It was finally dark. A few lanterns were lit in the mine, and the guards sat by the bonfire to cook wine. The cold weather made them too lazy to patrol. It was precisely because of the temporary relaxation that a group of slaves had a chance.

This is a ruined camp in the wilderness. There are more than a hundred slaves working here, going deep into the bottomless mine cave every day. Without any security measures to protect it, people die almost every week, exhausted, sick, and starved. The black-hearted bosses are never willing to pay more for them, even chopping their dead companions into cheap rations.

Most of the mine slaves who survived in this environment ate the flesh and blood of their companions. Darkness and despair had long been melted into their blood. However, if they die without endurance, they would explode in endurance.

The slaves were preparing for a month and officially implemented tonight.

They decided to use their lives as their bargaining chips to bet on a future.

The old white clan slave turned around and looked at the young man named Xiaocao behind him. The young man was named Xiaocao, but in fact he didn't look like Xiaocao at all. His physique was the strongest of all slaves. Although he had been in this camp for two years, he refused to eat his dead companions. There were not just such slaves, but in the end he died, he became the rations of other people after he died. This strong young man named Xiaocao was highly powerful and could only survive ten people because he was highly regarded by his master. He gave him more rations and barely survived.

"Everyone is ready." The old slave said in a low voice: "Little Grass, we entangle the guards, you rush into the house, get rid of the fat pig, get his gun, and shoot the people in the arrow tower to death, and we have hope."

Xiaocao's young and honest face showed timidity, but when he thought of the person who was still waiting for him to go back, he was immediately filled with some kind of force in his heart and nodded vigorously.

"Everyone, it depends on whether you can live or not!"

"superior!"

The large group of slaves stopped crawling forward, all climbed up from the ground, crossed the high fence, and the lazily guards who were wrapped in warmth by the bonfire were stunned when they heard the sound, and they picked up their weapons and stood up from the ground. Hundreds of slaves rushed over like ants. Most of them were shackles on their hands, but they rushed towards the guards like madmen. In an instant, several people were knocked down. The slaves carried stones and rushed forward, and only shrill screams came from the inside.

The arrow tower was strange, and he hurriedly pulled the bow and shot it, and the slaves began to suffer casualties.

As the grass ran wildly, she felt the feather arrows flying over her side, and people kept falling down around her, including the best stones and the little fleas who took care of him. Once they fell down, they could never get up again.

This made the grass feel wrapped in fear.

The single-family building where the owner lives is right in front of him, but he seems to have no courage.

Whoosh!

Another arrow shot over.

At this time, a white and thin person suddenly knocked him away. The old slave fell to the ground in his chest. He waited for the grass tightly: "Don't stop, don't hesitate, live!"

The grass had red eyes, burst out extraordinary power from its strong body, got up from the ground and roared and rushed over desperately. She saw that there were several feather arrows on the position he had just stood. The old man who fell to the ground had several more arrows. He could only stretch out one hand and headed towards the direction the young man ran away.

Xiaocao had fantasized countless times what his owner's residence would look like. When he broke open the door and saw what it looked like, he couldn't help but lose his mind. Cans of clean water were neatly piled up, and smoked meat and dried cereals were hung on the wall. Five or six women who had only occasionally seen each other were being taken off naked, like five naked Aries, with their limbs wrapped around or curled up in the corner of the wall.

The master was bare ass. He was interrupted in his busy schedule. Now he was carrying half-wearing pants in one hand. The thing under his crotch was originally full of fighting spirit, but when he saw this strong slave breaking in, he immediately became depressed. His ugly face was full of anger and madness: "What are you doing? You don't want to die!"

A fight.

Xiaocao did not expect that the master looked fat and dull, but in fact he was very powerful. At the cost of breaking two ribs, he finally broke the master's neck with all his might. Xiaocao found his master's gun and shot the archers on the spire. The battle was won by the slave.

Under the night.

The guards were tied up in various ways, and each slave had to go up and cut a piece of meat to swallow it. The naked woman screamed, and was dragged out of the house by dirty slaves. A group of people surrounded him and only people were left with frantically roaring and screaming from the woman. The slaves pounced on one after another, like hungry wolf.

Xiaocao just stood beside and watched silently because he remembered a woman. That woman was the first woman in his life and the woman he decided to protect for the rest of his life. It was the second year after he was with the woman that Xiaocao was caught by a slave trader when he was going out to crack.

It's been two years.

