Chapter 618 Slave King Sparta (8000)

Chapter 618 King of Slaves-Sparta (8000)

Click! Click! Click!

The huge mechanical chain slowly rotates upward.

The heavy door gradually opened.

Countless pairs of expectant eyes gradually lit up.

The strong aroma of wine spread quickly, and the gray dwarves eagerly gathered around.

Ashes snorted and waved his hands at them impatiently:

"What are you doing here? Go to work quickly, otherwise you won't be able to drink."

Seeing their reluctant figures, Hui Jing sighed involuntarily.

Compared with the "educated" gray dwarves in the Gulf Territory, these guys who have just escaped from the underground world are really not on the stage.

Ashes, who has received strict training, knows very well that only discipline and restraint can make a group stronger and stronger.

It is difficult for these guys who are fascinated by wine and food to show strong cohesion.

Such thoughts flashed through his mind. Ashes quickly regained his composure and waved to the golem train behind him.

The huge engineering golem fell from the golem train.

They moved the large containers down one by one as quickly as possible.

Woji quickly counted the various supplies, with deep anticipation in his eyes.

When he saw a group of tall figures slowly walking over, he walked up even more excitedly and said:

"Welcome to the Canterlot Mountains, we've been waiting for you."

Matthew, who was leading the team, glanced at him silently and calmly scanned the chaotic city without feeling any surprise.

Densely piled stones, a large area of ​​excavated ores and ruins, full of stinky domestic garbage, and daily supplies piled together haphazardly.

Although Matthew didn't have high hopes for them, he still didn't expect the gray dwarves to do so poorly.

However, fortunately, Matthew did not expect them to achieve much, as long as they did not dislike this area.

After supervising the loading and unloading of all supplies, Ashes waved to Chris next to him and quickly introduced Alice to Woggy.

When Woji learned about the identity and strength of Alice's adventure group, he was very excited to invite them to the interior of the rock fortress.

After seeing the strength of the Gulf Territory adventurers, Woggy wished that their number would increase.

However, Alice, who was responsible for an important task, had no intention of communicating with Woggy and said very simply:

"Thank you for your hospitality. However, the task is important and we must start as soon as possible."

As soon as he heard that he was going to take action, Woji couldn't hold himself back for a long time. He nodded excitedly and said loudly without hesitation:

"No problem, I will gather the troops immediately and start taking action immediately."

Matthew, who no longer had any hope in them, secretly said to Alice:

"Let them gather and prepare first, then let's go."

After hearing Matthew's words, Alice felt bursts of joy in her heart, and immediately sent a signal to the nearby adventurers:

"The battle has begun, everyone sets out."

As soon as the news spread, the adventurers who had been waiting for a long time quickly gathered over.

Alice looked through the densely packed information, updating and recording on the map bit by bit.

Hui Jin next to him couldn't help but said "Smash it" and said with great anticipation:

"I didn't expect that the Canterlot Mountains are so large and rich in resources."

In the map area explored by the gray dwarves and adventurers alone, more than 20 high-quality metal veins have been found.

Among them are 4 rare metal mines and a mithril mine that is urgently needed in the Gulf Territory. It is also a medium-sized mine with considerable reserves.

With this information alone, the Gulf Territory invested millions of gold coins.

The reason why adventurers spend so much effort is not even for this small profit.

After they developed these mineral veins, the Gulf Territory promised them a huge share of the money.

This is the coveted and exciting wealth!

They have made a lot of preparations for this, and now they are finally waiting for the harvest.

Adventurers gathered quickly, and quite a few of them were high-level adventure professionals.

Many of them participated in the battles against the Kor elves in the Rocky Mountains and fought against the elite forces of the Kor elves.

Matthew looked at the map carefully, silently watching the Cole Elf's mines and metal smelting plants in the Canterlot Mountains.

"The Cole elves are digging a total of 73 mines, including 5 cities with a population of more than 100,000, and about 10 fortresses and strongholds with a population of 100,000."

"Interestingly, they didn't mine it themselves..."

Ashes, who had made a lot of preparations, recalled the various mines controlled by the Cole elves, with a little bit of weirdness and emotion in his eyes.

