Just when Starbuck's half-handed sword was about to cut off Bill's head, he was stopped abruptly.
There is only one person in the field who can stop Starbuck's half-handed sword - Bloody Storm Dixon.
"Give him a way out." Dikron said in a stiff tone.
"Okay!" Starbuck agreed readily. There was no need to quarrel with Dikron on such a trivial matter. What's more, cooperating with a grateful person is far better than cooperating with a cold-blooded monster.
More reassuring.
Starbuck promised to let Bill go, but he did not hit the guards around him, just like a farmer harvesting wheat, he harvested them instantly.
Bill was left standing alone among the corpses in a pool of blood, his face was ashen, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant, his eyes were empty and he murmured to himself: "You can't do this... you can't do this...
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Seeing Dixon stop Starbuck from killing him, Bill seemed to grasp the last straw, "Please, don't do this, don't make fools with this madman, for the sake of so many years,
Don't do this, this is a dead end with no turning back, and you are making enemies of the Alliance."
"It's too late! It's too late for everything! When you made the decision, it was all doomed, but I have been unwilling to face it! I have to think about my brothers! These are the only things I can do for you
Come on, run away for your own life. The further away you are, the better. Things have changed for the Manyu army! Take care of yourself!"
Dikron showed a deep sadness, not only for himself, but also for those slave gladiators.
How could he not know about such a big thing?
In fact, he had already noticed when there was unrest within the slave gladiators, but his first reaction was not to tell Bill, but to use his own connections to mediate it, hoping to calm it down from within.
But I didn't expect that the slave owners went too far and became divided into radical and conservative factions. They used the lives of their slave gladiators as chips and bets, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.
Coupled with the fact that a caring person like Starbuck is running around in it, it would be surprising if nothing happens!
Before this, Starbuck had sent news to Dixon through many people, but Dixon rejected them mercilessly.
Although Dicklon was born a slave, he never surrendered. When he was a slave, he was full of desire for words. After gaining freedom, he studied eagerly. The most classics he read were history.
Due to his background, the history of slaves is naturally the focus of his attention.
Throughout the history of the Ashan continent, whether it is the Elf Era, the Ancient Andis Empire Era, or the current Byron Alliance Era.
Dickron has yet to find a single case in which slaves achieved victory through violent uprising.
The slave uprising in the plains of Asia Minor half a century ago is a lesson from the past.
Although this uprising indirectly led to the promulgation of the "Anti-Slavery Call" of the Holy See of St. Ether and the "Order of the Emancipation of Slaves" of the Royal Family of Lancelot.
But the result of the slave rebellion was extremely tragic. It was brutally suppressed by the royal family of Lancelot and the Holy See of Saint Ether. All the generals of the rebel army suffered the most brutal torture and died.
No matter how just their reasons are, they cannot change the final result because they violate the interests of those with vested interests.
Once they are labeled as rebels, even in territories where slavery has been abolished, they will not be welcomed or even suppressed, because no lord likes territorial citizens who have the will to resist.
Di Kelong is not afraid of death. His many years of gladiatorial career have long ago worn away his fear of death, but he is afraid that his death will be meaningless.
If the slave gladiators led by Manyu were like the serfs on the plains of Asia Minor fifty years ago, they would still be living in hopeless darkness.
Even if he knows that he will suffer a tragic fate, he will not hesitate to lead his brothers to rise up, because only the necessary bloodshed can awaken the world, and he does not mind that the blood he sheds is his own.
However, there is no need for the slave gladiators of the Manyu Army to take this path, because there are already precedents in the plains of Asia Minor. Because they still insist on slavery, the Manyu Army Leader is already under pressure from all aspects.
In the short term, Military Leader Manyu can still maintain the current situation.
For a long time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to withstand it. Many knowledgeable people have been running to urge the military leaders of Manyu to carry out restructuring.
In as long as a few decades or as short as a dozen years, Manyu's military leadership will inevitably undergo tremendous changes.
The sudden rise of the Andis people in the Andis Mountains made this time even shorter.
The main source of slaves for Manyu Military Leader has now been cut off. If the situation cannot be opened within three to five years, the entire slave industry will inevitably shrink. Without the support of the slave industry, the slave gladiator industry will inevitably collapse. Manyu Military Leader
Even if you don't want to change, it won't work.
