Two hours before the escape, the prison area on the underground floor.
Ackerman kicked the unconscious guard who was lying on the ground, threw away the wooden stick in his hand, and waved towards the cage.
Fried, the old barbarian warrior, was the first to get out of the prison. Looking at the playful young man in front of him, he asked tentatively: "Did Chief Boyle send you here?"
Ackerman nodded and pointed to the stairs leading underground: "That's right, but you have to go faster, time is running out."
Fried and Minnie led hundreds of tribesmen, followed Ackerman, and walked down the stairs at the end of the prison, to the warehouse on the second underground floor, and looked at the scene in front of them in surprise.
In the small warehouse area, hundreds of gladiators gathered together, sorting out their belongings and weapons.
Fried asked cautiously: "Who are these people?"
Ackerman greeted Casper who was walking towards him, turned to the veteran warrior and said, "These people are all members of the Red Branch Gladiator Association. They are willing to follow the boss and escape from here together."
Fried looked a little embarrassed: "But, so many people..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of a trap door turning came from the passage at the end of the second underground floor.
Ackerman lowered his body and signaled everyone to take cover.
A creaking trolley moved from far to near, along the gloomy corridor, and slowly pushed into the room next to the warehouse.
Hearing the footsteps gradually fading away in his ears, Ackerman tiptoed to the door of the warehouse, leaned on the door frame and secretly glanced at the corridor outside the door. After repeatedly confirming that no one was there, he gestured to find a few gladiators.
Go out together.
The veteran soldier Fried gave Shaman Minnie a cautious look, followed Ackerman's footsteps, and walked into the room next to the warehouse.
After bypassing a white curtain and crossing a dirty ditch, Fried frowned at the stench that hit his nostrils.
Lighting the velvet in his hand with a flint, Ackerman walked forward cautiously with the help of the weak firelight.
Hundreds of corpses covered with white cloth lay quietly on the cold floor of the room. The blood stains had long since dried and the smell of corpses was everywhere.
Ackerman glanced at the four newly delivered corpses, poked one of them in the arm with his toe, and said angrily: "Get up! How long can I keep pretending?!"
What made Fried almost scream in fright was that the four corpses all lifted up the white cloth and actually sat up.
One of them first pulled out an arrow from his lower abdomen, and then took out a shriveled skin bag full of blood. Finally he stood up with a smile, stretched his legs and twisted his arms.
Another gladiator took off a piece of fake meat attached to his neck, wiped the blood with his clothes, and said to Ackerman: "How is it? Are everyone here?"
"We're almost here. We'll just wait for the boss to give the signal and we will officially execute our escape plan!" Ackerman opened the white curtain and turned towards the warehouse.
Someone asked: "What will the president do? His gladiator was put in the last one!"
Ackerman said without looking back: "The boss said he has a way out."
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Time passed by, and as the gladiatorial games ended, more and more gladiators were sent to the second underground floor.
Soon, the huge warehouse was crowded with all kinds of people, including gladiators and Boyle's tribe.
People kept running up to Ackerman and Casper, asking them when they could set off, and the answer they received was only three words - wait a minute.
Fried, who was restless, walked around the warehouse with his hands behind his back. When he looked at Minnie, the shaman, he always had an expression that was hesitant to speak.
"Do you want to go out and help him?" Minnie looked at this restless tribesman and asked with a smile.
Fried sat heavily on the wooden box and said anxiously: "The patriarch hasn't contacted us yet, will there be any accidents?!"
Minnie closed her eyes and said softly: "Believe him."
Just as Fried was about to say something else, a calling voice suddenly sounded in his head. The next second, his consciousness was pulled into the solemn and mysterious temple.
Todd sat on the high throne, looked at the people in the audience, and said slowly: "The plan has changed."
Ackerman was shocked when he heard this and asked hurriedly: "What happened?"
Todd stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, and a real-time image constructed from holographic projection began to play in mid-air.
When everyone marveled at the greatness of divine power, they also saw everything that happened in the arena on the ground.
Deirdre, the Lady of Pain, was brought to the high platform, King Conchieber announced the list of traitors, and the people loudly questioned.
The scenes that really happened appeared before everyone's eyes like magic.
Ackerman took a breath and whispered to Casper: "This is divine power!"
The latter glared at him: "Shut up and just watch quietly!"
Todd waved again, and the screen disappeared instantly. He said to the others: "The tunnel on the second underground floor is no longer safe. You must choose other routes to escape."
