The convoy stopped and went, obviously encountering some trouble, and even Zhao Mai in the prisoner car noticed it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAfter leaving the Ottaruk Pass, the vast Great Impact Sand Wasteland stretched in front of the team. Even with signposting to guide you, this stretch of the road is still fraught with danger.

The skin on the wheels fell off and caused the sand to become trapped and one slave died, two slaves died after missing a sign, and three slaves died when they were attacked by sandworms. Tessian didn't seem to care how many slaves were executed, or how the size of the team was dwindling. At first, there will be people who think, "I'm still useful, won't kill me", but eventually they lose their heads. But no matter how the number of people was reduced, the progress of this team's delivery was not affected.

Everyone has whip marks, light or heavy, or they have healed or just bloomed, in short, they are strange, like opening an exhibition hall about flogging. Only two slaves had the least whip on them, and they were also isolated by the other slaves for this reason. Butcher had a hard, dry black cake, and in the other hand he clutched a clay bowl containing a suspicious yellow-brown broth. He dipped the cake and chewed hard.

As a slave who could become a gladiator, he was treated much better than the others. For example, others only have bread and soup, and there will be no meat in them. Another benefit is the time to rest. Although the length was the same as that of other slaves, he could sleep in the scorching sun and escape the scorching heat with the help of a cloth tent.

Rikas wanted to talk to the other slaves, but everyone preferred to face him with their whip-scarred backs. The Muorish slave was not upset either, and came to Butcher with his meal. "Hey, big guy, are you full?"

Butcher glanced at him, chewing harder.

"I've asked, and the Templars have asked the two of us to participate in the gladiatorial tournament of the Temple Tower, which means we won't be coolies, let alone be sent to work in the iron mines of Tyre. How's that news?"

"You're very demanding, slave. Butcher snorted, very disdainful of the guy who had surrendered first. "You still want to win the championship and become a free man? You're a slave at heart!"

"My mother was a slave, my father was a dwarf slave, and I was born a slave, and I had no choice. ”

"You're just afraid of death. Butcher said coldly: "If you had to choose between freedom and survival, what would you choose?"

"Hey, that's hurting a little bit!" Rikas retorted a little embarrassed, "Didn't you surrender too, didn't you choose to survive?"

"No, I can die at any time, but I can't let someone die for me. Butcher glanced at the prison cart where Zhao Mai was being held, and snorted at Rikas. "If I don't survive, how can I save him?"

"But it's too hard. For some reason, Tessian values Mike very much and always arranges for someone to guard it. And even if they are rescued, where can they flee? It's all desert, and they have cavalry, so if they want to chase them, they won't have time to cover up their traces. But what really worries the Moors is something else: "If Mike escapes, we must run too, or we will definitely be treated as accomplices." Also, I'm going to participate in the Temple Tower Race, and I'll always run into Tessian's again. I can't miss the opportunity to compete and be free. ”

"Athletic, do you think you still have a chance of winning if you meet an opponent like me in the arena?"

The Muorish slave was tempted to say that he would win, but he could deceive the enemy, but never himself. Butcher's strength and martial arts are very strong, and he seems to be proficient in the use of various weapons, which is very rare. In the gladiatorial arena, the situation is ever-changing, and no one knows what weapon they will have in their hands in the next moment. Butcher is the kind of dangerous character who can kill all sides with a pair of dentures, and the Moors only want to be comrades with him, not opponents.

"If you help me, I will help you. Butcher swallowed the strange taste of the broth. "The master you need to serve is still in the car, and what you now call the master is snatching you out of his hands. Since he can snatch you, he can also rob you of your victory and freedom, don't forget that. ”

Rikas pursed his lips and stared at the prisoner cart for a long time, as if his gaze could see through wood. The half-giant, sitting on top of the log, noticed the gaze, his round eyes glaring, and his remaining arm waving vigorously. "It's not going to work," Ricass said, "I can't get Mike out of there." ”

"So what can you do? just watch?" Butcher stood up, not wanting to continue the conversation. "If you don't save people, how can you save yourself? You haven't tasted freedom, you don't know how good that is! But what have you done when you keep saying you want to be free? Ricas, if anyone in this damn desert can really help you, he's under that half-giant's ass, and he's suffering. ”

He walked straight to the other slaves who were eating. The slaves hurriedly stuffed what they had eaten into their mouths and fled in all directions. Butcher sped up suddenly, grabbed one man like a swooping eagle, pulled the cake out of his mouth, stuffed it into his own mouth and then went to the next one. Even a few half-giant minions were attacked by him, and the food in their hands was lost. Several of the pies were tossed by Butcher and fell into Ricas's arms.

