"Brother Snowlan, do they know that this is tantamount to suicide?" Hearing the prisoners happily discussing what to do with Ruitbyrd, Theresa whispered to Snorlan with concern.

"How can victory be achieved without bloodshed and sacrifice?" Wilson heard Theresa's words, limped over, and whispered, "And we in the Southern Trade Federation know this better than anyone else. ”

Snorlan nodded noncommittally, these prisoners had a fearless spirit of sacrifice, there was no doubt about it, but it had nothing to do with Wilson. Snorlan took a deep breath and looked at the armed prisoners, their eyes full of longing for revenge and longing for freedom.

"Brothers, life and death are fateful, wealth is in heaven, now, let fate judge us! Come on! "Snorlan took the lead, kicked open the door of the dungeon, the passage to the ground was opened by Snorlan's kick, the bright sunlight hit the eyes of Snorlan and the prisoners, Snorlan is okay, these prisoners have lived underground for a long time, and they shed tears when they see the sun, not only because of the dazzling, but also because they see the sun again, for them, the sun is already free.

The prisoners poured out, their grey-and-white uniforms forming a sea of rage, enveloping them with hope and anger, rushing towards the guards of the manor. The guards were stunned by the sudden shouts of killing, and it took them a long time to realize the fact that the prisoners had rioted.

The alarm bell sounded, and the resting guards took up their weapons, and Ruitbird hurried to a basement in the main house with his henchmen, ready to escape through the escape secret passage - he didn't know the situation, and thought that some powerful political or business enemy had torn his face and was going to fight him to the death.

"Kill!" "For freedom!" The prisoners shouted and rushed to the gate of the manor, which had only one exit, and the walls were too much for them to climb, so the gate was their only option. The prisoners were armed with weapons that belonged to the prison guards, mostly swords, spears, and some simple shields, but that was enough, better than bare-handed.

Although the guards of the manor were highly skilled, skilled, and well-armed, they did not expect that someone would attack them at this time, and a prisoner revolt seemed to them to be impossible. Before they could react to what was happening, a few guards who were close to the entrance of the dungeon were directly pounced on by the frenzied prisoners, who fell in the crowd, several prisoners pressed on top of them, venting their anger, and their equipment was robbed, leaving only a few horrific corpses lying on the grass, staining a red lawn.

Snorlan didn't follow them, and to be honest, by the time the guards reacted, it was hard for the prisoners to say how many would be able to escape. Snorlan led Theresa, Leslie, and Wilson to the back of the dungeon, in a remote corner. Leslie pulled out the wall-climbing tool she had prepared—a grappling hook attached to a rope full of knots. Leslie's tools had always been in Leslie's space bag, usually hanging around her waist, and the space bag was taken away when she was locked up in the dungeon, and Snorlan retrieved all of her weapons and equipment when she retrieved her weaponry.

Snorlan threw the grappling hook to the wall, hooked the grappling hook to the wall, pulled it and tried it, it was very strong, Snorlan climbed up first, stepped on the rope knot to borrow strength, this grappling hook and this rope were given to them by Carmelo, the quality is excellent, very strong, and the weight of several people is easy and stress-free.

Since this corner is very remote, few people come, and it is contrary to the direction of the manor gate, so no one finds them. After a while, Snorlan climbed the wall, jumped forward, and landed firmly on the ground. Even though the wall had to be five or six meters high, Snorlan used his anger to successfully cushion himself underneath him, and Snorlan was unscathed. Snorlan stood under the wall, ready to catch Theresa and Leslie. Theresa climbed over the wall the second time, and over the wall, Snorlan hugged her firmly and placed her on the ground. Leslie was quick enough to climb over the rope in two clicks, but she didn't get off the wall, and she had to recover the rope and grappling hook.

Wilson swallowed, his thigh still hurt, but if he didn't flip, he would die, so he had to crawl in pain. Although Wilson eats, drinks, prostitutes, and gambles all year round, fortunately, he has not been too wasted in exercising, and he can barely climb this rope. Although his movements were slow, he climbed the wall and jumped down, although Snorlan didn't want to catch him, he still took it, and he finally ran out with him, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he fell to his death? An adult man of one hundred or dozens of pounds jumped from a height of two or three stories, that is, Snowland's strength is good, and his anger is strengthened and buffered, and his arms have to be broken if he changes someone!

Leslie packed up her things and jumped over, and Snorlan hugged her, Leslie was light, she was as heavy as Theresa—she was four years older than Leslie!

"Let's go, Wilson. Hope Sandora likes you. Snorlan smiled at Wilson.

"Miss Borgo will like me," Wilson smiled confidently, "and I have a lot of Ruitbird secrets!" ”

Snowland nodded: "It's better to be so." ”

At this time, Ruitbird was still in the basement.

"Master, I found out, it's the prisoners in the dungeon who rioted, it's nothing serious." Ruitbold's chief of guard, Fritz, a gold-rank powerhouse, reports to Ruitbold.

"It's not a big deal that the prisoners in the dungeon have all run away!? What about Erwin!? What about Wilson!? ”

"Sir, Master Elwin didn't come back last night, Wilson...... Missing. ”

"Hurry up and find it!" Ruiterbird urged Fritz, "Hurry up and suppress those prisoners!" By the way, did the prisoner who was sent last night find out? ”

"No, sir." Fritz shook his head honestly.

"Why don't you look for it!" Ruitbird was furious.

"Yes!" Fritz turned and went out.

"Mr. Gold, look ......" Ruitbird turned to look at a man in the prime of life beside him, who was Ruitbird's advisor, Gold, the Heroic Barbarian.

"I see. I'll see where they are. Gold nodded faintly.

Born on the ice fields of the Duchy of Riosta, Gold grew up crawling on the ice fields, and at the age of eighteen he embarked on an adventure on his own. When he was a silver-tier barbarian, Ruytbird helped him a lot, so until now, Gold has followed Ruitbird to repay his kindness.

By the time Gold began searching for Snowland, they were not far from Borgo's estate.