Matthew naturally knows what kind of virtue the Cole elves are. They are definitely not the gentle, kind and slightly proud people they advertise themselves to be.

Cole Elf has a lot of fun!

After counting the number of people who could participate in the battle, Alice, who had just passed the senior commander training, said thoughtfully:

"The Cole elves have about 120,000 troops in this area, and each large city has 20,000 regular troops."

"However, considering the lifespan and strength of the Cole elves, there are at least close to 80,000 retired or reserve soldiers."

"We have 20,000 high-level adventurers and about 60,000 gray dwarf warriors."

"If we fight head-on, we can only break through two cities at most, and then we will be surrounded by the elf army."

80,000 vs 200,000!

The pressure is not small!

Recalling the large ruins of the Kor Elf Mine in his memory, thinking about the piles of bones.

Matthew reached out and tapped the Glory Castle in the westernmost part of the Kor Elf, and said without hesitation:

"This is our goal. It is not difficult to deal with the guards of this city."

"How to defend and destroy the troops in other cities is the real difficulty."

"I can remind you that the Kor Elves will not use excavation golems to mine ore like our territory..."

Alice, who reacted, carefully looked through the detailed information of each Kor Elf city.

When she saw that there were more than 700,000 or 800,000 slaves in each city, she understood what the lord meant.

Dealing with refugees, "educating" captives, and "training" soldiers are the three magic weapons for the rapid development of the Bay Territory!

At noon.

The warm sunshine brought a little heat and dispelled the severe coldness on my body.

A whistling wind blew over, blowing down a large area of ​​yellow leaves.

The light mist slowly disappeared, revealing a huge valley.

A snow-white river lay in the middle of the valley.

The ding-dong sound of running water reminded Sparta that he had to start working immediately.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

A sharp whistle came from the mine, and Sparta couldn't help but speed up his pace. He didn't want to be whipped.

There was not much ore left to dig in the spacious mine tunnel.

He had to go into a deeper and narrower mine to dig out ore of sufficient quality.

The dim lights were only one every few dozen meters.

Groups of swaying figures gradually entered the mine.

More than 10 half-elf slaves followed Sparta and went to the hidden mine under his arrangement, digging with a clang-dang sound.

One of them leaned close to Sparta's ear and whispered in a low voice:

"The Kor elves attacked the El elves, but they failed and lost hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers."

"The Kor elves are preparing to build more combat troops and prepare to build new weapons and equipment..."

Nodding silently, Sparta said nothing more, motioned him to continue mining, and then walked towards the depths of the mine.

Sharp curses came from the convergence area where the equipment was placed, vaguely mixed with the screams and howls of slaves.

Sparta carried the backpack, grabbed the pickaxe wrapped with blood-stained bandages, and quickly ran to his work area.

A dark and narrow corner.

He swung the pickaxe vigorously, and in a string of dripping sparks, he forcibly lifted off a large piece of gray-green ore.

Skillfully put the ore into the backpack, and Sparta continued to dig the second piece.

Light footsteps came from the side, and Sparta, who noticed the movement, did not dare to turn his head to look.

He swung the pickaxe with full concentration, digging along the gray-green ore line.

The supervisor glanced at the ore in Sparta's backpack, snorted softly, swung the whip and hit his backpack, and said viciously:

"The elves have sent an order. From today, everyone's ore must increase by 50%."

"I know you are lazy at ordinary times. Now you'd better work harder, otherwise you won't have dinner."

Another 50% increase?

It is equivalent to every slave having to hand in more than 150 kilograms of ore!

Sparta's movements did not pause at all, but nodded heavily, not daring to object.

"Tell those guys well, I don't care what method you use, you must complete the task assigned by the elves."

"Otherwise, you will be in trouble..."

The vicious voice gradually disappeared, and Sparta suppressed his inner anger and couldn't help but speed up the digging.

Piece after piece of ore was quickly put into the backpack.

It took Sparta two full hours to dig enough ore for him to hand in.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Sparta had long been accustomed to the coarse dust and the stinging pain from the friction of his skin.

He hesitated for a while before squatting down, taking out a black rice ball from his arms and biting it hard twice.

The hard rice grains gradually softened under the wrapping of saliva.

