Emperor of Arcane

Chapter 618 King of Slaves-Sparta (8000)

Click! Click! Click!

The huge mechanical chain slowly rotates upward.

The heavy door gradually opened.

Countless pairs of expectant eyes gradually lit up.

The strong aroma of wine spread quickly, and the gray dwarves eagerly gathered around.

Ashes snorted and waved his hands at them impatiently:

"What are you doing here? Go to work quickly, otherwise you won't be able to drink."

Seeing their reluctant figures, Hui Jing sighed involuntarily.

Compared with the "educated" gray dwarves in the Gulf Territory, these guys who have just escaped from the underground world are really not on the stage.

Ashes, who has received strict training, knows very well that only discipline and restraint can make a group stronger and stronger.

It is difficult for these guys who are fascinated by wine and food to show strong cohesion.

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and Hui Ji quickly regained his composure and waved to the golem train behind him.

The huge engineering golem fell from the golem train.

They moved the large containers down one by one as quickly as possible.

Woji quickly counted the various supplies, with deep anticipation in his eyes.

When he saw a group of tall figures slowly walking over, he walked up even more excitedly and said:

"Welcome to the Canterlot Mountains, we've been waiting for you."

Matthew, who was leading the team, glanced at him silently and calmly scanned the chaotic city without feeling any surprise.

Densely piled stones, a large area of ​​excavated ores and ruins, full of stinky domestic garbage, and daily supplies piled together haphazardly.

Although Matthew didn't have high hopes for them, he still didn't expect the gray dwarves to do so poorly.

However, fortunately, Matthew did not expect them to achieve much, as long as they did not dislike this area.

After supervising the loading and unloading of all supplies, Ashes waved to Chris next to him and quickly introduced Alice to Woggy.

When Woji learned about the identity and strength of Alice's adventure group, he was very excited to invite them to the interior of the rock fortress.

After seeing the strength of the adventurers from the Gulf Territory, Woji wished that their number would increase.

However, Alice, who was responsible for an important task, had no intention of communicating with Woggy and said very simply:

"Thank you for your hospitality. However, the task is important and we must start as soon as possible."

As soon as he heard that he was going to take action, Woji couldn't hold himself back for a long time. He nodded excitedly and said loudly without hesitation:

"No problem, I will gather the troops immediately and start taking action immediately."

Matthew, who no longer had any hope in them, secretly said to Alice:

"Let them gather and prepare first, then let's go."

After hearing Matthew's words, Alice felt bursts of joy in her heart, and immediately sent a signal to the nearby adventurers:

"The battle has begun, everyone set off."

As soon as the news spread, the adventurers who had been waiting for a long time quickly gathered over.

Alice looked through the densely packed information, updating and recording on the map bit by bit.

Hui Jin next to him couldn't help but said "Smash it" and said with great anticipation:

"I didn't expect that the Canterlot Mountains are so large and rich in resources."

In the map area explored by the gray dwarves and adventurers alone, more than 20 high-quality metal veins have been found.

Among them are 4 rare metal mines, as well as a mithril mine that is urgently needed in the Gulf Territory, and it is also a medium-sized mine with considerable reserves.

With this information alone, the Gulf Territory invested millions of gold coins.

The reason why adventurers spend so much effort is not even for this small profit.

After they developed these mineral veins, the Gulf Territory promised them a huge share of the money.

This is the coveted and exciting wealth!

They have made a lot of preparations for this, and now they are finally waiting for the harvest.

Adventurers gathered quickly, and quite a few of them were high-level adventure professionals.

Many of them participated in the battles against the Kor elves in the Rocky Mountains and fought against the elite forces of the Kor elves.

Matthew looked at the map carefully, silently watching the Cole Elf's mines and metal smelting plants in the Canterlot Mountains.

"The Cole elves are digging a total of 73 mines, including 5 cities with a population of more than 100,000, and about 10 fortresses and strongholds with a population of 100,000."

"Interestingly, they didn't mine it themselves..."

Ashes, who had made a lot of preparations, recalled the various mines controlled by the Cole elves, with a little bit of weirdness and emotion in his eyes.

Matthew naturally knows what kind of virtue the Cole elves are. They are definitely not the gentle, kind and a little proud people they advertise themselves to be.

Cole Elf has a lot of fun!

After counting the number of people who could participate in the battle, Alice, who had just passed the senior commander training, said thoughtfully:

"The Cole elves have about 120,000 troops in this area, and each large city has 20,000 regular troops."

"However, considering the lifespan and strength of the Cole elves, there are at least close to 80,000 retired or reserve soldiers."

