Qi Yuan, who was beaten to death, was thrown into slaves’ house.

  The slave in the middle was frightened and stepped back several times.

  The supervision-slave in charge of executing criminal law held the whip and knocked the palm of his hand, kicked Qi Yuan's head. "Do you know who he is?"

  There is no need for the slaves to answer. The supervision-slave replied: “Many of you know that this is the son of the former Moer Gan’s Chief, and the one who died outside is the same. Unfortunately, they don't have the same eyesight as their father. Do you know why they came to this point?”

  The slaves all bowed their heads.

  “Because they were dishonest!" the supervision-slave kicked Qi Yuan's waist and ribs with his head, which made him curl up and groan with pain.

  “As a believer, they betrayed the Horn-people Da-Rens and wanted to let go of the water monster Tian Wu, which was valued by Bone Sculptor Da-Ren and the Great Witch Hu-De! So as punishment, the Horn-people Da-Ren demoted them from civilians to slaves. But after they became slaves, they still didn't work hard. They even dared to think about running away, and even dared to encourage people to rebel against the Horn-people Da-Ren!”

  “Oh!" Qi Yuan got another kick.

  “And don't think it's better if you don't know! No one who works here is allowed to get food today. "

  The slaves rioted.

  The supervision-slave raised his whip and snapped, "Who dares to make a noise again? I will make him not want to drink for three days!"

  The slaves calmed down, kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed, and dared not make any more noise.

  The supervision-slave looked around with satisfaction and pointed to one of the middle-aged slaves who carved thin faces. “The Masters give punishment and reward. You have made a contribution in reporting. Everyone's food here will belong to you today. In addition, from today on, you can transfer to the weaving workshop to work. "

  "Thank you Da-Ren! Thank you, Da-Ren!” The middle-aged slave kowtowed happily on his knees.

  Some slaves shot out hateful eyes, but they were afraid to be seen by the people above, and all lowered their heads.

  The middle-aged slave looked around proudly, and finally stared at Qi Yuan, who crouched on the ground. Even if you were the son of the former chief, what would you do to me? Will you arrange heavy work for me and cut my rations? Now I know that CaiDa is so powerful! I'm not afraid of you if I don't work here!

  Some slaves were filled with so much hate that they dig their fingers into the earth. CaiDa is not a good thing. He should have been assigned to the most difficult and tiring grinding ground for work. However, CaiDa gave his woman and daughter to the little supervision-slave in exchange to not be sent to the grinding ground and was moved by general supervision-slave in charge of the whole slave camp respectively, and then came here for work.

  Although the work here is as hard as it is, the slaves here are secretly under the jurisdiction of Qi Yuan. They help the other person and are the least dead in the whole slave camp. However, CaiDa had something to spy for the supervision-slave. He was lazy and played tricks. He also secretly robbed the rations of the weak. When he was told by everyone, Qi Yuan punished him slightly. Unexpectedly, he had a grudge against Qi Yuan and falsely accused him of rebellion.

  However, Qi Hao was unwilling to be a slave and was really planning to escape. Cai Da's informer was crooked. The supervision-slave took the escaped Qi Hao back.

  Qi Hao and Qi Yuan are brothers. Qi Hao escaped. Many people don't believe that Qi Yuan won't know about it, but those who know the brothers know that even if Qi Hao can escape, he will never bring Qi Yuan, let alone tell him.

  But for some reason, when the supervision-slave asked him to hand over the body of Qi Hao and decompose it as a material, Qi Yuan refused and refused to let go of the body. As a result, the supervision-slave used the excuse to beat him to half dead, insisting that Qi Yuan also had the heart of rebellion, so the torturers dragged him out and beat him severely.

  The supervision-slave said a few more words and made a great deal of prestige for himself. When he saw that the slaves were as calmed as they were, he was satisfied.

  At that moment, the middle-aged slave immediately got up and kept up with the supervision-slave. He was afraid if he were to stay and he will get revenge on.

  The supervision-slave asked the slave who followed him, "Where's Duan Wei? Why don't you see him coming?”

  Duan Wei is the little slave in charge of the shed who raped the child and was killed. The slave asked sneered: “It's so cold. Duan Wei must have been hiding in some warm place to be lazy, or he must have caught some little slave to be happy."

  The supervision-slave scolded and threatened all the slaves. Suddenly, he felt that the atmosphere in the workshop was not right. What was the slave looking up at opposite him? How dare he raise his head so high when he speaks!

