The moment I rushed out, the bald man quickly caught up with me. His worship of me made him hesitate at all. He jumped over the obstacles on the ground in three steps and ran out of the wall with me.

The second group of slaves who followed me were a group of unkempt slaves. It seems that although these slaves have no dreams, they have not yet become dried salted fish, and their brains still know how to think about the path and live a lot of hope.

Hey... No, the shapes of these slaves seem to be a bit talented. They are all open their teeth and claws, crossing the obstacles with their hands and feet, and shouting loudly, looking full of vitality. No matter how you look, they don’t look like they were just lost.

When I looked back, I almost burst into anger!

The people who ran out were not elite slaves at all, they were all those senior gangsters and weirdos! They were all tilted and their hands and feet were twitching, imitating cerebral thrombosis. Now they were alive at the critical moment of life and death, and they immediately felt like a Wakanda. I, who was leading the front, instantly suspected that I was Captain Hydra carrying the Thor's hammer!

It seems that I underestimated the effect of bad money driving out good money. This effect does not mean that the scum among these people will be stronger than the elites, but in front of their demonstration, everyone will find that they can live a life of lying down and pretending to be stupid. Why bother to chase each other every day?

The final result was that these people appeared. They did not deny that there were real perverts like cannibals and leeward believers, but most of them were sluts with strong comprehension ability. They could simply be said to be among the sluts, who could break a path in such a difficult slave life.

Therefore, the ones I saw running in front were all sluts who were usually crazy and stupid. Now, when I saw that the slave owner was also defeated, the suppressed army was coming soon and ran in front in an instant.

But I had high hopes for them, thinking that they would repent. Under my stimulation, the slaves who were still in the kings, princes, generals and ministers gathered together like a nest of quails, tremblingly, and gathered beside the slave heads to prevent being destroyed by the chaotic escapees.

Even though I could hear the slave leader trying to inspire his speech: "Don't be afraid... this invader will be killed soon... We are loyal to this territory... Everyone can see... As long as we don't run away... the lord will forgive our sins... Good days are coming..."

And among these crowds of people, I also saw a embarrassed and clumsy fat man, struggling to line up the slaves in front of him, and rushed out a path for his fat body to pass through.

"Fatty, what are you running away? Shouldn't you stay and lead the way for the Imperial Army?"

Hearing my voice, the running fat man shuddered all over and yelled with a thorn in his scalp and panting: "No...no...no...I can't be stunned..."

He took a breath and continued, "Even if what I did was not passed into the ears of the madman of the lord, just based on what happened in the slave plantation today, I know that he doesn't plan to let me live! Sir, save me! I can be a cow and a horse for you! Don't leave me here!"

This fat man was very clever. He could see the situation in front of him clearly at once. He ran all the way and knew how to hold the thickest thighs on the field. Such people deserve to eat fat and big ears.

The running crowd quickly passed the sparse fields and gathered under the tall walls of the territory under my leadership. Many people ran blindly and rolled onto the ground in a ball. For a moment, the whole field was filled with pain.

Just as we came under the wall and everyone was looking for a way out, the pursuers behind us had already caught up.

The first group to arrive at the battlefield were a group of town guards wearing iron armor and holding machetes.

They took uniform steps and instantly crashed into the thin wooden walls of the slave residential area and violently stepped on this dirty and dirty land. Because the iron helmets covered, it was impossible to see whether there was disgust in their expressions, but from their heavy tramplings, they could tell that this time they came to wash away their previous shame.

"Sir... the invader ran toward it! Go and chase it!"

The slave-headed man showed a gratified smile on his black face, and he shouted hard at the town guards, waving his hands to remind them of the direction we escape!

There was a sacred light on his face, and his eyes were filled with the arrival of order. The joy of the coming of heaven seemed to be able to see their peaceful and humble life continue. There were even two lines of grievance tears in his eyes.

The tribes around him also supported the head men's actions as always, shouting and cheering together, and the sounds almost shaking their eardrums.

But the slave closest to him soon felt a sticky and hot liquid in his hand, and some even spread to his face. When he realized it, he found that his companions around him had fallen down layer by layer like harvesting wheat, leaving only the pool of blood that continued to spread on the dirty floor...

The slave head was surrounded in the middle, so he persisted until the end, and could even see the rain of arrows shot out from behind the iron armored corps in a chaotic consciousness.

"For... why..."

His question had not been completed yet, and he had been penetrated through his thin and thin chest with an arrow, and even dragged it back for a distance due to the powerful force of the crossbow arrow.

Then, in the world where his consciousness gradually became dark, he felt the stiff sound of iron armor colliding with each other, and the unhesitating footsteps of the town guards, and mercilessly stepped across their bodies, and the high-pitched voice of the legion commander also resounded through the sky.

"The lord has an order, and he will be killed without mercy!"

The decisive killing order crossed the wilderness and spread to our ears. This not-so-long distance did not affect our observation of the massacres there. The slaves gathered beside me looked at each other, and fear and panic appeared on their originally numb faces.

The fat guard came to my side with a terrifying and howling, and said bitterly: "Sir! Look! That lord is a madman and never holds his hands on killing people! Not to mention killing people, he can do everything he can use to bombard us!"

The Iron Armored Corps was prepared at first glance. Compared to the last encounter, they had replaced their simple armor with the same full-body armor as me, holding a sharp machete half a man high in his hands. It seemed that they were determined to fight me head-on and use the hardest armor to exchange for a chance to kill me.

The row of crossbow soldiers who were well protected were also scattered and mixed in the rear ranks, waiting for an opportunity to launch crossbow arrows to attack, and their eyes under the wide-brimmed hat kept moving, not letting go of any of my flaws.
Chapter completed!