After thinking for a while, Ackerman asked: "So that alternative we mentioned before?"
Todd nodded: "Although that plan is risky, it may be the only way at the moment."
Fried asked eagerly: "Chief, we have all escaped, what will you do?"
"I have my own way."
After saying this, Todd sent the others out of the soul space.
Returning to the warehouse on the second underground floor, Ackerman and Casper looked at each other and began to make plans to escape.
Abandoning the nearby tunnel, the two found dozens of trucks usually used to transport corpses in the morgue next door.
The first thing is to use the artificial plasma and weapon remains on hand to dress up some of the gladiators as dead corpses and let them lie on the bottom layer of the cart. Then spread a layer of hay on top, and then put some corpses in the morgue.
The dead bodies were placed on top of these people to serve as cover. Finally, a mat made of cattails was spread on each cart.
The second thing was to go to the warehouse, rummage through the boxes and find a pile of clothes worn by slaves, and let Boyle's tribesmen wear them one after another, pretending that these men, women, and children were slaves transporting corpses.
As for the remaining gladiators, they put on the clothes of the guards of the arena and pretended to be responsible for guarding and supervising the work of the slaves.
As for Ackerman himself, he found a pair of arena uniforms and transformed into the coroner of Red Circle.
Ackerman directed the cart filled with corpses from the waste ramp on the second underground floor to the transportation channel behind the arena.
Before they had taken a few steps, a group of soldiers suddenly stopped the convoy.
The leading Ulster officer looked at the vast corpse transport team in front of him, frowned and shouted to the leader Ackerman: "What's going on? Why are there so many corpses today?!"
Ackerman, who had put on a fake beard, cursed in his mind, why is there still an army guarding a place like this? But with a flattering smile on his face, he bent over and walked up to him, respectfully facing the army commander.
He said: "Sir, you don't know that the king personally promised freedom today, so all the gladiators went crazy! The number of people killed in the battle was several times that of the past! In addition, those who had not had time to transport out the
There’s no room for the corpses in the morgue!”
The officer glanced at Ackerman, snorted, walked to a cart, covered his nose and lifted up a corner of the mat with his sword scabbard. The highly decomposed corpse and those white wriggling maggots exposed inside made him step back.
He took two steps and shouted with disgust: "Take all these corpses away! Get out of here!"
Ackerman smiled and said: "Okay, sir, let's leave now!"
Just when Ackerman was about to say something to others about moving forward, the army commander suddenly came up behind him and patted his shoulder heavily with his sword scabbard: "Wait a minute! Stop!"
Casper, who was standing next to the former, had a fierce glare in his eyes and quietly stretched his palm towards the bottom of the cart.
Ackerman shook his head slightly at his companion, turned around and said with a smile on his face: "Sir, do you have any other orders?"
The Ulster officer patted his cheek with the scabbard of his sword: "You bastard! Have you forgotten the rules?!"
Ackerman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, he took out a small bag of coins from his arms and presented them to the officer with both hands.
After shaking the weight of the purse, the officer cursed and said: "Don't think I'm new here, just think I don't understand the business. I'm a bad guy at collecting corpses! The gold teeth in my mouth, the ancestral pendant, the woman's hair, that
But they are all in demand!"
Ackerman apologized hurriedly, took out a small bag of coins from his arms, stuffed it into the officer's arms, raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Sir, the bag just now is a rule, and this bag is a tribute to you.
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The officer smiled and accepted the money bag, patted Ackerman on the back with his hand, and said understandingly: "I accept your respect."
During the rest of the journey, the convoy passed through checkpoints one after another without any danger, and finally arrived in the countryside outside the city.
The gladiators climbed out of the corpse truck, and together with Boyle's clansmen, looked at the long-lost blue sky and green land, enjoying the happiness and joy brought by freedom.
Some people knelt on their knees, praising the names of the ancient gods and kissing the soil under their feet; some people were lying on their backs, twisting their limbs like madmen.
"Get up!" There were still tears of joy in the corners of Ackerman's eyes, but he kept in mind the task Todd had just given him in the soul space: "We must pretend to be a slave-catching team and get on the road as soon as possible.
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Someone asked him: "Are we going south next?"
Ackerman and Casper looked at each other, laughed, and gave everyone an unexpected answer: "No, we are heading west, and our destination is the largest seaport city in the Kingdom of Ulster - the ancient city!