Chapter 291: Killing

Yesterday afternoon, Tagger played a great role in the demagogy of Viscount Timba, and in the evening the news of Viscount Timba having rewarded and reorganized the Legion of Disgrace by the will of His Majesty King Luther III spread throughout the royal city. The people of the Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the Snow Shame Legion were overjoyed, and the soldiers left behind by the city defense troops and the Praetorian Guard Regiment were jealous and hateful, and they made a roar for a night.

The next day was even more lively, and the vats of ale brought from the taverns of the royal city, as well as the small jars of clay pots of potatoes and slices of beef, mutton and pork were transported into the camp of the Praetorian Guard. Tagger also asked Cerva, Drey, and others to go around to requisition the tavern cooks, buy all kinds of fruits and vegetables and other banquet supplies, and prepare for the evening feast.

Thanks to the good news that Viscount Timba wants to reward the soldiers of the Shame Legion with wine and meat, the number of people who went to join the army today is as high as more than 700 people, and this news makes Luther III very satisfied, as long as there is this number for four or five consecutive days, the Shame Legion will be full.

Viscount Timba was also very pleased, and he received five thousand gold coins from his brother-in-law, Luther III, but he gave only one thousand to Targer, and demanded that Targar prepare them in the amount of three wine and meat rewards, and gave Targar a warrant to act cheaply.

Tagger did not disappoint him, spent a little money to get in touch with the stewards of the material warehouse in Xicheng District, and then took out a large amount of coarse grain from the warehouse and instructed the chef to make a large batch of multigrain bread, and bought a lot of salted dried fish. By five o'clock in the afternoon, all the preparations had been completed, and the entire Praetorian Legion camp was in a cheerful atmosphere.

As the protagonist of the Shameful Legion, Viscount Timba naturally came here to inspect it himself, and toasted all the legionnaires to boost morale, announcing the rewards to be received after meritorious service and the military discipline that would soon be strictly enforced. It's just that Viscount Timba didn't pay attention to these little things, he carefully checked the rewards received by the soldiers, and found that each soldier had a roast or braised meat, as well as a fruit and vegetable salad, a steamed salted dried fish, a pound of potatoes and a glass of sufficient ale, and as for how much coarse grain bread should be eaten, he couldn't help frowning.

Targer thought that Viscount Timba was not satisfied with the amount and weight of the reward, and when he was about to explain, he was pulled aside by Viscount Timba and scolded him fiercely. Because Viscount Timba thinks that there are too many things to reward, do you want dried fruits and vegetables, do you want dried salted fish, and there are so many coarse grains and bread are not wasted, if you are harsh, you can cut the amount of meat by half, and as for the potatoes, you should mix more water into them, so that one part can become two or even three parts......

Viscount Timba hated that iron could not be made of steel, and said to Tagger that if he let his butler do this, he would at least save four or five hundred gold coins from the one thousand gold fordry, and it would be a pity to waste it on these rough billets. Looking at the background of the carriage in which Viscount Timba left in anger, Tagger felt that his perception of these great slave owners and nobles had been refreshed once again. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, the reward of more than 20,000 people for wine and meat is not a small amount as he said to Viscount Timba, he has already filled in all the 1,000 gold fortunes and spent more than 400 family funds, after all, this is the last feast in the life of the Snow Shame Legionnaire, so it has to make people eat better, right?

The gates of the Praetorian Legion's camp had been closed since evening, but there were still many soldiers of the city defense force who had entered the camp through their friends, and Tagar didn't care, and ordered to let go of the drinks, some of which were wines anyway. It continued to drink until about ten o'clock in the evening, when the noisy camp finally calmed down, and almost most of the soldiers fell asleep drunk. No one was sentry, no one was standing, and no one was on duty. In the royal city, no one still has the slightest vigilance.

The slave gladiators, who had been waiting for a day, were led by Lorlist, and El opened the side back door inside the Praetorian Legion camp, where a killing feast awaited the red-eyed slave gladiators.

Inch by inch, the blood spilled over the ground at his feet, and it was a real river of blood, and there were corpses everywhere......

An hour ago, it was a bustling revelry, but now it has become a slaughtering field, and people in the drunken countryside have lost their lives with joy.

