"Hey, Butcher, have a glass of mellow sap. www.biquge.info"Rikas jumped in from outside the fence, his mud cup full of mud, but it didn't spill at all.

After thanking his friend for his kindness, and then gulping down the slightly bitter mellow drink, Butcher once again turned his gaze to the sky. The afterglow of the setting sun cast on the skinned roof, and the characteristic red of Athas spread, like the color of blood. Butcher looked at himself and touched it lightly with his hand to make sure it was just the sun's rays. He remembered the bloody breakout battle in Kelmanga, and he was the same red on his body. That time it wasn't light, it was blood, from warm to icy temperatures, the smell of blood. In Kelmanga, though, there is still the smell of iron and fire, while in the gladiator camp in Tyre, there is only the smell of sand, wood, and grass-roots drinks.

One side of the head began to have a slight headache again, the disadvantage of the psychic ability. If Mike had been here, he would have known how to deal with it, and he would have been able to provide himself with treatment. Thinking of the druid who brought him to this desert world, Butcher patted Rikas on the shoulder: "How is it, have you heard any news?"

"Well, I'm already connected, and through a friend's friend who is cooking at the temple tower construction site, he has an impression of Mike. Rikas took a sip of the sap, enjoying the aroma running down his throat. "I wear a collar around my neck that can't be unhooked, which is actually quite recognizable. I've already told my friend about our news, and when he gets in touch, I guess it will be three or four days before I can get a reply. ”

"This is the best news I've ever heard. Butcher looked at the empty cup in his hand, then took Rikas's cup and drank it again. The Moorish pouted, he was used to things like this happening constantly, and he didn't get annoyed by it. After all, there is happiness when there is comparison: when Butcher takes other people's things, he will use his fists first and then the soles of his feet.

"I also heard the good news that the two of us have become regular partners, and we can directly participate in the elimination competition, so we don't have to burn up in the melee. Rikas thumped his chest with his fist, looking very excited.

Butcher was still calm and serious, and snorted a sentence from his nose: "What is there to be happy about?"

"Having a regular partner means that the two of us don't belong to two teams, and we don't kill each other. And the danger of a scuffle is very high, the two of us are so conspicuous, we are likely to be besieged. In short, this news means that our victory will be much easier, and freedom is not far ahead, my brother!"

"I am not your brother, Moor, but I would like to give you a piece of advice like a brother. Butcher tossed the cup out and watched it disappear to the other end of the camp wall: "No freedom is not earned through fighting the enemy, no! It is only through blood, through the torment of life and death, that freedom comes. ”

Rikas's excitement diminished slightly, but he shook his head and said he didn't believe it. "Seriously, Butcher, where did you get all this knowledge? Aren't we fighting, aren't we fighting? Look at me, I still have the blood of the enemy between my fingernails!"

"Are your enemies these slaves who are kept in cages every day?" Butcher tapped his fist on Ricas's chest and asked, "Do they have the same enslaved blood in their bodies as you?" I tell you, I once asked the lord for freedom, I used to pray to the gods for freedom, but it was taken away again. Then I killed, stepping on blood in search of freedom, but even then, I still didn't get what I wanted. How can you be sure that someone else will honor the promise?"

Looking at Butcher's serious expression, Rikas finally put away his last smile. "You have a point, what is agreed upon in Attas, it is really necessary to make all preparations for freedom? ”

"I'll let you win, because you're more pitiful than I am, and you've never tasted freedom, even if it's false and ephemeral. Butcher watched the last of the sunset disappear, the blood red faded from his body, smacked his lips and said, "Forget it, don't talk about it." Where did you get that drink just now, take me to drink some more. ”

"Alright, I'll take you!" Rikas waved his hand, and within a few steps he ran into the trainer of the slave camp. Since this black-skinned strong man was taught by Butcher, he no longer dared to trouble the two of them, let alone whip them, so the relationship between everyone was okay later. The black man came in a hurry, and when he saw Ricas, he said, "Hey, Rikas, Master Tessian is looking for you, you hurry up." ”

"Do you know what you're looking for me?" Rikas asked after telling him where the butcherol sap was.

"I don't know, but it should be a good thing. The black man trainer lowered his voice and said, "I heard Dolovan say before that Master Taixi has prepared a lot of food for you, as well as beautiful women, you are blessed tonight." So to meet the host......"

"Obedient, well-behaved, grateful!" Rikas snorted, "I understand, I understand." ”

Following the trainer, Rikas quickly found Tessian. High Templars are always neatly dressed and have an unangry expression. The only time the Moorish had seen him lose such a gesture was when Mike hurt him. "Dear master," said Rikas very respectfully, for the sake of eternal freedom, he thought that it should now behave as such, and that was the price. "What do you want me to do?"

"That's right, I have a friend of mine who is a weapons dealer here, and he admires you for your wonderful performance in gladiatorial combat. ”

Following the direction of Tessian's hand, Rikas saw a man with a bull's head. It's weird, but it doesn't have much to do with him. Knowing well the preferences of the slave master and High Templar, Rikas hurriedly withdrew his gaze, prostrate himself on the ground, and said in a more humble tone, "Master, it is my greatest wish to be able to please your guests by pleasing them. ”

"Well, in order to reward you, this friend of mine is willing to give you a weapon. Metal weapons that will allow you to perform better in tournaments. Tessian said, "What are you best at?"

"I'm best with a stick, and a spear is fine. Looking at Tessian's constantly frowning brow, Ricas's heart was like lightning. There was no metal on the stick, and the tip of the spear didn't use much steel, so it seems that this so-called "friend" had a mediocre relationship with his master. "I can also use a sword or a machete. My lord, everything is at your command. ”

"Then use a longsword, I happen to have a good one. The Minotaur suddenly interjected.

Although Tessian didn't like people to interject in his heart, the long sword was also his choice. He quickly put away his displeased expression and let Rikas come closer: "How is your grip, is your wrist flexible?"

"Yes, I have been training for you to win glory, and I never dare to relax. ”

"It's good, I'm going to keep it up in the future. Tessian raised her chin, stretched out her hand, and said, "Come, let me see your arm." ”

He tugged at Ricas's arm and flipped it over and over again, as if admiring the strong muscles of the Moorish people. Afterwards, the High Templar said to the Minotaur, "What do you think, is it a good seedling who can achieve victory?"

"Yes, this hand is very beautiful, and it will be a perfect fit for the sword I will give you. The minotaur nodded.

Tessian grabbed Rikas's right hand and said suddenly, "You can't bring your own weapons into the arena, but prosthetics are not restricted. ”

His other hand was raised in the air, and the blade formed by the psychic ability shone brightly. At the screams of Rikas, the knife fell.

The minotaur looked at the hand that fell to the ground, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered in a voice that Tessian couldn't understand: "Heroic age? ”