By the time the orc troops left the arena, it was close to the afternoon, which gave Siegel a considerable amount of free time. He rounded the blood-filled circular field three times, identifying where weapons and armor were kept, as well as locating the cages where the beasts were kept. While the other slave owners were still trembling, Siegel used a few words of witchcraft to buy some food from the orc soldiers, mostly visceral sausages for the gladiators, kidneys filled with garlic, and barrels of ale. He called in Huck to help carry the things to the villagers' location and let them eat them openly.

Some people are afraid that they are eating "head-killing rice", and the fear psychology makes them swallow in small bites, and their faces are covered with tears, but they dare not cry out loud. Some slaves carefully hid some of the easily preserved grain in preparation for later life, but many more chose to open their bellies and stuff them vigorously, as if trying to hold themselves to death.

"Watch them and don't let them go. Siegel told Hum, "If they escape, they will probably be captured by the slave owners, and I will not be able to help them." But I guess the slavers will be relieved from tomorrow onwards, knowing that I'm just pretending to be a tiger. ”

Hum nodded, asking in a low voice about Siegel's plans.

"I can't tell you the details yet, but if you want to escape, you must be prepared to fight your way out. Siegel said to Hum, "Go to those who can listen to orders and dare to use swords, and watch out for those who think too much." ”

Siegel's gaze swept over the unsuspecting slaves again, wondering how many would survive tonight. Even he himself did not dare to guarantee that he would be able to pass the test of battle. Just as the legendary warrior Philan stepped into the steps of the vortex of time and space before facing the flames of the dragon, the warrior monk Rakula stepped into the vortex of time and space, neither of them knew if they would have a chance to return on this trip, but they still embarked on the journey. Unlike previous adventures, at that time, Siegel was always passively receptive, or rather under the guidance of his elders. But now Siegel still has a choice, he can completely hide, and when the city is in chaos, with the convenience of not being affected by the evil spirits, go to the harbor to find a boat, and then slip away.

But he couldn't accept himself like that.

'A hero is one who understands his duty and fights for it,' said Siegel to himself, 'These poor slaves are my present duty, and they bow and cower under the whip, and the light of their souls gradually dims. Only by passing the test of blood and iron, and completing the journey of fire and water, can we regain our life. I will lead in the front. ’

He stood up and walked alone to the arena's preparation area. There were also many potions that the slave owners had hoarded for healing or rejuvenation, as well as a number of basic materials that Siegel needed to make more potions of Manifestation.

No one could help with this, and his movements had to be fast and steady. In the storeroom, he also found a number of empty wine sacs, all made of sheep's stomach or cowhide, just enough to hold potions. Siegel locked himself inside the door, opened the key space, took out all the materials needed, and laid them out on an empty table. He finally took out the Flame Soul Crystal, admiring its breathing bright red once more, and then smashed it to pieces with a hammer.

"Never waste. Siegel said, "Make the most of it." ”

Before nightfall, the clouds were overcast, the moon and stars were gone, and a light breeze soon picked up. Siegel crouched in the doorway of the arena, motionless like a statue. At the end of his vision, through the countless low, pitch-black wooden houses, he could see the shipyard where the hull of the warship was being built. The tall masts clearly indicate their location, but the night will soon swallow up all the shadows, and then the city.

The wind was good, a cold wind blowing towards the sea, just enough to puff up the sails of the departing ship. However, Siegel did not know the tides and currents, nor did he know the details of the sea around Makabuta. But those were all things to worry about later, and now he needed to empty his mind and wait.

He had been waiting patiently. For tonight, Siegel wore a voluminous robe that was used to hide the leather armor underneath. The arena couldn't find a better armor, only a suit that was more ornamental than defensive. That didn't get in the way, though, as Siegel trusted magic to protect him. On the outside of his leather armor, he had ten leather pouches tied around his waist, which contained manifest potions. Due to the lack of materials, these potions are very unstable and can be stored for up to a day before losing their effectiveness. But I only need one night, Siegel said to himself, only one night.

At his feet sat a warhammer, the strongest weapon he had ever found in the arena. There were a lot of swords here, of course, but Siegel saw their common drawback: due to the lack of maintenance, these weapons would definitely be scrapped after dozens of violent impacts. Siegel knew he had to fight for his life, so he found this sturdy warhammer, at least he wouldn't crack or roll over.

As for the surrounding terrain, he knew that there was an orc camp not far from the arena, which was responsible for guarding the dockyard and controlling all roads to the residence of Lord Three-Eyes. Siegel kept the location in mind, promising that even the darkness of the night would not make him lose his senses.

A patrol of orcs walked by, their iron shoes crunching on the ground. This is not an orc that can be encountered in the wild, with low intelligence and no weapons, this is the base camp of the Three-Eyed Admiral among the four major warlords of the orcs, the orc guards are wearing iron armor, fully armed, and have no less than four sets of long and short weapons on their bodies. However, it works even better when they are in chaos, and the entire city is said to have twelve witch sacrifices, and Siegel triples this number, and then calculates the direction of the battle like a game of chess.

