Author: Sibai Mama

The slaves rushed towards the weapon stand as soon as possible. Some picked up spears, which could protect themselves within a safe range. They were bare-handed and a little scratch on their bodies would affect their ultimate life and death.

Some have grabbed the leather shield, which is light enough to protect against the stabbing of bows and arrows and spears, and protect their lives.

The crazier one was holding a chain hammer. This was the slave who was betting on Xiduo Haishui. He grabbed the chain hammer and rushed towards the slave closest to him. He threw the chain hammer from left to right with the iron nail.

The slave subconsciously raised his knife to resist, but was easily knocked away by the chain hammer, and then the chain hammer hit his jaw.

puff!

The head was shattered and blood was splattering.

The headless corpse fell to the ground shaking.

"Ah!" A woman screamed, and she hid in her male companion's arms. The male companion hugged her to comfort her. It was impossible to tell whether the scream was sincere.

The lady's scream was just a guide, followed by the howl of mountains and tsunamis.

"Smash his head!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The scene was completely excited, and Xi Duo, who was sitting next to Li Qi, also shouted excitedly. He said to Li Qi: "Haha, please integrate into this place, Li Qi!"

Li Qi was not very comfortable when he died. Although he had controlled the corpse and killed his teacher before, he did not like to kill people. If it was not necessary, he would not like to watch people die, especially as it is now.

Meaningless death.

The battle was very fierce. The slaves who had already killed three people and the corpses on the ground were his masterpiece.

On the other hand, the black-haired slave who was betting on Li Qi turned around and ran away after snatching two small knives, and the fight seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Li Qi admired his fighting style very much and first made sure he survived, but others could not accept it. They wanted to roar, see blood, flying broken limbs, smashed heads, rather than hiding guys.

Finally, other slaves discovered the black-haired slave hiding in the corner and rushed over with a scimitar. It was a strange knife used by the grassland warriors on the Enduo Plateau. If they didn't use it, they would definitely hurt themselves first. Under the slave's crotch

There is no grassland war horse, but the running speed of both legs is not slow.

"Cut off that guy's head!" someone shouted.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Cowards are not popular here.

However, the slave running with a scimitar suddenly fell to the ground, and his body rolled forward for a short distance even though he fell to the ground.

The slave was dead, and the corpse's forehead was penetrated by a knife.

There was a moment of silence, and then screaming and cheering began. No matter who died, it was the same for the audience, as long as someone died.

The black-haired slave walked over, bent down on the body and pulled out the knife, and then retracted back into his corner.

"A throwing master," Xido Haishui said in surprise: "You have a good vision, Li Qi."

"I didn't expect it," Li Qi replied.

The Super Knight Mustang even commented: "Everything will become terrifying in his hands."

A throwing master who has won the recognition of the extraordinary knights? Li Qi is very interested in it.

In the field, three slaves found the black-haired slaves. They slowly surrounded them with weapons. The black-haired slave also became very cautious because he only had two flying knives.

The slave holding a chain hammer in the distance was already in trouble, and many people besieged him to the spot. Xi Duo sighed for this and then went to see another one.

Just when there were still ten steps away, the black-haired slave suddenly took action, and the two slaves who besieged him fell down at the same time. The precise throwing method was so scary that it didn't even need to aim. As long as you throw it casually, you will definitely win.

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The remaining slave saw that the black-haired slave had no weapons, and yelled and rushed up.

The black-haired slave without a knife suddenly fell into a tough battle. He could only dodge and then be stabbed into his shoulder by a long sword.

But at the moment he was stabbed, he had already dodged to the corpse of a fallen slave, rolled around on the ground to pick up a scimitar, twisted his body, and rubbed it against the scimitar.

The knife was inserted into the ground, and the slave's head slid down, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

The battle has been going on for a long time, and the scorching sun at noon is baking everyone.

The corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of feces that could not be controlled when people died, drifted to every audience.

In the end, the battle ended with a black-haired slave flying knife, but he was also seriously injured.

After 13 Silver Months, Li Qi took the money and asked Xiduo Haishui: "Will the slaves in this arena be sold?"

