Different from the previous two passings, the first time the mage directly practiced the Feather Fall Technique and floated down from the sky, and the second time, the metal box was directly thrown down roughly.

This time, the airship was going to stay here for a while, and the solid anchor slammed into the ground, as if waiting for the slave soldiers below to fix the airship.

But at this time, the slave soldiers were out of Abraham's control and were in a state of confusion, and the demon hunters did not know how many people would choose to rise up for the sake of freedom, just like Abraham.

After all, these people have grown up in this kind of environment since childhood, do they have the courage to resist the enslavement of these mages?

Abraham's reaction, the Demon Hunter had always seen that this man was able to stand out from the slaves and become a manager, which was indeed extraordinary.

Not only did he show the courage to break through the kettle at a critical moment, but he would choose to compromise and cooperate when he knew he was invincible.

Xu Yichen quietly watched Abraham, waiting for him to react, just as Marx once said to himself: "To be born a human being, you should bear its weight." ”

Now is the time to test you, maybe in the next second, the people on the airship will discover the anomaly of the slaves below, let the rear lift off and evacuate, ruining the last hope of the slaves.

The Templar straightened his armor and calmly stepped into the formation of the slave soldiers, unaware that in the previous hours, his orders had cost more than half of the slaves their lives.

"I know you're scared, nervous, and overwhelmed." Abraham stood among the slave soldiers, pulling up one by one those who had fallen to the ground and had not yet risen as he passed: "But I will tell you that we are free!" My brothers, from now on we are no longer slaves! ”

The Templars' words confused the surrounding slaves, who seemed to want to say something, to communicate with the others, to see if they felt as confused as they were, but the after-effects of years of being suppressed made them finally remain silent, quietly looking at the administrator in front of them.

The silver-white armor represents authority and represents the supreme witch king.

The word freedom is so far away from them, that most people don't even understand what it is.

"Three months ago, I was like you, living like a walking dead every day." Abraham said, "Later, I became a Templar, and you all know what that means, I'm a Administrator!" ”

The slaves stepped back nervously.

"I know that most of you have never had anything good in this life, freedom, hope, dignity, love." Abraham paused with every word he uttered, and the people around him looked at him with numb eyes, unable to comprehend the power contained in those words.

"I didn't have one either, but I was literate, I read, and my mother taught me how to read." There were tears in Abraham's eyes: "Maybe this is the cruelest thing, when you don't know those things, you feel that life is okay, and there is nothing wrong with being a slave." ”

"But once you know the meaning behind those magical words, you'll find that you can't stand this damn life for a second." Abraham's voice grew louder: "I know you are confused and do not know what is happening, and now I will tell you!" ”

The slaves waited in silence for the Templar's words, and for the first time in their lives, they arrived curious.

"Obey my commands, no matter what orders I give." Abraham knew these slaves because he was one of them: "I will one day make it possible for you to run freely on the plains, and when you face death, you can weep and fight fear." ”

The slaves' eyes seemed to light up.

"When you face fear, I tell you that you can run away." Abraham roared, "When you are in pain, you should scream!" ”

Most of the slaves felt their hearts beat faster and their breathing became rapid, as if something was stuck in their throats.

"When you want to shout, you have the right to shout, just like me, like a free man!" Abraham took a deep breath and his entire ribcage straightened up, like a greedy hippopotamus who had never breathed fresh air: "Ah! Yes! Yes!! ”

The slaves gathered around him finally found a breakthrough, and along with the Templars in front of them, they shouted loudly, and the unprecedented pleasure flowed through their blood.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

The roars of the slaves for a moment drowned out the neighing of the insects outside the fortress, making the mage Werther standing on the magic tower pale, and making the airship above also feel that something was wrong with the atmosphere below.

"For freedom!" Abraham shouted, "Fix that float!" ”

The nearest dozen or so slaves rushed desperately to the solid anchor that had fallen to the ground, and there were huge metal rings every five meters on the inside of the fortress walls.

The mercenaries didn't know what they were for, but now they knew that the metal rings were used to hold the airships in place.

The pilots on the airship were contacting Mage Werther to ask if anything had happened in the fortress, but Mage Werther replied in a dry voice: "Everything is fine, waiting to be fixed, lower the altitude, and prepare to receive the cargo." ”

So the airship shook its massive body, expelled a lot of white steam again, and lowered it a little higher so that the slaves could drag it to the wall with a steady anchor.

Inside the magic tower, Yang Yuefan patted the pale little face of the mage Werther with his other hand with satisfaction: "Good job, we have a good start, now, tell me, how many 'great witch kings' there are in the new world." ”

"You madman, I don't know what your purpose is, but you're all dead, and it won't be long before the upper echelons will know what's going on here!" Mage Werther gritted his teeth and said, "And before that, all the living people here have been torn to shreds by the bugs!" ”

"Answer my question, my friend." Yang Yuefan scraped half of the mage's ear with a dagger, and the painful stimulation made the mage's body tremble: "How many people are there in the Witch King?" ”