"We have 20,000 high-level adventurers and about 60,000 gray dwarf warriors."

"If we fight head-on, we can attack at most two cities before we are surrounded by the elves' army."

80,000 vs. 200,000!

It’s a lot of pressure!

Thinking back to the vast ruins of the Cole Elf Mine in my memory, and thinking about the piles of bones.

Matthew reached out and pointed at the Glory Castle in the west of the Cole Elf, and said without hesitation:

"This is our goal. It is not difficult to deal with the guards of this city."

"How to defend and destroy other cities' forces is the real difficulty."

"I can remind you that the Cole elves will not use mining golems to mine ore like in our territory..."

After reacting, Alice carefully looked through the detailed information of each Cole Elf city.

When she saw that there were more than 700,000 to 800,000 slaves in each city, she already understood what the lord meant.

Dealing with refugees, "educating" prisoners, and "training" soldiers are the three magic weapons for the rapid development of the Gulf Territory!

At noon.

The warm sunshine brings a little bit of heat and dispels the severe cold on the body.

A howling wind blew over, blowing down a large number of withered yellow leaves.

The faint mist slowly disappeared, revealing a huge valley.

A snow-white river lies in the middle of the valley.

The sound of running water reminded Sparta that he must start working immediately.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

A sharp whistle came from the mine, and Sparta couldn't help but speed up his pace. He didn't want to be whipped.

There is not much ore left to mine in the spacious mine tunnel.

He must enter deeper and narrower mines to dig out ore of sufficient quality.

There are dim lights, only one at a distance of dozens of meters.

Groups of swaying figures gradually entered the mine.

More than 10 half-elf slaves followed Sparta, and under his arrangement, they went to the hidden mine and started digging.

One of them came close to Sparta's ear and whispered in a low tone:

"The Cole elves attacked the El elves, but they failed and lost hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers."

"The Cole elves are preparing to build more combat troops and prepare to build new weapons and equipment..."

Nodding silently, Sparta said nothing, motioned for him to continue digging, and then walked towards the depths of the mine.

Sharp scolding sounds came from the convergence area where the equipment was placed, vaguely mixed with the slaves' screams and howls.

Spartan picked up his backpack, grabbed the mining pick wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, and quickly ran to his work area.

A dark and cramped corner.

He swung the mining pick vigorously, and in a string of dripping sparks, he forcefully pulled down a large piece of gray-green ore.

Skillfully putting this piece of ore into the backpack, Sparta continued to dig the second piece.

Light footsteps came from the side. Sparta noticed the movement, but did not dare to turn around and look.

He concentrated on wielding the mining pickaxe and kept digging along the gray-green mining line.

The overseer glanced at the ore in Sparta's backpack, snorted softly, swung his whip and hit his basket, and said viciously:

"The elves have sent an order. Starting today, the ore that everyone turns in must increase by 50%."

"I know you guys are usually lazy, you'd better work harder now, otherwise you won't even have dinner."

Another 50% increase?

This is equivalent to each slave having to hand over more than 150 kilograms of ore!

Sparta's movements didn't pause at all, he just nodded heavily, not daring to make any objections.

"Explain it to you guys, I don't care what method you use, you must complete the task assigned by the elf."

"Otherwise, you will have something to look at..."

The vicious voice gradually disappeared, and Sparta suppressed the anger in his heart and couldn't help but speed up the digging action.

Piece after piece of ore was quickly put into the backpack.

It took a full two hours for Sparta to dig up enough ore that he needed to hand over.

Sparta wiped the sweat from his forehead, the rough dust and the stinging sensation from friction on his skin, which Sparta had long been used to.

He hesitated for a while before squatting down, taking out a piece of black rice ball from his arms, and took two hard bites.

The hard rice grains gradually softened under the coating of saliva.

Sparta chewed each piece carefully, ignoring the faint musty smell and bitterness. The hungry stomach kept feeling hungry, and gradually stopped rebelling.

As his weak body gradually regained its strength, Sparta stuffed the remaining half of the rice ball into the small pocket inside his clothes.

He looked at the nearly half-stacked backpack, stood up again, and continued to wield the mining pick.

Until the afternoon.

There was no light in the dark corner.

Sparta took a breath and walked out of the smelly mine.

“It just rose 50% last month, and it’s going to rise again this month!”

"You don't think it's over now, do you? It might even go up in the future!"

"Are you planning to tire us to death?"

"Maybe it was the idea of ​​those overseers just to please the Cole elves..."

"What can we do? Everyone is hungry if we don't work."

