Yesterday afternoon, Tager played a big role in bewitching Viscount Timba. In the evening, Viscount Timba, according to the order of His Majesty Luther III, spread the news of rewarding and reorganizing the Revenge Legion throughout the royal city. The members of the Avengers Legion were overjoyed, while the remaining soldiers of the City Defense Force and the Guards Legion were filled with jealousy and hatred, and they made a fuss all night.
It was even more lively on the second day. The large barrels of beer pulled from various taverns in the royal city, as well as the potatoes in small pots and pots, and slices of beef, mutton, and pork were transported into the camp of the Imperial Guards for accumulation. Like a mountain. Tager also asked Cheerva, Dre and others to go around to requisition the cooks of the tavern, buy all kinds of banquet supplies such as fruits and vegetables, and prepare for a big feast at night.
Thanks to the good news that Viscount Timba wanted to reward the soldiers of the Revenge Corps with wine and meat, the number of people who went to join the army in one day today is as many as 700 people. This news made Luther III very satisfied, as long as there are this number for four or five consecutive days , The Avengers Legion is full.
Viscount Timba was also very happy. He got 5,000 gold coins from his brother-in-law Luther III, but he only gave Tager 1,000, but he asked Tager to prepare according to the amount of three wine and meat rewards. Obtained Tager's warrant to act cheaply.
Tagle did not disappoint him, and spent a little money to get in touch with the stewards of the material warehouse in Xicheng District, and then moved a large amount of coarse grains from the warehouse to order the chef to make large batches of multi-grain bread, and bought a lot of salted fish Dry. By the time it was planted at five o'clock in the afternoon, all the preparations had been completed, and the entire camp of the Praetorian Guards fell into a cheerful banquet atmosphere.
Viscount Timba, the protagonist of the Rewarding Revenge Corps, will naturally come here to inspect it in person, and toast to all the legionnaires to boost their morale, and announce the rewards they will receive after their meritorious service and the strict enforcement of military discipline that will soon begin. It's just that Viscount Timba didn't focus on these trivial matters. He carefully checked the rewards received by the soldiers, and found that each soldier had a piece of barbecue or stewed meat, as well as a fruit and vegetable salad. There was a piece of steamed dried salted fish, a catty of roasted potatoes and a glass of beer. As for how much coarse grain bread to eat, he couldn't help frowning.
Tagle thought that Viscount Timba was dissatisfied with the amount and weight of the reward, and when he was about to explain, he was pulled aside by Viscount Timba and scolded severely. Because Viscount Timba thinks there are too many rewards, why do you want fruits and vegetables? Why do you want salted fish? Isn’t so much coarse grain bread a waste? If you are more strict, you can cut the portion of the meat in half. As for the potatoes, you should add more water to it, so that one portion can be doubled. Even three copies...
Viscount Timba hated iron and steel and said to Tagle that if his housekeeper was to do this, at least four to five hundred gold coins could be saved from the one thousand gold Ford. It would be too much to waste on these rough billets It's such a pity. Looking at the background of Viscount Timba's carriage leaving angrily, Tager felt that his perception of these big slave-owner nobles had been refreshed again. He smiled wryly and shook his head. The wine and meat reward of more than 20,000 people is not a small amount like what he said to Viscount Timba. He has already filled in all the 1,000 gold blessings and spent more than 400 of the family funds. , after all, this is the last feast in the life of the soldiers of the shameful legion, so people have to eat better, right
The camp of the Praetorian Guards has been closed since the evening, but there are still many soldiers from the city defense force who took advantage of the loopholes to enter the camp. Tager didn't care, and ordered to let go of drinking, anyway, there is plenty of wine. After drinking until about ten o'clock in the evening, the noisy camp finally gradually calmed down, and almost most of the soldiers were drunk and fell asleep. No one is on guard, no one is on guard, and no one is on duty. In the royal city, no one has the slightest sense of vigilance.
The slave gladiators who had been waiting for a day were dispatched under the leadership of Lorist. El opened the side back door in the camp of the Praetorian Guards, and a slaughter feast was waiting for these red-eyed slave gladiators.
The blood flowed over the ground inch by inch. This is a real river of blood, and there are corpses everywhere...
An hour ago, this place was still a carnival venue full of people, but at this moment it became a killing field, and people in the drunkenness lost their lives with joy.
The sound of vomiting came from behind, and even the slave gladiator, who had sworn before departure that he would pay his debts with blood and would never show mercy, became more and more hesitant in this silent killing, and even felt sick and wanted to vomit.
