Chapter 163 4.23 Feast of Killing (3)

That night, a raging fire burned in the Mowus Mine. The rising smoke and flames illuminated half of the sky and spread far and wide. All the herdsmen in the Dragon's Breath Plateau Province could see the red smoke rising from the distant horizon.

Among these people, the most uneasy one was the Solonis Ranch, which was only 40 kilometers away from the Mowus Mine.

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

Deep worry arose in his heart.

As a rather simple mine, the Mowus Mine has collapsed and exploded continuously, but a large fire of this scale has never occurred. Especially considering that the Dragon's Breath Plateau has been short of troops recently, although the Vikings have a customary rule of "looting in autumn without launching wars".

But such an abnormal thing still made him feel a lot of fear in his heart.

The next morning, before dawn, Solonis, who couldn't fall asleep, rode out with twenty fully armed slaves. However, two hours later, they returned with solemn faces. He didn't say a word after returning. When he returned to the camp, he immediately summoned all the slave owners to go back to the house to discuss matters.

However, he didn't notice that in the slave barracks not far away, a pair of vigilant eyes saw 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 the fire on the horizon, but also the Slavic slaves who lived on dairy cows. The warrior's intuition told Makarov that it was not a simple accident that could make the Merus Mine, the largest slave estate in the Dragon's Breath Plateau, burn all night.

Two years ago, Makarov, who drank a few more barrels of vodka and slept in the wheat field at night, woke up the next day and found that he was tied up and transported to the Vikings' longship. This former "Iron Teeth Guard" returned home at the age of 30 due to old age and physical weakness. However, he did not expect that after only two months of peaceful life, he became a Slavic slave because of a drunkenness.

Makarov is one of the few smart people among the Slavs. He has a clear understanding of combat power. If he relies solely on himself, he is afraid that he will die in the end, so he honestly accepts his slave status. And relying on good luck, he was sold to the dairy farm in Solonius.

The work and supervision are relatively easy.

For two years, Makarov has been like an ordinary middle-aged herdsman, herding cattle, milking, and serving slave owners every day. Despite this, his vigilance as an Iron Teeth Guard has not been lost. The Byzantine slave owners did not know that he had already mastered the method of opening handcuffs and shackles.

As long as he wants, he can get rid of the shackles at any time.

Seeing all the slave owners go back to the house to discuss matters, Makarov gave a wink to the Slavic slaves on the left and right. It didn't take long for the slave owners to reappear.

As expected, today the slave owners looked flustered and acted abnormally. The Slavic slaves were not shackled and sent out to work, but were still chained together and taken to a sealed room.

In the center of the room was a wooden cross, a simple chapel made by the Byzantine slave owners. Bundles of firewood were piled up in the room, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of kerosene. Everything was exactly as Makarov had guessed.

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

(Something earth-shattering 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 in satisfaction. Just as they were about to leave, Makarov roared "Hey!"

The slave owners looked back, but what they saw was that Makarov respectfully bowed to all of them in a Slavic way.

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

After living with this group of Slavic slaves 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 hadn't reacted to what this simple sentence meant. However, at this moment, Makarov had already unlocked the shackles on his hands and ran over with big strides.

As he ran, his gray hair fluttered in the wind, and the whole person turned into a cold gust of wind, instantly sticking in front of the Roman slave owners. The slave owners had not yet realized the danger in front of them, 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 Solonius for not killing me!"

Then, Makarov turned around and slashed straight into a metal whirlwind! He cut open the stomach of the Byzantine slave owner in front of him with a knife! Blood mixed with organs rushed out, but Makarov's attack had not stopped! He moved quickly between the slave owners, ruthlessly harvesting their lives.

As a chosen one of the "Greedy Wolf Path" in the "Hakkaran Temple", although he lost his wolf, he still had some of the power of Sequence 5 "Greedy Wolf". With his ability, it was 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 iron 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 on the lower reaches of 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 all over 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!

Merchants are all profit-seeking. In order to reduce costs, each farm hired few guards. Compared with those Slavic strongmen who are warriors as soon as they pick up knives, their fighting power is too weak. Gulan finally made up his mind after thinking for a long time. When he was about to leave, the coffee in the hands of old man Ahuni began to ripple.

"Here they come"

"After all, they are here..."

After mumbling a few words, Ahuni drank the last bit of coffee in the cup and closed his eyes in satisfaction on the recliner. His fear came from the unknown before life and death. When he knew that he would die, he relaxed instead.

He put down the coffee cup in his hand and gently took a flaming Bible. On the surface of the Bible was the head of a burning giant.

(Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. Slaves made slave owners, and slave owners must also be aware of dying at the hands of slaves.)

(That's it)

(Life is just a moment, I have lived, loved, and died here today...)