Sword and Magic and Taxi

Butcher walked toward the restaurant alone, passing various creatures imprisoned for training and slaughter. They were all kept in pens, pacing, dashing, or wandering impatiently. They roared, howled, and opened and closed their mouths in the hope of eating Butcher for dinner.

On the other side were dormitories for slaves and other gladiators. There were not only two gladiators in Tessian, Butcher and Ricas, but thirty. On the one hand, these gladiators can be used to hone Butcher and Ricas' combat prowess. On the other hand, they can attract attention and even absorb damage for them in the arena.

This side was very quiet. Whether they were gladiators or slaves serving in the manor, they were all sitting, standing, or lying down. No one dared to speak loudly. When they saw Butcher, most of them showed a flattering smile, so that they would receive less beatings during training or daily life. Of course, Butcher will get unlimited food tonight, and they also want to sell well, get some from him, and store more delicious food.

The beast was still barking at Butcher, and the other side still had a quiet smile. I really don't know which side is better. Butcher sighed. He couldn't think of an answer to this kind of question at all. It would be great if Mike was here. His mind is quite weird, and you will never be bored when you are with him. He always has some novel perspectives to explain problems.

But he has his own way to get rid of these problems. Shut up, or I'll kill you all for meat! Butcher roared angrily at the beasts in the cage, and punched the fence with his fist, making a loud splash. This has worked in the past. The beasts would be startled by his anger and roll away with their tails between their legs.

But the memories of beasts are not good, so this will not make the beasts learn well, and they will never become as docile as the opposite. ’ A voice suddenly sounded in his mind and continued following his train of thought. The voice was gentle, sweet, and very familiar, just like his wife who was killed by goblins.

Shut up! Butcher stopped, pressed his hand on his violently beating chest, and roared to himself in his mind. Stay away from me, find your own peace, and don't bother me!

'I will always be with you, my love, my man. ’ The voice became gentler and continued to chatter: ‘I call you husband, I call you the father of your child, I call my heaven and earth. I love you, Butcher. ’

The life in the valley came to mind. There was hard but meaningful work, there were simple but warm and peaceful houses, there were nagging but caring women, and there were naughty but adorable children. But all these are now just warm but heartbreaking memories. Butcher can swallow the pain alone, but he can't let anyone open this scar.

Go away, I don't know what's wrong with you, but my wife won't talk like that! Butcher's eyes were red and his hair was bulging. The surrounding scenery swayed from side to side in his eyes, making him stagger like a drunk who had lost his support. A slave camp servant walked over from the opposite side with a bundle of dry firewood in his arms, his head lowered and he kept looking at him. His eyes were evasive and he moved toward the road. Butcher was upset and pushed him away, finding a balance. He knew that he was in a bad state and was going to find a place to quiet down. This damn psychic power!

‘Of course I am not your wife, but the shadow she left in your heart. You know this and so do I. Oh, dear Butcher, how could I lie to you? I'm not like those ungrateful lowlife bugs who think they can hurt you with a sharpened piece of wood. ’

What's the meaning? The sound suddenly disappeared, and Butcher's ears suddenly became clear, allowing him to hear the sound of the wind. He was suddenly startled and quickly dodged to the side, barely avoiding the short wooden spear. The slave he had pushed away just now was looking at him fiercely. The short wooden spear then stabbed at him, but both in strength and technique, it was extremely weak. Butcher's head started to hurt again, but it didn't take much effort to deal with such a thief! He grabbed the wooden spear, pulled it, and then firmly threw the opponent against the wall with a thud. Why? he asked, pinching the man's neck.

There was some fear in the servant's eyes, but it was not fear of death. Butcher felt that this look seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. Where is it? It must be a memory that is older than the valley.

‘You never asked in the past, you just did it directly. ’ The voice in my head was still talking, ‘You’re going to suffer, my butcher. ’

A hard blow landed in the crook of his leg, just like the one before. Oh, he remembered, it was that damn Lord of Kelmangar, his slander and hostility, and the attacks of his lackeys. Just like in the memory, Butcher swayed and fell sideways. He knew in his heart that there was more than one person, so this must be a premeditated attack. Maybe it's for money, maybe it's to defeat political opponents, maybe it's just for fun, but there is only one goal, and that is your own life.

With a low drumming sound coming from his throat, Butcher suddenly exerted force, broke the servant's neck, pulled his body over and lifted it up with all his strength. Immediately afterwards, he used the strength of his waist and legs as an axis to use the person as a weapon, lifted it up and began to spin. The guy who used the wooden stick to hit his leg raised the weapon again and swung it down hard, but Butcher's body was as hard as cast iron, the stick broke, and sawdust flew everywhere. Immediately afterwards, the attacker's head was smashed by a flying meteor (hammer).

In fact, two heads exploded together, and after a bang, red, white, yellow, and black mixed into a ball of mist. Footsteps were approaching, and there were shouts. Not Tessian's slaves, they are all still peaceful in their own areas. These people rushed through the kitchen door, and the kitchen led to the warehouse, where slaves transporting goods often came and went.

