The Game of Demon Hunter

Different from the previous two passing times, the first time the mage directly practiced the Feather Fall technique and floated down from the sky, the second time the metal box was directly thrown down roughly.

This time, the airship planned to stay here for a while, and the anchor hit the ground heavily, as if waiting for the slave soldiers below to fix the airship.

But at this time, the slave soldiers had escaped Abraham's control and were in a state of confusion. The witcher didn't know how many people would choose to rise up for freedom like Abraham did.

After all, these people have grown up in this kind of environment since they were young. Do they have the courage to resist the enslavement of these mages?

The witcher has always seen Abraham's reaction. It is indeed remarkable that this man can stand out from slaves and become a manager.

Not only did he show the courage to break the boat at critical moments, but he would choose to compromise and cooperate when he knew he was invincible.

Xu Yichen quietly observed Abraham, waiting for his reaction, just like what Marx once said to himself: "We are born as human beings, and we should bear the burden."

Now is the time to test you, maybe in the next second, the people on the airship will find out the abnormality of the slaves below, let them lift off and evacuate, ruining the last hope of the slaves.

The Templar tidied up his armor, and walked into the formation of slave soldiers very calmly, not caring that in the previous few hours, it was his order that caused more than half of the slaves to lose their lives.

"I know you are panicked, nervous, and at a loss." Abraham stood among the slave soldiers, and when passing by, pulled up those who had fallen on the ground and hadn't stood up one by one: "But I want to tell you, We are free! From now on, my brothers, we are no longer slaves!"

The words of the Templars made the surrounding slaves a little confused. They seemed to want to say something, to communicate with others, to see if they were as confused as themselves, but the sequelae of years of suppressed thoughts made them finally remain He fell silent and quietly looked at the manager in front of him.

The silver-white armor represented authority and the supreme Witch King.

The word freedom is too far away from them, so far away that most people don't even understand what it is.

"Three months ago, I was like you, living like a walking dead every day." Abraham said: "Later, I became a Templar, and you all know what this means. I am a manager!"

The slaves backed away nervously.

"I know that most of you have never had anything beautiful in this life, freedom, hope, dignity, love." Every time Abraham uttered a word, he would pause for a moment, and the people around him looked at each other with numb eyes. Looking at him, unable to comprehend the power contained in those words.

"I have never owned one, but I can read and read, and my mother taught me how to read." Abraham's eyes were filled with uncontrollable tears: "Maybe this is the cruelest thing, when you When you don't know those things, you think you can get by, and there's nothing wrong with being a slave."

"However, once you know the meaning behind those magical words, you will find that you can't bear this damn life for a second." Abraham's voice gradually became louder: "I know you are confused, I don't know what happened, so I'll tell you now!"

The slaves waited in silence for the Templar's words, and for the first time in their lives, they arrived curiously.

"Follow my command, no matter what order I give." Abraham knew these slaves, because he was once one of them: "I will let you run on the plains unscrupulously one day in the future." , when you face death, you can cry, you can rush to fear."

The eyes of the slaves seemed to light up.

"When you face fear, I want to tell you that you can run away." Abraham roared: "When you feel pain, you should scream!"

Most of the slaves felt their heartbeats start to speed up and their breathing became short of breath, as if something was stuck in their throats.

"When you want to cry out, you have the right to cry out, just like me, like a free man!" Abraham took a deep breath, his entire chest puffed up, like a man who had never breathed fresh air. , like a greedy hippopotamus: "Ah! Ah! Ah!!"

The slaves gathered around him finally found a breakthrough, and together with the Templars in front of them, they shouted loudly, and an unprecedented sense of pleasure flowed in their blood and throughout their bodies.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The roar of the slaves overwhelmed the hissing of the bugs outside the fortress for a while, making the mage Werther standing on the magic tower pale, and making the airship aloft feel that something was wrong with the atmosphere below.

"For freedom!" Abraham shouted: "Fix that airship!"

The dozen or so slaves closest to them rushed to the solid anchor that fell to the ground, and there was a huge metal ring every five meters on the inner side of the fortress wall.

The mercenaries didn't know what these were for before, but now they know that those metal rings are used to fix these airships.

The pilots on the airship were contacting the mage Werther to ask if there was any change in the fortress, but the mage Werther replied in a dry voice: "Everything is normal, waiting to be fixed, lower the altitude, and prepare to receive the cargo."

So the airship shook its huge body, released a lot of white steam again, and lowered its height a bit, making it easier for the slaves to drag the solid anchors to hang it on the wall.

Inside the magic tower, Yang Yuefan patted the pale face of the mage Werther with his other hand in satisfaction: "Good job, we have made a good start, now, tell me, how many 'great witch kings' are there in the New World?" '."

"You lunatic, I don't know what your purpose is, but you are all dead. It won't be long before the upper echelon will know what happened here!" Mage Werther said through gritted teeth: "Before that, all the living here People have already been torn to pieces by bugs!"

"Answer my question, my friend." Yang Yuefan scratched the mage's half-cut ear with a dagger, and the painful stimulation made the mage's body tremble: "How many people are there in the Witch King?"

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