Chapter 164： Ant

(Volume 3 The Eye of Judgment)

Brass Town, located in the southwest of Bingyan City, is named after a chalcopyrite vein buried underground.

There are not many local residents in the town, and most of them are slaves working in the mining area.

But now, these slaves who were supposed to be squeezed in the gloomy mining area are wandering leisurely on the streets like free people.

If they are not so weak and skinny one by one, then they are basically no different from free people.

The reason for this situation is not because the mine owners found out of their conscience and wanted to give the slaves a vacation, but because the mine owners all ran away.

If you don't run, you can't do it. If you don't run, you will die.

All the civilians in Brass Town who had some family background ran away, not to mention the town officials and mine owners.

Under the raging famine, the brass town now has become a huge powder keg. Slaves who can’t eat enough will no longer pay attention to the overseer’s whip-they are starving to death, and you still want me to work. ?

So, the hungry slaves launched a rebellion. They broke the shackles on their feet, killed the overseers, and drove away the town's garrison, successfully occupying the town.

This formerly prosperous town gradually became desolate and depressed after this rebellion.

The slaves, whose eyes were hungry and green, began to rummaged in the town looking for everything that could be stuffed into their stomachs.

However, still hungry!

In a tavern in the center of the town, several slave leaders were gathering at this time.

They must solve the food problem, otherwise, this small town will really become a ghost.

"You said you can find food?" A slave leader looked at the strange visitor on the opposite side and asked warily.

Thrall nodded and said confidently: "Of course, as long as you listen to me, you will definitely be able to fill your stomach."

"Then tell me, where can I find food?"

Thrall said every word: "Ice Rock City!"

The slave leaders were stunned, and then roared with laughter.

"Boy, are you kidding us?"

"That is the castle of the noble lord! There are knights in it!"

"There are not only knights, but also a large army. Do you want us to die?"

...

In the face of everyone's doubts, Thrall's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly raised a finger:

"First, there are not many armies in Ice Rock City. Most of the private armies of the Anglia family have long been buried on the firmament ice sheet, and the rest were taken to Silvermoon City by Viscount Anglia.

Although another group of recruits were recruited, the combat effectiveness of these recruits was very weak. "

Before the slave leaders could refute, Thrall raised another finger:

"Secondly, Viscount Angele is not in the city now. Among the three knights in the city, one followed him to Silvermoon City, and the other had gone to Ice Lake Town to quell the rebellion there. Only the last knight was sitting on the ice. Rock City."

The slave leaders looked at each other, seemingly moved.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of Thrall's mouth, and he raised a finger again: "Third, I have contacted the slaves in the city, and they will launch a rebellion tomorrow night!

So, what are you afraid of? "

Now the slave leaders were even more unable to sit still, and they began to whisper to each other.

Finally, one of the slave leaders suddenly questioned Thrall: "Why should we trust you?"

Thrall spread both hands: "Do you have any other options? Either stay in Brass Town and eat the ore, or go to Ice Rock City with me and try it!"

This sentence finally changed the complexion of most slave leaders, and a flame called ambition ignited in their eyes.

After a fierce argument, the slave leaders finally agreed:

"Okay, let's go with you!"

...

The gleam of dawn slowly shone out from the east, slowly tearing apart the darkness that enveloped the earth bit by bit.

The dim light shone on the snow on the ground, gleaming with crystal light.

The slaves of Brass Town had gathered in the wilderness in the north of the town before dawn. They were about to faint from hunger, and could not wait to go to the place promised by the leaders-a place full of food!

Thrall looked at the more than 5,000 slaves gathered behind him, feeling complacent.

Like a real general, he stretched out his hand in the direction of Bingyan City, and commanded loudly:

"Enter!"

Unfortunately, the weak response of the slaves made his performance a bit funny.

However, this little embarrassment could not extinguish the fire of ambition rising in Sar's heart.

He is like a real lord, leading his own army, marching towards glory and victory!

However, before they could go far, the earth trembles slightly.

The grass blades began to sway, and the crystal clear dewdrops fell bit by bit, eventually sinking into the mud.

The earth trembled more and more severely, and even the grass blades broke off one after another, falling helplessly, and tightly attached to the earth.

Ta ta ta...

It was as if the spring thunder blasted the earth, and it was as if the waves were coming raging.

The dry weeds and broken sand on the ground vibrated, like boiling hot water, boiling.

The endless sound of horseshoes came from a distance, as if to tear the whole earth apart.

Thrall suddenly turned his head and saw countless black shadows suddenly appearing in the east, instantly filling the entire earth, without a trace of gaps.

The wind and clouds between the sky and the earth changed color, and even the sun that had just risen was obscured by the black flag.

The densely packed cavalry swept toward the slave rebels in Brass Town with an overwhelming momentum!

The tall war horse doesn't care about the presence of weeds and gravel at all, galloping freely on this land with thin snow.

The unmelted snow shattered under the horseshoe, exuding dazzling brilliance in the sun.

Woo-

The harsh bugle sounded, that was the order to attack!

In an instant, Thrall was like falling into an ice cave, his brain blank, stupidly stupefied on the spot, as if he had become an ice sculpture.

The old ambitions, unwillingness, dreams, and the shadow buried deep in the memory, before the cavalry charge that destroys the world, melts like ice and snow.

"It's the army of the Lord Lord! Run!"

In the face of such an offensive, the slave rebels didn't even dare to rise up the idea of ​​resistance, and hula la rushed away.

However, such behavior is actually no different from suicide.

Even if these slaves were loaned two legs to each of them, they would not be able to run past the cavalry in the charge state.

"kill!"

Countless cavalry roared and rushed into the slave rebel army like wolves into a flock, and carried out a **** massacre.

The blood flowed freely, and his head fluttered around.

Before the unstoppable front of the Black Cavalry, five thousand rebellious slaves were no different from five thousand pigs.

Colin casually chopped over a rebel soldier who was stunned in place and seemed to have been frightened by the Black Cavalry's charge.

It wasn't until the opponent's head was flying in the air, and through the faint light of dawn, that Colin suddenly realized that this head seemed a bit familiar--

Isn't this the big filial son!

With a sneer in his heart, Colin didn't mean to stay at all, and galloped forward.

It seemed that an ant had just been crushed to death.