." ”

"It's late! It's too late! When you make your decision, it's all already doomed, but I just won't face it! I have to think about my brothers! That's all I can do for you, run for your life. The farther you escape, the better, the Manyu army is about to change! Take care of yourself!"

Dicron had a deep sadness in him, not only for himself, but also for the slave gladiators.

How could he not know anything about such a big thing?

In fact, he was aware of the restlessness within the slave gladiators, but his first instinct was not to tell Bill, but to use his connections to mediate in the hope of calming things down from within.

But I didn't expect that the slave owners were going too far, and they were divided into radical and conservative factions, and used the lives of their slave gladiators as bargaining chips and bets, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

Coupled with people like Starbuck running around in it, it's no wonder that nothing happens!

Prior to this, Starbuck had already sent messages to Dicron through many people, but Dicron had ruthlessly rejected them.

Although Dicron was born as a slave, he never resigned himself to degenerate, when he was a slave, he was full of desire for words, and after he was freed, he was hungry for learning, and the most classics he read were historical, because of his origin, the history of slaves was naturally the focus of his attention.

Throughout the history of the continent of Ashan, whether it is the age of the elves, or the era of the ancient Andis Empire, or the era of the current Byron Alliance.

Dicron had not yet discovered a single case in which the slaves were victorious through a violent uprising.

The slave revolt in the plains of Asia Minor half a century ago is a case in point.

Although this uprising was indirectly caused, the Holy See's "Call to Anti-Slavery" and the "Decree of Liberation" of the Lancelot royal family were promulgated.

But the result of the slave rebellion was extremely tragic, and it was brutally suppressed by the royal family of Lancelot and the Holy See of St. Aether, and all the rebel generals were tortured to death.

No matter how righteous their reasons are, they cannot change the final outcome, because they are violating the interests of vested interests.

Once they are called rebels, they will not be welcomed, or even suppressed, even in territories where slavery is abolished, because no lord likes a lord who has the will to rebel.

Dicron was not afraid of death, and his years of gladiatorial career had long since wiped out his fear of death, but he was afraid that his death would have no meaning.

The slave gladiators of the Manyu army were like the serfs of the plains of Asia Minor fifty years ago, still living in hopeless darkness.

Even if he knew that he would suffer a tragic fate, he would not hesitate to lead his brother to rise up, because only the necessary bloodshed can awaken the world, and he does not mind shedding his own blood.

However, there was no need for the slave gladiators of the Manyu army to follow this path, because there was already a precedent for the plains of Asia Minor, and the Manyu army was already under pressure from all sides because of the persistence of slavery.

In a short period of time, the Manyu military leader can maintain the current situation.

For a long time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to resist, and many people of insight have been running non-stop to urge the Manyu military leader to carry out the reform.

For decades or decades, the Manyu military leader will inevitably undergo great changes.

And the sudden rise of the Andes people in the Andes Mountains made this time shorter.

The main source of slaves for the Manyu military leader is now cut off, and if the situation cannot be opened within three or five years, the entire slave industry will inevitably shrink, and without the support of the slave industry, the slave gladiator industry will inevitably collapse, and the Manyu military leader will not be able to change if he wants to.

You only need to boil it up a little longer, and you can survive until the willows and flowers are bright, so why do you have to shed bloodshed?

Unfortunately, this analysis of Dicron was not well received among slave gladiators, including many close to him.

They admired Starbuck's violentism, believing that they were free and that if they wanted to control their own destiny, they had to take it with their own hands.

The moment Starbuck threw his spear out, everything was irreparable, whether it hurt Duke Borg or not.

The enraged ruling class is bound to carry out a bloody purge of slave gladiators throughout the Manyu Army.

Revolt has become their only option, and even if the future is dark, Dicron will help them find a way out.

Chaos is a plague that spreads at an astonishing rate.

By the time slave gladiators rushed out of the gladiatorial gates, the confusion reached its climax.

The entire arena turned into a huge can of sardines, which could barely fit in normally, but when the sardines inside began to stir, it became extremely narrow.

Especially when everyone is rushing to the exit, the people in front are no longer plugged, and the people behind are still pouring to this side, and it is inevitable that there will be a stampede.

In real terms, there were not many slave gladiators who rioted, and there were only a few hundred people in the full fight, while the audience in the entire gladiatorial arena was as many as fifty or sixty thousand.

Up to a hundredfold ratio, even if the gladiator was led by two champion knights, one person and one kick could trample them to the ground.

Of course, this is only an idealized situation, and the current situation is that a group of docile sheep meets a pack of ferocious hungry wolves, and even if there are many sheep, their first thought is not to resist, but to escape.

Among them, the duke's guards, who can play a pivotal role, are also very polarized, most of them put the life and death of Duke Borg first, and escort the duke who has been badly injured to retreat for medical treatment, among which the champion knight-level duke's guard general who has just failed in the escort is the leader.

Under the threat of life and death, they didn't care whether Duke Borg was their supreme ruler or not, and frantically rushed over to this side, because behind the rostrum, there was an exclusive passage belonging to the lord, no matter how those guards warned, it didn't work, even if they forcibly cut down a group of people who rushed to the front.

It's not that the people who rush to the front are not afraid of death, but that they can't help themselves and are pushed forward by those behind who can't figure out the situation.

In the face of the surging tide of people, even the champion knight has nothing to do, no matter how high his skills are, he kills three with one sword, but there are thirty, three hundred, and even three thousand people rushing to this side, and he can't kill him, and he doesn't care if he will cause secondary damage to Duke Borg, so he directly carried Duke Borg up and rushed away.

