According to the gourd painting scoop, Vlad has liberated several slave gathering places one after another, and it has to be said that compared to the scarce number of Draconians, the number of slaves for their amusement is huge.

All Vlad can do is let them out, and if he doesn't want to come out, he tries to control the flames and not spread to that place, and the rest can't be controlled, the fate of the man is only in his own hands, and no one else has the right to dictate.

Those who dared to resist, Vlad parted the path of flame for them, praised them for their courage, moved for their desire for freedom, and blessed for their struggle.

Those who dare not resist, Vlad will not despise them, he will only try to save their lives, some people pursue freedom, but they also care more about their own lives, and it is not a shame to be unwilling to resist for the sake of life.

However, there are also some people who feel that there is no hope of escape, and the desire in their hearts is stimulated by extreme fear, and they dare not make a move against the Celestial Dragon people and the World Government, and the butcher knife in their hands is aimed at their companions instead.

For such people, Vlad showed no mercy, and with a gentle flame drifting by, there was nothing left.

Not daring to resist and unwilling to be lonely, he will only pour violence on his partners, such a guy is usually called scum, and Vlad believes that such a guy is still not needed on the sea.

"Alright,"

Vlad stood on the rooftop, looking at the group of former slaves below with fanatical smiles on their faces and a look of death with a smile on their faces, the most precious human spirit is the spirit of resistance.

It's easy to say, it's actually a very difficult thing to do, human beings always have a kind of inertia, always think that there are things that don't have to be done by themselves, there will always be someone to stand up and do it, if no one stands up, then most people will choose to wait, waiting for that person to stand up.

There are really very few people who really dare to stand up and resist, and not everyone has such courage, this is the reality.

"Alright, it's time for me to do something of my own!"

Vlad muttered to himself, his eyes wandering between the surrounding buildings with some sparkle, the Draconians, without a doubt, are the richest group of people in the world, and their treasures are definitely rich beyond anyone on the sea.

Although the flames are raging now, there are many buildings that have been burned to the ground, but there are still a lot of left, presumably there will still be a great harvest, Vlad has no doubt about this, this is his expectation of the world aristocracy, this is the main purpose of his rebellion this time, the liberation of the slaves is just a temporary idea, and the previous feelings in Mary Joya made him feel a little unhappy.

"Hey!"

With a slight pick, Vlad jumped into the window of a house.

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"Rush!"

"Freedom! Freedom is calling! ”

A group of freed slaves shouted and sprinted towards the world of freedom with weapons found in the fire in their hands.

Strange to say, these flames were like living beings, and as soon as the slaves came over, they would automatically disperse a path, as if they were escorting them.

This was happening in different places, with thousands of slaves fleeing in groups of more than a dozen, and under the cover of the fire, no one noticed their movements for a while.

"Slaves?"

A group of world government officials in black suits were working hard with a group of Draco guards to extinguish the fire, but to no avail, ordinary water had no effect on the golden flame.

However, suddenly, a change occurred, and the flames that could not be extinguished before suddenly dispersed, a passage was revealed, and a group of people ran out of it, and the black suits and guards around them were already confused, and these poorly clothed, skinny-looking guys were undoubtedly slaves of the Draconians.

"Kill them!"

Before they could react, the slaves had already attacked, and all those who stood in their way to freedom were enemies of life and death.

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"Hey, it's really non-stop!"

Vlad was carrying a big bag on his shoulder, which was full of all kinds of treasures that had been found in the house of the Draconians before, and looked at the three white guys on the opposite side, and sighed a little in his heart, how can this be encountered, so that they can be bumped into? It's too back, too.

"Who are you?" One of the white-clothed men asked, "Is it also an escaped slave?" ”

"Hey! What bad luck! ”

Vlad scratched his head and said with some unhappiness.

"This is the residence of the Celestial Dragons, the territory of the gods!"

The white clothes stepped forward: "All sins will be punished, don't think of using luck to escape punishment!" ”

"What stupid things are you talking about?"

Vlad's face under the hood is not real, but the voice is very real: "It's you who are unlucky!" ”

"What?"

The man in white was startled, and under the hood, Vlad's face could not be seen clearly, but it was the eyes of those golden yellow with long, narrow pupils that met his eyes.

"Little..."

Before the voice could be spoken, Vlad had already appeared in front of the white clothes like a phantom, his empty right hand was covered with fiery red scales, and with a slight wave, a line of fire shot out from his hand.

"Dragon Fist - Claw Cut!"

"Why? Why do you want to die? ”

Vlad stepped forward, ignoring the white clothes who had not moved, and whispered to the remaining two white clothes.

"Smack!"

With a confused expression on his face, his huge head fell straight to the ground, and he jumped twice mischievously.

"Plop!"

The headless corpse fell to the ground, its neck was charred black, and there was a faint smell of flesh in the air, which was honestly disgusting.

"Looks like you're a prisoner?"

The remaining one in white said in a deep voice.

"Arranged!"

The two white-clothed people did not hesitate, not as careless as the dead companion, the pitch-black armed color wrapped around the two hands, after all, they were people who could pass through the sea of fire, and they were still quite skilled in domineering.

"Shave!"

"Shave!"

With two successive sounds, two white figures disappeared in an instant, which was the shaving of the Navy's six styles, which was able to provide extraordinary speed.

"Hey!"

Vlad laughed disdainfully, his keen sight and smell had locked on the trail of the two guys.

The right hand was wrapped around the pitch-black armed color domineering, and it was smashed to the side at will.

A figure suddenly appeared in the originally empty area, none other than one of the white-clothed ones, and the moment he appeared, Vlad's huge fist had already slammed into his head.

"Bang!"

A huge hole was broken in the ground, and the white clothes were lying in it, and there was a huge depression in the head, and there was no sound in sight.

"Die! Finger gun - shattered! ”

Another white dress appeared behind Vlad's quilt in an instant, his body was ready to attack, his right hand was armed with domineering hardening, his index finger was bundled, his eyes were unwavering, he was not moved by the death of his partner, and the next moment, the indestructible finger gun would pierce Vlad's back.

"Brush!"

"Poof!"

"Uh!!!" A scream.

Vlad did not look back, his attention had already gone to another place, where there was a flame and nothing.

"Brush!"

A blast of wind came, the flames parted instantly, and the figure of a man walked out, also in white clothes, his body was a little too slender, with a pair of gold-wire glasses, a big back and a meticulous head, and a narrow knife in his hand, and a strong momentum came out of his body.

"Hey, hey, can you meet such a strong enemy?"

Vlad breathed a sigh of relief.

What people saw was such a picture, a tightly wrapped man carrying a large burden in his left hand, a headless corpse lying behind his back, a white cloth in the pit beside him, and behind him, a white cloth was pierced in the air by something similar to a tail.

"Is that you? Prisoner? ”

The man said in a deep voice.