Super template lottery system

Chapter 113 Hope
Ivy strenuously walked in the corridor, the hunger filled her brain, making her footsteps more and more slow, but judging from the owner of this footsteps, the people walking this way at this time really did not want her. Feet are so weak.

If you don't work hard, you will be killed.

Thinking of this, Ivy became more and more determined. She was not sure if the guards could search here before the slave traders decided to kill them. If not, then she must be doomed, not just her, but also So were the other slaves who were captured like her.

Thinking of this, Ivy couldn't help but think of the other slaves. If what the two people talked about before is correct, then there are at least more than 100 slaves, and if these people can be brought out, then
The chance of escaping will also be relatively improved a lot.

"So, where will the other slaves be imprisoned?" Ivy thought in her heart.

She continued to walk forward, and for some reason, she who was brought in blindfolded clearly remembered the way in.

Looking at the fork in front of her, Ivy fell into thinking. The road on the right was where she was brought here. As for the left and right, she didn't know.

When you walk forward, you will definitely meet those slave traders guarding the gate, and if you want to get out from here, you must go there. Put the same stealth skills or have enough strength.

But obviously, she has nothing.

She has never changed jobs, nor has she received any training. From the day she was born, she was just a tool for marriage. The family never valued her. She didn't have much right, and she herself seemed to be It's like accepting her fate, and she looks like a domineering young lady all day long. In fact, she knows that she has never been that kind of person, just because she wants to numb her nerves.

Knowing that she was captured by these slave traders a few days ago, she followed them obediently without any resistance, hoping that her family could send someone to rescue her, or bring enough Ransom, ransom her.

However, five days had passed, and she had waited for nothing. She thoroughly understood that it was impossible for a useless person like her to get help from the family.

She fled, completely disappointed with her family.

Having nothing to worry about since childhood does not mean happiness, but being hungry and poor since childhood has its own happiness. At that moment, a fiery light suddenly appeared in Ivy's eyes.

This may be the longing of the birds in the cage who have no worries about food and clothing for the birds outside the cage who live in hardship all day long but can fly freely in the sky.

Ivy gritted her teeth resolutely, and then resolutely walked towards the fork on her right.

"May the God of Cubes bless me." Ivy whispered in her heart.

This is just a habit, not Ivy's true belief in the so-called God of Cubes.

Maybe it was because of the blessing of the God of Cubes or Ivy's luck. Ivy was very lucky to bet correctly. He successfully walked to the room where the rest of the slaves were held. Suddenly, a stench came out.

Ivy's face changed instantly. Fortunately, she didn't have any food in her stomach, otherwise she was really worried that she might spit it out.

A total of four slave traders were guarding the slaves, and none of the four of them was in charge of a corner, dividing the room into four parts.

Ivy jumped out half of her body carefully, and after confirming that no one found her, she quickly burst out with a burst of strength, and quickly hid in a dark corner.

"Huh, huh, huh." Ivy's chest was rising and falling, and she was almost out of strength to move. The continuous hunger for several days and this can be regarded as a huge amount of exercise for her was about to overwhelm her. The body was squeezed clean, but even so, Ivy still didn't make much movement.

After her breathing calmed down, Ivy glanced around, and after confirming the positions of the four people, she walked slowly and lifelessly behind the slave trader closest to her.

On the way, other slaves naturally saw Ivy's actions, but they didn't say anything. After all, they all wished that they could replace Ivy and beat up those slave traders. Well, even if it was Replaced, with their almost powerless bodies, it is obviously impossible to beat those slave traders.

Ivy came to the back of the slave trader, then shook her hand around her waist, took the wooden manuscript from the shortcut bar, and then waved the wooden draft fiercely, directly in front of the slave trader before he could react. It hit him hard on the temple!

With a sound of "Bang!", the slave trader fainted directly under the strong attack of the wooden manuscript. Ivy helped him up with his arms before he reached the bottom.

"Huhu. Ha." Ivy almost exhausted all her strength to support the slave trader against the wall, and after making sure that he would not make a loud noise, she groped furtively on him.

There are no keys, just some useless blocks.

"Sure enough, the watchman doesn't have a key on him."

"Little girl, I have a wire here, can I pick the lock?" A deliberately low voice came into Ivy's ears.

Ivy nodded happily, reached out and took the wire in her hand, and then fiddled with the door lock.

I'm not one of those family eldest ladies who don't understand anything, Ivy thought to herself.

About 2 minutes later
The iron gate was opened, and the sound of the iron gate opening successfully reached the ears of the other three slave traders, and they quickly surrounded Ivy.

"Damn slave, you want to escape!"

The iron gate opened, and about a dozen slaves rushed out and looked at the slave traders.

When these slave traders saw so many people, they were a little bit cowardly, but it was useless for them to be cowardly at this time. The enraged slaves rushed up in an instant and beat them up severely.

As for whether he was killed or not, you can guess.

Ivy rescued all the slaves, and then walked towards the underground exit with the slaves behind her.

However, when they were halfway through, a large group of people surrounded them in front of them. Roughly counting, there were more than 30 people, and these 30 people actually had weapons in their hands!

Each had a dagger, and the leader was actually wearing leather armor and a long sword.

Ivy's heart fell to the bottom of the valley. With their group of people, it was obviously impossible to rush past this group of slave traders who were well-equipped for them.

Ivy was just an ordinary young lady after all, and she basically gave up resistance in her heart.

But just when she was desperate, there were bursts of screams from behind the gang of slave traders.

Ivy raised her head quickly, and she looked behind the gang of slave traders.

It was as if the voices from the outside could not be heard. Ivy stared blankly at the figure who looked like a murderous god, and couldn't help but shed tears of joy or something.

There is a kind of warmth called hope!

(End of this chapter)