  He could hear the wind and snow clearly.

  The man was still waiting for the supervision-slave reprimand. Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, he couldn't help looking up to him. At this point, the steward was stunned.

  The supervision-slave, quickly, turned back.

  At the door of the thatched shed, a young man in a flaming fur cloak stood there quietly. It seemed that he had been standing for a long time.

  The guards at the door and the torturers were gone.

  Master supervision-slave’s heart was shaking and he shouted, "Who are you?"

  The slaves in the hut raised their heads when they heard the strange sound.

  Ah! Who is that man outside the door? When did he come? What are you doing here?

  Yan Mo slowly walked into the thatched shed, so he walked past the master slave, from the kneeling slave to Qi Yuan.

  "Who are you? What do you want to do?” The supervision-slave shouted again, grabbing the bone whistle on his neck and shoved it into his mouth.

  Yan Mo raises his hand.

  "Whew……" The whistle didn't come out, and the Master kept his whistle still.

  As soon as the slave spy saw that the situation was not good, he also wanted to blow a bone whistle.

  A dark shadow flashed, and the slave tube fell directly to the ground.

  The supervision-slave who was kneeling near him could see clearly, and there was a wooden thorn with thick point in the middle of the slave's eyebrow.

  For a moment, the grass shed was so quiet that everyone dared not move.

  Who is this man? He solved the warriors so simple that even the skeleton warriors are gone.

  Yan Mo knelt down and looked over Qi Yuan.

  Qi Yuan was still conscious. He opened his swollen eyes and focuses for a long time to ask weakly, "You Who is it?”

  “The Jiu Yuan’s priest, Mo.”

  Qi Yuan didn't respond at first. Two seconds later, his body vibrated and he struggled to sit up. "You, it's you Mo Da-Ren!”

  But he was beaten so badly that he broke several ribs. After struggling for a long time, he couldn't sit up. Instead, he was so tired that he coughed up blood.

  The Jiu Yuan’s priest? The Jiu Yuan’s priest! Other slaves doubted their ears.

  Yan Mo stood up and put his palm in the sky over Qi Yuan, speaking clearly: "The Ancestor God Above, I sacrifice with my energy, wishing this person recover from the injury, and recover as soon as possible!"

  The voice just fell, a hazy white light enveloped Qi Yuan.

  The slaves in the hut held their breath.

  “It's the Jiu Yuan's priest, it's really the Jiu Yuan's priest!"

  "The Water God Above! Finally someone came to save us!” Someone wailed.

  At this time, everyone forgot the friction between the Moer Gan and the Jiu Yuan, but many people remembered that there had been transactions between Qi Yuan and the Jiu Yuan.

  When the hazy white light disappeared, Qi Yuan, who had been frozen black and bruised and looked about to die, jumped up from the ground intact, the mood of the slaves in the thatched cottage was pushed to the climax!

  “Priest Da-Ren, help us!"

  “Priest Da-Ren, please, help us! Please!”

  The slaves could not kowtow to Yan Mo. This time, they did not beg for mercy, but looked at him with endless expectations and entreaties.

  Yan Mo's went to peel off the fur coat on supervision-slave and throw it to Qi Yuan.

  Qi Yuan quickly put on his coat, and his body slowly recovered. At this time, he had a real feeling of living.

  "Witch Mo Da-Ren, I'm not dreaming?" Qi Yuan still can't believe it.

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  Yan Mo wanted to turn his back. "Don't talk to me about dreaming. I've seen enough of you in my dream!" [1] The illusion he just suffered

  Qi Yuan doesn't know, so he looked at Yan Mo, grinned his teeth, bends his knees and knelt down to him, "Witch Mo Da-Ren, if you don't mind, I, Qi Yuan, hereby swear to serve you all my life!"

  “Get up, I ask you, how many slaves are there besides you here?"

  Qi Yuan didn't get up. He didn't know what Yan Mo's question meant. He hoped it was what he thought, but he had been disappointed many times. This time, he really hopes for his savior to come, but he didn't dare to take it seriously. "Da-Ren, you ask other slaves……"

  “Now the Horn-people are busy at the war camp, they have no time to care about this side, but when they can't find the enemy, soon or later they will check this side sooner or later. There's not much time. I'll save as many as I can today. You see how many people you can gather. Call all the slaves you can get here immediately. I will give you three quarters of an hour. I'll take you away in an hour. Leave me the bone warriors and the slave warriors!”