Killing an enemy in a drunken dream is very simple, just put the long sword against the junction of his shoulder blade and throat and press down obliquely, ensuring that he will die quickly and without pain. But let you kill twenty in one go, or even more, then even the self-proclaimed most iron-blooded slave gladiator will start to soften...
This is a living human life, not killing chickens. Even though these drunken people are slave-hunting band members and brutal mercenaries that slave gladiators hate the most, but at this moment when they are snoring and intoxicated in sleep with idiot smiles on their faces, facing A slave gladiator with a sword is as defenseless as a baby.
"This is murder, not fighting..." Finally, a slave gladiator threw away the long sword in his hand and knelt on the bloody muddy ground: "I would rather fight them face to face than take them away silently." life…”
"Because you see yourself as a warrior, that's why you think so." Lorist appeared beside this slave gladiator, his deep voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to more than a thousand slaves present. Fighter's ear: "But you are wrong. It is not innocent people who are drunk on the ground now, but bloody beasts with bloody hands. They bear the souls of countless old, weak, women and children. Think about how they rushed into In a peaceful village, how to kill and plunder other people's freedom, in their eyes, you are not their kind, but two-legged cattle and sheep that bring them wealth...
Think about your relatives and companions who died at their hands, think about the cannibalism between you and your companions in the arena but it has become a show that makes these animals laugh, then will you still be soft? Pick up your long sword. As a warrior, your responsibility is to fight for yourself and your companions. These people on the ground are just beasts in human skin. Every time you kill one, innocent people will be more safe. ..."
The slave gladiator who discarded his long sword picked up his long sword again with shame on his face, and the silent killing continued... …
"Hurry up the action ahead..." An anxious urging voice came from behind, as if deeply dissatisfied with the hesitation and slowness of the more than a thousand slave gladiators who played the role of executioner. Nearly a hundred soldiers of the Norton family, wearing the bronze breastplates of the Praetorian Guardsmen, came out more and more. Without the bronze helmets, they were expressionless and indifferent like puppets. Their long swords fell one after another, and the drunks on the ground gathered in groups. lost their lives.
The silver moon above her head seemed unable to bear to witness the killing under her nose, hiding her brilliance behind the faint clouds, but the dim red crescent of the blood moon in the sky became brighter and brighter.
Now only one-third of the camp has been cleared, but more than an hour has passed. No wonder Fatty Shi behind him is anxiously urging. He is responsible for leading more than 2,000 young and strong slaves waiting to move the granary and arsenal behind the camp. , but also prepare to strip better equipment and armor from the corpses on the ground. What he was most worried about was alarming the enemies in the camp and falling into a melee, which would make his operation of transporting supplies fall short.
The two thousand young and strong slaves were the result of his hard work last night. Behind the arena is the shack area where the slaves live in Wangcheng, where the homes of the five or six hundred slaves who worked in the arena are located. It's just that the slave area is under the surveillance of the city defense brigade of the north city wall. Standing on the city wall from a high position, it can be said that the movement of the slave area can be seen at a glance.
But this is not a problem for Fatty Shi. He sent several trusted slaves to enter the slave area with the golden gladiators Giros and Mason who pretended to be slaves, and then found the location of the sewer and dug it from top to bottom in a hidden shack. A passage was opened, and more than 3,000 nearby slaves were secretly transferred to the underground cell, preparing sufficient labor for the next transportation task.
Lorist walked around the camp recklessly, swinging the long sword in his hand casually, and from time to time, a little bit of starburst burst out from the tip of the sword, sinking into the throat and forehead of the drunk soldier who fell on the ground. It's not a big deal, Loris The special long sword has harvested nearly a hundred lives.
Killing these drunks Lorist didn't have any mental pressure at all, just like playing a game from his previous life. He felt that these were all NPCs, so killing them was no big deal. What he didn't realize was that Lorist's eyes became redder and redder at some point, revealing a bloody smell, which made people shudder, but he just felt that everything in front of him seemed to be covered up. A veil of blood-red veil...
Lorist stopped. At this moment, his thoughts and mental responses spread in all directions like quicksilver, and soon occupied the entire camp of the Praetorian Guards. There were one or two hundred people in the front camp who were still not drunk. A goat is roasting around the bonfire. There are a few people in the barracks on the left who are washing their bodies and preparing to go to bed. On the stove on the right, a dozen cooks are preparing to cook a sumptuous supper for themselves. Two slaves secretly took a bone and devoured the old, tough and scorched meat on it.
