Chapter 6 Chartres

In the dark black iron mine, the mining slaves were like beasts, undressed, thin and weak, and the heavy iron chains slowly sounded. From time to time, there were the beating of leather whips and the hysterical howl of slaves.

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The sound of heavy tapping, the morning bell and evening drums remind the slaves of their identity all the time. An elderly man, dragging a dirty beard and holding an 80-pound sledgehammer in his hand, long gasping and godless eyes tell people that with his old age, his body is already overwhelmed. Death covers itself all the time!

"Domas, why did you stop this damn old man!" The sound of chickens crowed, and with the help of the dim light, it could be seen that this was a brown-haired man with sharp-billed monkey cheeks, and his face was branded with the label of "West Asian mining slave" like Jiulong.

The whip in his hand was stained with blood stains, and his short man jumped, shouted from afar, and chased after the old man Domas crazily. The mining slave next to him ran over like a monkey and trembled with fear!

Old Thomas's eyes flashed with a sad confusion, but his numb expression told people that he was unable to escape this time, but his movements were not slow. He immediately turned around, hammered hard, and heavily bombarded a huge black stubborn stone beside him. Bang - such a heavy hammer was rebounded by black iron ore. Get up and hit a series of sparks, and the harsh sound made people's scalp tingle.

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The expected cowhide whip came, and the short round whip with a sharp-billed monkey's cheeks hit the back heavily. Suddenly, blood flowed out, and the skin was flawed. The old Domas's body trembled, and the two hands dragging the iron chain trembled on the black iron ore, allowing his whip. He hit, but he didn't say a word.

"You damn old man ate my food and won't work for me for a while. You can't die!" When the short brown-haired man saw the immortal Thomas, he not only did not tighten his work for a while, but also lay there motionless and let himself be whipped.

Son of a sudden, he frowned and burned in anger. The long whip was like a poisonous snake swallowing the letter, tearing on the old man Domas again and again...

Boom——

Domas, who persisted hard, finally couldn't hold on any longer. He was stunned by the pain and fell to the ground with a touch. His old eyelids trembled slightly. There, he saw a little angel with wings on his back and white as jade slowly waving to him, with a ethereal and fairy voice curling.

Domus's dry hand raised slightly upward, his lips gently mumbled, and muttered to himself, "Great and supreme Lord, I finally got your forgiveness..."

The short brown-haired man saw that Thomas did not move, stopped whipping, stopped cursing, went to the front, put his fingers on Domas's nose and tried, and said as if nothing had happened, "This is dead! What an overburdened old man!"

The man glanced around, threw the wood scattered on the ground at Thomas, took out a fire sickle from his arms, gently hit it, and a wisp of flame began to rise. After lighting the wood, he saw that the flame was getting stronger and stronger, gently slapped the whip, and said as if nothing had happened, "It is likely to rot here, plague The disease is starting to spread again..."

Inside a dark man, a bald man, with one eye, flat nose, fat head and big ears, burly body, ** chest, ferocious scars, shocking. It is said that the mining slaves here will not have such a physical fitness at all, but it is remote here. Appeared.

Next to him sat an eagle hook nose, his eyes were shrewd and bright, and his dirty face flashed with a trace of coldness and cruelty, but when he saw the one-eyed man in front of him, he meekly landed his head.

"Big Chartres, I got a message!" The middle-aged man with an eagle hook nose narrowed his eyes and said slowly.

"Pley, say whatever you have, don't fuck your mother-in-law!" The one-eyed Chartres bloodthirsty one-eyed one-eyed gently turned, and his scarlet tongue licked his lips, showing a cruel and bloodthirsty appearance.

"I heard from the West Asian warriors outside that there are now a large number of elite mineral slaves to be sent in. They are the famous Omael tribesman!" Pley's tone was gloomy, and there was a little cruelty and melancholy on his face.

"What?" Chartres was stunned, shouted, and said uncertainly, "Omail tribe!"

"Don't worry, Boss Chartres. With the strength of your fourth-level warriors, you don't have to be afraid of the tough Omer. If we can subdue those Omer and plunder their food, we will definitely make a lot of money!"

"Hmm!" Chartres snorted coldly, with deep worry in his voice, "Omer is one of the largest tribes on the mainland. Their people are extremely tough, brave and good at fighting. All kinds of fighting secrets emerge one after another, with sufficient food and good conditions. As long as civilians are qualified to practice, their strong folk customs lead to his strong body. Spirit and tenacious fighting spirit.

"Desp, there are still few intermediate martial artists. With your strength, you will definitely be able to subdue them!"

"Puley, don't take it lightly. Arrange a few people to provoke them first to see their strength. I hope there won't be a tricky role!" One-eyed Chartres sat on the ground and pulled out a steel knife from nowhere. The sharp blade added a little gloomy in this dark corner, which made people look, and his hair stood up in an instant!

Chartres gently stroked his beloved steel knife and said without permission, "It seems that it's time for my knife to get out of its sheath again!"

"Don't worry, boss, I will do it well!" Pley saw Chartres pull out the steel knife, shrank his neck slightly, looked at Chartres's steel knife with fear, answered, and ran away with his tail between his legs!

Curt rode on the back of the six-level Warcraft three-eyed ice demon wolf, and his cold eyes looked down at the quietly standing slaves. His grand voice spread in circles, shaking the whole space slightly.

"Dirty slaves, listen carefully. Entering the black iron vein in front of you means working for the great West Asian manor and contributing to the great Leren tribe!"

"The great Chief Leren has set the rules of freedom. You want you to hand over the prescribed black iron ore regularly. Your life is free in the vein. Enjoy your freedom!"

Kowloon raised his lowered head slightly and glanced at the surrounding environment with sharp eyes. They were on a flat ground, and a high black mountain in front of them. The mountain was cut open by Qiqi. It was not like artificial chiseled, but naturally formed, and seemed to be directly cut by sharp weapons. Above the gap of the mountain A huge hole was chiseled. From afar, the hole was extremely dark. Jiulong lowered his head again and thought to himself, "Is this the so-called black iron vein? Look at the color of the mountain, it is also inseparable!"

"Get them all in! Get food there and exchange 100 catties of pebble-sized black iron ore for your food for the next ten days. If you don't have enough black iron ore, you will starve to death!"

With the loud shout of science popularization, under the leadership of the warriors, the new mining slaves slowly entered the black iron vein and came to the gate of the cave. Several warriors, one by one, registered, and then received food for ten days.

Finally, it was Kowloon's turn. After registration, Kowloon received ten fist-sized mixed-faced cakes. The colors of the cakes were different, and they were the roughest grain at first glance.

Kowloon regarded it as a treasure. He packed ten cakes, took out one, bit it, and clicked. The cake was surprisingly hard, not only because it was too dry, but also a compressed cake.

Kowloon was not only annoyed by this, but liked to come from it, "It turned out to be a compressed cake. No wonder it's so small. Although the ten days are less, it's barely enough!" In fact, he doesn't know the strong labor force of mining slaves. This little food is not enough for them to eat for six or seven days.

After collecting the grain, Jiulong followed the long team and slowly stepped into the black iron vein of the West Asia Manor. From then on, his legend began from the bottom of the world to the peak of the continent!