Lord of Rot

The slaves rushed to the weapons rack at the first time, and some picked up spears, which were long enough to protect themselves within a safe range. They were naked, and any scratch on their bodies would affect their final life or death.

Some grabbed leather shields, which were light enough to protect themselves from bows and arrows and spears.

The craziest one grabbed a chain hammer. This was the case with the slave that Siddur Seawater bet on. He grabbed the chain hammer and rushed towards the slave closest to him, swinging the chain hammer with iron nails from left to right. , the slave subconsciously raised his knife to resist, but was easily knocked away by the chain hammer, and then the chain hammer hit his lower jaw.

puff!

The head was shattered and blood splattered.

The headless corpse staggered to the ground.

"Ah!" A woman screamed. She hid in the arms of her male companion, who hugged her to comfort her. It was impossible to tell whether the scream was genuine or not.

The lady's scream was just an introduction, followed by the roar of the mountain and the tsunami.

"Smash his brains out!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The scene was completely excited. Siduo, who was sitting next to Li Qi, also shouted excitedly. He said to Li Qi: "Haha, blend in here, Li Qi!"

Li Qi didn't feel very comfortable after someone died. Although he had controlled the dead body to kill his teacher before, he didn't like killing people, and he didn't like watching people die if it was not necessary, especially someone like him. A meaningless death.

The battle was very fierce. The slaves that Sidho had bet had killed three people, and the corpses all over the ground were his masterpiece.

On the other hand, the black-haired slave Li Qi bet on, after grabbing two knives, turned around and ran away to a corner away from everyone. The fight seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Li Qi admired his fighting style very much, ensuring that he survived first, but others couldn't accept it. They wanted to roar, see blood, flying severed limbs, and smashed heads instead of hiding.

Finally, other slaves discovered the black-haired slave hiding in the corner, and rushed over with a machete in hand. It was a strange knife used by the grassland warriors on the Endor Plateau. If you don't know how to use it, you will definitely hurt yourself first, and the slave's crotch. There is no prairie war horse, but the running speed of the two legs is not slow.

"Off that guy's head!" someone shouted.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Cowards are not welcome here.

However, the slave who was running with a scimitar suddenly fell to the ground. Because of his forward motion, his body still rolled forward a short distance even though he fell to the ground.

The slave was dead, with a knife pierced through the forehead of the corpse.

There was a moment of silence, and then the screaming and cheering started again, and it didn't matter who died, it didn't matter to the audience, as long as someone died.

The black-haired slave walked over, stepped on the corpse, bent down and pulled out the knife, and then retreated into his corner.

"A master of throwing." Sidhu Haihai said with some surprise: "Your vision is not bad, Li Qi."

"I didn't expect it either," Li Qi replied.

Powerful Knight Mustang even commented: "Everything becomes terrifying in his hands."

A master thrower who wins the approval of the extraordinary knight? Li Qi was very interested in it.

In the field, three slaves discovered the black-haired slave. They slowly surrounded him with weapons in hand. The black-haired slave also became very cautious because he only had two throwing knives.

The slave holding a chain hammer in the distance was already in trouble. He was besieged by many people and made him feel resentful. Sidhuo sighed at this and then went to look at the other one.

Just when there were still ten steps away, the black-haired slave suddenly took action, and the two slaves on the left and right who besieged him fell down at the same time. The throwing technique was so accurate that it was terrifying. You didn't even need to aim sideways, as long as you threw it casually, you would hit. .

Seeing that the black-haired slave had no weapon, the remaining slave roared and rushed forward.

Without the knife, the black-haired slave suddenly fell into a hard fight. He could only keep dodging, and then he was stabbed into the shoulder by the sword.

But at the moment he was stabbed, he had already dodged and came to the body of a slave that fell to the ground. He rolled around on the ground and picked up the scimitar. He twisted and swung it, and the scimitar passed by the chasing slave.

The knife was inserted diagonally into the ground, and the slave's head slipped off, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

The battle had been going on for a while, and the scorching midday sun was baking everyone.

There were corpses everywhere, and the smell of blood mixed with the stench of feces that uncontrollably poured out of the body when people died wafted to every audience.

