"Sir." The slave asked tremblingly, "You just said, recruit personal guards... among us slaves, will we recruit personal guards for the Lord?"

His eyes were filled with desire, "Are you going to... pay the ransom for us?"

Yin Dong looked down at the man with a kind smile on his face.

"Of course not! First of all, I have no interest in saving people. I am here to take you to the Ghost Forest to die. Secondly, you are debt-paying goods, and were arrested by Lord Odo Arthur to pay off the debt."

It is impossible to be a savior.

He did not intend to pay any ransom to the slaves, that was something that Odo Arthur had to consider, and he would not draw any big pie to these slaves and orphans.

If you draw big cakes for these people who are soaked in bitter water, they will also be afraid that the cakes will be poisonous!

In this magical world, the nobles and the strong will not have a charity heart. If there is... it will be a poison wrapped in sugar!

Yin Dong didn't want to be targeted by the will of the world. He naturally wouldn't sing "The Serfs Sing" to the slaves, at most, to give the slaves an opportunity to cross the class.

Whether it is a disaster of the undead or a disaster of the demon crow, Yin Dong has displayed a power that does not belong to his identity and is not targeted by the will of the world. It is already considered lucky.

It was also considered a race battle. Yin Dong crossed the line, perhaps within the tolerance of the world's will.

After all, this dungeon world is still a world dominated by humans...

Some messy thoughts flashed through Yin Dong's mind, a cold and cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes swept across the numb, fearful, helpless or a little hopeful face.

"Your life and death have nothing to do with me."

This statement is too straightforward and has no intention of selling good things to win over people's hearts, nor has there any hypocritical pity.

The slaves became turbulent, some began to cry, some cursed in a low voice, and more people looked panicked, and they couldn't figure out what Yin Dong's gourd was selling.

Yin Dong's eyes swept around, and his words stabbed people like a knife.

"You are born slaves, and your descendants will be slaves. One is counted as another, and they all live like animals. All those waiting for you and your descendants are endless hardships and tortures. Is life or death meaningful to you?"

The slaves were silent after his words.

Yes, these slaves are the private property of the nobles and men. They cannot eat enough or wear warm clothes, and they do not even have personal freedom.

They lived a life that was worse than pigs and dogs throughout the year, and lived in a life of lingering breath as humble as ants, living without dignity.

What is the difference between living and dying?

...

The slaves were discouraged, and the orphans were not much better. They were younger and tried their best to grab a bite of food every day. The meaning of life was not something they considered.

Yin Dong's eyes paused in the orphan area and turned his eyes to the slave area.

"My nephew will give you slaves the opportunity to become warriors! After arriving in my nephew's territory, you will no longer be slaves and will have the opportunity to practice magic and fighting qigong."

Silence, dead silence.

The slaves didn't think that the conditions offered by Yin Dong were not tempting, but on the contrary, they were tempting them to go crazy and thought they were hallucinating.

At this moment, Yin Dong's voice was like a devil's whisper, seducing the already numb and desperate souls of the slaves present.

They can't believe it, but they are afraid that what if the dream comes true?

"I...I do!"

After a stronger slave stood up, more and more slaves stood up, excitedly showing that they were not afraid of death and wanted to strive for the opportunity to become the Lord's personal guard.

It is a difference when these slaves take this step, which is equivalent to a turning point in life.

They clenched their fists, and a decisive light flashed in their eyes. The wildness hidden in their blood was awakened, and their souls were no longer numb, and they grew up to fight to the death.

These people who are brave enough to stand up have their edges and corners that have been smoothed since birth. It is also amazing to be able to take this step, which makes Yin Dong appreciate.

Yin Dong had no interest in extending a helping hand to those cowardly, without the courage and blood to fight for his own efforts.

"Then congratulate you, you all have the opportunity to die in the Ghost Forest as a warrior, and on the battlefield of the open and open borders!"

Yin Dong raised his hand and applauded, with a hint of spiritual power, which resounded in the ears of all the slaves who stood up, revitalizing them.

Immediately afterwards, Yin Dong asked Odo Arthur to arrange some writing skills to register the slaves who competed for the quota of personal guards, issue license plates, and arrange for them to change their clothes.

The equipment of the slaves was taken out by Odo Arthur from the equipment warehouse of the White Stone Army... It was also in the name of debt repayment!

Then, Yin Dong's eyes turned to the onlookers outside the playground.

"My nephew circled a piece of land in the Ghost Forest. In addition to the slaves and orphans sent by Lord Odo Arthur to pay off the debt, he also needed a lot of manpower. He did not need to fight. He only worked within the magic circle and received compensation according to his work."

Hearing this, there was a noise among the onlookers.

Although it is definitely safer for ordinary civilians to stay in Baishi City, the conditions offered by Yin Dong are enough to make people crazy.

In this magical world, it is not that easy to cross the class. The most important point is that the aristocratic class firmly controls the inheritance of cultivation techniques.

Whether it is a magician or a knight, ninety percent of them are trained by nobles.

Not to mention the civilians among the onlookers, they were all moved, even the soldiers of the lower class of the White Stone Army were also moved.

There are also inheritances of martial arts in the Baishi army, which require merits to be exchanged. However, when the soldiers at the bottom of the class often miss the best time to practice when they accumulate enough merits.

If they can advance merit and exchange for practice, they will not be able to enter the Ghost Forest to fight desperately...

It seemed that he guessed the thoughts of the soldiers at the bottom of the Baishi Army, and Yin Dong's tempting voice came again.

"Everyone, as long as they join the Chinese army under my nephew and sign a magic contract, they can obtain the first three levels of practice in advance. The subsequent exercises can be exchanged until they have enough merits."

After pausing, Yin Dong then exposed another shocking information.

"The practice techniques are divided into different levels and attributes, and it is not impossible to practice both magic and martial arts! All the aspiring people are welcome to bring their families to the Ghost Forest to settle down. The Chinese army has boy scouts, and children who sign magic contracts can obtain the introductory techniques."

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Chapter completed!