Two hours before the escape, the prison area on the first basement.

Ackerman kicked the unconscious guard on the ground, dropped his stick, and beckoned to the cage.

The barbarian veteran Fried was the first to get out of the prison, looked at the young man with a hippie smile in front of him, and asked tentatively, "Patriarch Boyle sent you?"

Ackerman nodded, pointing to the staircase leading to the underground, "That's right, but you have to hurry, time is running out." ”

Fried and Minnie led hundreds of people to follow Ackerman, and walked down the stairs at the end of the prison to the warehouse on the second basement floor, where they looked at the scene in amazement.

In the small warehouse area, hundreds of gladiators gathered to organize their belongings and weapons.

Fried cautiously asked, "Who are these people?"

Ackerman greeted the oncoming Casper, turned to the old soldier and said, "These people are all members of the Red Branch Gladiatorial Society, and they are willing to follow the boss and escape from here together." ”

Fried looked a little embarrassed: "But, so many people ......"

Before the words fell, the passage at the end of the second basement floor heard the sound of the trapdoor turning.

Ackerman lowered his body and motioned for everyone to hide.

A creaking cart, from far and near, slowly advanced down the gloomy corridor into the room next to the warehouse.

Listening to the footsteps fading away, Ackerman tiptoed to the door of the warehouse, leaned on the door frame and peeked at the corridor outside the door, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no one, he gestured to find a few gladiators to go out with him.

The old warrior Fried gave the shaman Minnie a cautious look, followed Ackerman's footsteps and walked into the room next door to the warehouse.

Skirting a white curtain and stepping over a filthy ditch, the stench of his nose made Fried frown.

Igniting the pine velvet in his hand with a flint, Ackerman cautiously walked forward by the faint light of the fire.

Hundreds of corpses covered by white cloth lay quietly on the cold floor of the room, the blood stains had long since dried up, and the stench of corpses was everywhere.

Ackerman glanced at the four "corpses" that had just been brought in, stabbed one of them in the arm with his toes, and said angrily, "Get up!

What frightened Fried almost screamed was that the four "corpses" lifted the white cloth and sat up in unison.

One of them pulled out an arrow from his lower abdomen, then took out a shriveled skin bag full of 'blood' from there, and finally stood up with a smile and stretched out his leg and twisted his arm.

Another gladiator took off a piece of "fake meat" attached to his neck, wiped the "blood" with his clothes, and said to Ackerman: "How is it?

"It's almost time to go, and as soon as the boss gives the signal, we'll officially carry out the escape plan!" Ackerman lifted the white curtain and turned to walk towards the warehouse.

Someone asked, "What about him, president? His gladiatorial fight was put in the last battle!"

Ackerman said without replying, "The boss said that he has a way to get out." ”

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As the time passed, as the gladiatorial arena ended, more and more gladiators were sent to the second basement floor.

Soon, the huge warehouse was crowded with all kinds of people, including gladiators and boyars.

People kept running up to Ackerman and Casper and asking them when they could go, and the answer was just three words – wait.

Fried, who was sitting still, walked around the warehouse with his hands behind his back, and when he looked at the shaman Minnie, he always had a look of desire to speak.

"Do you want to go out and help him?" Minnie asked with a smile as she looked at the restless clansman.

Fried sat heavily on the wooden box and said anxiously: "The patriarch hasn't contacted us yet, will there be any surprises?!"

Minnie closed her eyes and said softly, "Trust him." ”

Fried was about to say something more when a call suddenly sounded in his head. The next second, his consciousness was pulled into the solemn and mysterious temple.

Todd sat on the high throne, looked at the number of people in the audience, and said slowly, "The plan has changed. ”

When Ackerman heard this, he was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Is something wrong?"

Todd stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, and the real-time image of the holographic projection began to play in mid-air.

While everyone was amazed at the greatness of the 'divine power', they also saw everything that happened in the gladiatorial arena on the ground.

The "Lady of Pain" Deirdre is taken to the high platform, and King Concierge announces the list of traitors, and the people cry out for doubt.

This real scene is like magic, showing in front of everyone's eyes.

Ackerman gasped and whispered to Casper, "This is divine power!"

The latter glared at him: "Shut up and just watch quietly!"

Todd waved his hand again, and the screen disappeared instantly, and he said to the others: "The tunnels on the second basement floor are no longer safe, you must choose other routes to escape." ”

Ackerman thought for a moment, then asked, "And the alternative we mentioned earlier?"