There was a sound of vomiting behind him, and even the slave gladiators who had sworn before setting off that they would pay for their debts with blood and would not show mercy to their subordinates were becoming more and more hesitant in this silent killing, and even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Killing an enemy in a drunken dream is as simple as pressing the sword diagonally down at the junction of his shoulder blades and throat to ensure that he dies quickly and painlessly. But when you kill twenty, or even more, in one go, then even the self-proclaimed most iron-blooded slave gladiator begins to relent......

This is a living human life, not a killing of chickens. Even though these drunken people were the members of the slave catchers and murderous mercenaries that the slave gladiators hated most, they were as defenseless as babies in the face of the sword-wielding slave gladiators as they were snoring and indulging in sleep with idiotic smiles on their faces.

"This is murder, not a fight...... Finally, a slave gladiator dropped his sword and fell to his knees on the bloody mud: "I would rather fight them face to face than take their lives silently......"

"That's why you think of yourself as a warrior. Lorist appeared beside the slave gladiator, and his deep voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the more than a thousand slave gladiators present: "But you are wrong. Now it is not innocent people who are drunk to the ground, but brutes with bloody hands, who carry the souls of countless old and weak women and children. Think of how they stormed into peaceful villages, how they slaughtered and plundered the freedom of others, who in their eyes were not their own kind, but the two-legged cattle and sheep that brought them riches......

Think of your relatives and companions who died at their hands, think of your cannibalism with your comrades in the gladiatorial arena and turn it into a show that makes these beasts laugh, then will you still be soft-hearted? Take up your sword, as a warrior, your duty is to fight for yourself and your companions, these are just brutes on the ground in human skin, and for every one you kill, innocent people will have more safety......"

The slave gladiator, who had discarded his sword, picked up his sword again with a face full of shame, and the silent slaughter continued......

"Hurry up and ...... the action ahead" came an anxious urging behind him, as if deeply dissatisfied with the hesitation and slowness of the more than a thousand slave gladiators who played the role of executioners. Nearly a hundred Norton soldiers wearing the bronze breastplates of the Praetorian Legionnaires came out of the crowd, and they were expressionless and indifferent like puppets without bronze helmets, and their swords fell together, and the drunks on the ground lost their lives in droves.

The silver moon above her head seemed to be unable to bear to witness the slaughter that took place under her nose, hiding her brightness behind the faint clouds, but the dim red crescent of the blood moon on the horizon became brighter and brighter.

Now only one-third of the camp has been cleared, but more than an hour has passed, no wonder Shi Fatzi in the back will be anxiously urging, he is responsible for leading more than 2,000 young and strong slaves to wait for the relocation of the granary and arsenal behind the camp, and also prepare to strip the better equipment and armor from the corpses on the ground. His greatest fear was to alarm the enemy in the camp into a big scuffle, so that his operation to carry supplies would be ruined.

The more than 2,000 young slaves were the result of his efforts last night, and behind the colosseum was the shack area where the slaves of the royal city lived, and where the homes of the five or six hundred slaves who worked in the colosseum were located. It's just that the slave area is under the surveillance of the city defense brigade of the north city wall, and standing on the city wall, you can see the movements of the slave area at a glance.

However, this was not difficult for Shi Fatty, he sent a few trusted slaves into the slave area with the golden gladiators Giros and Mason who pretended to be slaves, and then found the location of the sewers, dug a passage from top to bottom in a hidden shack, and secretly transferred more than 3,000 slaves nearby to the underground cell, preparing sufficient labor for the next moving task.

Lorist walked around the camp with the reins, the long sword in his hand swinging at will, the tip of the sword burst out a little bit of starlight from time to time, and it fell into the throat and forehead of the drunken soldier who fell to the ground.

Killing these drunken Lorist didn't have any mental pressure, just like playing a game in his previous life, he felt that these were all NPCs, and it was no big deal to kill them. What he didn't realize was that at some point, Lorlist's eyes were getting redder and redder, revealing a grunting smell of blood, which made people shudder, and he just felt that everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a veil of blood-red light veil......

