"Interesting. ”

Alexey saw the man's shoulders about to hit his body. Standing still, the mage who didn't even think of taking a step didn't move. He just watched, watching the moth that didn't know the mountains pounce on the vigorous flames, and his calm posture was as if he was not a person in the game. He was obviously the one who was attacked, but his eyes when he looked at the attacker were filled with detachment and pity.

Wretched.

First the shoulders, then the cheeks. The man's flesh and skin carried a huge amount of potential energy against the invisible barrier, and if viewed from the side, he looked like a piece of dough compressed into a cake by the reaction force, like a carriage speeding to the limit, crashing into the foothills, and the rest was nothing more than broken bones.

Luckily, Alex lightened the barricade's counterattack, and the slightly elastic flesh of the man who was trying to attack the mage popped back at a faster speed, and he fell to the ground hard, the shackles on his feet and the striking tiles resonating with gold and iron.

The man was rude in appearance, but his mind was extremely quick, and he rolled up without looking back, and without looking back, he slammed open the shelves covered with silk cloth, and fell down in front of the table where the fish was cut, and then raised his hands high, and waved his arms violently at the sharp knife left on the board. Several hemp ropes hooked the blades, and the sharp knives made of inferior metal let out an overwhelmed moan against the thick hemp rope, and at this time, the clerk of the stall had already reacted and shouted: "Come on, people! The slave has escaped! The slave has escaped!"

The man had no time to pay attention to the screaming clerk, and he knew that if he could not flee at this moment, whether it was for a warning or to show the majesty of the kingdom's laws, his life would be at risk.

Escape...... Hurry up and escape!

His wrist was exerted again, the blade suddenly collapsed, the cold light in front of the man's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously tilted his head, and there was a hot stinging pain on his face. He didn't care about the wound, he used the remaining blade to break the remaining knots, and with blood on his face, he quickly grabbed a piece of the knife with his bare hands, and chiseled at the shackles and keyholes under his feet.

Pain.

Even if it broke, the blade was still sharp and cut deep into his palm with the man's force, and suddenly, the blood of a fleshy palm flowed like an infusion, and the hot blood flowed down the blade into the keyhole, soaking the rust on it, dark red and bright red, the two seemed to be sisters, like brothers, perhaps, they were the same thing.

This is a testimony to the suffering of the slave, and now, it will naturally choose to continue this torture, and the duty is so, shackles, and it is born for this.

Freedom or confinement, who will win?

Alexey saw only the remnants of his arms rising and falling rapidly.

His hands are quick.

In just three seconds, the man had raised his hand to chisel three times in a row, but this year-old iron tool was as hard-hearted as its owner, unmoved in the face of the man's strong desire to survive.

Hope is followed by despair.

After a few days of preparation, did it go to waste?

The frequency of the man's chiseling slowed down by two points unconsciously, was the wound too deep? No, it was his will that could not climb the driftwood that fell into the sea, and he could only let the sea of despair swallow him and swallow hope.

"Can't do it, can't do it, can't do it!"

From the depths of his throat, the damaged vocal cords tugged at a dry, inexplicable roar, and once again the palm clenched the blade was more venting—pain, deeper pain, more, the feeling of freedom before death, even if it hurt, better than the rotten taste of a cage.

"Can't give up......."

He remembered the teachings of the shamans of the tribe to the children, and he had heard them when he was a child, which was a word that Norf, who lived in the north and lived in the snow, had to learn to read, shout, and remember: "Don't give up, never give up." ”

When there was a crunch.

It wasn't the shackles that were broken, but a hard object smashed on the man's back, and he was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look.

Is it a shaman......

No, in the words of the wicked, a mage.

Alexei curled his lips at the man, gave his thumb upside down, and pointed down, just off his heel, there was a copper-yellow key.

"Run, let me see where your limits are. ”

I saw that a rare show was about to kick off and the grand opening. How could Alexey, who was in a happy mood, let the lead actor of the play fall in a hurry at the opening time, which was boring.

The man was puzzled by the mage's sudden help, but that didn't stop him from picking up the key and unlocking the shackles on his feet.

At this time, there were many people attracted by the shouts of the clerks, and the slave trainers who were at the front of the line had whips and long sticks in their hands, and as soon as they heard the news of the fugitive slaves, they rushed from all sides of the bazaar, vowing to hang the damned slave who tried to trample on the face of Kherson on the flagpole of the port, and after he died in the scorching sun, he would remove his heart, liver and stomach, and peel off his skin and make a doll as a warning.

"He's there, don't let him run!"

A sharp-eyed slave trainer was the first to spot the middle-aged man with the shackles on his feet and about to escape through the unobstructed back door of the shop.

"Chase!"

Among them were skilled veterans, and with a shout from their mouths, a long stick whizzed over the heads of the crowd and aimed at the running man's legs.

The accuracy of the wooden stick is good, but the middle-aged man who dares to make a plan and suddenly burst out and injure the caretaker is obviously not an easy person. He seemed to have a third eye on his back, and a wooden stick more than a man high hit the brick against his calf, not only did not hurt the man, but he reached out and grabbed it, and with the help of the stick, he jumped into several adjacent stalls.

He took advantage of the situation to raise the wooden stick, a stick hit the head of a shopkeeper, did not have time to look at the results, casually grabbed two small fish and bit them in his mouth and swallowed them, looked at the gap in the shop, and once again carried the stick into the crowd in the street, and played the stick with a tiger, and swept out a fast path in the crowd, running all the way, and it was easy to throw off the pursuers behind hundreds of meters away.

"I'm going home. ”

The man's puffy lips opened slightly, and he stared at the two pillars standing tall in the distance, and said in his mouth, "Not here." ”

His steps took a sharp turn, and he picked up the long stick again, and slapped it in the face of several slave trainers in short shirts who had heard the news. The road ahead was blocked, and the man jumped over a shelf, picked up a long stick and stabbed several accomplices who wanted to rush up through the silk cloth, and then swung the head of the stick and knocked down a wooden bucket filled with water. As the wooden lid was broken, buckets of water flowed freely on the ground. He rolled on the spot, picked up the remaining half of the bucket, and poured water into his mouth as he slammed open the side door of the shop, threw the bucket back in his hand, and knocked over a group of pursuers.

"In this direction. ”

He sniffed the sea breeze blowing from the bay in the distance, and the salty smell seemed so precious at the moment. As far back as I can remember, he was thrown off the ship.

Yes, that's right.

Hometown, just in the distance.

After replenishing water and physical strength, the man ran faster and faster. He rushed through the obstacles of the crowd, and every time a slave trainer who was familiar with the terrain and expected the direction of the man to rush to the front to block, he would be easily knocked down with his stick. This is a battle-hardened warrior who is not afraid to fight alone except for a shaman.

"My child...... Daddy's back looking for you. ”

Once again, he stuned a wicked man who was not able to do anything, and the man finally ran to the exit of the south gate of the bazaar.

The late spring sun shone brightly on the sea of Calm Bay, and the black ship of a dozen men high lowered its steel anchor, and the mast of the ship hung white roses with swords crossed, and even if he could not read the kingdom script, the man was familiar with the pattern on the flag—all the ships that flew this flag were going to the north, and they were all ships that could return him to his homeland!

With joy in his heart, he was about to go straight to the black boat, when suddenly, he saw a figure standing more than ten meters away, which was not unfamiliar.

"Hi, we're meeting again. ”

Alexei was talking to Blue Dream, and the moment the middle-aged man stepped out of the south gate, he smiled, both to Blue Dream and to the slave he had already chosen, "Here he is, my friend Norf." ”