In the middle of the night, the wind blows through the noisy sky and the flames burn, forming a sea of fire.

Tatasia.

The burning buildings illuminate a messy street, and from time to time there are building debris falling off the walls and falling down, pedestrians on the long street running past, helping relatives or friends who are crushed in the rubble, and for a time there are screams of panic everywhere, and there are also residents who have survived the untouched lying on their windows in panic, standing on the upper floors, looking from a distance.

A huge ravine, like a scar, stretched across the city.

The huge circular arena, the wall that broke the gap, the masonry peeled off and fell, like a quiet pond, splashing a wave and surging, far and near, one after another crouching figures stood up, looking at the sky with fire outside, the starry night.

"Freedom—"

In the pitch-black cell, the immature and hoarse female voice cried out, and the sound of the chains swaying in a moment later rang out one after another, and someone suddenly let out a roar, and a hairless, strong slave tore the chains of his feet vigorously, trying to tear them open, and rushed out of the gap, and some people and their companions supported each other, dragging their hands and ankles and stumbling over.

Just as the crowd was surging, and the passage in the middle of the prison on both sides sounded the sound of hurried footsteps, and the guards of the arena had already rushed over with weapons, opened the cell door, raised the iron rod of the trainer, and whipped the heads and bodies of the slaves nearby, splitting the crowd, and passing towards the gap.

"Get out of the way, and get all on the ground—"

"Damn kobolds, take your dirty hands off the chains!"

The iron rod smashed on the head of the strange man with a long hairy mouth, and the blood burst and flowed all over his head, and the surrounding crowd of slaves showed panicked expressions, desperately distancing themselves from the guards who rushed in.

A figure with two heads, holding the other head that had been beaten, let out a baby-like cry, struggling and falling to the ground, the guards who rushed over, a pair of feet stepped over him, and some good slaves rushed up to help, and then he was hit by the iron rod that was swung away, and the corners of his eyes were bloody.

In the midst of the beatings and shouts, suddenly a thin figure lifted his face from among the overcrowded slaves, and the guards who were beating the slaves raised their faces, and what came into view was a dirty face and a weapon without a knife handle.

The scimitar wrapped the coarse cloth and stabbed him in the body.

"Uhhh

A terrible cry came from the guard's mouth, and when the iron rod slapped the girl on the shoulder, knocking her to the ground, the slave, who had been trampled under the feet of the guard, took the opportunity to overturn him, drew the weapon from the guard's waist, and slashed the guard in the neck with a knife covering the wound.

The head rolled over in front of a pair of dirty bare feet.

Around, the panicked slaves witnessed this scene, their bodies trembled, the perennial slave life, so that they have a natural fear of this group of people, and once there is a conflict with the guards, there will be many slaves implicated, the minimum punishment is a few days without food.

Right now, it's dead.

Nearby, the other arena guards who were still beating and scattering saw their companion cut off their heads, let out a roar of rage, threw away the iron rod in his hand, pulled out the weapon at his waist, and rushed directly towards the knife-wielding slave.

The slave staggered backwards, stumbling back and engaging another guard twice, slashing his arm and stabbing him in the chest, before being kicked in the back by guards from other directions and thrown to the ground.

A tall, chest-baring guard came over with a blade without a sharp edge, and put his foot on the slave's back: "You brought it on yourself, slave!" When his arms were raised, and the blade was about to swing down, suddenly his head was hit by a heavy object, and half of the brick fell to the ground with blood, not far away, the girl who had been knocked to the ground before, her eyes were red, like a wounded wild cat, holding the scimitar wrapped in coarse cloth with both hands, and she stood there with her bow, even if her body was trembling in fear, she didn't move a single step under her feet.

The white teeth opened as the dirty lips opened, and the voice shouted again.

"Free !!"

The immature and hoarse voice echoed in the dark prison cells of the black slaves, and the slaves standing in the front row looked at their comrades who were lying in pools of blood, at the hideous guards in front of them, at the dense stars beyond the huge gaps, and at the dazzling firelight.

There was a fresh night breeze blowing in, and there was an old slave whose beard was shaking, and he hadn't seen the outside world in years.

Even if it was just a glance now, water stains overflowed the corners of his eyes, his trembling lips moved, and he let out a soft voice: "Free ......"

Then, his lips pursed, opened again, his voice became louder, and a hysterical cry came out.

"Freedom—"

The originally panicked slave stood there, and the panic gradually dissipated in this sound, and when the old and immature female voice sounded, thousands of people held their breath in their chests, and almost at the same time, they cried out.

"Free !!"

The crowd of people surged in the dark cell, rushing towards the dozen or so guards on the other side, and the guards with weapons struggled to swing their blades, slashing a slave, and then being drowned by the rushing crowd, and in the struggle, their limbs and heads were pulled out of their bodies by countless hands and thrown into the air.

More guards were engulfed in an instant.

Someone touched the key on the body, opened the bracelet, and threw it to the other slaves, and the guard standing at the entrance of the cave finally showed fear on his face, turned around and ran out, blowing the spoon and sounding the alarm bell.

However, at this time, the slave who untied the hand and anklet picked up the iron rods, blades and other weapons on the ground, and rushed out of the cage in reverse, opening the other prisons and beckoning more slaves to participate.

