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Chapter 268 I give you the right to fear

Unlike the previous two passers-by, the first time the mage directly used the feather fall technique and floated down from the sky. The second time the metal box was thrown down roughly.

This time, the airship planned to stay here for a while, and the anchors slammed heavily on the ground, as if waiting for the slave soldiers below to fix the airship.

But at this time the slave soldiers had already escaped from Abraham's control and were in a confused stage. The demon hunters didn't know how many people would choose to rise up for freedom, just like Abraham.

After all, these people grew up in this environment. Do they have the courage to resist the slavery of these mages?

Abraham's reaction was always seen by the demon hunter. There was something extraordinary about this man being able to stand out from slaves and become a manager.

Not only did he show the courage to burn his boats at critical moments, but he would choose to compromise and cooperate even though he knew he would lose.

Xu Yichen quietly observed Abraham and waited for him to react, just as Marx once said to himself: "Born as a human being, you should bear the weight."

Now is the time to test you. Maybe in the next second, the people on the airship will find the abnormality of the slaves below, and let them take off the air and evacuate them, destroying the slaves' last hope.

The Templar organized his armor and walked into the formation of the slave soldiers with great confidence. He didn't care that in the previous few hours, his orders made more than half of the slaves lose their lives.

"I know you are very frightened, nervous, and at a loss." Abraham stood among the slave soldiers, and when he passed by, he pulled up the people who had not yet stood up one by one: "But I want to tell you that we are free! My brothers, from now on, we are no longer slaves!"

The words of the Templars made the slaves around them a little confused. They seemed to want to say something and communicate with others to see if they were as confused as they were, but the sequelae left by their thoughts for many years left them silent and quietly looked at the manager in front of them.

The silver-white armor represents authority and the supreme witch king.

The word freedom is too far away from them, so far that most people don't understand what that concept is.

"Three months ago, I lived like you every day like a walking dead." Abraham said, "Later, I became the Templar. You all know what this means, I am an administrator!"

The slaves retreated nervously.

"I know that most of you have never had anything beautiful in your life, freedom, hope, dignity, love." Every time Abraham said a word, he paused, and the people around him looked at him with numb eyes, unable to understand the power contained in these words.

"I have never had it, but I know how to read, I have read, and my mother once taught me how to read it." Abraham's eyes were filled with tears: "Maybe this is the cruelest thing. When you don't know those things, you feel that life is still acceptable, and it's nothing bad to be a slave."

"But once you know the meaning behind those magical words, you will find that you can't stand this damn life for a second." Abraham's voice gradually became louder: "I know you are confused and don't know what happened. Now I'll tell you!"

The slaves were silently waiting for the words of the Templar after the words. For the first time in their lives, they arrived at curiosity.

"As far as I go, no matter what command I give." Abraham knew these slaves, because he was one of them: "I will one day in the future, so that you can run unscrupulously on the plains, and when you face death, you can cry and you can rush to fear."

The slaves' eyes seemed to lit up.

"When you are facing fear, I will tell you that you can run away." Abraham roared: "When you are suffering, you should scream!"

Most of the slaves felt their heartbeats start to accelerate, their breathing became rapid, as if something was stuck in their throats.

"When you want to shout loudly, you have the right to shout, just like me, like a free man!" Abraham took a deep breath, and his whole chest was up, like a greedy hippo who had never breathed fresh air: "Ah! Ah! Ah!!"

The slaves gathered around him finally found a breakthrough, and shouted loudly with the Knights Templar in front of him, and an unprecedented sense of pleasure flowed throughout their bodies.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The roars of the slaves instantly overshadowed the roars of the insects outside the fortress, making the mage Vite, who was standing on the magic tower, and making the airship above feel that the atmosphere below was something wrong.

"For freedom!" Abraham shouted: "Fix that floating boat!"

The dozen closest slaves rushed towards the stable anchor falling to the ground without hesitation. There was a huge metal ring every five meters on the inner side of the fortress wall.

The mercenaries didn't know what these were used for, but now they know that the metal rings were used to fix these airships.

The pilots on the airship were contacting the mage Witt and asking if there was any change in the fortress, but the mage Witt replied in a dry voice: "Everything is normal, wait for fixation, lower the height, and prepare to receive the goods."

So the airship shook its huge body, and once again discharged a lot of white steam, lowering its height, so that the slaves could drag the anchor and hang it on the wall.

Inside the magic tower, Yang Yuefan satisfies with his other hand and patted the mage Witt's pale face: "It's done well, we have a good start. Now, tell me how many 'great witch kings' are there in the new continent."

"You madman, I don't know what your purpose is, but you are all dead. It won't take long before the upper level will know what is going on here!" The mage Witt said gritting his teeth: "Before this, all the living people here have been torn to pieces by the bugs!"

"Answer my question, my friend." Yang Yuefan used a dagger to scrape half of the mage's ears. The stimulation of the pain made the mage's body tremble: "How many people are there in the Witch King?"
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