Lord of Rot

Chapter 36
The slaves rushed to the weapon rack immediately, and some picked up spears, the length of which could protect themselves within a safe range. They were bare-chested, and a little scratch on their bodies would affect their final life and death.

Some grabbed the leather shields, which were light enough to protect their lives from being stabbed by bows, arrows and spears.

The crazier ones are holding a chain hammer, just like the slave that Xi Duo Hai Hai bet on. He grabbed the chain hammer and rushed towards the slave closest to him, swinging the chain hammer with the nails from left to right , the slave raised his knife subconsciously to resist, but was easily knocked away by the chain hammer, and then the chain hammer hit his jaw.

puff!
The brain was shattered and blood spattered.

The headless corpse slumped to the ground.

"Ah!" A woman screamed, and she hid in the arms of her male companion, who hugged her to comfort her.It was impossible to tell whether the scream was genuine or not.

The lady's scream was just an introduction, followed by the roar of mountains and tsunamis.

"Smash his brains!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The scene was completely excited, and Xi Duo, who was sitting next to Li Qi, also shouted excitedly. He said to Li Qi: "Haha, join in here, Li Qi!"

Li Qi didn't feel very comfortable when someone died. Although he controlled the dead body and killed his teacher before, he didn't like killing people. senseless death.

The battle was fierce, and the slave Xiduo had bet on had already killed three people, and the broken corpses all over the ground were his masterpiece.

On the other hand, Li Qi bet on the black-haired slave. After grabbing two small knives, he turned around and ran to a corner away from everyone. The fight seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Li Qi admired his fighting style very much, making sure he survived first, but others couldn't accept it. They wanted to roar, to see blood, flying broken limbs, smashed brains, not guys hiding.

Finally, other slaves found the black-haired slave hiding in the corner, and rushed over with a scimitar. It was a strange knife used by grassland warriors on the Endor Plateau. If you don’t know how to use it, you will hurt yourself first. There are no grassland horses, but the running speed of two legs is not slow.

"Chop that guy's head off!" someone yelled.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Cowards are not welcome here.

However, the slave who was running with a scimitar suddenly fell to the ground. Because of his body rushing forward, he rolled forward a short distance even though he fell to the ground.

The slave was dead, his forehead pierced with a knife.

There was a moment of silence, and then the screaming and cheering started again, no matter who died, the audience was the same, as long as someone died.

The black-haired slave walked over, stepped on the corpse, bent down and pulled out the knife, then retreated back to his corner.

"A master of throwing." Xiduo Haishui said in surprise, "You have a good eye, Li Qi."

"I didn't expect that either," Li Qi replied.

The extraordinary knight Mustang even commented: "Anything becomes terrifying in his hands."

A throwing master who won the approval of the extraordinary knight?Li Qi was very interested in it.

In the arena, three slaves spotted the black-haired slave. They slowly surrounded him with weapons in hand. The black-haired slave also became very cautious because he only had two throwing knives.

The slave holding the chain hammer in the distance was already in trouble, and the siege of many people made him feel angry on the spot. Xi Duo sighed for this, and then went to look at the other one.

Just when there were still ten steps away, the black-haired slave shot violently, and the two slaves besieging him fell down at the same time. The throwing technique was so accurate that people didn't even need to aim sideways. .

Seeing that the black-haired slave had no weapon, the remaining slave roared and rushed forward.

Without the knife, the black-haired slave suddenly fell into a hard fight. He could only dodge continuously, and then was stabbed into the shoulder by the long sword.

But the moment he was stabbed, he had dodged and came to the corpse of a fallen slave, rolled around on the ground, picked up the scimitar, twisted around, and the scimitar brushed against the slave he was chasing.

The knife was inserted obliquely on the ground, the head of the slave also slipped off, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

The battle has been going on for quite a while, and the scorching sun at noon is baking everyone.

Corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood mixed with the uncontrollable feces gushing out of the body when people died floated to every audience.

Eventually, the fight ended with a throwing knife hit from the black-haired slave, but he was also badly wounded.

