The Realm of Honesty is a very practical spell in which the recipient can only tell the truth or remain silent. However, in the current situation, more than a dozen heavily armed orc warriors, holding long axes, staring fiercely, who dares to remain silent?

Some strong-willed people can overcome the effects of the spell and tell the lie, but they are confronted with a priest who is proficient in the spell. Just as many nobles have learned how to hide swords in their smiles and honey swords, priests who use the realm of honesty have experience in discerning words and discerning lies. Some Master Spyers may be able to escape the spell without changing their faces, but Siegel can't put his hopes on the spot.

Priests and witch priests have a strong belief in their gods, and even more so in their own spells, but mages never use this mode of thinking. Keeping the secrets of magic has become one of the morbid pursuits of mages, and they naturally don't want the priests of various "true gods" to know about it. Many mages choose ravens when choosing a pet, because of one of its well-known properties: its ability to speak.

Demon pets and mages have a soul-level link, and they can even be said to be two manifestations of the same soul. What the Raven Pet said was what the mage was thinking, and there was no difference between the two. So there is a secret among mages that they use their own magic pets to circumvent the realm of honesty.

This secret is known only to mages, and even to apprentices with magical awakening qualifications, so that they can have a choice when creating their pets. Like ravens, snakes, toads, falcons, etc., among the pets, have hidden secrets that they can bring different conveniences to mages.

Ravens aren't far away, just in time to help in the form of a soul connection.

"Who are you?" the witch priest began.

"Fezak's fucking (son) is Fezak, nicknamed One-Eyed Daddy. Siegel replied in a rhetorical manner. The gaps in his sentence were filled in by the raven in a low voice. As for whether the witch priest heard it or not, it wasn't for the mage to worry about, and Siegel just needed to make sure it was all the truth.

"What are you doing in the arena?"

"I came here to see what was going on, and then (and not) I prepared slaves for General Ka'b. Offering to the god of orcs in the arena can bless the victory of the front-line army. ”

The witch priest nodded, the orcs did have such a tradition. The more blood sacrifices, the more blessings the beast king god will provide. He has been paying attention to the expression of "One-Eyed Daddy Fizak", as a high-level one-eyed witch priest, when he sees another one-eyed person, he has a natural sense of intimacy, even he himself is not aware of it, this can be regarded as an alternative "people gather like like".

"What the hell is going on here?" asked the witch priest, "tell me everything you know." ”

Siegel knew very well in his heart the limits of the Honest Domain's abilities, and at most it could only make people tell the truth, but it did not have the coercive effect of "making peace with others". However, he still has to answer "honestly and fearfully", and he is afraid that he will not tell enough lies.

"I didn't know what was causing it, and the ghostly smoke started to drill into people's bodies. The slaves who are drilled into it will go berserk and start a chaotic fight. It was (by no means) that my devotion to the orc god saved me from possession until the Witch Priest's army arrived. It's a pity that I was just about to buy a slave when I encountered such a thing, so it was difficult to perform gladiatorial battles in the arena, so I had to wait a while. ”

"Whose slave are you going to buy?" the witch priest decided to ask more questions so that he could finally determine the authenticity.

Siegel pointed to the corpse on the ground, and then said, "This is the half-orc I was looking for, named Sagk, a subordinate of the Centurion Steeltoe. He provided me with information that he had a good group of slaves, young and old, male and female, who would perform in the dueling arena. I wanted them to change their owners, so I came here. ”

The witch priest nodded, he was very confident in his spells, and knew that what Fezak said in front of him was everything. The arena is where the souls of the dead in the city of Makabuta gather, and there are countless gladiators who have died here, and it is not surprising that one or two ghosts occasionally appear. Now that the chaos here has subsided, the witch festival has other important things to care about. The battle in Bacon Town has sparked chaos across the wasteland, with many orc forces attacking each other, affecting the strategy of marching south. The siege of the Ironfoot Warlord also caused the situation to begin to develop in a bad direction, and it is normal for Steeltoe, as the commander of the Ironfoot, to want to befriend General Kabu under the two-headed wolf. The One-Eyed Witch Ritual only hopes that the comrades who brought a message to General Skinning will bring the situation back to normal on the front line, and that the four warlords should only be able to clear their seats after the raid is over.

He was just about to turn around and leave, when a question suddenly came to his mind: "Fezak, what are you going to pay the bill with when you come here to buy slaves?" He saw that the one-eyed standing in front of him was not carrying a money bag, and his only waist bag was also deflated, and it seemed that he could not hold much money, so he asked this question.

