Sitting on the haystack in the cell, with his knees propped up on his elbows, fingers intertwined, and his chin resting on his knuckles, Todd looked at Boyle's already cold body and fell into deep thought.
He knew how ugly his face must be now.
The original plan was to rescue Boyle tonight and learn the whereabouts of Aisha from his mouth. Then find the latter, take these two people with them, and find a suitable place in the southern part of the North to establish an outpost.
Boyle is in charge of the internal affairs of the camp, Aisha guards the sea lanes, and Muxi Kingdom is responsible for material support.
This was the original plan.
But a major accident happened at the first step.
As the candidate for the leader of Muxi Kingdom's puppet regime, Boyle actually died of his injuries in this small and dark cell.
Inserting his fingers deeply into his hair, Todd opened his eyes wide, looked frustrated, and sighed heavily: "Did the goddess of misfortune take a fancy to me? Or has she provoked some guy with extremely low luck recently?"
Exhaling towards the roof, Todd said to himself: "What should I do next?"
Boyle is dead, and there is no point in staying here anymore.
The best choice at the moment is to leave here immediately and find another way.
But Todd was really unwilling to do so. Muxi Kingdom's strategy for the northern border was the result of repeated discussions between him and Emerson. Boyle had high popularity among the barbarian tribes, led many followers, and also
With many growing strongholds, he is the best candidate to defend against the Kingdom of Ulster and the Kingdom of Connacht.
Moreover, there was another reason lingering in his mind.
Boyle's words before his death made Todd feel sad.
A leader was still thinking about his people before he died. At the moment when he begged for help, Todd seemed to see himself in Boyle a few years ago.
Thinking back to the Trail of Sighs he visited during the day and the thousands of slaves buried alive, Todd shuddered.
If someone discovers Boyle's death tomorrow morning, his people will surely suffer the same tragic fate.
Standing up, holding his right elbow with his left hand, and touching the bridge of his nose with his right hand, Todd kept circling the cell, thinking hard about possible countermeasures.
The long night slowly passed, and the east gradually became white.
The sound of the morning bell sounded in his ears, and Todd, who had been thinking hard all night, stared at Boyle's body with a crazy idea spinning in his mind.
This idea is so imaginative that Todd himself is a little hesitant. But time is tight, and if you miss it now, you may not have such an opportunity again in the future.
Thinking of this, Todd no longer hesitated and started to take off Boyle's clothes.
Putting Boyle's clothes on himself, Todd began to observe every scar, birthmark, mole and tattoo on the boy's body.
Using the shaping ability gifted by Clarence, Todd changed the shape of the skin and fat in his body while observing the man on the ground.
The shape of the face gradually changes, the color of the skin becomes darker, and the marks are replicated one by one.
Half an hour later, Todd had completely transformed into Boyle.
Standing up straight and comparing himself with the person on the ground, Todd nodded with satisfaction, then frowned and shook his head.
The shaping power can change the soft skin tissue and fat connective tissue of a creature, but it cannot reshape bones.
Boyle is about thirty years old and about 177 centimeters tall. Todd is eighteen years old and 171 centimeters tall. If you look closely, you can still tell the difference from the height of the two.
But at this juncture, there is no way to take care of so much.
Putting his own clothes on Boyle's body, Todd used his ability to control soil, turning the prison floor into soft quicksand.
Watching Boyle's body slowly being swallowed by the earth, Todd took out a silver coin from his pocket, placed it on the other person's chest, and said quietly: "I can't make you a promise while you are alive;
After you die, I will try my best to fulfill your last wish."
The hero was buried in soil and gravel, and the last place he lived in became his cemetery.
Todd used his powers to re-solidify and flatten the soft sand and gravel, making it look like the original ground; then he walked to the corner of the cell, dug up the haystack, and removed his belongings, especially the Levi's
The amber stone given by Tan was buried underground.
After doing all this, Todd sat cross-legged on the ground and began to think about the next countermeasures.
This morning, Boyle's gladiatorial performance will take place.
It's said to be a performance, but it's actually equivalent to execution.
The Kingdom of Ulster has always had the most brutal and harsh attitude towards rebels.
The most important task at the moment is to win this gladiatorial battle. If they win, Boyle and his people may have a chance of survival, and the Muxi Kingdom's northern strategy can be successfully implemented; but if they lose, everyone will be in trouble.
There is only one outcome: death.
Therefore, victory is necessary, but another question arises - how can we win without flaws?
In the final analysis, Boyle is just an ordinary person with a slightly high force value and no special powers. Moreover, he has been tortured for several days. His current state should be weak and his combat effectiveness is extremely low.
With this said, there are three points that should be noted.