Rikas looked at the food in his arms and in his hands, and suddenly felt bored. Butcher had just walked past him, facing a bowl full of broth, without even glancing, and now he had more food. He understood that no matter how much he said, if he didn't act, this would be the last time Butcher would help him. If you want to be free but don't want to take risks, is this still the champion of the gladiatorial arena, Ricas? After seeing a stronger warrior, does he lose his enterprising spirit and only think about peace and stability until the final victory? There is nothing so cheap in the world, and if you don't show your value, you won't even have a chance to mix.

He made up his mind, biting the cake hard, staring at the prisoner cart and making plans in his heart.

Through the obstruction of logs, Zhao Mai knew nothing about what was happening outside. He was meditating on his knees, doing his best to improve his strength. The pressing collar around his neck was still working, but Zhao Mai found a way to restrain it. He animates the belt of the High Viper and wraps it around the collar, completely isolating himself from the collar. Although this could not completely shield the power of the collar, Zhao Mai had been able to regain some control over his physical and mental strength.

The collar was already very tight, and after wrapping it around the activated snake, it was even tighter, and there was a danger of suffocating Zhao Mai at any time. He had to do everything in his power to sustain his breathing needs through the Force of Nature, and the same was true of psychic abilities. He thought it was a weight-bearing training at the limit, but this time it wasn't a long journey, and it wasn't carrying the luggage of several people.

He came to appreciate what was mentioned in the book of the halfling: the limits of the physical body were the starting point of the mental function. The filthy, suffocating environment of feces, and the threat of death at any moment, prompted his psychic abilities to continue to improve. On the other hand, predatory absorption of the surrounding natural force, gradually drifting away on the path of blasphemers, Zhao Mai has made significant progress in a short period of time.

His only solace in his soul was to stock up on food, and the puppy was always by his side, keeping him calm with his body heat and soft fur. If it weren't for the reserve food, Zhao Mai would have been able to deviate from his psychic abilities due to loneliness, and slowly become a madman, or be eroded by the Force of Nature and degenerate into a beast. Fortunately, Zhao Mai has a reserve of grain to share the pressure, and he still maintains himself, but his thoughts on revenge and overthrowing all this are getting heavier and heavier.

Thinking deeply into his heart, he picked up more and more memories. The characters I had read about in the books gradually corresponded to the characters I saw with my own eyes. As a slave, Rikas had always longed for freedom, and after learning that the Witch King wanted to sacrifice everyone with blood, and that the so-called "champion is freedom" was actually just a lie, he rose up and stabbed the Witch King with a magical weapon called the Heartwood Spear, ushering in the heroic era of slave emancipation. And Tessian, a power-hungry politician, keeps climbing to higher positions, but the closer he gets to the core of the witch king's rule, the more terrified he feels. The Witch King wants to kill everyone, including him, and in order to retain his power, he chooses Rikas and becomes a "Belt and Road Party". After the victory of the Revolution, Ctesian turned into a Templar leader and forced the Masked Alliance to compromise and become the new king of Tyre on the condition that he agreed to free the slaves.

Tessian is very thoughtful and adept at using every opportunity to his advantage. Those who think too much will worry more, those who worry too much will be suspicious, and those who are suspicious are mostly cautious. Zhao Mai had a feeling of gratitude at this time, if he hadn't met Tai Xi, a guy who was unique among the Templars, he would have been in a different place long ago.

Since he is still alive, it is time for Tessian to be unlucky. With the help of meditation, Zhao Mai accumulates strength and ideas.