Low alarms sounded in various mines in the Black Mountain Mine, and dazzling red lights flashed continuously. Countless human slaves who were wielding tools to dig out ore straightened up, dropped the weapons in their hands, and looked at the place where the alarm came from with a subtle expression.
Large groups of elf slaves push baggage carts rapidly through the mines. On the baggage carts are sets of fine armors, sharp weapons, and a large number of strong bows, crossbows, and arrows.
There are even a large number of human witch sticks stacked on these baggage vehicles. Most of the witch sticks made from the bones of various beasts emit powerful fluctuations of witch power. Many witch sticks seem to have sensed the smell of blood and are beating uneasily. .
Among the human slave workers, those who have inherited human witchcraft, or whose tribes were conquered by slave hunting teams and became slaves, these powerful wizards who are proficient in witchcraft walked out of the crowd one after another. They recited incantations, and their bodies were either surrounded by ghost fire, or there was a gloomy wind, or there were all kinds of weird sounds coming from their bodies.
The witchcraft staffs suddenly started beating, and they flew towards these witchcraft sacrifices with the witchcraft aura that best suited their own attributes.
The witch priests held the witch stick tightly, and powerful witch power was poured into the witch stick. Their witch power spurted out from their bodies crazily, turning into lightning, thunder, fire, poisonous mist and dark wind, circling and flying around them crazily.
A large number of witchcraft-blessed robes, witchcraft helmets made from the skeletons of various beasts and raptors, various strange witchcraft talismans and other objects flew toward these witchcraft sacrifices. They quickly put on a full set of witchcraft equipment and were armed to the teeth.
Sets of heavy armor were distributed. The mine slaves put on armor, helmets, combat boots, grabbed spears and swords, and put on strong bows and crossbows. The originally unarmed and ragged mining slaves immediately became Heavily armed elite warriors.
There were also a large group of cultivator pharmacists running nervously among the crowd. They handed potions one after another to some burly men among the mine slaves who were obviously much bigger than the tribesmen. These big men drank the potion, and the toxins used by the aliens to seal their power were quickly dissolved. Powerful breaths spurted out, and the sound of boiling blood like a rushing river suddenly sounded in the mine.
The Witch King and even the Witch Emperor-level mine slaves raised their weapons, looked up to the sky and roared happily.
In the mines, which are as dense as a spider web and a thousand times more complex than a maze, there are many hidden places where some strong human beings who have been hiding for many years quietly walked out of their hiding places. These strong human beings were born in the mines. Their elders have never given up their efforts to escape from the mines. They have received the most brutal warrior training since childhood and received the most abundant rations. There are many strong ones among them.
These strong human beings who were born in the mines and have lived in the mines all their lives, whose only ideal is to lead their tribesmen to escape from this dark hell, gathered together in a tacit understanding. They put on armors, picked up weapons, and quickly fought with their tribesmen. Come together.
"Ancestor bless us, this time we must leave this damn place... This time, we will make those alien evil spirits pay with their blood!" An old witch with white hair and old age might break into pieces at any time. Ji Shi held a witch's staff tightly, and his whole body exuded a terrifying pressure that made people shudder.
"The ancestors bless us, so that we old immortals can return to our ancestral land, and our souls can enjoy the offerings of future generations in the ancestral temple. Even if I die, I will die in the place where our ancestors lived." Another The old shaman priest murmured nonchalantly: "My grandfather told me that we are the noble Xiong clan, and we are the descendants of the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan... We will eventually go back to that land."
"Bless us, our ancestors, from the Taotie Tribe of the Western Wilderness. We have been here for generations and want to return to the Western Wilderness. Even if we die, we want to see our ancestral land before we die." Another old witch offered sacrifice. He muttered in a low voice: "With the blessing of the two ancestors, our wish will come true, so that our descendants can live freely in our ancestral land."
Prayers for 'Ancestor Bless' were heard everywhere, and there were many spirit slaves in the crowd holding the portraits of Hua Taoist and Wood Taoist devoutly. From time to time, human slaves knelt down and worshiped their portraits. Above countless extremely pious human slaves, there were faintly twisted rays of light spurting out, quickly converging into a wave of faith and sinking into the void.
The mines were full of human slaves who prayed and worshiped devoutly. Hundreds of Taoist priests in robes and long hair were mixed in the crowd. Their bodies were trembling slightly, and their excited faces turned red.
The huge power of faith penetrated the void and gathered on Hua Taoist and Mu Taoist. Only a tiny bit of the power of faith was poured into the bodies of these Taoists. Even this tiny bit of power of faith gave these Taoists great benefits.
They suddenly found that their souls had become more solidified, their Taoist hearts had become more stable, and their thinking had become more agile. The confusion about the avenue that had troubled them for a long time was suddenly solved, and their understanding of the wonderful principles of heaven and earth suddenly reached a new level.
Their bodies trembled slightly, powerful magic power surged through their bodies, and suddenly a Taoist laughed happily: "Blessed by the Patriarch!"
A golden stream of air rushed out from the man's head, turning into a golden cloud with a radius of several acres above his head. A golden lotus slowly bloomed on the cloud, and the powerful fluctuations of mana blew away the bodies of the surrounding human mine slaves. There was a sway.
An older Taoist priest hurriedly scolded: "Restrain, restrain, don't show any abnormality at this moment, restrain yourself quickly!"
The Taoists suppressed the ecstasy in their hearts. They suppressed the breath in their bodies and resisted the urge to break through the realm. They also picked some armor from the baggage cart and wore it on their bodies, mixed in with the ranks of the mine slaves, and ran forward along the spacious mine tunnel.
Below the City of Lords, Ye Motian and other leaders of the Glory Lords Association looked reservedly at the warriors pouring in from exits from all directions.
Battalions of Jia clan elites, large groups of Dark clan warriors, and countless armed human warriors. They lined up neatly and lined up next to Ye Motian and others.
"Boss, we have spent countless money here over the years." A young man from the Yu tribe came to Ye Motian and muttered: "The slaves in the Heishan mine, what they eat and drink on weekdays are comparable to those in Liangzhu The daily lives of ordinary people in the city are even better. Good wine, good meat, and good medicines to help them improve their strength. We have spent a lot of money on them."
"We promise that as long as they obey our orders, they will all become free citizens in the future!" The Yu tribe youth murmured: "These guys are now our most loyal thugs!"
Ye Motian looked with satisfaction at the extremely energetic human warriors around him. He waved his arms vigorously and shouted loudly: "You humble natives, I allow you to follow my glory... From today on, you are me. , the direct personal army of the great Lord Yemotian."
"I give you the name - Dominate the Legion!"
(End of chapter)