Lorist stood still, and at this moment his thoughts and mental senses spread in all directions like mercury, and soon occupied the entire Praetorian Legion camp, and the one or two hundred people in the front camp who were not yet drunk were still roasting a goat around the campfire, and a few in the barracks on the left were wiping their bodies and preparing for bed, and on the stove on the right, a dozen cooks were preparing to make a hearty supper for themselves, and on the side of the stove there were two slaves who had secretly taken a bone and were gobbling at the old, tough and charred flesh on it。

Strange, how does this feel so similar to the feeling when he killed the three hundred people on that boat when he broke through from the encirclement of the Chikde Chamber of Commerce in the morning light in the Zojin Bay?

Lorist squatted, stood up, reached out, bent over, lowered his head, turned sideways, and finally stretched out his fingers and grabbed a few handfuls in mid-air, making sure that he could easily master every movement of his body. Well, I remember that I was in real danger on the ship, and more than 300 people rushed to the sword, and I had no way to retreat before I forced myself into that blood-red world. But now it's just a light killing, how can you get yourself into this strange blood-red world? and you still feel so sober and at ease?

Lorist doesn't think about things that he can't think through, since he has entered this blood-red world, don't waste it. As soon as Lorist bowed down, the whole person disappeared from the place like a wisp of smoke, and when he reappeared, he was already at the campfire at the front of the camp, his body turned, and the cold stars were shining, and the one or two hundred people who were roasting mutton and drinking ale suddenly froze one by one at that moment, and then fell to the ground one after another. The ale in one of his hands spilled onto the campfire as he fell, and a flame burst into flames......

One of the dozen cooks over there glanced up, just in time to see the scene of everyone falling to the ground, his face suddenly became terrified, and he was about to open his mouth to scream, when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and a cold long sword was inserted into his mouth, and the tip of the sword came out from the back of his head.

After cooking these dozen cooks, Lorist remembered that there were two living people at the stove, and their figures had appeared next to the stove in a flash, and when he looked out, he saw that the two scrawny slaves with heavy whip marks on their bodies were hiding in the innermost part and gnawing on a bone, and their left shoulders were still branded with the mark of slaves.

Lorist's sword slammed into the back of the heads of the two slaves, who were unconscious holding their bones. This is a helpless move, if you want to save them, you have to knock them unconscious and take them out of here, otherwise there are only two consequences for them to see the corpses and merciless killings everywhere, one is to be frightened and the other is to scream in fright, which will add a lot of trouble to Lorlist......

The killing finally ended at two o'clock in the middle of the night, and Lorist had already retreated from the blood-red world, this time he didn't fall to the ground and sleep for a few days and nights like last time, but his face was a little pale, and he felt very tired mentally, and now he was just barely supporting, watching his family soldiers vomit while peeling off pieces of leather armor and equipment from the corpses on the ground.

The slave swordsman Hus came to Lorlist's side, and his face was very pale.

"Tired?"

Hughes Great Sword shook his head: "I don't feel tired physically, but when I see the corpses everywhere, I find that I don't feel the slightest sense of joy, I don't know why, I killed so many members of the slave hunting team that I hate, but I don't have the pleasure of revenge, and I even feel a little tired......"

Lorist laughed dryly: "Yes, more than 1,000 of us killed more than 20,000, which is a remarkable record, and we have not lost a single one." It's just that none of the enemies have the strength to fight back, which makes us feel that we can't win. And we are warriors, not butchers, and such unilateral killings make many people unbearable. Otherwise, you can bring those slave gladiators back first, tonight's killing will be a big thrill for them......"

Looking in the direction of Lorist's finger, most of the familiar slave gladiators sat on the ground without gnawing, and several slave gladiators were still leaning together and weeping silently......

The Great Swordsman of Xiusi looked at the soldiers of the Norton family again, and couldn't help but sigh: "My lord, your family's armament is really unmatched, they are very strong and well-trained, and the killing just now has no effect on them. ”

"Because they are convinced that what they are doing is right. Lorist said with pride: "Killing these beasts is like killing those demonic beasts that invade our family's territory, the more they kill, the safer the family and the better life they want to protect, our Norton family never feels sad for the enemy, because only the dead enemy is the best enemy......"

"Well, only dead enemies are the best enemies, Lord Locke, this sentence is really domineering!" said Hughes the Great Swordsman.

"That's what we do. Lorist smiled faintly: "Let's go, let's go to the back and see how many things they have moved back." ”

"By the way, you two come here, there are two slaves by this stove, I have knocked them unconscious, you take them to the gladiatorial arena. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

...... (To be continued.) )