The convoy was obviously in trouble, and even Zhao Mai in the prison car noticed it. After leaving the Otaruk Pass, the vast and large-scale impact sand wasteland was crossing in front of the team. Even with road signs as a guide, the journey was still full of dangers.

The skin on the wheel fell and caused the sand to be trapped by the sand, one slave died; one signpost was off the road, two slaves died; when they were attacked by the sandworms, three slaves died, in addition to the escapees, there were three slaves dead. Texi'an seemed to care about how many slaves were executed, nor did the team's scale decrease repeatedly. At first, some people thought that "I still have some use and won't kill me", but in the end they lost their heads. However, no matter how the number of people was reduced, the transportation progress of the team was not affected.

Everyone had whip marks on their bodies, either light or heavy, or had healed or had just bloomed. In short, it was strange and strange, just like an exhibition hall about whipping. Only two slaves had the least whip on them, and they were isolated by other slaves for this reason. Butcher had a hard black cake, and he grabbed a pottery bowl in his other hand, which contained a questionable brown broth. He dipped it in the cake and chewed it hard.

As a slave who can become a gladiator, he is treated much better than others. For example, others only have pancakes and soup, and there is no meat in it. Another preferential treatment is rest time. Although the length is the same as other slaves, he can take a nap in the afternoon just before the scorching sun and use the cloth shed to avoid the hot and hot high temperatures.

Ricus wanted to talk to other slaves, but everyone preferred to turn his back with whip marks on him. The Muir slave was not angry and came to Butcher with food. "Hey, big guy, are you full?"

Butcher glanced at him and chewed harder.

"I asked, the Templars asked us to attend the Gladiator's Gladiator's Gladiator, which means we will not become coolies, nor will we be sent to the iron ore of Tyr City to work. How is this news?"

"Your requirements are really low, slave." Butcher snorted, looking down on this guy who surrendered first. "You still want to win the championship and become a free man? You are a slave from the bottom of your heart!"

"My mother is a slave, my father is a dwarf slave, and I have indeed been a slave since I was born, and I have no choice."

"You are just afraid of death." Butcher said coldly: "If you choose one of freedom and survival, what would you choose?"

"Hey, your words hurt a little!" Ricas was a little embarrassed and retorted: "Didn't you surrender too? Didn't you choose to survive?"

"No, I can stop my life at any time, but I can't let others die for me." Butcher glanced at the prison car that was imprisoning Zhao Mai and said nodded to Rikasnu. "If I don't survive, how can I save him?"

"But this is too difficult. For some reason, Tesian attaches great importance to Mike and always arranges for someone to guard. And even if he is rescued, where can he escape? It's all deserts, and they have cavalry. As long as they want to chase, they don't have time to cover up the traces." But what really worried the Moors was another thing: "Once Mike escapes, we must run, otherwise we will definitely be implicated as accomplices. Moreover, I have to participate in the Temple Tower competition, and I will always encounter Tesian again. I can't miss the opportunity for competition and freedom."

"Athletics? Do you think if you meet an opponent like me in the arena, you still have the possibility of victory?"

The Muir slave wanted to say that he would win, but he could deceive the enemy, but he would never deceive himself. Butcher's strength and martial arts are very strong, and he seemed to be proficient in the use of various weapons, which was very rare. In the arena, the situation changed constantly, and no one knew what weapon he was holding in the next moment. Butcher was the dangerous character who could kill all sides with a pair of dentures. The Muir only wanted to be comrades with him and could not be an opponent.

"If you help me, I will help you." Butcher endured the weird smell of the broth and drank it all in big gulp. "The owner you need to serve is still in the car. Your so-called master now snatches you from him. Since he can snatch you, you can snatch your victory and freedom, don't forget this."

Riccis pursed his lips and stared at the prison car for a long time, as if his eyes could see through the wood. The half-giant sitting on the top of the log noticed the gaze, glared at him with round eyes, and the remaining arm was waving hard. "This is not easy," Riccis said, "I can't save Mike from it."