But all speculation needs to be tested by actual combat.

Just as Siegel was thinking this, he felt the entire city's detection circle suddenly activate, just like a sleeping lion feeling hostility, and the muscles of his whole body immediately tensed and made a counterattack posture. With the affinity he had gained in the Magical Awakening, he could feel the magical energy around him begin to fluctuate violently, like rain falling into a lake, and ripples everywhere. He stood up and turned on the psionic vision of the dice, clearly seeing the resentful spirits floating around the city. Then he heard the alarm bells vibrate, the house dog barked, and the whole city was awakened.

Siegel let out a sigh of relief, knowing that the time had finally come. He took out the largest piece of the Flame Soul Crystal, tossed it into the skin containing the manifest potion, and shook it vigorously a few times.

Then he took out his wand and held it tightly in his hand. It was just a wand he had captured, and it wasn't easy to use, but the magic was so good that he could ignore the discomfort.

Like a knight declaring war, Siegel stooped in the direction of the Three-Eyed Warlord Rond before casting his magic. The spell of defeating the enemy has been useless for a long time, but it is still smooth and complete, like a memory imprinted in the soul, and it will never be forgotten. The mage felt the power of magic surging through his body, accompanied by bursts of ecstasy. He felt like an eagle that had regained his freedom and was able to soar in the sky.

After the spell was over, Siegel aimed in the direction of the barracks and threw the skin in his hand with all his might. The skin with the Manifestation Potion and Flame Crystal quickly disappeared into the night, but the power of magic allowed it to reach its destination.

Then a large mass of resentful spirits appeared in Siegel's psionic vision, and it was from his skin that they erupted. This time there were more wraiths than all the other wraiths in the city combined, enough to cause great trouble for the orcs.

Siegel turned and walked back to the arena, passing rows of cells where the slaves had been held had been concentrated in Siegel's preparation area, where Hum Ke helped to look after them. He opened the warehouse, and the weapons inside flew up to him one by one, resting on the invisible float saucer, and then moved forward with the mage. At the doorway where the gladiator was being held, Siegel hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open with force. Even if you don't have any experience in commanding the people, you must now lead the charge with all your blood, and there is no room for timidity or hesitation.

Whether it was the gladiators or the captured villagers, they had a good rest during the day, and now few people were sleepy. At least that's a good thing for Siegel.

"Listen to me. Siegel tore off the disguise on his face, revealing his true face, and said in a loud voice: "I am Siegel from Soth, the first person of the Squid Family, the brave man of Mora's Peak, and the royal baron of the Star Kingdom. I'm here on a mission to fight the orcs and free the slaves. Who's with me?"

Except for the hum orc, who stood up, no one responded. Everyone was still immersed in shock, not knowing what was happening. The life of slavery numbs their minds and weakens their reflexes.

Siegel raised his hammer aloft and let the power of magic pass through his arm to the weapon. The mage deliberately imitated the dwarf Eleinth, and the old dwarf's flaming warhammer once impressed him. Siegel channeled the power of the fire elemental, causing his hammer to shine brightly through the room like a torch.

"The orcs are in chaos, and if you want to save yourself, you have to take advantage of it now. There are ships in the port, and they are all prepared for us. Those who don't want to be killed in the arena, now take up arms and fight their way to freedom. ”

The spell that held the item float was lifted, and swords and shields spilled to the ground. The reflection of metal in the flames gives many people hope and courage. "Take up arms. Siegel said, "Swords, guns, swords, halberds will give you strength!"

Hum strode up, picked out a large, heavy scimitar, and stood next to Siegel before looking at his villagers. With his encouragement, more than a dozen people came out one after another to pick up weapons, but there was still fear in their eyes.

I also had fear in my heart, Siegel said to himself, but it didn't stop me from moving forward. And these people in front of them need more encouragement, they must rekindle their hope, so that they can have the strength to fight.

Magic must continue to be used, a necessary drain of power, the price to be paid for Siegel's choice. Siegel swung his wand in his right hand, causing the flames to burn his robes, revealing the armor underneath. The flames converged around the mage's neck and swung behind him, condensing into a red cloak in midair. There is a black squid insignia on the cloak, and bright flames burn in the eye sockets of the squid. Under the influence of magic, the tentacles of the squid on the cloak slowly move and make an attack gesture.

"Follow me!" Siegel shouted, "Fight your way out!"

He turned, smashed the wooden door of the room with his hammer, and strode through the broken doorframe to the exit of the arena. With a wave of his hand, Hum motioned for the villagers to follow, and then followed closely behind Siegel. At this moment, there was a noise outside, accompanied by roars and metal clashing. Several nimble gladiators immediately made a choice, following behind the orcs with their weapons. The rest of the people looked at each other, and except for a few who were left in the cell with self-defeat, everyone else slowly followed.

After the burning squid cape, a long procession followed. And in the direction they are heading, there is a darkness of the unknown.