Rebirth of the Viking King

That night, a raging fire broke out in the Merus mine. The rising smoke and firelight reflected half of the sky red and spread far and wide. All herdsmen in the Dragon's Breath Plateau Province can see the red smoke rising from the horizon in the distance.

Among these people, the most uneasy one is the Solonis Ranch, which is only forty kilometers away from the Merus Mine.

This is a ranch located on the banks of the Indis River that specializes in the production of high-end dairy products such as cheese and butter. The slave owner Thoronis stared uneasily at the thick smoke and flames on the horizon, sitting from night to dawn.

Deep worry arose in his heart.

As a rather simple mine, the Mouse Mine has suffered collapses and explosions, but a fire of this scale has never happened. Especially considering that the Dragon's Breath Plateau has been depleted of troops recently, although the Vikings have a well-established rule of "plundering them in autumn but not starting a war."

But such an abnormal thing still caused a lot of fear in his heart.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Solonis, who could not sleep, went out with twenty well-armed slaves. However, two hours later, the group of them returned with solemn expressions. He said nothing after his return. Upon returning to the camp, he immediately called all the slave owners back to the house for discussion.

However, he did not notice that in the slave barracks not far away, a pair of alert eyes watched all his actions.

**

Makarov lay beside the wooden window and watched quietly, thinking about everything that had happened recently. Last night it was not only the Roman slave owners who saw fires burning in the sky, but also their group of Slavic slaves who made a living by herding cows. The warrior's instinct that could make the largest slave manor in the Dragon's Breath Plateau, the Moos Mine, burn for an entire night, told Makarov that this was by no means a simple accident.

Two years ago, Makarov drank a few too many barrels of vodka and slept in a wheat field at night. When he woke up the next day, he found himself tied up and transported to a Viking longship. This former 'iron-toothed bodyguard' returned home in glory at the age of 30 due to old age and frailty. However, he did not expect that after only 2 months of stable life, he became a Slavic slave because of a drunken incident.

Makarov is a rare smart man among the Slavs. He has a clear understanding of combat power. Relying solely on himself would lead to death, so he honestly accepted his status as a slave. And relying on pretty good luck, he was sold to a dairy farm in Solonis.

The work and supervision are relatively easy.

For two years, Makarov was like an ordinary middle-aged herdsman, herding cows, milking cows, and serving slave owners every day. Despite this, his vigilance as an iron-fang guard was not lost. The Byzantine slave owners did not know that he had already mastered the method of opening handcuffs and shackles.

He can get rid of the shackles anytime he wants.

Seeing all the slave owners returning to the house to discuss matters, Makarov glanced at the Slavic slaves on the left and right. Before long, the slave owners appeared again.

As expected, the slave owners looked panicked and acted abnormally today. The Slavic slave laborers were not unshackled and went out to work, but were still tied into long strings with chains and brought to a sealed room.

There is a wooden cross placed in the center of this room, which is a simple chapel made by Byzantine slave owners. There were bundles of firewood piled up in the room, and the pungent smell of kerosene filled the air. Everything was exactly as Makarov had guessed.

(Today...they are going to kill us all!)

(Something terrible must have happened in the outside world to make these slave owners so panicked!)

After all the barbarian slaves were brought into the church, the Byzantine slave owners clapped their hands with satisfaction. Just as they were about to leave, Makarov roared "Hey!"

The slave owners turned around, but what they saw was Makarov respectfully giving a Slavic bow to all of them.

"Thank you for not killing me all these years!" His voice was hoarse, but his words contained a chill that slave owners had never heard before.

After living with this group of Slavic slave laborers for many years, the Byzantine slave owners were able to understand some simple Slavic languages. Hearing this, they looked at each other and froze for a few seconds. They obviously haven't realized what this simple sentence means. However, at this moment, Makarov had already unlocked the shackles on his hands and ran over in big strides.

As he ran, his gray hair flew in the wind, and his whole body turned into a gust of cold wind, and he instantly landed in front of the Roman slave owner. The slave owners were not aware of the danger before them at this time, but Makarov had already pulled out the long knife from his waist!

"When you see your God of Death, remember to tell him! I have already thanked Saulonis for not killing him!"

Then, Makarov turned around and turned into a metal whirlwind! He opened the belly of the Byzantine slave owner in front of him with one knife! Blood mixed with organs was flowing out, but Makarov's attack had not stopped yet! As he moved and turned, his figure quickly passed between the slave owners, ruthlessly harvesting their lives.

As a chosen one of the "Glutious Wolf Path" in the "Hahoran Temple", although he lost the warg, he still has some of the divine power of the Sequence 5 "Glutious Wolf". With his ability, he is more than enough to deal with these mortal slave owners.

In just a few seconds, there were blood-soaked corpses all over the room. Makarov threw the long knives in their hands to his fellow slaves, and the rest cut off the shackles on their hands with force.

"Everyone, listen to me, there must be a huge riot happening outside!"

"Although we don't know where the other brothers are yet, today, let's kill all the Byzantine bastards in front of us first!"

