Late at night, the wind blew across the noise, and the flames burned, forming a sea of ​​fire.

Tatasia.

The fired buildings illuminate a messy street, and from time to time the building remains fell off the walls. Pedestrians ran past the long street to rescue relatives or friends who were crushed in the ruins. For a moment, there were screaming everywhere, and residents who were fortunately unaffected were panicked, lying on their own windows, standing on the high floor and looking from a distance.

A huge ravine crosses the entire city like a scar.

The huge circular arena broke through the walls of the gap, and the bricks and stones fell off, like falling into a quiet pond, splashing waves and surging. From far and near, squatting figures stood up, looking at the fire-lit sky outside, and the stars were covered with night.

"free--"

In the dark cell, the tender and hoarse female voice shouted. After a moment, the sound of iron chains swaying sounded one after another. Someone suddenly roared. A hairless and strong slave teared the iron chains on his feet hard, trying to pull them open, and rushed out of the gap. Someone even supported each other with his companions, dragging his hands and anklets and leaning over.

Just as the crowd was surging, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded in the aisle between the prisons on both sides. The guards of the arena rushed over with weapons. They opened the prison door, raised the iron rod for training, and whipped the heads of the nearby slaves, slashed the crowd hard, and rushed towards the gap there.

"Get out of the way, and then all lie on the ground-"

"Damn the dog-headed slave! Take your dirty hands off the chain!"

The iron rod hit the head of a furry and long-mouthed monster. Blood exploded and flowed all over his head. The crowded slaves around him showed a look of panic and tried desperately to distance themselves from the guards who rushed in.

Some of them were unavoidable and were affected by sticks. A figure with two heads held the other head that was beaten, made a baby cry, struggled to fall to the ground, and rushed to the guards, stepping over him with their feet. A good slave rushed up to help him, and then was hit by the iron stick that was swung away, with blood in the corners of his eyes.

In the gap ahead, the slaves who had rushed to the cave clashed with the guards who were coming, beating and screaming. Suddenly, a thin figure crossed the crowded slaves. The guards who were beaten by the slaves raised their faces. What reflected in their vision was a dirty face and weapons without a knife.

The scimitar wrapped in a coarse cloth and stabbed into his body.

"Uhhhhh--"

A shrill cry came from the guard's mouth, and the iron rod was swung away on the girl's shoulder, knocking her to the ground, the slave who was originally beaten by the guard's feet took the opportunity to overturn him, pulled out the weapons from the guard's waist, and chopped it down with one knife according to the guard's neck covering the wound.

His head rolled past his dirty barefoot with blood.

Around the surroundings, the panicked slaves witnessed this scene, their bodies trembled. Their years of slavery career made them feel natural fear of this group of people. And once they had conflicts with the guards, many slaves would be implicated, and the lowest punishment would be for a few days without food.

Now, it's dead.

Nearby, other arena guards who were still beating and dispersing, saw their companions being cut off to the end, and they let out a roar, threw away the iron stick in their hands, pulled out the weapons from their waists, and rushed directly towards the slave who was wielding his sword.

The slave blocked it, staggered back with his weak body, and fought with another guard twice. He was injured in his arm and was stabbed in the chest. Then he was kicked in the back by the guards surrounded by other directions and threw himself to the ground.

A tall guard with a chest exposed came over with a blade without a knife, and stepped on the slave's back: "This is what you asked for, slave!" When his arms were raised, the blade was about to be swung down, his head was suddenly hit by a heavy object, and half of the brick fell to the ground with blood. Not far away, the girl who had been knocked to the ground before had red eyes, like a wounded wild cat, holding the scimitar wrapped in coarse cloth in both hands, and stood there with her bent down. Even though her body was trembling in fear, she didn't move a step.

The white teeth opened with the dirty lips and the voice shouted again.

"free!!!"

The tender and hoarse voice echoed in the dark cell among the vast slaves. The slaves standing in the front row looked at their companions lying in pools of blood, the hideous guards in front, the dense stars and dazzling fires outside the huge gap.

A fresh night wind blew in, and some old slaves were shaking their beards. He hadn't seen the outside world for many years.

Even if it was just a glance now, the water stains overflowed from the corners of my eyes, and my trembling lips stammered, and I let out a gentle voice: "Free..."

Then, his lips were pursed tightly and opened again, the sound became louder, and a hysterical shout came out.

"free--"

The originally panicked slave stood there, and the panic gradually dissipated in this sound. When the old and tender female voices rang out, thousands of people held their breath in their chests, and almost at the same time, they shouted out.

"free!!!"

A huge crowd surged in the dark cell and rushed towards more than a dozen guards there. When the guard holding weapons waved his blade and injured a slave, he was then flooded by the crowd of people who rushed over. He struggled, his limbs and head were pulled out of his body by countless hands and threw it into the air.

More guards were also swallowed up in this instant.

Someone touched the key on his body, opened his arms and anklets, and threw them to other slaves. Seeing this, the guard standing at the entrance of the cave finally showed fear on his face. He turned around and ran out, blew the spoon, and issued an alarm.

However, at this time, the slave who untied his arms and anklets picked up the iron rods, blades and other weapons on the ground, rushed out of the cage in reverse, opened the other prisons, and invited more slaves to participate.