"What can you do? Just watch it?" Butcher stood up and didn't want to continue the conversation. "How can you save yourself if you don't save people? You haven't tasted freedom, you don't know how good that is! But what did you do when you keep saying that you want freedom? Ricas, if anyone can really help you in this damn desert, he is suffering under the butt of the half giant."

He walked straight to the other slaves who were eating. The slaves quickly stuffed their food into their mouths and fled in all directions. Butcher suddenly accelerated, grabbed one person like a striking eagle, picked out pancakes from his mouth, stuffed them into his mouth and then went to find the next one. Even a few half-giant slaves were attacked by him, and the food in his hands was lost. Several pancakes were thrown by Butcher and fell into Ricas' arms.

Ricas looked at the food in his arms and hands, and suddenly felt boring. Butcher just walked past him, and didn't even look at the bowl of broth, and now he helped him with more food. He understood that no matter how much he said, if he didn't act, this would be the last time Butcher helped him. Want to be free but not want to take risks. Is this still the champion Ricas in the arena? After seeing a stronger warrior, did he lose his ambition and just want to survive and steadily to the final victory? There is no such cheap thing in the world. If you don't show your value, you won't even have the chance to get through.

He made up his mind, bit the cake hard, stared at the prison car and made plans in his heart.

Through the obstacles of the logs, Zhao Mai knew nothing about what happened outside. He was meditating cross-legged, doing his best to improve his strength. The suppression collar on his neck was still in play, but Zhao Mai found a way to restrain himself. He activated the belt of the high venomous snake, entangled it on the collar, and completely isolated himself from the collar. Although this could not completely block the power of the collar, Zhao Mai was able to restore part of his control over physical and mental strength.

The collar is already tight, and after wrapping it around with an extra circle of revitalizing snakes, it will be tighter. There is a danger of suffocating Zhao Mai at any time. He must do his best to maintain his breathing needs through the natural force, and the same is true for the supernatural power. He just thought this was a weight-bearing training in the extreme state, but this time it was not a long journey, nor was he carrying the luggage of several people.

He gradually realized the situation mentioned in the book Halfling: the limit is the starting point of the spiritual effect. This dirty, suffocating environment full of feces and the huge threat of death at any time prompted his spiritual power to continue to improve and had to be improved. On the other hand, the predatory absorption of the surrounding natural force gradually drifted away on the road to blasphemers, and Zhao Mai had made obvious progress in a short period of time.

The only comfort he had in his heart was the reserve of grain. The puppy was always by his side, using his body temperature and soft fur to keep him calm. If it weren't for the reserve of grain, Zhao Mai would have deviated his spiritual power due to loneliness, slowly becoming a madman, or being eroded by the natural force, and degenerated into a wild beast. Fortunately, Zhao Mai had reserved grain to share the pressure and still maintained himself, but his mind was getting more and more serious about revenge and overthrowing all of this.

The deep thoughts made him pick up more and more memories. The characters he had read in the book gradually corresponded to the characters he saw with his own eyes. As a slave, Rikas always yearned for freedom. After learning that the Witch King wanted to sacrifice blood to everyone, 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 Heart Wood Spear, revealing the heroic era of slave liberation. And Taixi's is a very powerful

The heavy politician kept climbing towards higher power, but the closer he got to the core of the ruling king, the more fear he felt. The witch king wanted to kill everyone, including him. In order to retain his power, he chose Rikas and became a "leader party". After the victory of the revolution, Tesian transformed himself into a transformation, relying on his supreme leader of the Templar, forcing the masked alliance to compromise, and became the new king of Tyr on the premise of agreeing to liberate slaves.

Taixi'an is very thoughtful and is good at using all opportunities to make profits for oneself. Those who think more will think more, those who think more will be suspicious, and those who are suspicious are mostly cautious. Zhao Mai felt grateful at this time. If he hadn't met Taixi'an, a guy who looks unique among the Templars, he would have been different from his head.
Chapter completed!