Red Blood Dragon Knight

Chapter 667 The Erupted Volcano (seeking a ticket, asking for a monthly pass, asking for various tickets)

"It's on fire, it's on fire."

"You bastards, get up and fight the fire."

"It's all his up."

The little officers and foremen carried whips and weapons in their hands, and ran around the world in the camp. When they met people, they waved the whips and drove the laborers like cattle. They forced them to work all day and became exhausted. Extremely cattle to fight the fire.

Driven by whips and sticks, those tired and unsteady laborers had no choice but to pick up water basins and buckets, with heavy steps, and slowly towards the burning wood factory. Go.

The fire was raging in the distance, and the sky was blazing red in direct light. From a distance, the orange-red flame seemed to have burned into the sky. Under the bright fire, even the thin silhouettes of the workers were also coated with a layer of red, but they were moving. At that moment, they all appeared unusually slow and stiff. Unkempt and dull eyes. Just acting on instinct.

Their thin, rickety bodies move slowly one step at a time, looking from a distance, they are like a group of thoughtless walking corpses. If you don't look carefully, they will be regarded as skeleton soldiers under the control of the Necromancer.

The foremen next to them still felt that their actions were slow, and they kept yelling in anger, waved their whips mercilessly, and slapped the whips. With each whip down, a piece of fresh meat flew across and wailed miserably. call.

Even though they desperately drove them away, the workers got up before dawn, and they had just rested in the middle of the night. They had already worked for twenty hours.

In one day, they only ate two slices of hard-to-swallow rough bread, and two meals were sprinkled with wild vegetable soup. These are not enough for a laborer's usual meal.

What's more, this is still a desperate labor day after day, never rested, and only after death can we rest.

At this moment, they had already reached the brink of collapse, like a bar that was screwed to the limit, either broken or bounced violently.

Therefore, no matter how the supervisors yelled and scolded, they did not get much faster. On the contrary, even from time to time, some people really can't survive, and they fall down immediately.

The overseers were not relentless, and immediately rushed to the throne of God Seal, and they were a whip at the man, but they had just beaten this man up, but there was another person next to him who fell down, and the team of laborers walked away because of this. Stop.

After just a short time of work, the puppies overseers were already breathing hard and vomiting their tongues out.

But even so, the whips in their hands did not dare to pause, crackling in the crowd.

A young worker in a team finally couldn't bear it, threw the tattered bucket in his hand, and shouted angrily: "You guys will kill me~ Do it during the day and do it at night. If you don't move, you will get a whip. What's the point of living like a dog like this? It's better to die."

Everyone was shocked immediately.

There was a thoughtful look on someone's face.

Some people lowered their heads, and glanced at the supervisor in front of them from the corner of their eyes.

To be alive now can only be like a dog. Without freedom, people can be whipped and scolded, and work ceaselessly. Never see a trace of hope.

Could it be that it has been tamed like this until the last trace of vitality is drained.

He fell to the ground like a wild dog and died, and was buried in a shallow mass grave by the survivors.

Is this our fate?

Is only death the only relief for us?

"The one over there, let me get up quickly, do you want to find a fight?" The overseer next to him watched and ran over with angrily.

He came to the front, grinning grimly, and drew a whip to the Throne of God Seal.

But the man took a small step forward, and immediately escaped the whip quietly, and then shouted loudly: "You doglegs. We are also humans, we have parents, wives and children, and we have a family. Why? We are going to work non-stop, working to death like animals. Don't even get the last chance to see them? But you have wine and meat, forcing us to work non-stop."

The workers froze again.

That person's words, like lightning and thunder, struck the already numb minds of the workers heavily.

Their already rigid brains just remembered that they seem to have a family, children, and wives. Parents...

How long ago was that?

Since I was forcibly pulled into this workshop by those cool officials, how long has it been since the Throne of God Seal?

One month, two months, one year, two years...

I remember the child’s smiling face in the deepest part of my memory, his wife’s grievances, and the expectations of his parents...

But I can’t go back~

All of this will disappear with the wind, and he can only be squeezed out of all the value like an old dog, and eventually die silently in the never-ending labor.

They may look at the door of their home day after day where they are leaving.

But they can never wait for their return.

They won't even know where they died.

In the laborers' originally dull, ashes-like eyes, a faint humanity began to flash out.