  The time system of the Jiu Yuan has spread to the nearby tribes along with their goods. The Moer Gan people is no stranger to the idea of hours.

  "Da-Ren, are you going to save us?" Qi Yuan's voice changed with excitement.

  Yan Mo reached for the supervision-slave manager and the supervision-slave, and said to the slaves who kowtowed or peeped at him, "Those who want to go with me, kill them!"

  The slaves did not move hands first.

  Qi Yuan got up, went to the supervision-slave, pulled out his bone knife, and cut off the head of the supervision-slave.

  The other slaves reacted and cheered together.

  "Don't make a noise, do you want to disturb more people?" Yan Mo's voice covered everyone.

  The cheers disappeared immediately, Qi Yuan recovered and organized slaves immediately. This man was used to being a manager, but now the temporary arrangement is still orderly.

  Several of his close slaves listened to his orders, looked at Yan Mo with sparkling eyes, nodded hard, turned around and rushed into the snow. Now not even the snow can't stop them.

  “Are you clear about their defense?" Yan Mo asked Qi Yuan.

  Qi Yuan hesitated for a moment, “I only know part of it."

  "That's enough. You take me to solve the slave warriors and bone warriors."

  "Yes!"

  "Da-Ren!" a slave pressed forward, cringing to stop.

  Qi Yuan turned his head and frowned. "What's up?"

  In the eyes of the slave, Yan Mo looked back at other slaves with expectations and said, “Priest Da-Ren, our family is divided into different slave sheds, some are near, some are far. The farthest is in the quarry and the millstone. The weaving workshop and the dyeing workshop are located in the wooden stockade, Da-Ren…… "

  "You want me to save your family and tribesmen?" Yan Mo asked.

  "Yes……" The slave's voice was so shaky that he was afraid that Da-Ren might not even care about them.

  All the slaves were worried. Qi Yuan was upset. As soon as he wanted to stop drinking, he listened to Yan Mo's intonation and said, “It's too late to do that today. First, I will take you back, and then come to take other people."

  "Thank you, Da-Ren!" the slaves knelt down, they could be content and hold on as long as there was hope!

  Yan Mo looked at Qi Yuan again, “Let your people organize quickly, fast! People who don't have any problems let them stay here and don't let them walk around, and don't take anything. "

  “I know, Da-Ren, don't worry, I'll arrange it." Qi Yuan nodded to another man, who immediately began to call the man who closed the shed.

  Qi Yuan turned around and walked out, "Da-Ren, please follow me."

  CaiDa was so excited that he wanted to leave secretly while everyone is not paying attention.

  But before he got to the door of the hut, the back of his head was hit

  "Kill him! He must not be allowed to tell!”

  A group of slaves rushed up. A moment later, Cai Da's body was buried in the snow.

  There are still some people in Qi Yuan's hands. Although these people are warriors below 3rd rank and those above a 3rd rank have become slave warriors, they are usually trained by warriors. Their actions and physical fitness are much better than ordinary people.

  These people are distributed in various slave sheds. They have few connections at ordinary times, so they are afraid to be discovered by the supervision-slaves.

  Qi Yuan doesn't dare to use them at will, and he was waiting for opportunities.

  Now, the chance is finally here!

  Those who run out are people who have faster legs and feet and are familiar with the terrain and guard arrangements. They can bypass those guards and spread the news to the warriors in the slave camps separately.

  Usually such behavior one has a will to fight for life and be extra careful, but today there is a big wind and snow that can hide their whereabouts - the worry about the cold has been left behind by them, and the Jiu Yuan's priest that appeared today is their greatest hope so far, if not today then when will they not fight for life?

  When the news came out, the warriors in each shed would secretly make the slaves ready. As soon as Yan Mo and Qi Yuan arrived, they could immediately follow them away.

  The nearest slave shed to them in Qi Yuan is the place Yan Mo saw to pick out new slaves.

  As soon as Yan Mo went in, he had killed all the guards and others before everyone responded.

  Qi Yuan arranged for four people to come and let them see the new slaves here.

  These new slaves knew that someone had come to save them. They didn't make any noise or escape. They all gathered together. They didn't dare to run. It was so cold outside. They would freeze to death soon after they ran out. It's better to nest here. Everyone could be warm when they were crowded together.