Siegel was prepared, picked up the dragon's tooth dagger from the ground, and said to the witch priest, "I traded the dagger for a good archer at the auction a few days ago. ”

The witch priest stared at him, snoring and snorting from his mouth. With a smile on his face, Siegel handed the dagger over, and then said, "Lord Witch, I have completed the transaction, this Sagok is dead, and the dagger should naturally be dedicated to the Beastmaster God to show my reverence." ”

"Good. The One-Eyed Witch Priest stuck the dagger in his belt and said to the orc captain beside him, "Give all the ownerless slaves to this devout believer, and then check if there are any undead in this place, and then you can go back." ”

The witch priest turned around and left, and with it the spells of the Realm of Honesty ended. Siegel handed the belt bag to the orc captain, like every human slave who knows how to survive in Makabuda. "Captain, look at my gladiator......"

"Pick it yourself, I don't care about these idle things. The orc captain was satisfied with the money bag, and then said to his subordinates: "Do you hear, Lord Witch asked us to find the undead hidden here, and give me a careful search." If you find a slave or something, you can leave it to this human, so we don't have to bother about it!"

The orcs shouted excitedly, and then scattered in all directions, rummaging through boxes and cabinets in pairs. Since this was an arena and the Three-Eyed Lond was now the owner of the place, they didn't dare to loot, but the wine and food were in ruins. Siegel called Hum Ke and took him to find the orc's fellow village. There were originally more than 300 people in the village, and now less than 70 are still alive in the arena. Siegel gathered them around and quieted them down with the help of Hum.

Since the orc patrol was still nearby, he didn't dare to say or do more. After a while, many slaves came one after another, most of them gladiators who could not contact their masters for a while. The orcs sent them to Siegel regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, and soon gathered nearly two hundred people.

There were orcs and humans, but very few were trained in gladiatorial combat. There was no shortage of women among them, but not a single woman of childbearing age, and for obvious reasons. There were also some teenagers and girls under the age of the young, and the orcs were too lazy to raise "them", so wolves were prepared in the arena and let them perform wolf mouths for the rest of their lives.

Most of the gladiators had resigned themselves to their fate, and they only cared about how many good meals they could eat before they died. The newly captured slaves from the southern side of the Walled Mountains were ignorant, but the sticks and whips had taught them to be quiet. Only the people of the Rock Village, they clearly knew the horror of the arena, and some of them had watched the competition before, and they would also cheer and be extremely excited. But when they were captured as slaves and became victims of the field, no one could laugh, and they were all on the verge of collapse. If it is not handled well, it is likely to cause chaos and affect Siegel's plans.

Originally, Siegel's plan was to set fire to the chaos himself, and use the evil spirits to create even more chaos at any time. But the moment he saw the hum orc, he thought of using the gladiators here to accomplish this task. There were also many ships in the port of Macabda, and even if these people were not crew members, Siegel was able to get them to get the ship up and running with his own command. As a capable boatswain and captain, this self-confidence is not lacking.

"Shut up and listen to me. Siegel flicked the whip, which was taken from Sagke's body. The five-foot-long leather whip snapped in the air, like a thunderbolt that came to mind. Siegel had developed the ability to use a lasso and whip when he put it on, and now he seemed to be on par with the gladiatorial trainers here, so he could impersonate it.

"Now you all belong to me, so give me good obedience. Whatever I tell you to do, you will do at once. Today's performance in the arena has nothing to do with you, so let me lie down and rest. Let me see who's still standing for a while, and everyone won't want to eat!"

With another crack of the whip, all the slaves lay down in unison, like frightened chickens. Siegel was surrounded by their eyes with awe and fear, and his heart was very uncomfortable. Even if I understand that I am acting, I still feel some guilt. He resisted the urge to turn his head away, still frightening the slaves who dared to look at him with a threatening look until everyone bowed their heads. Seeing the bodies of several children trembling with fear, Siegel almost cried with guilt. After the orc patrol left, Siegel also walked a little farther away, hiding his face in the shadows before daring to shed a single tear.

He quickly wiped it with his hand, then took out his pipe and lit it, taking two hard puffs. He needed this method of calming his emotions so that he could gather strength as soon as possible so that he could start acting in the evening. He was determined to save all the slaves in front of him, and he was determined to fight his way out of Makabuda. I hadn't used a spell for a long time, and the excitement of the magical energy flowing through the veins throughout my body had become irrepressible because of the simple spells I had just used. Siegel felt that a firebird was being conceived within him, ready to spread his wings in the dark night and burn the filthy orc city to the ground.

The pipe emitted a flickering glow, reflecting Siegel's grim expression in the smoke.