"Oh, can you eat enough just by working? Near my camp, eight people starved to death last night. They were all starved to death..."

“It’s not enough for us to eat, and we have to feed our wife and children.”

"..."

More than 10 slaves with unhappy faces came over and had a heated discussion. When they noticed Sparta approaching, they immediately lowered their voices.

After seeing Sparta's face clearly, they made way.

The leading slave miner opened his mouth.

But in the end he didn't say anything, he just continued to curse the overseers with the others.

Sparta didn't say anything and walked over expressionlessly, but his mind was rapidly thinking about the situation at hand.

Gradually we walked to the mine tunnel outside, and more and more miner slaves came out.

More than 10 slaves followed Sparta, their tattered burlap clothes covered with dense and thick dust.

Their expressions were not very good, and some of their stomachs were still growling. They were just waiting for the supervisor to come to inspect the ore and distribute food.

"Quickly, pour out all the ore!"

"This ore is not good, the quality is too low."

"You didn't have enough portion today, the food was only given out half."

The overseer waved his hand impatiently, and the pale-faced half-elf slave opened his mouth involuntarily, knelt on the ground and begged:

"Half of the food is not enough for our family of four. Please give us more!"

He whipped the whip and beat the half-elf slave to pieces.

Listening to the sharp wailing, a real sneer appeared on his face. He glanced fiercely at the miners' slaves who were looking around and scolded without hesitation:

"If I can't survive, I will definitely kill you first!"

"Get out of my way!"

The strong jackal thug next to the overseer threw a few rice balls on the ground.

The half-elf slave, who endured the pain, quickly picked up the rice balls, wiped them carefully and put them in his arms.

The miserable look on his face became more intense.

The other half-elf slaves immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at the overseer.

Because of the sudden incident, a considerable number of miner slaves did not complete today's mining task.

Wails and sighs could be heard endlessly, but the expression on the overseer's face became increasingly ugly.

The food provided became less and less, and the attacks became more and more heavy-handed.

Several half-elf slaves were knocked down alive and struggled for a long time without getting up.

One of them even lost his life and died in front of all the slaves.

A little pain flashed in Sparta's eyes, and anger kept burning in his heart.

But he was helpless, just like all slaves who stopped.

"This filthy thing is yours."

The two jackals showed ferocious smiles and opened their mouths without hesitation in front of all the slaves.

Click!

The bloody scene was once again displayed in front of all the slaves.

They watched helplessly as their former companions were torn apart piece by piece by the greedy and twisted jackals and swallowed into their stomachs.

Unspeakable humiliation and pain surged into my heart.

Scanning the surroundings coldly, the overseer saw countless angry and frightened eyes.

He sneered and said viciously to all the slaves:

"Today, I just want to remind you that if you can't complete the task tomorrow, you will all be buried with me!"

All the miner slaves lowered their heads and could sense that the supervisor was not talking nonsense. They felt endless anger and desolation in their hearts, but they didn't know what to do.

Sparta handed over the ore with an expressionless expression, and the people behind him also completed the task successfully.

The overseer's face improved a little, he glanced at Sparta lightly, and continued with a cold face:

"You did a good job this time. I hope you will take the lead."

After saying that, the overseer left with dozens of grinning jackal thugs, leaving behind a bunch of miner slaves wailing.

Ignoring the pleading figures around him, Sparta left here with a hard heart.

His idea is very simple. He must survive first before he can lead more people to survive.

The miners walked out of the mine one after another, leaving only a broken body of flesh and blood inside.

Some miner slaves with red eyes couldn't help but stare at the pieces of meat scattered on the ground.

Sparta glanced at them coldly and walked out of the mine without hesitation. As usual, he took out the two rice balls in his hand and distributed them to several weak miner slaves.

These slaves were very grateful. After taking a few careful bites, they collected the remaining rice balls.

The slaves gradually walked down the mining area, like a large group of ants, arriving at the bottom of the valley one after another.

A large area of ​​refugee-like houses is spread on both sides of the river.

The half-elf whom the Spartan team greeted him nodded and silently returned to his somewhat dilapidated wooden house.

As usual, he took out the two remaining rice balls and ate them all in front of the other slaves.

This ensures that other slaves will not come over to steal food in the middle of the night.

Although Sparta was not afraid, he also found it very troublesome.

Moreover, he still has very important things to do today.

Noticing that many eyes looked away in disappointment, Sparta calmly returned to the house and closed the door with some excitement.

The imaginary figure did not appear in the house, and Sparta looked a little depressed.

"Are you looking for us?"

The clear voice reached Sparta's ears. He subconsciously turned his head and his hand unconsciously touched the back of the door.