The turbulent tide began to spread in the arena. Feichi, the son of the marquis' housekeeper, heard the alarm and put on his clothes. Before he could ask about his subordinates, people from the slave area fled back in panic.

"The wall was broken, and our people went to guard the entrance of the cave, but the slaves rioted and killed the guards... Now it was already in chaos over there, and they were rushing to the arsenal."

"Why not stop it?!"

"There are too many slaves... There is no consumption during this period. There are more than 5,000 slaves imprisoned, and the guards of the arena cannot resist at all!"

Such words are actually meaningless. On the other side of the arena that Feiqi looked at, flames began to burn, and among the swaying fire, figures rushed and shouted, forming an angry tide.

Countless slaves rushed out of the prison and broke into the warehouse where the weapons were stored.

The body hit the arena gate without fear of pain.

The weapons and slaves wearing armor waved their blades, formed a small team of scattered guards, crushing them outside the arena. The once dirty girl was wearing leather armor and standing in front of the crowd with the scimitar.

He led the figures behind him to the street. At this time, the soldiers in the city had already received a response. They had already gathered together in the chaos and guarded the important roads. However, before the riots of slaves in the street had been checked, the surging tide rushed over.

After resisting for a moment, they were killed by these extremely fierce people with one breath.

"Go to the city gate!"

The girl shouted in the team, and everyone understood that as long as they broke through the last door, they would be really free.

The sword light slashed through the chaos of the city, and suddenly the slave riots appeared in the city. The flames ignited after the fight ignited the entire city with the night wind.

Countless crowds gathered and dispersed, and the chaos reached the extreme. The cavalry of Tatasia was unable to run in the city at a speed, and the slaves who were surging by now had already rushed to the vicinity of the city gate.

No hesitation or shouting.

Countless running steps remained slow, and the Tatasian soldiers who had already formed a formation and waited in front of them, directly hit them. The slaves who rushed on the front line held a shield and slapped them together like the tide of guns that were piercing the reefs.

Boom boom boom boom-

The sharp spear tip drew sparks on the shield surface, slid through the gap, inserted into the person's chest, piercing the struggling figure, and more shields came into contact with the spear, and a slave jumped up on his companion's body, wielding his blade and slashed the soldier's neck, and crashed into the crowd.

"Open the city gate! Don't get entangled with soldiers--"

While many slaves from the rear shouted, the girl stood on several piles of wooden boxes and shouted at the spreading team: "The army of Tatasia is coming. Break through here and open the city gate, and we will be free!"

Her eyes were anxious. In the direction of the city gate, the closed city gate still had no signs of looseness. Most of the slaves who were attacking were gladiators who had been fighting in the arena, but they could not show any advantage in fighting with the soldiers who formed the formation. They were even nailed to death and scratched by the spear that suddenly stabbed.

In the distance, the ground began to shake. The girl turned around. In the firelight from afar, the figures of the cavalry gathered and surged, crossed the long street, and were rushing towards this side.

"You must rush over, God Ades, please help us!" The girl pinched the scimitar and bit her lips and silently started a prayer.

At this moment, a roar of shattering through the air came from the air, and a afterimage drew from the heads of the surging crowd and flew to the opposite city gate.

In front, there was a crackling sound of guns dancing, and someone looked up, and the black shadow went to the rear in the blink of an eye. The soldiers turned around and heard a loud bang.

The wood chips exploded and splashed, and the metal inlaid in the city gate twisted and torn. In the sound, half of the city gate collapsed with a heavy creak. The city gate on the other side had also become crooked. On it was a dark and dark sword without a sharp edge was inserted there.

"The city gate collapses, rush!"

"When the city gate ahead is broken, we will be free when we go out-"

Countless advance figures shouted excitedly, and stepped on the ground and pushed the Tatasian soldiers who were blocking their shields away. The moment they opened the flood discharge gate, a slave rushed through the gap, cutting the soldiers' formation and surging out of the city gate.

"free--"

The slaves who rushed out of the city gate shouted.

The girl followed the crowd and looked back at the city wall. The soldiers holding the bow fell down the high long wall. A figure stood on it and looked down at this side. The cloak spread out in the wind, blowing and whistling. On her face without any expression, it was like the indifference of the god of war overlooking the world.

On his shoulder, there was a black bird, glowing with metallic blue.

At one moment, he jumped down from the city wall, grabbed it with his backhand, and the heavy sword inserted on the city gate fell into his hand, pressed on his shoulder, and turned around to look at the Tatasian soldiers who wanted to rush out.

"Your Marquis is dead, and there is also Lord Alund, and the direct line of the Tilatima family is dead."

Xia Yi smiled and added: "I killed me!"

The soldiers stopped one by one and stood there at a loss. Then an officer received the news. When he looked at the people opposite him, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and took his subordinates to the city.

After all, the time has come for power struggle.

As for Xia Yi, after the army left, he also went to the trade zone outside the city, preparing to find the fostered pack beasts, embark on a journey to the upper country, and study the sorrow of frost and the snow-drinking knife.

After walking a while, several slaves stood there, as if waiting for him to come, and one of the girls was the one who served him tea and water in the arena.
Chapter completed!