You only need to endure it a little longer, and you can survive until the dawn of darkness, so why must there be bloodshed?
Unfortunately, Dickron's analysis was not popular among the slave gladiators, including many people who were close to him who did not believe it.
They even admired Starbuck's violent doctrine, believing that they were free and that if they wanted to control their own destiny, they had to use their own hands to seize it.
The moment Starbuck threw his spear, everything was irreversible, whether it hurt Duke Borg or not.
The furious ruling class is bound to carry out a bloody purge of the slave gladiators of the entire Manyu Army.
The uprising has become their only option. Even if the future is dark, Dixon will help them find a way out.
Chaos is a plague that spreads at an alarming rate.
This chaos reached its peak when slave gladiators rushed out of the gladiator gate one after another.
The entire arena has turned into a giant sardine can, which can barely fit inside normally. But when the sardines inside start to stir, it becomes extremely narrow.
Especially when everyone is rushing toward the exit, the people in front can no longer squeeze in, and the people behind are still pouring in, so a stampede is inevitable.
In real terms, there were not many slave gladiators in the riot. The number of slave gladiators in the riot was only a few hundred, but the number of spectators in the entire arena was as many as 50,000 to 60,000.
With a ratio of up to a hundred times, even if the gladiators were led by two champion knights, one person and one kick could knock them to the ground.
Of course, this is just an idealized situation. The current situation is that a group of docile sheep encounter a group of ferocious wolves. No matter how many sheep there are, their first thought is not to resist, but to escape.
The Duke's guard, who played a crucial role in this, was also highly polarized. Most of them put Duke Borg's life and death first, and escorted the severely injured Duke to retreat for medical treatment. Among them was the champion who had just neglected his duties during the guard.
The knight-level Duke's bodyguard general is the leader.
The people who needed their focus to defend were none other than the panicked citizens. Under the threat of life and death, they didn't care whether Duke Borg was their supreme ruler or not. They rushed here crazily, because behind the podium
, there is an exclusive passage that belongs to the lord. No matter how many warnings the guards give, it will not work, even if they forcefully cut down a group of people who rush to the front.
It's not that the people at the front are brave enough to die, it's that they can't help themselves and are pushed forward by people behind them who don't understand the situation.
Facing the surging waves of people, even the champion knight has nothing to do. No matter how skilled he is, he can kill three with one sword, but there are thirty, three hundred, or even three thousand people behind him, and he can't kill them.
, regardless of whether it would cause secondary damage to Duke Borg, he directly picked up Duke Borg and ran away.
There is also a part of the Duke's bodyguard who wants to stop the rampage of those slave gladiators, but they are weak alone and have not formed a certain scale. There are no champion knights to hold the battle. In front of the two champion knights who join forces, they just serve food.
Starbuck and Dickron are by no means a combination of one plus one equals two, but a golden combination of one plus one equals three or even five. One attack and one defense are unstoppable.
When the raging fire burned, the chaos in the arena reached an extreme.
It was not only the Solo Colosseum that fell into chaos. Other arenas, the slave gladiator training camp, and the Solo Colosseum also fell into chaos one after another when the billowing smoke rose from the Solo Colosseum, and then spread to the entire Solo City.
This was not a temporary riot, but had been planned for a long time.
Solo City is known as the Holy Land of Gladiators and the City of Slaves. It is said that at its peak, one-third of the people were engaged in industries related to these two professions. Although this number is a bit exaggerated, it also fully illustrates these two industries.
How developed is it here?
The Thirteenth Gladiator Competition in Solo City attracted slightly capable slave owners from the entire Solo City and even the entire Ashan Continent. There were not even ten thousand but eight thousand gladiators of all colors in the city. When they were encouraged
After getting up, it is definitely a terrifying force.
If it is a large-scale legion battle, they may not be the opponents of the well-trained regular army, but fighting alone, each of them is a leader. The first thing they do when they break out of the shackles is to release the suppressed feelings in their hearts. This
The world has placed a lot of malice on them.