A rough iron dagger was held in Sparta's hand, but he did not dare to act rashly.

Just because the figure in front of him was exuding faint magic waves.

Spell caster!

And at least a high-level spellcaster!

Sparta's expression did not change at all. He just stared at Drizzt and asked in a low and hoarse voice:

"I've given you the information, what about the things you promised?"

Under Sparta's horrified gaze, Drizzt took off his masked cloak with a smile, revealing his lavender skin, and said under the other's disbelieving gaze:

"We will naturally not break our promises."

As he spoke, Drizzt threw a storage bracelet over.

He saw Sparta carefully catching it and exploring it bit by bit. A faint smile appeared on his face and he continued slowly:

"I recently heard that the Cole elves have increased the amount of ore they dig every day."

"There must be many of you who are almost unable to survive due to lack of food and medicine, right?"

Sparta's movements paused slightly, then quickly returned to normal, and said directly without raising his head:

"Don't you already know? Why bother asking me again? There's no need to beat around the bush. If you have any ideas, just say it!"

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and Drizzt recalled his past days. He made a gesture of sitting down to him with emotion, and explained the purpose of his visit without hesitation:

"I will provide you with weapons and equipment for 1,000 men, and food and water for 50,000 people for a whole month."

When Sparta heard this, his heart moved, and he stared at Drizzt's smiling eyes, trying to see his true purpose.

Drizzt did not look away, but acted very calmly and calmly, with an indescribable sense of confidence and pride.

He shook his head with emotion, and under Sparta's gaze, he drank a glass of river water with scum in it without changing his expression, seemingly talking to himself.

"I was once a slave. I thought the drow elves would have enough fun, but I didn't expect the Cole elves to be more generous."

"That's right. The drow elves and the Cole elves were originally one body, but they separated because of disagreements..."

"Let me guess, a lot of half-elves are sent here every year, right?"

"The number of half-elves who die every year should be almost the same as those sent here..."

"This is really interesting. If the drow elves know this, they might immediately cease war with the Cole elves and discuss how to torture our compatriots..."

"No, just like drow elves don't regard other drow elves as compatriots."

"The Cole elves are sanctimonious on the surface, but what they do behind the scenes is not inferior to them at all..."

"In addition to your slaves here, there are more than 4 million half-elf slaves in the entire Canterlot Mountains..."

"There are many types of half-elves, and there are dozens of them that I saw. This really makes me sigh."

Sparta had been sizing up Drizzt to prevent him from making a sudden move, but something came to his mind involuntarily.

Pictures of homes being destroyed, fellow half-elves being plundered, and relatives being killed.

The anger that almost burst out in his heart made Sparta's breathing become a little heavier. He silently thought about the next way out. Instead of following Drizzt's words, he asked directly:

"Your Excellency is a secret agent of the Drow elves? Are you here to provoke civil strife among the Cole elves?"

Sparta has seen a mixture of drow and Cole elves, but the skin is more black, rather than lavender like Drizzt.

However, Sparta felt that apart from the drow elves, there was no other force that could compete with the Cole elves.

Drizzt shrugged his shoulders and replied in a calm and confident tone:

"If it were half a year ago, I would have deceived you without thinking and told you an impeccable lie."

"It's different now. I'm used to not telling lies, and lying is not allowed in our territory."

"I am a gray elf from the Gulf Territory, a drow elf who originated from the underground world. I am ready to save you from water and fire."

Bay collar?

Gray elf?

Originated from the drow?

Sparta was hesitant about what Drizzt said, but he kept the words "Gulf Leader" firmly in his heart.

According to the news that came during this period, the Gulf Territory of the Netheril Empire did take action against the Cole elves.

Moreover, the Gulf Territory won the war after uniting with the El elves.

Sparta originally thought that the Gulf Territory would be very far away from the Canterlot Mountains, but he didn't expect it to be so close.

His eyes were flashing with thoughts, but his strong body never relaxed at all, always ready to escape.

Drizzt didn't wait for Sparta to think clearly, and took out a map from his arms and spread it out under his surprised gaze.

The map shows the terrain, fortresses and cities of the entire Canterlot Mountains.

And there are very detailed records of every terrain, stronghold, and fortress.

Sparta subconsciously verified this precious map with the information in his mind.

He immediately noticed some differences, but subconsciously felt that the information on this map should be more accurate.

Just by looking at it like this, Sparta can judge many dangers. The information obtained alone can reduce a lot of losses for his organization.

Sparta hesitated for a few seconds, silently watching the information from the Glory Castle.