That person's words evoked the emotional nature that they should have human beings, and those natures that have been worn down by years of labor and cruel oppression have almost disappeared.

At this time, the man shouted angrily: "They are all waiting for us to go home. But we can't go back anymore. We can only do it till death. Instead of doing this, it's better... better..."

"In addition to living humblely like a dog and dying in the end, do we have a second choice?" The workers should have been numb in their minds, and could not think at all.

Therefore, they all stopped, looking at the young man blankly, waiting for the inevitable answer.

"How about it?" The overseer also found something wrong, looked at the young man with a grim look, then drew the dagger from his waist, roared, and rushed towards him on the Throne of God Seal.

The young man backed back and forth.

At the same time, it also made everyone see the shimmering dagger in the hand of the overseer. The laborers who had seen Heigen's brutality for a long time felt that this was a matter of course.

The laborers all watched this disparity in strength in a dull manner, and neither stopped nor did it. Just watched silently.

The overseer waved the dagger in his hand, becoming more brave as he fought. A few times it was enough to scratch the young man.

At this time, the overseers and guards all around saw the situation here, and they all rushed towards this side.

The overseer swung a dagger at the moment, stabbing the worker's vitals time and time again.

He looked at the other party and could only dodge in embarrassment, then laughed wildly, and said with a grin: "You mean? Are you better off? What can you do with untouchables? Hahahaha..."

He was laughing wildly, but it didn't appear. At this time, Wan Lai was completely silent, and even the sound of the skyrocketing fire in the timber yard seemed to disappear.

All the workers stopped, listening with bated breath, listening to the answer of the young man.

It was like the tranquility before the storm came to jail, everyone was waiting silently, waiting for the mighty thunder that inevitably appeared behind the dark cloud.

At this moment, I saw the young man smile strangely.

The supervisor was taken aback for a moment, and instinctively felt his heart sink: "He...what is he laughing at?"

Immediately afterwards, I saw the young man roaring angrily: "It's better to kill you~"

The sound was like lightning that pierced the firmament of the sky, and suddenly tore apart everyone's eardrums extremely roughly, got into their ears, and finally burned in their hearts.

The burly overseer was shocked immediately, looking at the youth opposite and the silent laborers behind him in terror.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the young man gently raise his hand, and immediately a bright sword jumped out automatically, and then swung the sword heavily~

Under the light of the fire, the long sword slashed towards the overseer with an orange light.

The overseer immediately screamed, and blood spewed out like spring water and scattered all over the sky.

The strong smell of blood immediately spread to everyone's nose, and then the dead corpse thumped and fell to the ground.

Before he died, there was still a strange look in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it at all: Why did a worker really dare to kill himself?

As overseers, don’t they naturally have the right to whip, oppress and exploit them?

The other overseers and guards nearby looked at them, and immediately yelled.

"Reverse, reverse..."

"The mud legs rebelled, killed him, killed him~"

Hearing the hoarse shout, the young man waved his sword in his hand, pointed at the overseers and soldiers surrounding him, and shouted angrily: "Lao Tzu is the opposite. So what~"

Those overseers and guards are stuck.

Yeah, that **** untouchable is the opposite~

What can I do with him?

The workers were equally shocked.

Yes, the other way around, so what?

It is a death anyway.

Instead of letting others bully and die in such a humble manner, it would be better to fight to death like a real **** man.

Even if it is dead, it will be vigorous~

Not in vain~

We are descendants of the Semites, and we have wolf blood in our nature~

The Great Demon God will bless the bravest warrior in the sky~

At this moment, the eyes of the workers next to them flashed strangely, and they began to look at them with eyes that the supervisors had never seen before.

That kind of look can only be seen by wolf cubs who have just tasted the smell of blood—curiosity, bloodthirsty, longing, and a little impatient.

It's like a lurking beast looking at the arteries in the neck of its prey in order to pounce on it, a bite fatal~

A group of guards looked at each other, then shouted loudly, "Kill him", and rushed to the young man on the throne of God Seal.

They were no longer fighting for repression, but for their own lives.

If the young man cannot be extinguished in an instant and this flame of rebellion is extinguished, then they themselves will be killed by the awakened laborers~

Compared with the workers, their numbers are too small.