  "To save people? I'm with you!” A man who called himself a Bianxi tribesman walked out of the new slaves. "Many of the war beasts here are our tribesmen. The Horn-people caught us as the war beasts. I can smell where the war beasts’ camp is. My tribesmen will come with you when they see me. "

  Yan Mo said, “I'll take you back to the Jiu Yuan, would you like to?"

  The man fixed his eyes on Yan Mo. “I heard that there were no slaves in the Jiu Yuan."

  “No, but we are short of warriors. Would you like to come?"

  "To kill the Horn-people?"

  "Half the reason."

  “Good!" the Bianxi tribe man agreed.

  Yan Mo guesses that this person's position in the Bianxi tribe may not be low. Some of the escaped Bianxi tribesmen are in the Jiu Yuan and he just don't know what his identity is in the Bianxi tribe.

  At this time, it's not suitable for questioning. Yan Mo doesn't mind taking another batch of the war beasts with him. He immediately waves to the man, “Go!"

  The man quickly followed.

  Three minutes to forty-five minutes. It's too short to save people.

  Qi Yuan and the Bianxi tribe are still thinking about how to save enough tribesmen in a short time in such a snowstorm. When they got up, they are mute.

  All the snow and wind avoided them. They walked beside Yan Mo and could not feel a cold wind, and the snow would not float to them.

  Yan Mo urges them: “Go quickly!"

  They woke up and hurried up.

  Qi Yuan said he wanted to save his tribesmen first, and the Bianxi tribe man backed down a step considering his first arrival, but said that if the war beasts’ camp was nearby, it could not be bypassed specially.

  Along the way, almost all the slave sheds near the east of the lake have been walked.

  Yan Mo is the biggest cheating device. No matter how many slaves and bone warriors he encounters, almost none of them can send messages.

  There are many wounded and sick in the slave camp and the war beasts’ camp. If you change other people, even if you want to save them, you can only throw them all away in frustration.

  But Yan Mo is not someone else. He doesn't have many means of attack, but the means of saving people are richer and more effective than any other creature in the world!

  Since he has come, he will not leave anyone who can be saved.

  No matter old or young, no matter disabled or injured, take it all away!

  If he can't move, he will give treatment immediately.

  Because of the time, he can't cure them all at once, but it's not a problem for them to gain temporary movement abilities.

  Lying on the ground, a little war beast struggled to stand up. He was the Bianxi tribesmen who had just been caught. Because he was able to deform, he was directly sent to the war beasts’ camp. But he is too small, and the weather here is too cold. Even if other the war beasts are taking care of him, he still can't hold on.

  Yan Mo touched the head of the little thing and gave him a little life energy.

  The little guy stood on all fours.

  "Whoops." The baby with the childish bark still on bit Yan Mo's pants. [1]??

  Yan Mo picked him up and put him on another grown up beast, whispered to the war beasts, "Take him out."

  The war beasts in the war beasts’ camp are not all the Bianxi tribesmen. On the contrary, most of the war beasts are traded, all of them are tamed.

  Of course, these war beasts will not easily follow Yan Mo. They will not stir or stop because the Bianxi tribe and Yan Mo can communicate with them.

  "Really won't go with me?" Yan Mo said with a light on his fingertip. “If you want to go with me, I'll give you candy."

  The war beasts don't know what candy is, but the power at Yan Mo's fingertips is so extraordinary that they feel it instinctively!

  “Ow ——!" I'll go with you!

  With a flick of Yan Mo's fingertip, the huge monster made a comfortable and dull cry, and its body changed a little in an instant. A drum like a single horn appeared on its forehead. [1] I was wondering when a unicorn is gonna show up

  Other the war beasts have such obvious effect. What are they hesitating about? Grab candy before they’re gone!

  "Roar!" add me one!

  "Woo!" I go, too.

  Moo! Let's go, let's go!

  Well, at the end of the day, the whole war beasts’ camp rebelled, all following behind Yan Mo's ass.

  Yan Mo promised them to give them candy as soon as they went back to the Jiu Yuan.

  The Bianxi tribe's people looked at it with envy, and Yan Mo casually said, "The Jiu Yuan has a lot of rewards. As long as you have meritorious deeds, there will be rewards."

  So that's one of the rewards? The Bianxi tribesmen were excited. They don't just want to run for their lives, they think: maybe it's a good thing to pack up and join the Jiu Yuan and become a part of it completely?