Sparta chewed carefully one by one, ignoring the faint musty smell and bitterness, and the hungry stomach that kept coming, gradually stopped rebelling.

His weak body gradually recovered his strength, and Sparta stuffed the remaining half of the rice ball back into the small pocket inside his clothes.

He looked at the backpack that was nearly half full, stood up again, and continued to swing the pickaxe.

Until the afternoon.

There was no light in the dark corner.

Sparta took a breath and walked out of the mine pit with a strong smell.

"It just went up 50% last month, and it's going to go up again this month!"

"You don't think it's over now, do you? It might go up again in the future!"

"Are you trying to tire us to death?"

"Maybe that's the idea of ​​the supervisors, just to please the Cole elves..."

"What can we do? Everyone is hungry, if we don't work."

"Hey, can you get enough to eat by working? Near my camp, 8 people starved to death last night, starved to death..."

"It's not enough for us to eat, we have to feed our wives and children."

"..."

More than 10 slaves with angry faces came over and discussed fiercely. When they noticed Sparta coming over, they immediately lowered their voices.

After seeing Sparta's face clearly, they made way.

The leading slave miner opened his mouth.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just continued to curse the supervisors with others.

Sparta didn't say anything, walked over expressionlessly, but his mind was thinking rapidly about the current situation.

Gradually walking to the mine tunnel outside, more and more miner slaves came out.

More than 10 slaves followed Sparta, their tattered burlap clothes were covered with dense and thick dust.

Their faces were not very good, and some of them were still rumbling in their stomachs, waiting for the supervisors to inspect the ore and distribute food.

"Hurry up, pour out all the ore!"

"This piece of ore is not good, the quality is too low."

"Your portion today is not enough, only half of the food will be given."

The supervisor waved his hand impatiently, and the pale half-elf slave opened his mouth and knelt on the ground begging:

"Half of the food is not enough for our family of four, please give me more!"

A whip was swung over, and the half-elf slave was beaten to pieces.

Hearing the sharp wailing, a real sneer appeared on his face, and he fiercely glanced at the miners and slaves who were looking at him, and shouted without hesitation:

"If I can't survive, I will definitely kill you first!"

"Get out of my way!"

The strong jackal thug next to the supervisor threw a few rice balls on the ground.

The half-elf slave, who was enduring the pain, quickly picked up the rice balls, wiped them carefully and put them in his arms.

The miserable look on his face became more and more intense.

The other half-elf slaves immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at the supervisor.

Because the incident happened suddenly, a considerable number of miners and slaves did not complete today's mining tasks.

The wailing and sighing were endless, but the expression on the supervisor's face became more and more ugly.

The food was getting less and less, and the beatings became more and more severe.

Several half-elf slaves were beaten to death, and they struggled for a long time but couldn't get up.

One of them even lost his breath and died in front of all the slaves.

There was a little pain in Sparta's eyes, and anger was burning in his heart.

But he was powerless, just like all the slaves who stopped.

"This dirty thing belongs to you."

The two gnolls showed a hideous smile, and in front of all the slaves, they opened their bloody mouths without hesitation.

Crack!

The bloody scene was once again presented to all the slaves.

They watched their former companions being torn apart piece by piece by the greedy and twisted gnolls and swallowed into their stomachs.

Unspeakable humiliation and pain surged into his heart.

Glancing around coldly, the supervisor saw countless angry and fearful eyes.

He sneered and said to all the slaves viciously:

"Today, I just want to remind you. If you can't complete the task tomorrow, you will all be buried with me!"

All the miner slaves lowered their heads and could sense that the supervisor was not talking nonsense. They felt endless anger and desolation in their hearts, but they didn't know what to do.

Sparta handed over the ore expressionlessly, and the people behind him also successfully completed the task.

The supervisor's face looked a little better. He glanced at Sparta indifferently and continued with a cold face:

"You did a good job this time. I hope you can take the lead."

After that, the supervisor left with dozens of grinning jackal thugs, leaving a bunch of miner slaves wailing.

Ignoring the figures begging around him, Sparta left here with a hard heart.

His idea was very simple. He had to survive first before he could lead more people to survive.

The miners walked out of the mine one after another, leaving only a piece of broken flesh and blood inside.

