Chapter 145

The motorcade stops and goes, obviously has encountered some troubles, even in the prison car Zhao Mai has detected. After leaving the otaluk pass, the vast sand wasteland of great impact was in front of the team. Even if there are signs as a guide, the journey is still full of danger.

When the skin on the wheel fell, it was trapped by sand and one slave died; when it missed a signpost, two slaves died; when it was attacked by the sand bug, it escaped and three slaves died besides the fugitives. It seemed that he did not care at all about the number of slaves to be executed, or the decreasing size of the ranks. At first, some people will think that "I'm still useful and won't kill me", but eventually they will lose their heads. But no matter how the number of people is reduced, the delivery schedule of this team has not been affected.

Everyone has a mark on his body, light or heavy, or has healed or just bloomed. In a word, it's like opening an exhibition hall about flogging. Only two slaves had the least whips, and they were isolated by other slaves for this reason. Bucher had a hard, dry black cake, and in the other hand he held a pottery bowl with a yellow brown, suspicious broth. He dipped the cake and chewed it hard.

As a slave who can become a gladiator, his treatment is much better than others. For example, other people only have cakes and soup, which will not have meat. Another advantage is time off. Although the length was the same as that of other slaves, he could sleep in the hot sun just after noon, and escape the heat with the help of cloth shed.

Ricardo wanted to talk to the other slaves, but everyone preferred to face him with his back full of whips. The moor slave, not angry, came to Bucher with his food. "Hey, big man, are you full?"

Bucher looked at him and chewed harder.

"I asked. The Templars asked us to take part in the battle meeting of the temple tower, which means we won't be coolies, and we won't be sent to work in the iron mines of tyre. What's the news like? "

"You're so low, slave." Bucher snorted, looking down on the first guy to surrender. "Do you still want to be a free man? You are a slave at heart

"My mother was a slave, and my father was a dwarf slave. I was born a slave, and I had no choice."

"You're just afraid of death." Bucher said coldly, "if you choose between freedom and survival, what do you choose?"

"Hey, that's a little hurtful!" Ricardo was a little embarrassed, retorted: "don't you also surrender? Don't you choose to survive?"

"No, I can die at any time, but I can't let others die for me." Bucher glances at Zhao Mai's prison car and nods at riccanu. "If I don't survive, how can I save him?"

"But it's too hard. I don't know why, tessian attaches great importance to Michael and always arranges for someone to guard him. And even if they are rescued, where can they escape? It's all desert here, and they have cavalry. As long as they want to chase, there's no time to cover up the traces. " But what really worries the moors is another thing: "once Mike runs away, we have to run, or we will be taken as partners. Besides, I have to take part in the temple tower competition, and I will always meet taixi'an again. I can't miss the chance of competition and freedom

"Competition? Do you think if you meet an opponent like me in the arena, you still have the possibility to win? "

The moor slave wanted to say that he would win, but he could cheat the enemy, but he would never cheat himself. Bucher's strength and martial arts are very strong, and he seems to be proficient in the use of various weapons, which is very rare. In the arena, the situation is ever-changing, and no one knows what weapon to hold in his hand next moment. Bucher is the kind of dangerous character who can kill all sides with a pair of false teeth. The moors only want to be comrades in arms with him, not opponents.

"If you help me, I'll help you." Bucher gulped down the strange taste of the broth. "The owner you need to serve is still in the car. The so-called owner you are now is robbing you from him. Since he can take away you, he can also take away your victory and freedom. Don't forget that

Ricardo pursed his lips and gazed at the van for a long time, as if he could see through the wood. The half giant sitting on the top of the log noticed the sight, his round eyes glared, and his only arm was waving. "It's not easy to do," said Ricas. "I can't get Mike out of there."

"What can you do? Just look at it? " Bucher got up and didn't want to continue the conversation. "If you don't save people, how can you save yourself? You haven't tasted freedom, you don't know how good it is! But what do you do when you say you want to be free? Ricks, if anyone can really help you in this damned desert, he is suffering under the ass of that half giant. "

He went straight to the other slaves who were eating. The slaves shoved their food into their mouths and ran away. Bucher suddenly speeds up, grabs a man like an eagle, picks a cake out of his mouth, puts it into his mouth, and then goes to the next one. Even a few semi giant servants were attacked by him and lost their food. Some cakes were thrown by Bucher and fell into rickas's arms.Looking at the food in his arms and hands, Ricardo suddenly felt dull. Just as Bucher walked past him, he didn't even look at a bowl full of broth. Now he's helping him with more food. He understood that no matter how much he said, if he didn't act, it would be the last time Bucher would help himself. Want to be free but don't want to take risks, is this still the champion of the arena, Ricardo? After seeing a stronger soldier, did he lose his enterprising spirit and just want to get to the final victory? There is no such cheap thing in the world. If you don't show your value, you won't even have the opportunity to mix.

He made up his mind, biting the cake hard, staring at the prison car and making plans in his heart.

Standing in the way of logs, Zhao Mai knew nothing about what happened outside. He is meditating with his knees crossed, trying his best to improve his strength. The pressure collar around his neck is still working, but Zhao Mai has found a way to restrain himself. He let the high Viper belt activate, entangled in the collar, completely separated himself from the collar. Although this can not completely shield the power of the collar, Zhao Mai has been able to restore part of his control over physical and mental strength.

The collar is very tight originally. If you wrap it around one more circle, the snake will be even tighter. There is a danger that Zhao Mai will suffocate at any time. He has to do his best to maintain the need to breathe through the natural force, as is the case with psionic powers. He thought it was a load-bearing training in an extreme state, but this time it wasn't a long journey, it wasn't carrying several people's luggage.

He came to realize the situation mentioned in the book: the limit of the body is the starting point of the spirit. This filthy, suffocating environment full of fecal odor, and the great threat of death at any time, make his psychic powers continuously improve and have to be improved. On the other hand, the predatory absorption of the surrounding natural force, in the road of blasphemers gradually away, Zhao Mai has made obvious progress in a short time.

The only consolation in his heart is to reserve food. The dog will stay with him and keep him calm with his body temperature and soft fur. If it wasn't for the grain reserve, Zhao Mai would have become a lunatic or degenerated into a beast because of loneliness. Fortunately, Zhao Mai has grain reserves to share the pressure, and he still keeps himself, but his mind of revenge and overthrow is getting heavier and heavier.

Deep thinking, let him pick up more and more memories. The characters I have read in the book gradually correspond to the characters I have seen with my own eyes. As a slave, Ricardo always yearned for freedom. After learning that the Witch King wanted to sacrifice blood to everyone and that the so-called "champion is freedom" was just a lie, he rose up to resist and stabbed the Witch King with a magic weapon called Xinmu spear, which opened the heroic era of slave liberation. As a politician with a strong desire for power, he kept climbing to a higher position, but the closer he got to the ruling core of the wizard king, the more scared he felt. The Witch King wanted to kill everyone, including him. In order to retain his power, he chose Ricas and became a "leader". After the victory of the revolution, Taixian changed his mind and forced the masked alliance to compromise under the supreme leadership of the Templar. On the premise of agreeing to liberate the slaves, he became the new king of tyre.

He was very thoughtful and good at making use of all opportunities for his own benefit. Those who think more will think more, those who think more will be suspicious, and most of them are cautious. Zhao Mai felt a sense of gratitude at this time. If he hadn't met tyxian, who was unique among the Templars, he would have been in a different place.

Since I'm still alive, it's bad luck for Taixian. With the help of meditation, Zhao Mai accumulated strength and ideas.