Once a person completely releases the evil in his heart, he is no longer a person, but a beast, capable of burning, killing, looting and other cruel things without any psychological burden.
The city guards of Solo City were not completely bad. When the riots first broke out, they spontaneously maintained order on the streets and fought fiercely with the first few waves of slave gladiators, defeating hundreds of slave gladiators.
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However, the number of riots was so great that the city guard, which only had 5,000 people, was stretched thin.
When the news came that Duke Borg was seriously injured and his life or death was unknown, the city guard suddenly fell into chaos.
Fortunately, his army commander was very responsible and gathered the entire city defense army back, adopting a huddled state when the situation was unclear.
As long as they can keep their military appearance intact, even if Solo City is in chaos, they will still have a chance to make a comeback.
At this time, Sean had just followed Angie Beina and Alveria out of the secret passage.
They walked through the secret passage for three kilometers, and when they came out again, they were already outside Faerûn Castle.
The secret passage they just walked through was very complicated. Except for the dozens of meters in the arena that were newly excavated and were no more than five years old, the other parts were old secret passages that were used, and even part of them belonged to the underground pipelines of Solo City.
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You can imagine the smell. A relatively honest person like Sean almost fainted from the smell. I don’t know how Angie Beina, an aristocratic lady who is as delicate as a white flower and has a bit of a mysophobia, survived.
Under the leadership of Angie Beina, even if Sean has a pure Andis face, he can still have an unobstructed journey in Faerun Castle.
"Close the city gate! Raise the drawbridge!"
After entering Faerûn Castle, Alveria took over the defense of the entire castle. Everything was so natural and almost weird that no one jumped out to question it.
Sean was sensitive to the strong smell of blood that permeated Faerun Castle. This kind of nature itself was unnatural. Apparently, some accidents that he didn't know about had happened in Faerun Castle before this.
Those who had doubts have been eliminated.
Sean followed behind Angelina without saying a word, like a personal bodyguard.
The two of them climbed up to the highest tower of Faerûn Castle in silence, one after another. Standing on the protruding balcony, they had a panoramic view of the entire city of Solo, which had fallen into chaos.
During this process, a maid had already wiped Angie Beina's hands and face and changed into a clean coat.
As for Sean, he was treated as nothing and no one paid any attention to him.
Angie Beina's smile was still as pure and sweet as usual, as if nothing had happened, "If you have anything to ask, just ask directly. It's not your style to hide it."
"Did you plan all of this?" Sean asked the biggest question in his heart.
Angie Beina shook her head and said: "You think too highly of me. I can't play such a big game of chess. At best, I am just an insider."
"Really?" Sean looked unbelieving. Judging from the clues that Angie Beina showed in front of him, it was by no means as simple as an insider, and this was not her style of doing things.
"Okay! Okay! At most, I helped them deal with the dirty endings, helped them lead away most of the Duke's hawks and dogs, and diverted the Duke's attention. You took the greatest credit in this. A little
A small medical clinic actually intensified the conflicts within the wrestling industry to such an extent." Angie Beina looked self-effacing.
"Is this also called a mere insider?" Sean thought to himself, your range of insiders is too broad.
What is most important about a rebellion?
Confidentiality!
Many rebellions were suppressed before they even started due to poor confidentiality.
Angie Beina secretly helped them handle the beginning and end, ensuring the confidentiality of the rebellion and making everything go smoothly. What is the difference between this and direct participation?
The last piece of the puzzle in Sean's heart was also found.
He has always felt that the whole thing was indescribably abrupt and strange. After all, Duke Borg has ruled the Manyu Army for so many years. As his hometown, Solo City cannot have such strong control that even a rebellion could happen under his nose.
It was going on underneath without even the slightest notice.
Emotions are caused by a mole. It is not difficult for Angie Beina to blind Duke Borg for a short time without any intention.
What's more, due to their own reasons, they caused such a big disturbance in the gladiatorial industry and attracted some of Duke Borg's attention in disguise. No wonder the champion knight Duke's guard paid special attention to him, and his feelings were already attracted by Duke Borg.
Eyed.
This made Sean break into a cold sweat. If something like this hadn't happened, he would have reaped the rewards when the gladiatorial competition was over.