In the end, the battle ended when the black-haired slave was hit by a flying knife, but he was also seriously injured.

On the 13th silver month, Li Qi took the money and asked Sidor Seawater: "Will the slaves in this arena be sold?"

"It's generally impossible to sell it." Sidhuo shook his head: "And I advise you not to buy it. They are disobedient, and some will even kill their masters. They are wild and untamable. Of course, if you bid high enough, they will definitely agree. But just like the game we just watched, a slave costs at least 20 silver moons."

"How much?" Li Qi thought he heard wrongly.

The slaves he bought before were expensive for only 2 or 3 silver months, and the cheap ones were even given away for free. 20 silver months? That's two to three hundred bronze stars, and that's the price of a meal of black bread for Porcupine.

"What, you want to buy a slave?" Xiduo saw what Li Qi was thinking.

"I'm very optimistic about that one"

Li Qi pointed at the black-haired slave.

The extraordinary knight Mustang Ranshi, who had been beside the two of them, said: "He is about to die."

At this time, the black-haired slave's condition was indeed a bit bad. He had been stabbed in the stomach. Although his intestines were not exposed, judging from the black-haired slave's condition, just as the extraordinary knight said, he was about to die.

Gods are hard to save.

"If it were just a slave who was about to die, it would definitely be a lot cheaper," Siddall said.

……

The champion received cheers, while the loser's body was buried in a pit.

But inside the arena, the victorious champion of this battle was holding the wound on his stomach that had been bandaged with rough techniques, leaning against the corner and quietly waiting for his life to pass away.

The chain on the door was opened, and the slave owner walked in: "From today on, this knight is your master."

The slave owner didn't even look at him. It was true that he quickly exchanged it for money while he was still alive.

The visitor was wearing leather boots, an exquisite robe, and a badge with a porcupine pattern on his chest.

A nobleman!

"Hurry up and stand up!" The slave owner picked up the whip and wanted to whip it, but the nobleman frowned and said: "The one who lives is 5 silver months, but if he dies..."

"He is dead, how dare I accept your money, my lord~" the slave owner said respectfully.

"No, 5 Silver Moon is already yours, but if you kill my slave and violate the interests of a noble, you will be sent to the gallows."

The slave owner smiled apologetically and kept saying he didn't dare.

But the black-haired slave knew that it was time to stand up. He clutched the wound on his stomach and walked out. Even though the severe pain squeezed out a large amount of the sweat hidden in his body with every step he took, he still held it back. Following the noble, as the noble said, the other party bought him for 5 silver months, and now he is his.

Along the way, the pain made his consciousness weaker and weaker. He only knew that he had followed the nobleman far away, leaving the arena and walking on the bustling street.

The crowd avoided him in fear, looked at him with disgust, or looked at him with distress.

They finally came to a remote and uninhabited path. A castle could be seen in the distance. It was the residence of the noble lord and something he could not touch in his life.

Nearby were several carriages and guards, who were waiting quietly.

"What's your name?" the noble stopped and asked.

"Dog" the black-haired slave replied. Only now did he realize that his voice was so weak.

The noble continued to ask: "Do you know that you are about to die?"

"Know" that the dog is still standing.

"If you had received medical treatment when you first came out of the arena, you might have survived. I wanted to buy you immediately, but the slave owner waited until he was sure that you were about to die before he was willing to relent and sell you to me," the noble said. .

The dog didn't know whether what the noble said was true or not. His head was dizzy and he could hardly stand.

The noble said: "What do you want to ask?"

"I'm dying, why did you buy me?"

"I need your body," the noble said.

"You have bought me." The dog didn't care at all what the noble man said. He was just a slave. The slave had no freedom except suicide: "It was you who made me leave that place. That was my dream all along, so I After death, the body is yours.”

"You may also be reborn in another way." The nobleman pointed out, and then he said: "Get in the car, try to live a little longer, and take a few more looks at this unequal world, just to be fresher. "

For freshness?

The dog lay on the carriage bed that had been cleared for him, looking at the sky. This was the first time that he was so leisurely.

Thoughts gradually spread, remembering my childhood, the past few years, and today's battle.

It doesn't seem so bad to just die like this.