In 13 silver months, Li Qi took the money and asked Xi Duo Hai Hai: "Slave in this arena, can you sell it?"

"It's generally impossible to sell." Xi Duo shook his head: "And I also advise you not to buy. They don't obey discipline, and some even kill their masters. They are wild and unruly. Of course, if you bid high enough, they will definitely agree. But just like the game we just watched, a slave needs at least 20 silver moons."

"How much?" Li Qi thought he heard it wrong.

For the slaves he bought before, the expensive ones were only 2 or 3 silver months, and the cheap ones were even free, 20 silver months?That's two to three hundred copper stars, and that's the price for the porcupine to lead everyone to eat a meal of black bread.

"Why, you want to buy slaves back?" Xi Duo saw Li Qi's thoughts.

"I like that one"

Li Qi pointed at the black-haired slave.

The extraordinary knight Mustang Luanshi who had been beside the two of them said, "He is dying."

At this time, the situation of the black-haired slave was really bad. He was cut in the stomach. Although the intestines were not exposed, judging from the state of the black-haired slave, as the extraordinary knight said, he was about to die.

Immortals are hard to save.

"If it's just a dying slave, it will definitely be a lot cheaper," Xiduo said.

……

The champion was cheered, and the body of the loser was buried in the pit.

But inside the arena, the champion who won this battle was holding the wound on his stomach that had been roughly bandaged, leaning against the corner of the wall and quietly waiting for his life to pass.

The chain on the door was unlocked, and the slave owner walked in: "From today on, this Sir is your master."

The slave owner didn't look at him at all, and it was true that he quickly exchanged it for money before he died.

The person who came was wearing leather boots, an exquisite robe, and a badge with a porcupine pattern on his chest.

A nobleman!
"Stand up quickly!" The slave owner picked up the whip and wanted to whip, but the nobleman frowned and said, "He is alive, but if he dies..."

"He's dead, how dare I take your money, my lord~" the slave owner said respectfully.

"No, the five silver moons are already yours, but if you kill my slave and violate the interests of a nobleman, you will be sent to the gallows."

The slave owner smiled apologetically and repeatedly said he didn't dare.

But the black-haired slave knew that it was time for him to stand up. He clutched the wound on his stomach and walked out. Even though every step he took, the severe pain would squeeze out a large amount of sweat hidden in his body, but he still held back. Following that nobleman, as the nobleman said, the other party spent 5 silver months to buy him, and now he is his.

Along the way, the pain made his consciousness weaker and weaker. He only knew that he followed the nobleman a long way away, left the arena, and walked on the bustling street.

The crowd avoided him in fear, looked at him with disgust, or looked at him with distress.

They finally came to a remote and uninhabited path, and a castle could be seen in the distance, which was the residence of the noble lord, and it was something he could never touch in his life.

Nearby were several carriages and guards, they were waiting quietly.

"What's your name?" the nobleman stopped and asked.

"Dog" the black-haired slave replied, only now did he realize that his voice was so weak.

The noble continued to ask: "Do you know that you are going to die soon?"

The "knowing" dog is still standing.

"If you seek medical treatment when you first leave the arena, you might survive. I wanted to buy you right away, but the slave owner waited until he was sure that you were dying before he let go and sold you to me," said the nobleman. .

The dog didn't know whether what the nobleman said was true or not, his head was dizzy, and he could hardly stand up.

The nobleman said, "What do you want to ask?"

"I'm dying, why did you buy me?"

"I need your body," said the nobleman.

"You have bought me" The dog didn't care what the nobleman said at all, he was just a slave, and slaves had no freedom except suicide: "It was you who made me leave that place, that was my dream all along, so I After death, the body is yours."

"You may also be reborn in another way." The nobleman meant something, and then he said: "Get in the car, try to live a little longer, and look at this unequal world a few more times, just to be fresher. "

For freshness?

The dog was lying on the carriage board that was cleared out for him, looking at the sky, it was the first time he was so leisurely.

Thoughts gradually permeated, thinking of my childhood, the past few years, and today's battle.

It doesn't seem so bad to die like this.

(End of this chapter)