The tide of chaos began to spread in the arena, and Feiqi, the son of the steward of the Marquis's Palace, heard the alarm, put on his clothes, and before he could ask his men about the situation, the people from the slave quarter had already fled back in panic.

"The wall was broken, and our men went to guard the hole, but the slaves revolted and killed the guards...... Now there's chaos over there, and they're storming the arsenal. ”

"Why don't you block it?!"

"There are too many slaves...... There is no consumption during this time, and there are more than 5,000 slaves imprisoned, and the guards of the arena can't resist it at all!"

On the other side of the arena where Fei Qi looked, the flames began to burn, and in the flickering fire, figures rushed and shouted, forming a tide of anger.

Countless slaves burst out of the prison and broke through the storeroom where the weapons were kept.

The body slammed into the arena gate without fear of pain.

Weapons and armor were worn by slaves wielding blades, forming a team to kill the guards, and running over the outside of the arena, the once dirty girl, wearing a leather armor, and holding the scimitar stood in front of the crowd.

Led the figures behind him to rush to the street, at this time the soldiers in the city had already been revived, and they had gathered and guarded the main road when there was chaos, but at this time, the situation of the slave riot in the street had not been checked, and the surging tide rushed over.

Resisted for a moment, and was killed and dispersed by these people who were extremely ferocious with one breath.

"Go to the city gates!"

The girl shouted in the procession, and everyone understood that as long as they broke through the last door, they were truly free.

The sword slashed through the chaos of the city, the slave revolt that suddenly appeared in the city, and the flames that ignited after the battle set the whole city on fire with the night wind.

Countless crowds gathered and dispersed, and the chaos was extreme, and the cavalry of Tatasia could not run at speed in the city, and the surging slaves had now rushed to the vicinity of the city gate.

Without any hesitation and shouting.

Countless running footsteps, the speed did not decrease, according to the Tatasya soldiers who were already waiting in formation, directly collided, and the slaves who rushed to the front line held their shields in their hands, and the stabbing guns and sea tides slammed together.

Boom Boom Boom –

The sharp spear sparked on the shield surface, slid through the gap, plunged into the man's chest, pierced and picked up the struggling figure, more shields came into contact with the spear, and a slave jumped up on the body of his companion, wielding a blade and slashing the soldier's neck and crashing into the crowd.

"Open the gates! Don't get entangled with the soldiers—"

While many slaves in the rear were shouting, the maiden stood on top of several stacked wooden boxes and shouted to the straddle that spread by: "The army of Tatasya is coming, break through here, open the gates, and we will be free!"

Her eyes were anxious, looking at the direction of the city gate, the closed city gate still had no traces of loosening, most of the enchanted slaves were battle-hardened gladiators in the arena, but in the battle with the soldiers in formation, they could not show any advantage at all, and even in the chaos of the battle, they were nailed to death and bruised by the spears that were stabbed coldly.

In the distance, the ground began to shake, the girl turned around, and in the distant firelight, the figures of the cavalry gathered and surged, stepping through the long street, and were rushing towards this side.

"You must rush over, Adès spirit, and I beg you to save us!" the girl prayed silently, biting her lip while holding her scimitar.

At this moment, there was a whistle in the air, and an afterimage was drawn from the head of the surging crowd, and it flew to the opposite city gate.

Ahead, a forest of dancing guns, crackling and snapping, someone looked up, the black shadow crossed the rear in the blink of an eye, the soldier turned around, and there was a loud bang.

Sawdust exploded and splashed, and the metal embedded in the gate twisted and tore, and in that sound, half of the gate collapsed with a heavy creak, and the other gate was already crooked, and on top of it, a dark and heavy sword without a blade was inserted there.

"The city gate is collapsing, rush!"

"The gate ahead has been breached, go out, and we will be free—"

Countless advancing figures let out exhilarating shouts, their footsteps kicked the ground, and the moment they pushed the Tatasya soldiers who were resisting in front of them with their shields pushed away, it was like opening a flood gate, and slaves swarmed through the gap, cutting the soldiers' formations and surging out of the city gates.

"Freedom—"

The slaves who rushed out of the gates shouted.

The girl followed the crowd, looked back at the city wall, the soldiers with bows fell down the high long wall, and a figure stood on it overlooking this side, the cloak was unfolded in the wind, and the hunting sound was blown, and the expressionless face was like overlooking the indifference of the god of war in this world.

On his shoulder, there was a black bird, tinged with a metallic blue.

At a certain moment, he jumped off the city wall, grabbed it with his backhand, and the heavy sword inserted in the city gate fell into his hand, pressed it on his shoulder, and turned to look at the Tatasya soldiers who wanted to rush out.

"Your Marquis is dead, and there is also a Lord Elend, and the direct line of the Tiratima family is dead. ”

Xia Yi had a smile on his face and added, "I killed it!"

One by one, the soldiers stopped, standing in place at a loss, and then an officer received the news, and when he looked at the person opposite, he hesitated, turned around and led his subordinates towards the city.

After all, the time has come to fight for power.

As for Xia Yi, after the army left, he also went to the trade area outside the city, preparing to find the foster beast of burden and embark on a journey to the upper country, studying the frost sorrow and the snow drinking knife by the way.

After walking for a while, several slaves stood in front of him, as if waiting for him to come, and one of the young girls was the same one who had brought him tea and water in the arena.

"Respected weapon master Xia, I have found the 'Great Wall'" On her shy face, the girl finally smiled.