"Alas~ I have to work again. The boy sighed.

"Hehe, who told us all to be just slaves. Long Yunfeng followed helplessly, but that vision never left Na Bamo's body.

"No. 87, who is he?" the old man couldn't help but ask, pointing at Long Yunfeng.

"He's number 320, the same as us. The boy replied.

"Hehe, you look a little strange. The old man smiled happily at Long Yunfeng, but he felt that Long Yunfeng had a strange feeling, but he couldn't say it.

"Of course, I'm new here. Long Yunfeng replied.

"Alas~ The newcomer has to endure hardships. The old man shook his head helplessly, and as soon as he got up, he was shocked: "Huh, why doesn't it hurt in your body?"

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" the young man asked, puzzled.

"I was in so much pain yesterday that I couldn't stand up, but now I have nothing to do? The old man looked suspicious.

"It's not good, I can do my job today. The boy quipped.

"Hehe, too. The old man smiled slightly.

At this time, all the people in the entire slave area were forced to get up from their deep sleep, and they were accustomed to lifting their spirits.

The fat man walked in with a group of city troops, and said loudly: "Okay, we will work when we are ready, but I want to remind you that due to the urgency of time, we all have to rush to work overnight, if any of you dare to be lazy, be careful of the whip in my hand." ”

Hearing the fat man's words, everyone was frightened, and their expressions were gloomy, not to mention that they were rushing to work overnight, but after a whole day, the whole person was about to fall.

"Come with me, if you behave well, you'll have porridge to eat!" said the fat man.

"There is porridge to eat!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and there was no doubt that this porridge was like a tempting delicacy, and everyone cheered up.

Long Yunfeng was stunned, his fists clenched secretly, and he said fiercely: "Don't worry, what you will eat in the future will be delicacies from the mountains and seas!"

Immediately, all the slaves followed the fat man and his party in the direction of the other side of the slave quarter.

However, what Long Yunfeng didn't expect was that there were so many slaves hidden in this small slave area, and if you counted them, there were probably four or five thousand.

That's right, if Long Yunfeng wants to save these four or five thousand slaves, it's very simple, but what about after rescuing them? Isn't it the same cowardice as before? Therefore, if Long Yunfeng wants to find a suitable opportunity now to stimulate the resistance consciousness of those slaves, then the effect will be different.

After all, in this vast Divine Continent, the place where slaves are owned is not only in the commercial city, but also in the entire continent. If it can be used well, Long Yunfeng will have an extremely large force.

Just thinking about it, Long Yunfeng had already followed the crowd out of the slave area and came to an extremely magnificent place.

It is like a huge building, more than 50 meters high, in the shape of a ring, but around it, there are thousands of city soldiers, and there are no idle people passing by, which shows how special this place is.

"What the hell is this place?" Long Yunfeng wondered in his heart.

Until, when he walked in, Long Yunfeng was shocked.

The huge building in front of me is like the gladiatorial arena in ancient Rome, built in a ring, and can be subdivided into several small strata during the period, each floor is separated by a corresponding pair of dark holes, more than one person is high, it seems that it should be the passage of this gladiatorial arena, each layer is divided into steps, should be for people to sit. Below the building, there is a ring of almost two hundred meters, where there are several small holes, but the entrance is almost like a dog hole.

Seeing this, Long Yunfeng finally figured out why this building existed.

Unexpectedly, in this otherworldly social class, it is still so primitive, not to mention that this gladiatorial arena is the entertainment point of those nobles, just like in ancient Roman times, let those slaves duel in the gladiatorial arena, and even fight prey, that is almost all in exchange for the lives of slaves for the fun of those nobles.

After all, in this thriving commercial city, if there is a gladiatorial arena for entertainment, it is definitely very popular.

It can be seen how sad the fate of these slaves is, and the value of their lives is only to provide entertainment for those nobles. And in this huge gladiatorial arena, I don't know how many slaves' lives have been paid.

Thinking of this, Long Yunfeng couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart.

"Alright, let's get to work, and try to get the work done here in ten days!" the fat man began to shout.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but start complaining.

The arena was only halfway complete, but it would be impossible to complete it in ten days, and if you were to work day and night, it might be okay, but most of the slaves here would be exhausted.

"Aren't you asking for our lives?" cried out a sturdy slave at last.

"Huh?" The fat man's face sank, and he looked at the slave, the whip in his hand couldn't help but clench, and he walked over slowly.

The slave was startled, and finally felt that he had talked too much, and he actually got into trouble, and hurriedly knelt down and begged: "Lord... Master, it's me... It's me who said the wrong thing, I'll work, work hard!"

"It's late!"

The whip in the fat man's hand was flicked so hard that it struck the slave in the face with a snap.

With a cry of pain, the slave fell straight down, leaving a clear trail of blood directly under his face.