Usually they can only be threatened with the ‘horror of death’. Once this threat fails, the consequences will be disastrous.

The laborers picked up the hoes and iron drills, they were not able to resist.

Seeing their hideous faces, they rushed over with gritted teeth. The young man responded to them with an even more ferocious sneer~

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and threw the long sword in his hand at the nearest soldier to the Throne of God Seal.

The soldier was not ready to guard, and he did not expect that the opposite person would make such a strange trick, and the sharp long sword immediately appeared through his chest. He screamed immediately and fell to the ground.

The guards couldn't help being stunned. They had never seen such a weird method of warfare. They threw away the weapons they depended on to save their lives. What is going on here?

Immediately, they were in ecstasy: No matter what, he had no weapons in his hands anyway, it was easier to kill him.

The remaining guards roared louder, and pounced like a wolf with persistent weapons.

At this time, the young man took out two strange things from his arms.

The long thin tube was shining with metallic luster, reflecting the beating flame, like a living monster.

Immediately afterwards, the guards saw that the man had pointed the nozzle of the weapon black hole to his side.

"Pop, papa..."

A strange sound kept ringing, crisp and loud.

Fires burst out from the muzzle.

The guards hadn't understood it yet, and immediately felt a pain in their bodies, and then they were knocked to the ground by huge inertia, and some even flew out.

Only in an instant, the guard did not snorted. He was hit and killed on the spot.

The other two or three were also knocked to the ground.

They looked at the small hole-like wound on their bodies strangely, as if they were wondering why they had such a wound.

But then blood gurgled out. The severe pain also spread to the brain along the nerves, and at the moment, they couldn't help rolling and wailing in pain.

Finally, when the remaining three soldiers saw this scene, they were also shocked. No matter how stupid they were, they knew that the young man on the opposite side was holding a magic weapon, which was not something their little soldiers could deal with.

They didn't care too much, and immediately shouted, then dropped the spear in their hands, turned and fled into the darkness.

But how can the young man keep their mouths alive?

He took a cold look, and then came to a dead soldier a few steps, and with a hook on his toe, the spear jumped automatically and fell into his hand.

The young man held the spear in the middle and made a few chic and gentle turns. This action was extremely pleasing to the eye, like a cloud and flowing water, but it was not just to be handsome, but to find the balance of the spear's center of gravity. point.

Immediately afterwards, the young man exhaled and threw the spear in his hand.

A black shadow flew in front of everyone's eyes like lightning, and then a guard screamed and was nailed to the ground by the spear.

The young man did the same, crucifying the other two to the ground.

At this moment, a group of workers were surprised to find that although there was another group of guards in the distance that was wrong, they rushed toward this side in a desperate manner. But in this very short period of time, there were no overseers and guards around him, and they were all killed by the young man in front of him.

The young man didn't even look at the guards coming from a distance, but walked over to the Shenyin Throne, and drew out the long sword inserted into the guards, and then raised it high.

He roared loudly: "What is this?"

A group of workers, the overseers and guards who are usually above all, are so weak that they were easily killed by the young man in just one round, and now they have more confidence.

Plus, the strong smell of blood stimulated. Their anger of being squeezed and enslaved for a long time exploded in an instant, and they are also crazy now~

They looked at the young man and shouted in unison: "This is a long sword~"

"No~" The young man brandished a long sword and roared angrily towards the dark sky: "This is freedom~"

He roared angrily: "Get up. Brothers, follow me in the opposite direction. Apart from the shackles and shackles, we have nothing to lose~"

"Get up, brothers, let's go back together. Only in this way we still have a chance to see our family alive~"

"Get up, brethren, it's the opposite of me-so that our children will no longer be enslaved like us."

"Reversed, reversed, reversed..." The workers also shouted frantically.

"To survive, to freedom~"

Hundreds of voices yelled in unison, and hundreds of arms were all raised up, as if it were a dense forest.

Then, like a snowball. More and more workers also yelled, and the voice became louder and louder.

The strong pressure they had originally received made them look like a volcano, about to erupt, but at this time, the young man's words were like a fuse, stimulating their nerves and suddenly detonating the huge volcano.

At the end, the entire workshop rang loudly, and the sound resounded like a tidal wave, resounding across the sky, rolling across the earth like thunder.

