Until he ran to the bottom of the hill, Hult still couldn't believe that he had really escaped, he didn't want to think back to how frightened his days in the basement were, every time he heard the endless horror screams from above, he could clearly realize that that was his future fate!

Hort was a thief in the slums of Dorez before he was captured and enslaved, and his daily life consisted of constantly searching for prey, escaping patrols, and enduring exploitation by local gangs.

With a little clever brain, with a fairly flexible skill, he did not fall into the hands of the patrol team with a few votes like countless peers, and in his "professional" career, the most glorious record was the successful theft of an apprentice-level soldier's wallet without being discovered, although the lovely gold coins in that wallet were finally "honored" to the gangsters, but that record still made him famous among the thieves in the slums!

But even if he is famous, he is just a thief and not a professional, as an ordinary person, his theft has been successful tens of thousands of times from childhood to adulthood, but because of a mistake, he was knocked down by a pebble without paying attention, and everything is over!

There was no humanity in the city of Dolaiz, where prisoners with minor crimes were thrown into prison and detained for several days, prisoners with serious crimes were executed on the spot, and those who committed "no lesser or less" crimes............ If you don't have enough gold to "atone for your sins", you'll be sold as a slave!

Unfortunately, Hort was one of the criminals who had no money for this crime, so he was unfortunate enough to become a slave, but even more unfortunate............ His buyer is an evil mage!

In the gloomy weather of the night, Hult took a deep breath of rancid air, which was still in the erosion range of the abyssal aura, but Hult still felt that the air here was fresh and wonderful, at least much more wonderful than the bloody breath in the basement!

Five or six skinny fugitive slaves also "hijacked" a little girl to follow in Holt's footsteps.

All of them, supported by a simple desire to survive, followed the advice of Hult and together kidnapped the weak-looking little girl mage.

The whole plan went surprisingly well, and the little mage who was able to use spells to dig a tunnel didn't shout and struggle as hard as he expected, not even a little bit of resistance, but that didn't make Hult happy!

Running to the foot of the mountain, Hult found that his so-called plan was not clever at all, originally, according to his idea, as long as he ran to the town, scattered and drilled into the alley, there would be a chance of escape, plus there was this little girl as a hostage, the other party threw a mouse bogey, delayed for some time, and finally with his many years of experience in "walking the streets and alleys", it was hard to really escape!

But at this time, he realized that the houses around the foot of the hill were all empty houses with people going to the building, and because the slightest overflow of the abyss aura would make ordinary people unbearable, the residents near the small hill had already moved out in a hurry.

And even more desperate things followed, and five or six fugitive slaves, including themselves, discovered a terrible truth............ I can't keep up with my physical strength!

In the basement for more than three days, they have not eaten or drunk a drop of water, they are already dizzy and weak, and after a long run from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, they are already full of gold stars, and they can't run anyway!

Even the thief Hott, who was agile himself, felt that his limbs were cold and his vision was blurred, and he knew that if he continued to run so desperately, before he reached the town, these slaves who had finally "escaped" would die on the road to "freedom"!

After much thought, Hult decided to go to those broken houses and rest for ten minutes first, and at least find a little water to survive!

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Sitting on a vine chair in the center of the hall of the White Tower, Punk was amused to perceive the information obtained by the prophecy spell, and these little mice still had the courage to stop and rest in a few broken houses?

Shaking his head, Punk mocked the ignorance of magic in his heart, and then gave orders to the Flesh Golem............

In the gloomy night, as the gate of the White Tower slowly opened, a tall humanoid "creature" dressed in a gray robe walked out of the gate, and its heavy steps stepped on the cracked ground, accompanied by the howling cold wind blowing through, the blood-red claws of the flesh golem slowly stretched out from the tattered robes, and the seven red eyes tore through the night like the gaze of a demon!

With a terrifying roar, Flesh Golem No. 1 rushed down the mountain, and under the effect of strong acceleration, No. 1's huge body easily tore through the thin air, leaving behind a gray afterimage mixed with red light!

It's a killing machine built to fight, it's able to take punk commands and make moves, and now, it's time to test its ability to receive commands and execute them, and the goal of the first test is ............ Those rats who don't know whether they are alive or dead!

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Biran sat on the cold floor, the cold wind outside rattling the rotten wooden door. Next to the girl sat two skinny "skeletons", so tired that they didn't move, and if the slave didn't breathe weakly, it really looked like a corpse that had been dried after a few days of death!

Bi Lan saw this group of "poor" slaves in the basement, she couldn't imagine what would happen to the punk if she wanted to take away the "materials", she had seen the corpses piled up in the corner, the death of those slaves was not only miserable and painful, but the souls after death had to be taken out for experiments, which made Bi Lan, who had always thought she was kind and righteous, unacceptable.

When she didn't have a chance, Bi Lan would only persuade herself, as an apprentice-level mage, it wasn't that she didn't want to save these people, but there was really no way, but when she was held hostage by a slave who thought she was smart, and when she heard the plan of this group of people, she felt that she had no excuse to continue pretending to be ignorant!

Outcome............ Bi Lan, who had a burst of sense of justice, made this stupid act that I feel irrational to the extreme.

Those ordinary people don't know the power of the official mage, can Bi Lan still not know?

With the existence of a formal-level prophecy spell, the so-called escape is just a joke, at this moment, the righteous impulse in her heart gradually subsided, and Bi Lan began to feel a pressure that suffocated her slowly enveloping her entire soul!

"Oh my God, how could I go crazy against a full-fledged mage, it's over!"

Like many contradictory teenagers and girls, they may not be afraid of heaven and earth when their blood is hot, but once the blood in their hearts subsides, reason returns to the brain again, and the regret of their stupid impulses will come in bursts.

Bi Lan only felt that Punk's cold eyes had been watching her in her heart now, she was very scared now, the fate of those test subjects was still vivid, she was very afraid that the next person to be drained of her soul would be herself!

But as an apprentice-level mage, she couldn't think of anything but hide by a wooden wall and shiver!

Now, she really regretted it, and in the ghostly howl of the howling wind, the face of an immature teenager slowly appeared in Bilan's mind.

"Dichido ............"

Bilan's lips squirmed slightly, not knowing what she said except herself!

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Description: Punk will let Bilan and his horse go for the time being, but only temporarily