  Yan Mo moved too fast. Later, the first slaves came out to inform them that they were much slower than Yan Mo because of the snow.

  Qi Yuan simply asked them to lead the team to bring the slaves and the rebellious war beasts along the way to the concentration place designated by Yan Mo.

  Yan Mo didn't point to the concentration area either. He went to the sky to check it. It was almost the center of the slave camp, and the venue was large enough to accommodate many people.

  The slaves who were brought together were happy and restless.

  Everyone dared not make a sound quietly, but waiting was the most painful. Finally someone could not help asking, “Is priest Da-Ren going to take us out? Is there anyone outside? We, we……” How many people will die?

  The last question was what the slaves wanted to ask the most.

  It's best if you can escape, but what if you can't? It's better to stay.

  There are many slaves with such ideas.

  There are also concerns, “Can we get out? I'm going to freeze to death standing here. Maybe we'll freeze before we get out. "

  “I heard that the Jiu Yuan camp is far away from us. Can we get there?"

  "The Jiu Yuan people helped us out, are they going to make us work hard for them?"

  When Yan Mo came back, he heard these whispers. He had a good ear and could hear them as long as he wanted.

  But he didn't dislike these slaves because of this. People who didn't have a real experience of slave life didn't know their real sorrow, and they were most worried……

  To escape is to live.

  But if running away equals death, it's better to stay and live.

  But there are slaves who would rather die than suffer.

  “Go away if you don't want to leave! Anyway, I can't live one more day like that. I'd rather risk my life and gamble!”

  "This is our best chance. I don't know if anyone will come to save us next time!"

  “It's better to escape in disorder than to stay here and be tortured to death!"

  There are also people who have blind trust in Yan Mo. These are people who see Yan Mo chanting a mantra to save Qi Yuan.

  They adored and said excitedly, "Witch Mo Da-Ren must be able to help us out. He even saved the dying Qi Yuan Da-Ren!"

  "Yes, I heard that the Jiu Yuan would become so powerful with Mo Da-Ren. Even the Horn-people were afraid of him, so they wanted to attack the Jiu Yuan first."

  "Don't be afraid. MoDa-Ren will surely help us out! Since he said it, there must be a way!”

  It's almost time, Nita. They should have found that they can't find the enemy. Although the slave camp will be the last place for them to check and remember, they should also be aware that any of them will think of the slave camp in advance.

  Yan Mo secretly counted the number of hands and the war beasts. Fortunately, it should not exceed the 100000 kg weight limit of the portal.

  “Everyone stay in this circle." Yan Mo made a big circle around the outside, which was the area he was sure the portal could cover.

  The slaves and the war beasts rushed into the circle for fear that they would be left out.

  For some reason, Qi Yuan dragged the body of Qi Hao into the circle.

  “If you're afraid, grab the person next to you."

  Yan Mo took out the transmission portal from the space, and the yuan-crystal that will be spent for a while. Fortunately, it's not far away, or he will really suffer from flesh pain.

  "Ready?" Yan Mo placed the yuan-crystal and looked around everyone.

  The slaves were very nervous. What was this?

  Some slaves also cried excitedly, "This is witchcraft! The great Mo Da-Ren is going to perform the great witchcraft! We are saved!”

  Qi Yuan stood by Yan Mo, and he doesn't ask Yan Mo to save the Water God Tian Wu. MoDa-Ren has said that he will save other people again. He decides to believe him.

  Yan Mo looked up at the sky and said in his heart, “I hope you can see so many people appear suddenly. Won't be shocked."

  “Go!"

  The portal lighted up.

  Because there are too many creatures to transmit this time, naturally, the aperture of the transmission portal is also very large and bright, even the wind and snow can't cover the light here.

  Nita was leading a search of the entire battalion.

  "Da-Ren! Look over there!”

  Nita turned around and saw the scene coming from the slave camp, which was almost faster than his brain. Nita took off and shouted: "The enemy is over there! Chase after!”

  Chase? What a bunch of nonsense! When Nita arrived at the slave camp with weapons, he saw nothing but the empty camp and the slave work shed to the east of the lake were empty.

  What makes Nita want to spit blood is: "Da-Ren, not good! The war beasts of the war beasts’ camp are all gone!”

  Your mother egg! Nita was boiling mad.