"It is generally impossible to sell." Xiduo shook his head: "And I advise you not to buy it. They are not subject to discipline, and some will even kill their masters. They are wild and difficult to tame. Of course, if you bid high enough, they will definitely agree.

But just like the game we just watched, a slave will have at least 20 silver moons."

"How many?" Li Qi thought he had heard it wrong.

The slaves he bought before were only 2 or 3 silver months, and the cheapest ones were even free for free. That was two or three hundred bronze stars. The porcupine brought everyone to a meal of black bread. The price was that.

"Why, do you want to buy a slave and go back?" Xi Duo saw Li Qi's thoughts.

"I'm very optimistic about that"

Li Qi pointed at the black-haired slave.

The extraordinary knight Mustang Ranshi, who had been beside the two, said: "He is almost dead."

The situation of the black-haired slave was indeed a little bad at this time. His stomach was cut and his intestines were not exposed. Judging from the state of the black-haired slave, as the extraordinary knight said, he was almost dead.

It is hard to save the gods.

"If you were just a slave who was about to die, you would definitely be much cheaper," said Xi Duo.

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The champion accepts cheers, while the loser's body enters a pit and is buried at will.

But inside the arena, the champion who won the battle covered his stomach alone, leaning against the corner of the wall, waiting quietly for his life to pass away.

The chains on the door were opened and the slave owner walked in: "From today, this jazz is your master."

The slave owner didn't look at him at all. It was true that he hadn't died yet and quickly exchanged for money.

The visitor was wearing leather boots, exquisite robe, and a badge with a porcupine pattern on his chest.

A nobleman!

"Hurry up!" The slave owner picked up the whip and wanted to whip, but the nobleman frowned and said, "It's 5 Yinyue who lives, but if he dies..."

"He is dead, how dare I collect your money? Honorable lord~" the slave owner said respectfully.

"No, the silver moon is already yours, but if you kill my slave and violate the interests of a noble, you will be sent to the gallows."

The slave owner smiled and said repeatedly that he didn't dare.

But the black-haired slave knew that it was time to stand up. He covered the wound on his stomach and walked out. Even if every step he took, the severe pain would squeeze out a large area of ​​sweat hidden in his body, but he still held it back.

Following the nobleman, as the nobleman said, the other party spent 5 silver months to buy himself, and now he is his.

Along the way, the pain made his consciousness weaker and weaker. He only knew that he had followed the nobleman far away, left the arena, and walked on the bustling street.

The crowd avoided him in fear, looked at him in disgust, or looked at him in distress.

They finally came to a remote and uninhabited path, and could see a castle in the distance, which was the residence of the nobles and something he could not touch in his life.

There were several carriages and guards nearby, and they were waiting quietly.

"What's your name?" the nobleman stopped and asked.

"Dog" replied the black-haired slave. He realized that his voice was so weak.

The noble continued to ask, "Do you know you're about to die?"

"Know" the dog is still standing.

"If you were to seek medical treatment when you first left the arena, you might be able to survive. I wanted to buy you as soon as possible, but the slave owner was willing to let go and sell you to me until he was sure you were about to die." The nobleman said.

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The dog didn't know whether the nobles were saying true or not. He was dizzy and he was reluctant to stand.

The nobleman said, "What do you want to ask?"

"I'm dying, why do you want to buy me?"

"I need your body," said the noble.

"You have bought me." The dog didn't care about what the nobles said at all. He was just a slave. Slaves had no freedom except suicide: "It was you who asked me to leave that place. That was my dream forever, so I

After death, the body is yours."

"You may also be reborn in another way," the nobles said, and then he said, "Get into the car, try to persevere for a while, and take a few more glances at this unequal world, and to make it easier.

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For freshness?

This was the first time the dog was lying on the carriage board that was cleaned up for him, looking at the sky.

My thoughts gradually spread, I remembered when I was a child, I remembered the past few years, and I remembered the battle today.

It seems that he died like this, it seems to be a bad idea.
Chapter completed!