"Fort of Glory, owned by the Cole elves, has 21,372 Cole elves soldiers, 4,376 remaining armed forces, and a total population of 112,417."

"Among them are slaves 376422 (-500)!"

Seeing the bright red numbers, Sparta felt a slight pain in his heart.

Even if Drizzt didn't explain, he understood that the number 500 represented the dead half-elf slaves.

Subconsciously clenching his fists, Sparta said in a hoarse voice:

"If I want these supplies, what price will we have to pay?"

Drizzt shook his head and said in a calm tone:

"There is no price, but the Cole elves will be very unhappy, and they will definitely clean up the half-elf slaves..."

Sparta could imagine such a scene. The merciless Cole elves would definitely cause a bloody storm in the area where the half-elf slaves lived.

He shook his head without hesitation and said in a cold tone and tone:

"A half-elf slave with a family would not dare to resist even if he was beaten to death."

"And half-elf slaves without family members will also be deliberately targeted, and their physical condition has already been very poor..."

"Even with weapons and equipment and plenty of food, we can only hold on for half a day at most before we are completely killed."

"This plan of yours is useless. It just makes us die worthless."

Nodding quite satisfied, Drizzt praised Sparta's very clear understanding without hesitation:

"If I had such a clear understanding like you, I wouldn't have let all my relatives be killed back then."

"It doesn't matter to the others, they just pity my brother..."

"You are very lucky. Our Gulf Territory will not let you die."

"Your mission is 'simple', just lead the soldiers out of the city."

"Moreover, when we capture the Fort of Glory, we will provide hundreds of thousands of half-elves with food to help you train soldiers and armies."

"There will definitely be Cole Elf troops coming to put down the rebellion."

"Your mission is to kill the small number of Cole elves and attract a large enough army of Cole elves!"

"If you can do it, then accept our offer!"

"If you want to continue to watch all the half-elf slaves die of exhaustion, starvation, and beatings to death in increasingly heavy labor, you can also choose to be indifferent."

"However, I hope you can think about it carefully, Sparta, the King of Slaves!"

King of slaves!

A glorious and shameful title!

Sparta had launched more than one rebellion and saved the freedom of millions of half-elf slaves.

pity.

Facing millions of regular troops from the Cole Elf Kingdom.

Face those terrifying elven archmages.

Facing the barrenness of the Canterlot Mountains.

Every Spartan rebellion failed.

Countless half-elves were besieged in the Canterlot Mountains and were starved to death by the Kor elves.

Sparta began to become confused, helpless, and miserable.

He found that the more half-elf slaves he saved, the more he killed.

Every time the Cole elves suppressed his rebellion, they allowed him to escape intentionally or unintentionally.

This gave Sparta a terrifying thought.

He, the slave king, was created by the Cole elf!

The Kor elves had many purposes, each of which made Sparta shudder.

By means of his rebellion.

Clean out those disobedient Cole elves.

Kill those half-elf slaves who survive long enough.

Abandon those mines that have lost their mining value.

Use their corpses and heads to accomplish the deeds of the Cole elves.

After thinking of this, Sparta, who felt extremely painful, gave up on becoming the "King of Slaves" and secretly became anonymous.

With his talent and ability to change his appearance and voice, he lurked silently in the Glory Castle, helplessly watching countless slaves die.

He subconsciously widened his eyes, exuding an extremely strong aura, but it did not spread outside the room at all, staring closely at Drizzt.

Feeling this terrifying pressure that was no less than that of an extraordinary pinnacle professional, Drizzt nodded with satisfaction:

"I was lucky enough to meet the real slave king."

"I have good news for you. Our lord wants to see you."

"He has a plan to save four to five million half-elf slaves in one fell swoop. Are you interested?"

Lord?

Lord of the Bay?

Is he here?

Saving four to five million half-elf slaves in one go?

This is simply nonsense!

However, Sparta, with his extremely keen perception, judged very clearly that Drizzt was not lying.

He hesitated for a while and fell into deep thought.

This sounds like arrogance.

But what if?

What if it really succeeds?

Sparta is not afraid of death and has the confidence to escape when the opponent turns against him, even if the opponent is a legend!

Before Sparta completes its mission, he firmly believes that he will never lose it!

He wants to save all the half-elf slaves!

This is his destiny to become the slave king!

Sparta, whose appearance changed rapidly, turned into a middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes of life, and said in a firm tone and tone:

"I hope you won't lie to me, otherwise I will definitely ruin your plan!"

Putting a hand on Sparta's shoulder, and meeting his extremely shocked eyes, Matthew smiled slightly and said:

"You will not!"

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