First, in order to prevent others from questioning your identity, all abilities with light and sound effects cannot be used.
For example, weakness and disintegration that emit a dim light, earth control that can control the earth, and metal skin that can transform skin into metal. The remaining ones that can be used in a limited way are clairvoyance, eagle eye, regeneration, and pain resistance.
Strengthening, speed, and other abilities that won't attract others' attention.
The second point is that the monster form must not be used. Todd who transforms into a monster can indeed defeat most enemies, but this will inevitably expose his identity and attract a lot of attention. If that happens, his identity will be exposed
Not to mention, there may even be unexpected powerful enemies coming to your door.
The last point is to try every possible means to perform. Having heard Rachel introduce Boyle's life, Todd has a certain understanding of this northern man. What he needs to do now is to perform Boyle's important role.
Love and justice should be emphasized, and his wit and bravery should be shown. Of course, the most important thing is to show the strength that suits this role.
Just as Todd was trying to figure out the role, there was a sound of footsteps at the end of the prison corridor.
A ringmaster and two Ulster soldiers approached Boyle's cage.
When the former saw the prisoner who had broken free and was sitting on the ground with a calm expression, he couldn't help but be startled.
"How did you untie these ropes?!"
Todd, who did not understand Hindi, followed his pre-conceived plan and gave him a cold glance, acting out Boyle's rebelliousness.
The supervisor was furious, opened the cell door with the key, pulled out the wooden stick he carried with him, and hit Todd hard on the spine.
Todd, who had been transformed by the tyrant in the Kingdom of Shadows, felt that such an attack was like scratching an itch.
But when the play was about to be completed, Todd let out a scream, fell to his knees, and curled up weakly.
"You ignorant bastard, today is the day you die!"
The supervisor breathed a sigh of relief and felt happy. He gave Todd another kick on the ground, and then winked at the soldiers behind him.
Two soldiers from the Kingdom of Ulster, one on the left and one on the right, lifted Todd up and dragged him towards the arena.
At eight o'clock in the morning, there were nearly 3,000 spectators sitting in the huge venue.
There are two reasons why so many people gathered here. One is because the King of Ulster is here to watch the gladiatorial fight in person today; the other is because the famous rebel leader, Boyle, will be here today in a gladiatorial manner.
, determine fate.
As the King of Ulster rang the war bell, a warrior stumbled out of the Gladiator's Gate.
There was a flurry of discussion in the audience.
"Is this Boyle? According to rumors, isn't he supposed to be five meters tall, with arms as big as barrels, and spitting fireballs from his mouth?"
"Look at his body, he's as skinny as a skinless mouse!"
"What is he wearing? Leather armor? Looking at its condition, could it be an antique left over from the ancient gods' era? Haha!"
"And the sword in his hand! Look at the color, it's made of wood?!"
Standing in the center of the arena, Todd looked around and immediately saw Rachel in the crowd, glaring at him.
Not long ago, Todd spent two seconds in the real world and ten minutes in the soul space to explain his plan to Rachel.
After that, Todd spent another full hour calming down Rachel's anger.
The host's voice from the arena interrupted Todd's train of thought: "Today's showdown is a peak showdown!"
"Today's gladiator is the ferocious and brutal leader of the rebels - Boyle! He once single-handedly defeated the commander of the Kingdom's Madezi Army and led the rebels to conquer Medea Prison..."
Listening to the host introducing past deeds one by one, Todd realized that Boyle had done so many great things and had such a great influence in the entire northern border.
"As for the gladiator's opponent! It's the one we're all familiar with...the Skinner!"
A two-meter-tall strong man slowly walked in from the other end of the arena. He was wearing armor made of human skin, holding a thick but sharp sickle in his hand, and a ring hanging around his waist.
Withered heads.
"The devil from the northern jungle! Nineteen fights without defeat! He is every opponent's nightmare! He is also an undefeated legend in the red circle!"
Watching this gigantic giant slowly walk up to him, Todd looked at the human skin and head on his body with disgust.
"In the name of the king, I declare that the fight begins!"
Before he finished speaking, the Skinner launched an attack first.
The huge scythe struck at Todd's shoulder.
The latter instinctively made a defensive counterattack: first he turned sideways to dodge the attack, then extended his legs to kick, and finally jumped back to widen the distance between the two.
However, Todd forgot one thing.
He kicked his opponent, sending the two-meter-tall giant flying into the air and sliding backwards for more than ten meters.
The entire arena suddenly became silent because of this kick.
Hearing the exclamations and gasps coming from the stands, Todd grinned with an expression on his face that looked like he accidentally smashed an antique.
He looked at his opponent who was struggling on the ground, stuck out his tongue, and whispered: "I'll choke him, the force seems to be a bit stronger..."