Thousands of slave miners were crowded in black on the small square in the middle of the camp.
Dongdongdongdongdong.
At this time, a heavy voice sounded, and the slaves' eyes shrank. They saw two pairs of monks wearing armor coming out. These monks were all supervisors, and they were not unfamiliar with them. However, they were all replaced with black armor, with a stream of inspiration flowing on them. They held a standard magic weapon and long sword in their hands, were fully armed, and a evil aura came to their faces.
The person in the lead was wearing bronze armor and blood patterns on it, which was exactly Cao Zhao, the captain of the mine camp.
At this time, Cao Zhao dragged a big knife like a door panel.
The tip of the knife rubbed against the ground, making a sizzling sound.
For some reason, all the miners' hearts tightened, and the originally noisy sound also quieted in an instant, and a breath of uneasy and depression flowed in the air.
Slave miners are not fools. Usually these supervisors are all in ordinary outfits and rarely are so fully armed.
What's more, they were all oppressed to mine day and night underground, but suddenly they were all summoned to the ground, and something was obviously a big deal happened.
Bang!
Cao Zhao walked to all the slave miners, and swept the big sword in his hand in front of him, a faint trace of blood.
He suddenly sneered: "Anyone is dissatisfied with me?"
All the slave miners looked at each other, and no one dared to speak out.
Cao Zhao suddenly raised his hand and pointed at a miner closest to him: "Are you dissatisfied with me?"
"No, no." The miner shook his head in a hurry, not daring to look Cao Zhao in the eyes.
"No?" Cao Zhao smiled slightly: "Then have you paid enough ore in the past two months?"
"Mr. Cao, yet, not..."
The miner was about to explain, and a pitch-black sword light slashed down. The miner was split into two pieces from head to toe. Cao Zhao gently swung the big knife in his hand, and blood beads splattered: "First."
He looked at the second person and smiled and said, "Where are you paying enough ore this month?"
"Mr. Cao, I'll be right away, right away..." the slave miner shouted hurriedly.
Puff!
A flash of sword light, the slave miner died on the spot. Cao Zhao licked the blood beads that spit on his face, and grinned: "That's gone... the second one."
Immediately afterwards, the third and fourth...
Cao Zhao walked to the slave miners. No matter how they beg for mercy, resisted, or ran away, as long as they answered that they had not handed over the ore, Cao Zhao would dismember him without saying a word.
In just one stick of incense, more than a hundred miners were killed by Cao Zhao.
The bloody body was covered with the ground, and the pungent smell of blood soared into the sky.
This made the remaining slave miners a little crazy. Is this Cao Zhao crazy?
Although I also killed people before.
But at most, kill a few thorns. As long as everyone abides by the rules, there will be no worries about life. But now, Cao Zhao is killing randomly without rules. As long as he says he doesn't hand over the ore, he will kill him directly.
They all understand how difficult these two are to mining, and they have almost never completed the task.
Isn't this going to die?
Some people wanted to run away, but there were supervisors and monks around them. Their cultivation was imprisoned. In the eyes of these supervisors, like ants, as long as they dared to run away, they would be killed on the spot.
After killing hundreds of slaves, Cao Zhao's evil fire finally vented a little.
When he walked to another miner, the miner shouted as fast as possible, "Mr. Cao, you can kill me, but I don't want to die inexplicably. I paid it every month before, Lord Li Hong can testify for me."
"Li Hong?" Cao Zhao looked at a supervisor beside him.
The supervisor looked at the slave, came to Cao Zhao's side, and whispered: "This person is Anzha from the No. 8 mine. He is a veteran. He has been in the mine for two years and has the top three in the ore every month."
It is extremely rare to be able to live in a mine for two years, and there must be some extraordinary means.
Even among miners, there are still classes.
Some veterans and strong men will stand out.
Cao Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked at the thin and black miner. He said coldly: "What about this month, have you paid enough ore?"
"Master Cao." An Zha bowed: "In the past few months, there has been a strange and demonic wind in the mine cave. Once it blows, the ore will disappear, so we can hardly dig the ore."
"Demon Wind," Cao Zhao laughed loudly, raised his knife suddenly, and was about to slash: "Do you dare to scare me?"
"If you don't believe me, you can ask all the miners here." An Zha raised his head and faced Cao Zhao's knife, without evading, and said hurriedly and calmly.
call!
The blade almost hit Anzha's scalp before suddenly stopping. A trace of sharpness still cut in. Blood flowed down from Anzha's head, but he said loudly without any sense of it: "Please take a look."
Cao Zhao frowned, he looked away and looked at the others: "Say."
Following Cao Zhao's inquiry.
The remaining miners finally had time to explain, and talked about their experiences in the mine one by one.
One person can still make up.
But ten, hundreds, and even almost all the slaves in the mine cave spoke in unison, saw the demon wind, and some details were depicted very realistically, which finally made Cao Zhao feel something was wrong.
He had always thought that these miners were on strike together, but after careful investigation, it was not the case. Is it really haunted in the mine?
What kind of demonic wind?
Cao Zhao didn't believe it at all, and there must be a reason behind it.
"You guys go down and check it out."
Cao Zhao immediately sent supervisors to the mine cave. If you don’t check it, you won’t know. After checking, Cao Zhao was so angry that the three corpse gods were furious. Almost every mine cave had countless cracks, and all the ores disappeared.
The Mohist school naturally had magic tools to explore mo crystals, like a mirror, which could show all the mo crystal ores that are thousands of meters deep.
But now, a huge ink crystal vein.
Almost emptied.
While Cao Zhao was frightened and furious, a strong fear surged in his heart. He was finally sure that there was a huge black hand behind it. Someone actually stole the Mojing Mine. Although the ore vein he supervised was a branch, the Mojing inside disappeared, and he would definitely take the blame.
With so many Mo Jings gone, I'm afraid he has ten heads that are not enough for the Mo family to cut.
These mo crystals are the lifeblood of the Mo family.
In order to compete for this resource star back then.
It is said that even the Gods participated in the war.
Whoever touched Mo Jing, let alone a small supervisor, even the Mo family's direct descendants would not have any good results.
"It's over, it's over."
Cao Zhao's face was pale, like an ant on a hot pan, shuttled back and forth through the mine, his voice like a mad dog: "Who, who did it?"
"Sir Cao, some people say that he has seen someone in the mine cave with abnormality and possessed magic power."
Fang Ping, the supervisor of Mine No. 7, reported that Cao Zhao suddenly stopped and shouted: "Take him here."
After a while, a bald man was brought with him, with six ring scars on his head. As soon as he saw Cao Zhao, he knelt down and said, "Little Gu Fang, I have seen Lord Cao."
"Stop talking nonsense, tell me what you know immediately. If you lie to me, what consequences will you know?" Cao Zhao's eyes were crazy and covered in blood. He was obviously collapsed to the limit by the pressure in his heart.