Todd nodded: "That plan is risky, but it may be the only way at the moment. ”

Fried asked eagerly, "Patriarch, we have all fled, so what should you do?"

"I have my way. ”

With that, Todd sent the others out of the soul space.

Consciousness returned to the warehouse on the second basement level, and Ackerman and Casper glanced at each other and began to plan their escape.

Abandoning the nearby tunnel, the two found dozens of carts in the morgue next door that they used to transport corpses.

The first thing to do was to use the artificial plasma and weapon remains at hand to disguise some of the gladiators as dead corpses, let them lie on the bottom level of the cart, then spread a layer of hay on top of it, and then put some of the decomposing corpses in the morgue on top of them as cover. Finally, on each cart, a mat made of cattails is spread.

The second thing was to go to the warehouse, rummage through the cabinets, find a pile of slaves' clothes, and let the boyars put them on, and disguise these men, women, and children as slaves who carried corpses.

As for the remaining gladiators, they put on the clothes of the gladiatorial guards and pretended to be in charge of guarding and supervising the work of the slaves.

As for Ackerman himself, he found a colossal overalls and transformed himself into the corpse collector of the "Red Circle".

Ackerman commanded the cart full of corpses from the waste ramp on the second basement floor to the transport passage at the back of the arena.

Before they had gone a few steps, a group of soldiers suddenly stopped the convoy.

The Ulster officer, who was the leader, looked at the mighty corpse transport team in front of him, frowned and shouted to the leader Ackermann: "What's the matter? Why are there so many corpses today?!"

Ackerman, who had put on a fake beard, secretly cursed in his heart, how could there be troops guarding such a place? But with a flattering smile on his face, he bent down and walked up to meet him, and said respectfully to the army commander: "My lord, don't you know that the king personally promised freedom today, so all those gladiators have gone crazy! The number of people killed in battle is several times that of the past! In addition, the corpses that have not had time to be transported out in the past can no longer be put in the morgue!"

The officer glanced at Ackerman, snorted, walked over to a cart, covered his nose and lifted the corner of the mat with his scabbard, and the highly decomposed corpses and the wriggling maggots that were exposed inside made him take two steps backwards, and shouted with a look of disgust: "Pull these corpses away!

Ackerman laughed and said, "Okay, my lord, let's go!"

Ackerman was about to say the words of advance to the others, when the army commander suddenly walked up behind him and patted him on the shoulder with his scabbard: "Wait a minute!

Casper, who was standing beside the former, flashed a fierce light in his eyes, and his palm quietly stretched out to the bottom of the board car.

Ackerman shook his head lightly at his companion, turned around and said with a smile on his face, "My lord, what else do you command?"

Officer Ulster slapped him on the cheek with his scabbard: "You bastard!

Ackerman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly took out a small bag of coins from his bosom and presented it to the officer with both hands.

After flipping the weight of the money bag, the officer scolded and said: "Don't look at me as a newcomer, just think that I don't understand the market, and I am a fat person to collect corpses! The gold teeth in my mouth, the ancestral pendant, and the woman's hair are all in demand!"

Ackerman hurriedly apologized, took out a small bag of coins from his arms, stuffed them into the officer's arms, raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "My lord, that bag just now is the rule, and this bag is a tribute to you." ”

The officer smiled and accepted the money bag, patted Ackerman on the back with his hand, and said in understanding: "I accept your respect." ”

For the rest of the journey, the convoy passed through checkpoints without danger and finally came to the outskirts of the city.

The gladiators climbed out of the corpse trucks and, together with the people of the boyars, looked at the long-lost blue sky and green land, and enjoyed the happiness and joy of freedom.

Some fell to their knees, chanting the names of the old gods and kissing the dirt beneath their feet, while others writhed their limbs like madmen with their backs to the sky.

"It's all up!" Ackerman still had tears of pleasure in the corners of his eyes, but he remembered the task that Todd had just given him in the soul space: "We must pretend to be a slave catcher and hit the road as soon as possible!"

Someone asked him, "Shall we head south next?"

Ackerman and Caspar looked at each other, laughed, and gave everyone an unexpected answer: "No, we are heading west, and our destination is the largest seaport city in the Ulster Kingdom, the Ancient Gulp!"