The big foremen made no secret of their disgust and murderous intention towards Downton, because it was unnecessary.
The Dagger Mine is a closed area with dozens of guard towers and hundreds of guards standing around it. No one is allowed to go out without permission from the master Dofink. Once discovered, they will be hanged immediately.
From Downton's position, there is no room for hiding or maneuvering. If you want to survive, you have to fight your way out of the dawn with a pair of fists.
The big foremen were grinning ferociously, hoping that someone would send a message and tell Downton that they had gathered more than 20 magicians to cause trouble for him.
Watching the struggle and panic of prey before death is also a kind of enjoyment for the big foremen.
"Foreman, please wake up our people too?" A confidant lowered his voice and suggested quietly, "It's safer if we all stay together."
Downton glanced at the faces of the young miners sitting next to him and smiled, "No need, just protect yourselves. I will kill as many magicians as they come tonight."
Listening to Downton's domineering declaration, the miners all felt that the timidity in their hearts had dissipated, and they became enthusiastic and expressed their intention to have a big fight.
"You should bring someone to ambush. Once they retreat, come out and defeat them completely." Downton ate the last mouthful of rice, stood up and left.
"After tonight, the entire dagger mine will be under my control!"
The miners nearby heard these words and looked at Downton's back in astonishment, whispering, thinking that he was crazy. The power of the big foremen was not just paper. This boy was definitely dead, but soon.
, they began to admire Downton's courage again.
For ordinary people, let alone a group of big foremen, even if they offend one, they would be so scared that they would be in panic all day long.
"Why not let those miners help?"
In the dormitory, after hearing Downton talk about what happened in the evening, Homer asked.
"Fighting against magicians, no matter how many ordinary people come, it will be useless." Downton sat on the bed and wiped the torn dragon's teeth with a piece of wool. "Don't you think that I fought alone and won a hundred-man kill?
Isn’t it more of a deterrent?”
Homer originally planned to call Celes for help, but looking at Downton's calm and confident face, it did not project these words after all.
As the sun set, less than a moment after the spar street lamps were lit, large groups of miners began to pour out in front of Building 3, holding iron drills and mining picks.
The miners in the dormitory were uneasy. When they saw the dense crowds, reaching nearly 10,000 people, they finally became frightened and ran out, trembling. However, they were all stopped at the stairs.
"Go back, all of you." A man with a scar on his face cursed, standing in the hall, waving his arms and slapping everyone he saw.
No one dared to resist, or even complain. Because there were two soul shields spinning around the man's body, representing his identity as a demonic user.
The area around Building 3 was already overcrowded. But miners were coming. This was an order from the big foremen. In addition to showing Downton their power and exerting mental pressure, they were also demonstrating to the ordinary miners to let them know how to resist.
What will happen to the big foreman?
"Are we still going out?" Downton's cronies who were hiding in a building looked at the overwhelming crowd and shrank. Even if everyone spit on them, they would be drowned.
"Look at the situation!" Even if there are a few loyal confidants, they are as weak as straw in the face of the general trend. If they stand up and call for help, their 'companions' may turn against them immediately.
Capture them and bring them to the foreman to pray for mercy.
"Tonight will be a killing night."
Standing in front of the blinds and looking at the cloudy sky, Dofink sighed. He did not expect the revenge of the big foremen to come so quickly.
According to past situations, they would not have worked so hard. The current situation only shows one possibility, that is, Doshav is secretly directing them to give himself a blow.
"Otherwise, let's give up our position as chief." The middle-aged wife looked at the dark crowd and her body couldn't help but tremble.
"You mean to let me get out of here in despair?" Dofink suddenly became furious, slapped his wife on the cheek, and yelled, "Never, even if I die, I will die in the mine."
The wife sobbed.
"I have no choice. If I go back now, even if the Duke and the young master don't cause trouble for me, those people from the Black Flame Church will not let me go!" The corner of Dofink's mouth twitched, thinking that he would not be able to deal with those people.
He shuddered at the cruel methods of the loser of the mission.
"Is there really no other way?" the wife murmured.
"If the boy named Downton survives this test, I will give him the position of supervisor." In fact, Dofink didn't have much expectations in his heart. Facing a lineup of this level, he felt that no matter what he thought,
Downton is dead.
A dozen big foremen, surrounded by thirty-six magicians, walked towards Building 3. Wherever they went, the miners gave way and made way for a passage.
The big foremen enjoyed this majestic scene very much. They held their chests high and raised their heads, not taking anyone seriously at all.