However, the fat man did not let the slave go, but continued to rush forward, whipping the slave fiercely, and scolding angrily: "Brute, you despicable dog! I will kill you!"

Smack!smack!~~

Loud noises whipped the slave's bare skin, and the slave rolled on the ground in pain, screaming and screaming, but he had no ability to resist at all.

The surrounding slaves were frightened into silence, after all, this is not the first time this has happened. However, if the fight continued like this, the slave would have been killed.

Long Yunfeng's face sank, and he secretly showed a light in his hand, and he was about to make a move.

Suddenly, an extremely fast figure flashed in front of the fat man, and grabbed the fat man's wrist with one hand.

That's right, it's Bamo.

Everyone was shocked, and the fat man was also stunned, turned around and looked at Bamo coldly, and asked in a deep voice, "Bamo, what do you mean by this?"

"If he fights any more, he'll die!" said Balmor.

"Hmph, to be dead is to die, a lowly slave!" the fat man deliberately raised his voice, obviously reminding all the slaves present.

However, when Bamo heard this, the anger in his body was almost like a volcanic eruption, and he glared at the fat man angrily, oozing a murderous force.

The fat man was frightened, but relying on the power behind him, he still puffed up his chest and shouted fearlessly: "What? What do you want to do? Don't forget, you are just a slave, if you dare to touch me, the city lord will definitely kill you!"

Na Bamo was half angry to death, but he still endured it, and said coldly: "I think my value will be higher than that of you, a fat man, and I don't know who the city lord will kill, don't say that I don't warn you, you don't want to touch the people here, if you delay the construction of the great cause, you can't afford it!"

The fat man was so angry that his face turned red, so he put away his long whip and said fiercely: "Okay, I can not touch them, but after ten days, the construction of the gladiatorial arena must be completed!"

"Okay, you can go, just leave it to me here!" said Bamo.

"Let's go!" the fat man snorted coldly, and left the gladiatorial arena with his entourage.

After the fat man left, Bamo couldn't help but look at the slave, shook his head helplessly, and said loudly: "Okay, brothers, it's time to work!"

Bamo's words were indeed quite authoritative, and with a bang, everyone mustered up their strength and began to work.

But Long Yunfeng's eyes never left Bamo, just now when Bamo was about to get angry, Long Yunfeng actually felt a powerful force hidden in Bamo's body, and it was obvious that he had reached the level of the Holy Domain.

However, Long Yunfeng couldn't understand why Ba Mo had such a strange method to hide his strength so deeply.

But fortunately, Bamo is on the side of the slaves, which means that the plan that Long Yunfeng wants to implement is getting bigger and bigger.

Because the scope of this gladiatorial arena is huge, between each staircase, it takes several people to resist the boulder. Undoubtedly, this is a difficult job, especially under the scorching sun, sweat has been drenched all over the body, and the upper back of ** is burned red by the scorching sun.

Relatively speaking, these hard jobs can still survive on the first day, but the young man and the old man seem to be a little hard, so Long Yunfeng specially selected a group with the young man, secretly transporting their capacity, greatly reducing their burden, and it is getting easier and easier, and at the end of the day, there is no sense of fatigue.

This is very recent.

In the Castle Lord's Mansion, in the Castle Lord's Hall.

The slave-owning fat man went straight in, and was startled when he saw that Otter and Berserk were there.

"Brother, why are you here?" asked Ott.

The fat man came back to his senses, and he told him about today's events as if he were stirring up discord, and then he felt happy.

After hearing this, Ott pondered for a while, and then said, "Well, you can go down." ”

Luo was stunned for a moment, but seeing that the city lord's face was not very good, he was secretly proud in his heart, so he bowed respectfully and retreated.

After leaving, Wild War narrowed his eyes and asked Ott, "City Lord, how much do you know about this slave named Bamo?"

Ott replied: "This Bamo was born as a slave, and he has been here for almost five years, and he enjoys a certain status among slaves, and he has helped me a lot here, I think he should have no problem, not to mention that he is just a little Sword Emperor junior, and he can't make any waves." ”

"Yes. Furious Zhan nodded, and said cautiously: "After all, this Bamo is also born as a slave, so let's be more careful in the future." By the way, I need to retreat and cultivate during this time, maybe I may have to break through, and the matter of the gladiatorial arena will trouble you, the city lord. ”

"Breakthrough?" Ott was taken aback and arched his hand: "Hehe, then congratulations to the mad patriarch, and his strength has improved one step further." ”

"Hmph, my third brother has been killed! I must find the murderer! This is what matters most!" Wild Zhan's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of anger.

Don't forget, more than half a year ago, a large sub-clan force in the Berserk clan in the mercenary city was completely destroyed, causing a serious blow to the entire huge cause of the Berserk clan.