Butcher saw red blood and fire again, just like Kelmanjia, everything began to spiral out of control. In pursuit of physical strength, I learned all kinds of techniques, including terrifying violence. After living in the valley, this power should have been tamed. After all, it did not relapse when hunting down goblins for revenge. He briefly thought he was cured, but that proved not to be the case. Is it his own problem, or is it caused by psychic training?

‘Kill them, kill them all! ’ The voice became ferocious. This time, his wife's voice and Butcher's own voice sounded in his mind at the same time, exactly the same.

Kill! Butcher's blood surged, and he advanced instead of retreating in front of the enemy's formation. Huge power beyond ordinary people's understanding filled every muscle in his body. He grabbed the human hammer and pulled it to both sides, so that half of his body was used as a weapon in each hand, which could be used to deal with all enemies. Charge, keep charging, his body turned red again, like the setting sun shining on it again, like blood, like fire.

The smart people hurriedly hid far away, and the smarter ones locked themselves in animal cages and trembled together with the beasts who were more sensitive to danger. The attackers looked at each other in shock. They had never seen the horrific scene of tearing a living person apart! Even in legends and stories, those who can do such things are monsters, not humans. They thought about quitting, and it was unwise to wade into this muddy water just for money. Several people exchanged glances quickly, not discussing escape, but encouraging each other, hoping that someone would take the lead and rush forward. But as long as someone is stupid enough to do this, everyone will choose to leave him and retreat. Everyone thought this way, but no one dared to make the first move, and a deadlock arose.

'You're going to win, always. ’ The voice sounded in my mind again: ‘But you can’t get what you want, you’ll never get it. Your end is foreordained, and like all others, you will embrace defeat and die in victory. ’

Shut up, shut up, shut up! Butcher's muscles swelled again, as majestic as a devil climbing up from hell. This time is different from Kelmanjia. After training in psychic powers, he will bless the last trace of clarity no matter when. In his sight, everything around him was blurry and hazy. The enemies were like beating black shadows. His faces couldn't be seen clearly, but he could see the tracks of the weapons in their hands. That would be enough information for a fight, but then Butcher wouldn't know who he was fighting and killing.

A circle of white light surrounded his head, which was a manifestation of the explosion of psychic powers. This was Butcher's desire to subdue the violent power. Every time the muscles swelled, the circle of light tightened, trying to calm Butcher down. Body and soul, animal nature and reason are at war in constant conflicts. Butcher was a born berserker, but he was always looking for peace of mind. In the past, he had failed many times and was helpless, but now his psychic powers have opened a new door for him. Ricas chose to use psychic powers to make himself more powerful, and Butcher chose to use psychic powers to make himself more controllable.

clam down! Butcher said to himself. That wavering voice in my head is not me, nor is this body that feels constantly threatened. Mike said that to control yourself, you first need to be calm, even in the midst of rage, even if the mountain collapses in front of your nose. This is not Kelmanga, that kind of thing once is enough!

The scenery in front of me became much clearer, and the trembling attackers could be clearly seen. Butcher smiled slightly, and blood flowed down his beard, dripping to the ground. This situation is just right. He muttered to himself, causing the attackers to retreat. It's just that my head hurts too much. I don't want to wait any longer, so I'd better solve this matter quickly!

After saying that, he took the initiative and rushed forward.

The panicked servant found Tessian and saw the high templar installing a prosthetic leg for Ricas. The Mur man knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, his shoulders shaking, but holding his arms steady. He no longer has his right hand. If this telescopic sword prosthesis cannot be perfected, winning will become a joke. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and looked at the blood on the floor, his thirty-year-old right hand that could no longer be used.

The servant was stunned by this scene, hesitating and choking. The tauren smiled slightly, and quietly rubbed his fingers with Tai Xi'an on his back. The slave was in a trance for a while, and suddenly shouted: Master, something bad has happened! The slave has rebelled!

Tai Xi'an's hand shook, and the prosthetic leg reopened the wound and fell to the ground. Ricas was hit hard again, and the veins in his neck almost exploded. He bit his tongue to prevent himself from shouting. He knew that if he yelled too much, he would be disliked by Tai Xi'an, and he might not even have a chance to compete.

The high-ranking templar waved his hand, and the long whip, enhanced by psychic powers, flew out with a swipe, slashing the servant's mouth and face. Trash, what's the point of yelling! He put away the whip, picked up the prosthetic sword on the ground as if nothing had happened, then looked at the wound and shook his head. It's difficult to install now.

Master, it's okay, I can bear it. Ricas swallowed the blood in his mouth and reached out to wipe the sweat from his head. I will fight for victory for you, even if I die, I won't hesitate. What's some pain?

Well, that's right. Taisian adjusted the angle of the prosthetic sword and stabbed Likas's wound again. You have to concentrate on cooperating with me, and there will naturally be guards outside to take care of it. How can a mere slave turn the world upside down?