The pursuing crowd dispersed, and Bahrain waited for a while. Until I silently counted to 10,000 in my heart, it was estimated that the crowd should have gone away.

Twist your body slowly and try to keep the movement to a minimum. Like a worm, Bahrain gently brushed away the dense phytoplankton floating on his head, and quietly stuck his head out of the puddle to look around for a moment.

After confirming that the pursuers were no longer visible as far as the eye could see, he carefully straightened up.

The edema on his face had mostly disappeared, and he had already made a decision on the final escape route.

The city of Cologne belonged to the rear of the Rome of Truth during the invasion of Heaven, and it was not far from the last stronghold of the Rome of Truth in this realm.

Outside of Cologne there is a dense forest in which some elemental beasts live. The reason why he didn't make it to the evacuation of the large army was because he was hunting elemental beasts in the forest at that time.

This forest is both dangerous and thriving. With a molten heart that cannot be hidden, it is simply impossible to sneak out of the occupied zone of this Heaven camp.

The only way to venture into the forest is to try to traverse the territory of the perilous elementalized beasts and finally reach the final residence of the Arcanist in this world.

Unfortunately, as a slave gladiator without freedom, he could only plan so far.

There is no map of the forest, not even how big the whole forest is. I don't know what the range is. To add insult to injury, Bahrain didn't even know where the Arcanist Truth Rome was at its last station.

Even the truth Rome had a stronghold in this realm, which he had heard from the mouths of slave gladiators who were later captured.

"I can only find a way to find a hidden nest at the edge of the forest, and then find a way to sneak into the nearest village to capture these Heavenly Believers and get further information!" Bahrain thought to himself, and his steps rushed towards the nearest forest range.

Without an established route, everything is left to fate.

At night, Bahrain was clinging to filthy silt and remnants of aquatic plants, and plunged into the forest naked under the hazy moonlight.

As soon as he approached the edge of the forest, the terrible chirping of the night owl reached his ears. The forest at night has always been synonymous with danger.

Even if he wields extraordinary power, in the face of some powerful beasts of the same elementalization, if he is not careful, he may become a delicacy in the mouths of the other party.

The only thing he was thankful for was that the enemy he had expected to keep searching for didn't show up. Actually, this is also normal, Bahrain is at best a gladiator with a slight reputation. In the whole war of heaven with the Rome of truth, only an extremely insignificant little person.

Even Immet, a slave owner who hated Bahrain, did not have much energy to hunt down this enemy who did not know where to flee. The entire arena experienced a riot, and more than thirty elite gladiators fled, eight of them fled, and the rest were hanged alive by the enraged Lord Imit.

A gladiatorial arena at its peak lost more than thirty of its most elite gladiators at once, which meant a fatal blow to Imit's gladiatorial empire. Lost the most popular gladiator mage, and joined the riots with other gladiators who could show their hands.

Imit's priority now is not revenge, but how to get through this crisis.

The loss of these gladiators meant the loss of most of their income. With his current condition, it is almost impossible to make a comeback. Although some wealth has been accumulated over the years, will it continue to maintain its current size?

At this moment, Imit's heart is extremely entangled! How fierce the competition in the gladiatorial arena is, if he hadn't been lucky enough to harvest the treasure of Bahrain at the beginning, it would not have been possible to have the infinite scenery of the following years.

After a brief burst of rage, more than twenty elite gladiators were hanged one after another. Imit's no longer young, and his mind has finally regained its composure.

His closest number one thug is dead, and in the chaos more than twenty bodyguards and holy knights have been killed by the mad gladiators, and six more are seriously wounded. Pensions, alimony, these are all a lot of expenses!

Reducing the scale, cutting out redundant servants and guards, although this is helpless, this is the only way at present.

As for the high reward for the capture of Bahrain and others, Imit did not report any hope.

The mage's brutality was well known in the dozen or so surrounding city-states, and the average bounty hunter simply couldn't afford it. As for those powerful witchers, they simply didn't look down on the so-called high amount of his small gladiatorial arena master.

Mankind has never lacked courage, but mankind knows how to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages! This is the result of mankind's reproduction and survival from the primitive era and the elimination and selection of human beings again and again.

Reckless fools rarely have a chance to leave offspring, so the bounty hunters, who spend their days chasing the smell of gold, only laugh at the bounty, even though the wealth is appealing.

No one wants to put effort into a task that is almost impossible. Instead of devoting energy to this life-and-death mission of hunting down gladiator mages, it is better to escort the caravan a few more times and capture a few ordinary villains who offend the nobles.

The copper coins that can be obtained are the real copper coins, and the gold coins promised in the air pavilion are just a conversation after dinner.

It was in this way that he fled into the mountains, changing his hiding place at any time, and the suspicious Bahrain did not know that from the day after he escaped from the gladiatorial arena, no one had come to hunt him down.

Although preparations were made to go deeper, without the pursuit of the pursuers, there was no need for Bahrain to go deep into this dangerous jungle.

It took a whole day to stabilize his injuries and regain some strength, and Bahrain shot down an ordinary elk. I hastily cleaned up the branches and teeth of my hands, found a slightly flat depression, picked up some dead branches and started a bonfire.

Without a knife, he had to endure the disgusting smell of blood with his teeth. Little by little, he tore off one of the elk's thighs, hurriedly roasted it for a while, and then devoured the still somewhat half-cooked venison.

There is no way, he doesn't know that no one in the outside world pays attention to him anymore, and he takes it for granted that the pursuers will arrive at any time at this moment.

Buried as much as possible from the embers of the campfire, resisted the remaining three equally cooked deer legs, and continued aimlessly along the edge of the forest.

Bahrain only knows that the smell of fresh blood will attract the prying eyes of predators, but the roasted venison should be able to temporarily avoid the appearance of jackals, tigers and leopards.

When it comes to fighting, he has a wealth of experience over the years. But the survival skills of the jungle are still at the rookie level.

Approaching the small stream, Bahrain crossed a rocky mountain after three days. The stream in front of us gradually converged into a small waterfall.

Standing on the abrupt rock, a wisp of cooking smoke is reflected in Bahrain's field of vision.

There's a human village ahead!