Facing these tens of thousands of workers, the guards and overseers tried their best to suppress them at first, but then they heard the thunderous roar and saw more and more workers face maliciously. He surrounded himself and turned the simple tools in his hands towards them.

They were also scared of their faces, their hands and feet soft, and they didn't even dare to aim their weapons at them. Rather, they screamed loudly like a group of women surrounded by gangsters in the middle of the night.

"What do you want to do?"

"Go back quickly, go back."

"Don't come, don't come..."

"I order you to go back, go back."

"..."

But the laborers didn't listen at all, and rushed to the Throne of God Seal like a tide, drowning them.

The rest of the guards and overseers did not see well, and they threw down their weapons, turned and fled, just like bereaved dogs.

But no matter where they go, there will be workers chasing after them.

Someone immediately got into the grass and hid. But he was found by the workers and beaten to death with sticks.

Someone smeared the blood of the dead and lay on the ground pretending to be dead, but the laborers would not let go of the bodies of the overseers and soldiers. They must be smashed.

These people who pretended to be dead were immediately stabbed to death by corpses and hatred laborers.

Some people saw that something was wrong and couldn't escape the chasing of the laborers. They knelt on the ground, crying for mercy and begging the other party to forgive their lives. Even if the lion heard the miserable voice, he would cry.

But after many years of labor, those laborers have long been heartbroken, more ruthless than lions.

As long as they think of how the overseers oppressed themselves, and think of the fellow villagers and friends they buried with their own hands, an uncontrollable anger will ignite in their hearts.

They ignored the guards who were begging for mercy, just stretched out their big feet and slowly kicked them to the ground, and then tore the guards and overseers who had been riding on their heads as a blessing to pieces.

This suppressed volcano exploded at this time with an incomparable immense power. Ruthlessly destroy all the things in front of him.

All the soldiers caught by the laborers were beaten to death in gangs, not even the whole body was left.

At this time, as the chaos intensified, most of the camp was on fire. The shacks, workshops, and warehouses all burst into flames, while the remaining half was also sparking a little bit of sparks. Burn.

Screams, roars, shouts, screams, clashes of weapons. The crackling of the firewood... plus the blazing fire.

The entire camp looks like a Shura hell.

Every time someone screamed and fell down, every time someone cheered loudly.

In the end all the sounds gathered together and turned into a roar like an abyssal beast.

"Reverse, reverse~"

The sound, along with the blood, the corpse, and the sword with the cold light, stimulated everyone's nerves and forced them to go crazy.

"Woo~oo~~oooooo~~~"

The long horn sounded.

It was a heavily guarded barracks stationed at a critical point.

After the initial period of confusion, after understanding the situation. At this time, they finally reacted.

The officers inside began to assemble their forces, ready to mobilize out of the camp, and use an iron fist to suppress the rebellion.

Knowing that he was about to face the soldiers armed to the teeth, but these laborers were not afraid.

For them, it was a death anyway. Instead of dying under a whip, it was better to fight a vigorous battle. If they win, they have the hope of survival. If they fail, they just return to the original point.

The workers have a high spirit of fighting, and they have nothing to lose anyway.

They have revealed their advantages in strict accordance with the militarized management.

These laborers, according to their usual labor organization, also began to assemble and prepare to fight the army.

Some guys who ran around and lost their organization immediately found a team nearby and squeezed into the team and gathered.

They all clenched the weapons they had just found indiscriminately, the swords, the sharpened sticks, the spades, the pickaxes, the crowbars...

Although these weapons are all extremely crude, and they know that facing the well-trained army ~www.readwn.com~ there will inevitably be major losses, and many people will not see the sun tomorrow. But their morale was high and they didn't hesitate at all.

Anyway, everyone is freaking out.

There is nothing to lose except the shackles~

In this cruel world, human lives are worthless.

A **** man, who wants to live like a human, does not rely on other people’s charity and mercy, but has to fight for it with his own hands~

Even if he died in the battle, it was not in vain. Better than being a cow and a horse, being bullied to death like an animal~

At this moment, the army on the opposite side took a neat step, pressing over like a mountain.

The knife is bright, and the cold is like snow~

The murderous aura that the army's peculiar warfare brought was as heavy as the substance, rolling over, and the people who were overwhelmed could not breathe.

At this moment, I saw a great chaos~