Chapter 159

"Hey, Bucher, have a nice cup of SAP." Ricardo skilfully jumps in from the outside of the fence. His mud cup is full, but it doesn't spill at all.

After thanking his friend for his kindness, he drank the slightly bitter and mellow drink, and once again he turned his eyes to the sky. The afterglow of the setting sun is projected on the roof of the skin, and the unique red color of atas diffuses, just like the color of blood. Bucher looked at himself and touched his hand to make sure it was just the light of the sun. He recalled the bloody breakout battle of kelmanga. He was the same red. That time, it was not light, but blood, from warm to cold temperature, bloody smell. But in kelmanga, there is the smell of iron and fire, while in Tyr's Gladiator camp, there is only the smell of sand, wood and grass-roots drinks.

One side of the brain began to have a slight headache, the harm of psychic powers. If Mike is here, he should know how to deal with it and provide treatment for himself. Thinking of the druid who brought himself to this desert world, Bucher patted Ricas on the shoulder: "what's the matter, have you heard anything?"

"Well, I've been connected online. Through my friend's friend, I've got a relationship with the cook at the temple tower site. He has an impression of Mike." Ricardo took a sip of the mellow sap and enjoyed the aroma flowing down his throat. "It's really nice to wear a collar that can't be removed. I've already told our friend our news. When he gets in touch with us, I think it will be three or four days before we can receive a reply. "

"That's the best news I've ever heard." Bucher looked at the empty cup in his hand, then took the cup from Ricardo and drank it again. The moor turned his lips. He was used to such things happening all the time and would not be annoyed. After all, only when there is comparison can there be happiness: when Bucher takes other people's things, he will first use his fist and then his foot.

"I've also heard the good news that we've become regular partners and we don't have to waste our energy in scuffles Ricardo punched his chest with his fist, looking very excited.

But Bucher was still calm and serious. He snorted a sentence from his nose: "what's so happy about that?"

"A regular partner means we don't belong to two teams, and we don't fight each other. And the risk of scuffle is very high. We are so conspicuous that we are likely to be besieged. All in all, this news means that our victory will be easier. Freedom is not far ahead, my brother

"I'm not your brother, Moore, but I'd like to give you a piece of advice like a brother." Bucher threw the cup out of his hand and watched it disappear at the other end of the camp wall: "no freedom, not through fighting with the enemy, no freedom! Don't fantasize, because no psionic power can give you freedom. Only through blood, through the torment of life and death, will freedom come. "

Ricardo was a little less excited, but he shook his head and said he didn't believe it. "Seriously, Bucher, where do you get all this knowledge from? Aren't we fighting, aren't we fighting? Look at me, there's enemy blood in my nails! "

"Are your enemies the slaves who are caged every day? What hatred do they have against you? " Bucher struck Ricardo on the chest with his fist and asked, "is there any enslaved blood in their bodies like yours? I tell you, I have asked the Lord for freedom, I have prayed to the gods for freedom, but they have been taken away. Then I killed, stepped on the blood to find freedom, but even so, I still didn't get what I wanted. How can you be sure that someone else will keep the promise? "

Looking at Bucher's serious expression, Ricardo finally put away his last smile. "You have a point. In atas, what is the agreed thing that really needs to be prepared for freedom? Bucher, if I meet you in the fight, I will do my best

"I will let you win, because you are more pitiful than me. You have never tasted freedom, even if it is false and short." Bucher watched the last touch of sunset disappear and the blood red faded from his body. He smacked his lips and said, "forget it. Where did you get that drink just now? Take me to have another drink

"All right, I'll take you!" With a wave of his hand, Ricardo ran into the slave camp trainer within a few steps. This strong man with black skin, who had been taught by Bucher, no longer dared to trouble them or beat them, so we got along well later. Black Han came in a hurry. When he saw Ricas, he said, "Hey, Ricas, master tessian is looking for you. You go quickly."

"Do you know what I'm looking for?" Ricardo tells Bucher where to find the nectar and then asks.

"I don't know, but it should be a good thing." Black Han trainer said in a low voice: "I heard dorovan say that master tessian has prepared a lot of food for you, and beautiful women, you are blessed tonight. So when I see the host... "

"Obedience, dexterity, gratitude!" "I know, I know," he said with a snort

With the trainer, Ricardo quickly found tyxian. The high-level Templars are always dressed neatly and smartly, with an expression of self-confidence. The only time the moors saw him lose that stance was when Michael hurt him. "Dear master," said Ricardo with great humility. For the sake of eternal freedom, he thought it should be like this now. It's the price. "What can I do for you?""Well, I have a friend from an arms dealer. He saw your wonderful performance in the fight and appreciated you very much."

In the direction of tessian's hand, Ricardo saw a man with a bull's head. It's weird, but it doesn't have much to do with him. Ricardo was very aware of the slave owner's and high-level Templar's preference. He quickly withdrew his eyes, prostrated on the ground, and said in a more humble tone, "master, it's my greatest wish to please you by pleasing your guests."

"Well, to reward you, my friend is willing to give you a weapon. Metal weapons can make you perform better in the conference. " "What are you good at using?" said tessian

"I'd better use a stick, or a spear." Looking at tessian's frown, his heart was like lightning. There is no metal on the stick, and the point of the spear does not use much steel. It seems that this so-called "friend" has a general relationship with the owner. "I can also use a long sword or a machete. Everything is at your command, my master. "

"Then use a long sword. I happen to have a good sword." The Tauren suddenly interjected.

Although he didn't like to be interrupted, the sword was his choice. He quickly put away his displeasure and let Ricardo approach him. "How's your grip, how's your wrist?"

"Yes, in order to win honor for you, I have been training constantly, and I never dare to relax."

"That's good. Keep it going." Tessian raised his chin, reached out his hand and said, "come on, let me see your arm."

He took Ricas by the arm and looked back and forth, as if appreciating the strong muscles of the moors. Then the high templar said to the tauren, "what do you think? Is it a good way to win?"

"Yes, this hand is very beautiful, and it will be very suitable for the sword I sent you." The Tauren nodded.

Tessian grabbed Ricas' right hand and suddenly said, "you can't bring your own weapons into the arena, but the prosthetics are not restricted."

His other hand was raised high, and the blade of his psychic powers was shining. In the scream of Ricardo, his hand fell.

The Tauren looked at the hand that fell on the ground, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered in words that he could not understand: "the age of heroes? This time, the hero will have no habit of throwing spears, and the power of fate will set off waves again. "