I think of her all the time.

It is precisely because I want to see her that I try to live. It is precisely because I want to see her that I have uncovered my potential, which makes him realize his talent for evolutionary physique in the past two years. It is precisely because my mind is full of her that when she just fought with her master and fell into a disadvantage in the line of life and death, he could turn defeat into victory. Now this idea is even stronger.

Because of her.

Xiaocao was not like other slaves. He would never touch these female slaves, but only brought some dry food and water to the road.

He could not remember where the camp he lived in before was, so he could only inquire all the way with his memory. He had encountered crowds in the wilderness, murderous meat dealers in the wilderness, and natural disasters such as sandstorms. Through repeated tempering, the young man's body did not lose weight but became stronger.

Difficulties have no erosion of fighting spirit.

The longing became stronger and stronger.

He believed that he would be able to find his former home and hers.

But the longing that the wilderness cannot withstand. When the grass finally returned to a familiar place after going through all the blessings and hardships, it had been four years since it left. This place had long been a world of things and human beings.

After all, four years are too luxurious for the wilderness. He did not find the woman whom Mengcaihun was trapped. Because the grass was caught less than two months ago, the woman took the initiative to throw herself into a man's arms, but when she was tired of being played with, she was thrown into a brothel and died of illness in it. Now she doesn't even know where the body is buried.

This blow made him almost crazy. He rushed to the brothel like crazy, killing the client prostitute completely. After washing the brothel, he found the man and prepared to cut the man who killed her into pieces.

One move.

Only one move was used.

The grass was defeated and was thrown into the Colosseum.

…………

Life in the Colosseum is bloody, and it is far more cruel than the black mine. Every day, you have to fight with people or mutant beasts, and use bloody performances to exchange for entertainment for the audience.

The Colosseum has no future than the black mine. At least it can plan to resist and escape in the mine pit. In the Colosseum, he is so weak and insignificant that it is almost impossible to escape from the noses of these people, let alone resist. And that damn man comes to appreciate it every day, and his bloody battle, painful struggle, and bruises all over his body have become a way for him to have fun.

He was unwilling to give up.

So he tried to live.

I just thought about one day revenge.

Most people can't hold on for half a year in the arena, but this young man insists on it for a whole year. The grass of that year had a more vivid nickname: One-eyed.

No matter how strong the arena fighter is, he will fall one day and one-eyed person cannot escape this fate. He still falls in the arena, seriously injured and dying, and dying. The owner of the arena has already made enough money on him. This useless waste is thrown outside and let him fend for himself.

"Do you want to be alive?"

The one-eyed savage is like a stray dog. He is poured into a place of garbage. The meat dealer has begun to sharpen his knife. At this time, a man in a brocade robe appears in front of him. The one-eyed person opens his eyes and looks up at him. This man has black skin, heroic and strong. The material of his clothes is very fine, which is not common in the wilderness. Later he learned that this is the material in the divine realm.

This dark-skinned heroic man is called Heisha.

"The wilderness is cruel. Only when you are cruel enough can you live. If you want to live better than others, you must be crueler than others."

After recovering from the recovery of One Eye, he became a subordinate of Heisha. At this time, nearly twenty people like him had gathered around Heisha. After years of hardship, One Eye has already had quite good skills. Heisha, as a rebel general in the Divine Realm, is even one of the most powerful people in the wilderness.

There is never any reason to say in the wilderness.

As long as you are strong enough, you can enslave hundreds of slaves to work for you.

As long as you are strong enough, you can kill your master with your own hands and live in fate again.

As long as you are strong enough, you can plunder other women and ravage and torture them wantonly.

The most popular color of the one-eye is blood color, so he wears a blood-red eye mask and tattoos an exaggerated totem mainly with red balls. Even his head is dyed exaggerated red. From then on, he has been reborn and reborn and becomes a bandit wandering on the edge. In recent years, killing, looting, rape, and abuse have almost nothing that he dared not do. He didn't know whether depravity makes people happy or pursuing pleasure is depravity. This feeling of losing shackles is indeed addictive. He finally understood the mood of his previous master, finally understood the pleasure of robbing the person of his own woman, and even understood how fun it was to appreciate others' suffering as a performance.

The world is not kind, this is wilderness. Don’t be self-indulgent and think that fate is letting you down, because fate never despises you for a long time and put away your pitiful look. Your suffering is not worth a penny to the world, but it can make others have fun.
Chapter completed!