After all the Slavic slaves were freed, they raised their arms and shouted together. During the eight years since Solonis Ranch was established, the slaves worked hard all day long and did not have enough to eat. They grazed cows every day and made dairy products for Byzantium, but they never took a bite of the high-end food they made with their own hands.

At this time, they finally felt the precious freedom again. Everyone roared and picked up the benches beside them, the chains under their feet, and even removed the cross in the center of the church, put it on their shoulders and rushed out!

On this day, the Qingshui River not far from Solonis was dyed red with rich blood. The head of the slave owner Solonis was cut off and inserted on a high pole, standing quietly on the "Solonis Breast" "Article" next to several Roman letters.

Countless barbarian warriors like Makarov picked up the sword again on this day. After eight years of enduring humiliation, they finally knew that they were not a cold corpse, their blood was still hot!

**

Two days later, the entire Dragon's Breath Plateau was shrouded in a faint blood color, and even the cold air of early winter exuded the smell of blood.

"What to do? What should we do?!"

The slave owner Gulan stamped anxiously in the room, like an ant on a hot pot. His ranch is downriver from the Clearwater River. Gulan, who was taking his wife and children for a walk yesterday morning, suddenly saw the bright red blood floating down from the upper reaches, combined with the raging fire that burned in the Mouse Mine the night before. He immediately realized something was wrong.

Returning to the village, he rode horseback to the Solonis Ranch on the upper reaches of the Qingshui River. What he saw along the way were all the Viking herdsmen who had been slaughtered. The elderly, women, and even children who were crying for food were all executed, leaving no one behind!

As for Solonis Ranch, apart from the blood and body fragments on the ground, only the crows flying all over the sky and the skeleton of Solonis that had been eaten until only the bones remained were still stuck on the high pole.

Seeing this scene, Gulan didn't look back and went straight to the "Ahuni Beef Cattle Breeding Park", the second largest in the province. The owner of the ranch, "Ahuni", is a herdsman from the Arab Empire. Because of the long-standing "international issues" between Byzantium and Arabia, the slave owners on both sides have almost never interacted with each other, and there has never been much intersection.

However, when a disaster was approaching, Gu Lan could not care about it anymore.

Entering Ahuni Ranch, Gulan found that the entire manor seemed abandoned and extremely quiet. After searching carefully for a long time, he finally found this neatly dressed Arab man in Ahuni's villa.

Besides him, there were many people in the room. The slave owners from the seven or eight surrounding small ranches have actually gathered here. As for those who did not come from the province, most of them were already dead like Saulonis.

Fear, panic, almost everyone has the same expression.

Except for one person: the Arab slave owner Ahuni.

A quarter of an hour later——

Mr. Ahuni was tying his beard and drinking coffee. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Gulan, and sneered: "I have already pointed out the way for you. As for what to do, you can figure it out yourself. ~”

"Alao, your family has a big business, and you can release three thousand slaves at your will! But for us, these hundreds of slaves and a farm under our hands are the life of our family!" Gu Lan said with a look on his face. He complained helplessly to Ahuni, "If we let these slaves go, what will we eat and drink?!"

"You know, many of us here still owe debts to the Royal Bank of Constantine! If we lose our capital, what can we use to pay it back?"

"Haha..." Ahuni chuckled, "Money or life, this is really an old question... I even doubt that humans have never figured it out since they invented currency."

"Now the situation outside is very obvious. I don't know how many groups of rioting slaves are furiously liberating their compatriots. Although I think this group of slaves is not worth mentioning in front of the regular Viking army, but don't forget... "

"Lord Mokrash has taken 90% of the province's troops to plunder across the sea! There are no troops or ships in the Dragon's Breath Plateau Province now. Haha, I'm afraid we can't escape even if we want to! "

"The demons from hell have been released. We can only pray that they will spare our lives for the sake of 'mercy'. Anyway, I did everything I could. I freed all the Slavic slaves, The property, horses, and food in my name have all been given to them. If they still don’t let me go, then King Xin misses me, and he admits it..."

"As for you, if you still can't think about it after reaching this stage... then you might as well go home and clean your neck, and wait for the knife!"

The candlelight in the room flickered on and off, reflecting the uncertain expressions of everyone. The slave owners knew Ahuni was right. When order was in place, slave revolts did not make much of a splash. However, a spark has now flown into the barrel of dry firewood in Beizhou.

The density of slaves in Dragon Breath Plateau is too high! Here, a spark is enough to cause a violent explosion!

Businessmen are all profit-seeking. In order to reduce costs, each farm does not hire many guards. Compared with those strong Slavic men who were warriors when they picked up swords, their combat power was too weak. After thinking for a long time, Gu Lan finally made up his mind. When he was about to leave, the coffee in Mr. Ahuni's hand rippled.

"coming"

"They are here after all..."

After muttering a few words, Ahuni drank the last bit of coffee in the cup and closed his eyes on the recliner with satisfaction. His fear comes from the unknown before life and death. When he knew he was going to die, he relaxed.

He put down the coffee cup in his hand and gently held a Flame Bible. On the surface of the Bible is the head of a burning giant.

(Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Slaves make slave owners, and slave owners must also have the consciousness to die at the hands of slaves.)

(That’s all)

(Life is just a blink of an eye. I lived, loved, and died here today...)