"They are coming!" The magic book was suspended in the window and glanced outside the building. "There are more than 10,000 people, and the momentum is not small!"
"What's the use of having more people? Defeat those magicians, and they will collapse on their own."
Downton put on the 'Hundred Warriors' leather armor, sorted out the potions, and put them into the potion bag without even looking at the enemy's face.
"It seems that the position of the director of the mine is not secure enough, so you can just go ahead and kill them." Homer reminded, "Don't have any scruples."
"Um!"
Downton stood up, moved a chair and placed it in the corridor.
No one in power will ever allow his subordinates to act beyond their authority, not to mention that they have gathered so many miners. Who can guarantee that these people will not target their boss in the future?
Even if Downton and Homer were thinking on their knees, they knew that Dofink was eager to defeat these big bosses and give him the opportunity to eliminate dissidents and install his cronies.
"Going in, going in!"
Seeing the big foremen leading a team of more than 500 people into the dormitory building, the meddling miners shouted and whistled.
Kill Downton! Kill Downton! Kill Downton!
Led by his cronies, the crusade against Downton grew louder and louder, and finally merged into a torrent that echoed over the Dagger Mine, scaring away countless returning birds.
When the miners who had nothing to do with themselves and joined in the fun saw this formation, their faces turned pale with shock, and they swore that they would never dare to disobey the orders of the big foremen again.
"Don't kill us. Don't care about our affairs. Downton is on the third floor. Go find him!" The miners in the dormitory who failed to escape locked the door and held the bed and table against it, fearing that they would be killed.
It affects the fish in the pond.
It's impossible for them not to be afraid.
The people brought by the big foremen are all elites. In addition to the magicians, there are also the most capable thugs under their hands. They are all strong and strong, and they look like macho men at first glance. Their weapons are sharp machetes that reflect the crystal.
The dim light from the stone street lamp was filled with murderous intent.
Tens of thousands of eyes were focused on the third-floor window. The miners knew that in less than five minutes, Downton's body would be dragged out like a dead dog and hung on a wooden frame for public display.
With chaotic footsteps, the foreman and his party stepped onto the third floor and were stunned when they saw Downton sitting in the corridor, flipping through a book, as if he were relaxing after a meal.
"Why don't you run?" Duo Ban was stunned and subconsciously blurted out the question.
"Why should I run?" Downton closed the book and stood up.
Well, not only Duo Shi but other foremen were also speechless and glanced around. Do you still need to explain? Our lineup is enough to kill you hundreds of times in seconds?
The atmosphere in the corridor was a bit silent and awkward for a while. This was entirely caused by the fact that the foremen did not see Downton running away like a poor lost dog or kneeling down to beg for mercy as expected.
"Bah, are you out of your mind?" The scarred magician spat out a mouthful of phlegm and roared at Downton, "You actually look down on us, everyone, go ahead and tear him apart."
"It's still too late to escape now!" Downton shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Downton let go of the grimoire and opened his arms, "Homer, put on your armor!"
"Haha, what did you say? Let us escape?" Doban laughed, wanting to hit Downton hard, but the next second, his tongue was tied, and he looked at the grimoire in shock.
The grimoire did not fall to the ground, but floated next to Downton.
Oh, the bronze war space gate opened up behind Downton. Six elemental arms grabbed the parts of the 'Hundred Warriors' heavy armor, stretched out, and put on the armor for Downton.
In just five seconds, Downton was fully armored. The heavy armor made him look like a black iron can.
The power of a troll flowed from the titan statue worn close to the chest and poured into Downton's body, making him feel a lot more relaxed when he originally felt that the 'Hundred Warriors' was a bit heavy.
"It's actually a war space!" A knowledgeable person shouted out, and immediately everyone's eyes became greedy.
The temporary alliance of the big foremen was loosened at this moment. Who wouldn't want this kind of magic equipment that is at least a perfect level? In their view, Downton must die, and what they have to be afraid of is these guys around them. After all,
Everyone is always a rival.
Downton did this on purpose. Anyway, they had already demonstrated the war space in Morning Mist Town, so it would be better to do it again to disrupt their camp.
"Kill him and then discuss the distribution of the spoils!" Doban yelled, brandishing his knife and preparing to pounce.
The magicians were eager to take action, but as the two bronze doors of the war space unfolded, they all stopped.
Led by Jackson, the ghoul servants stepped out of the light door and stood behind Downton, their steel military boots making a dull sound on the floor.
"Hoplites?"
The more than a hundred people in the corridor were completely dumbfounded, and then they felt a chill coming up from the soles of their feet. (To be continued...)