There are also some duke guards who want to stop the wreaking havoc of those slave gladiators, but the strength of the people is weak, they have not formed a certain scale, and there is no champion knight to press the formation, in front of the two champion knights who joined forces, it is to deliver food.

Starbuck and Dicron are by no means a combination of one plus one equals two, but a golden combination of one plus one equals three or even equal to five, one offensive and one defensive, unstoppable.

By the time the fire broke out, the chaos in the arena reached an extreme.

It was not only the Solo Colosseum that fell into chaos, but also the other gladiatorial arenas and slave gladiator training camps, and when the smoke rose from the Solo Colosseum, they also fell into chaos one after another, and then spread to the entire Solo City.

This was not a temporary uprising, but a long-planned uprising.

It is said that at its peak, one-third of the population was engaged in the two occupations, which is an exaggeration, but it also shows how well these two industries were developed here.

The thirteenth gladiatorial competition in Solo City attracted the entire Solo City, and even the entire Ashane Continent, slave owners with a little ability, and all kinds of gladiators in the city were not ten thousand but eight thousand, and when they were agitated, they were definitely a terrifying force.

In the case of large-scale legion warfare, they are not necessarily the opponents of well-trained regular troops, but they are the best in their own battles, and the first thing they do when they break out of the shackles is to release the strong malice that is suppressed in their hearts and that the world has inflicted on them.

Once a person completely releases the evil in his heart, then he is no longer a person, but a wild beast, and he does cruel things such as burning, killing, and plundering without any psychological burden.

The city guards of Solo City were not completely rotten, and when the riots first started, they spontaneously maintained order in the streets, fighting fiercely with the first waves of slave gladiators, defeating hundreds of slave gladiators.

But there were so many riots that the city guard, which had only 5,000 men, was overstretched.

When the news came that Duke Borg was seriously injured and his life and death were unknown, the city guards suddenly fell into chaos.

Fortunately, his corps commander was quite responsible, and he brought the entire city defense army back, and in the uncertain situation, he adopted a state of retreat.

As long as they can keep their military appearance intact, even if Solo City is chaotic, they have a chance to turn around.

At this time, Sean had just followed Angelena and Alvilia out of the secret passage.

They had traveled a full three kilometers through the secret passages, and when they came out again, they were already outside the castle of Ferron.

The secret passage they walked through just now was very complicated, except for the dozens of meters in the gladiatorial arena, which was newly excavated and no more than five years, the other parts were old secret passages that were used, and even some of them belonged to the underground pipelines of Solo City.

The taste can be imagined, Sean is a more honest person who is almost fainted, and I don't know how Angel Banna, a noble lady who is as weak as a little white flower and usually has a little cleanliness fetish, got down.

Under the leadership of Angel Bena, even if Sean has a pure Andes face, he is still unimpeded in Faeron Castle.

"Close the gates, raise the drawbridge!"

After entering the castle of Ferron, Alviglia took over the defense of the entire castle, everything was extremely natural, natural and almost weird, and no one jumped out to question it.

Sean sensitively sensed the strong smell of blood in the Faeron Castle, this kind of nature itself is unnatural, obviously before this, there have been some accidents in the Faren Castle that he does not know, and those who doubt it have been cleared.

Sean followed behind Angel Bena without saying a word, like a personal guard.

The two of them climbed the tallest tower of Faeron Castle in silence, and stood on the protruding balcony with a panoramic view of the entire city of Solo, which had fallen into chaos.

In the process, there were already maids who wiped Anjibena's hands and face and changed into a clean coat.

As for Sean, he was directly treated as air, and no one paid attention to it at all.

Angelbena's smile was still as simple and sweet as ever, as if nothing had happened, "If there is anything you want to ask, just ask, hide it, it's not like your style." ”

"You planned all this?" Sean asked the biggest question in his heart.

Angel Bena shook her head and said, "You also think too highly of me, I can't play such a big game of chess, at best, I'm just an insider." ”

"Really?" Sean looked incredulous, judging from the clues that Anji Bena showed in front of him, it was by no means as simple as an insider, and this was not her style of doing things.

"Okay, okay! At most, I helped them deal with the unclean finish, helped them divert most of the Duke from his eagle dogs, and diverted the Duke's attention, and you were the most important part of this, a small medical clinic that had intensified the contradictions within the gladiatorial industry to such an extent. Angie Bena looked humble.

"Is this called just an insider?" Sean said secretly in his heart, the scope of you, the insider, is too wide.

What is the most important thing about a rebellion?

Confidentiality!

Many rebellions were suppressed because of poor secrecy, and before they could even begin.

What is the difference between Angie Bena secretly helping them deal with the whole thing, ensuring the secrecy of the rebellion and keeping everything running smoothly, and being directly involved?

The last piece of the puzzle piece in Sean's heart was also found.

He had always felt that the whole thing was indescribably abrupt and weird, after all, Duke Borg had ruled the Manyu army for so many years, and Solo City, as his lair, could not control it badly, and he didn't even notice that a rebellion was going on under his nose.

Feelings are out of the ghost, in the case of mental calculation or unintentional, it is not difficult for Angel Bena to blind Duke Borg for a short time.

What's more, due to their own reasons, they stirred up such a big storm in the gladiatorial industry, and in disguise attracted part of the attention of Duke Borg, no wonder the Champion Knight Duke Guard's guard paid special attention to himself, and his feelings were already targeted by Duke Borg.

This made Sean break out in a cold sweat, if this didn't happen, when the gladiatorial competition was over, he was afraid that he would have his own good fruit to eat.