Strange, how does this feel so similar to the feeling when he killed the 300 people on that ship when he drove Dawn's Flying Fish to break out from the encirclement of the Chickard Chamber of Commerce fleet in Hidden Gold Bay? It was as if everything was under my control, and I even knew very well what those people were about to do, but at that time I was a bastard, and although I knew I was killing people, my consciousness couldn't control me like it is now body of,
Lorist squatted down, stood up, stretched out his hands, bent down, lowered his head, turned sideways, and finally stretched out his fingers to grab a few in mid-air, making sure that he could easily control every movement of his body. Well, I remember that I encountered real danger on the boat, more than 300 people swarmed up and had no way to retreat under the sword, so I forced myself into that blood-red world. But now it was just an easy killing, how could he have brought himself into this strange blood-red world? And I still feel so sober and free
Lorist didn't think about things that he couldn't figure out, since he entered this blood-red world, he shouldn't waste it. Lorist bowed his body, his whole body was like a puff of smoke, he disappeared from the spot at dusk, and when he reappeared, he was already at the bonfire at the front of the camp, his figure turned around, and he was roasting mutton and drinking ale. The two hundred or so people suddenly froze at that moment, and then fell to the ground one after another. The ale in the hand of one of them splashed on the bonfire when he fell down, and a flame shot up high...
One of the more than ten cooks over there looked up, just in time to see the scene where everyone was lying on the ground, his face suddenly became terrified, and he was about to open his mouth to shout, when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, with a cold long knife The sword was inserted into his mouth, and the point of the sword protruded from the back of his head.
After cooking the dozen or so cooks, Lorist remembered that there were two living people at the stove, and they appeared beside the stove in a blink of an eye. When he looked around, he saw the two skinny slaves with whip marks on their bodies. Hiding in the innermost part, they were gnawing happily on a bone, and they still had the mark of a slave branded on their left shoulders.
Lorist swung his long sword horizontally, and lightly slapped the backs of the two slaves' heads, and the two slaves passed out holding their bones. This is a helpless move. If you want to save them, you have to knock them out first and take them out of here. Otherwise, there will only be two consequences for them to see the corpses everywhere and the ruthless killing. One is to be scared crazy and the other is to scream Yell, that would add a lot of trouble to Lorist...
The killing finally ended at two o'clock in the middle of the night. Lorist had already withdrawn from the blood-red world. This time he didn't fall down on the ground and sleep for days and nights like last time, but his expression was a bit pale. Pale, feeling very mentally exhausted, now he is just trying to support himself, watching his family soldiers vomit and peel off pieces of leather armor and equipment from the corpses on the ground.
The slave great swordsman Hughes came to Lorist's side, his face was also very pale.
"very tired?"
Hughes Dajiansi shook his head: "I didn't feel tired physically, but when I saw the corpses everywhere, I found that I didn't feel happy at all. I don't know why, I killed so many members of the slave hunting team that I hate. , but I don't feel the pleasure of revenge at all, and I even feel a little tired... "
Lorist laughed dryly: "Yes, more than 1,000 of us killed more than 20,000 people. This is an amazing record, and none of us was injured. It's just that none of the enemies has the power to fight back. Let us I feel that victory is unwarranted. And we are fighters, not butchers. This kind of unilateral killing makes many people unbearable. Or, you can take those slave gladiators back first. The killing tonight is a very big deal for them. Big thrill…”
Looking in the direction of Lorist's finger, most of the familiar slave gladiators sat on the ground without chewing, and a few slave gladiators leaned together and wept silently...
Hughes Great Swordsman looked at the soldiers of the Norton family again, and couldn't help sighing: "My lord, your family's armed forces are really elite, they are very strong and well-trained, and the killing just now did nothing to them. little impact."
"Because they firmly believe that what they are doing is right." Lorist said with pride: "Killing these beasts is like killing those monsters that invaded our family's territory. The more they kill, the family members and family members they want to protect A good life is safer, and our Norton family never feels sorry for our enemies, because only dead enemies are the best enemies... "
"Well, only dead enemies are the best enemies, Lord Locke, this sentence is really domineering!" Hughes boasted.
"We did the same." Lorist said with a faint smile, "Come on, let's go to the back and see how many things Schrader and the others have moved back."
"By the way, you two come here. There are two slaves beside the stove. I knocked them unconscious. Take them to the arena."
"Yes, my lord."
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