Some miner slaves with red eyes could not help but stare at the pieces of meat scattered on the ground.

Sparta glanced at them coldly, walked out of the mine without hesitation, and took out the two rice balls in his hand as usual, and distributed them to several weak miner slaves.

These slaves were very grateful. After taking a few bites carefully, they collected the remaining rice balls.

The slaves gradually walked down the mining area, and like a large group of ants, they came to the bottom of the valley one after another.

A large area of ​​houses like refugee areas were scattered on both sides of the river.

The half-elf who greeted him on the Spartan team nodded and returned to his somewhat dilapidated wooden house silently.

As usual, he took out the only two remaining rice balls in front of other slaves and ate them clean.

This will ensure that other slaves will not come to steal food in the middle of the night.

Although Sparta was not afraid, he also felt it was very troublesome.

Moreover, he had something very important to do today.

Noticing that many pairs of eyes turned away in disappointment, Sparta calmly returned to the house and closed the door with some excitement.

The imagined figure did not appear in the house, and Sparta's face was a little frustrated.

"Are you looking for us?"

The clear voice reached Sparta's ears. He subconsciously turned his head and his hand unconsciously touched the back of the door.

A rough iron dagger was held in Sparta's hand, but he did not dare to act rashly.

Just because the figure in front of him was exuding looming magic waves.

Spell caster!

And at least a high-level spellcaster!

Sparta's expression did not change at all. He just stared at Drizzt and asked in a low and hoarse voice:

"I've given you the information, what about the things you promised?"

Under Sparta's horrified gaze, Drizzt took off his masked cloak with a smile, revealing his lavender skin, and said under the other's disbelieving gaze:

"We will naturally not break our promises."

As he spoke, Drizzt threw a storage bracelet over.

He saw Sparta carefully catching it and exploring it bit by bit. A faint smile appeared on his face and he continued slowly:

"I recently heard that the Cole elves have increased the amount of ore they dig every day."

"There must be many of you who are almost unable to survive due to lack of food and medicine, right?"

Sparta's movements paused slightly, then quickly returned to normal, and said directly without raising his head:

"Don't you already know? Why bother asking me again? There's no need to beat around the bush. If you have any ideas, just tell me!"

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and Drizzt recalled his past days. He gestured to him to sit down with emotion, and explained his purpose of coming without hesitation:

"I will provide you with weapons and equipment for 1,000 men, and food and water for 50,000 people for a whole month."

When Sparta heard this, his heart moved, and he stared at Drizzt's smiling eyes, trying to see his true purpose.

Drizzt did not look away, but acted very calmly and calmly, with an indescribable sense of confidence and pride.

He shook his head with emotion, and under Sparta's gaze, he drank a glass of river water with scum in it without changing his expression, seemingly talking to himself.

"I was once a slave. I thought the drow elves would have enough fun, but I didn't expect the Cole elves to be more generous."

"That's right, the drow elves and the Cole elves were originally one, they just separated because of disagreements..."

"Let me guess, a lot of half-elves are sent here every year, right?"

"The number of half-elves who die every year should be almost the same as those sent here..."

"This is really interesting. If the drow elves know this, they might immediately make a truce with the Cole elves and discuss how to torture our compatriots..."

"No, just like drow elves don't regard other drow elves as compatriots."

"The Cole elves are sanctimonious on the surface, but what they do behind the scenes is not inferior to them at all..."

"In addition to your slaves here, there are more than 4 million half-elf slaves in the entire Canterlot Mountains..."

"There are many types of half-elves. There are dozens of them that I saw. This really makes me sigh."

Sparta had been sizing up Drizzt to prevent him from making a sudden move, but something came to mind involuntarily.

Pictures of homes being destroyed, fellow half-elves being plundered, and relatives being killed.

The anger that almost burst out in his heart made Sparta's breathing become a little heavier. He silently thought about the next way out. Instead of following Drizzt's words, he asked directly:

"Your Excellency is a secret agent of the Drow elves? Are you here to provoke civil strife among the Cole elves?"

Sparta has seen a mixture of drow and Cole elves, but the skin is more black, rather than lavender like Drizzt.

However, Sparta felt that apart from the drow elves, there was no other force that could compete with the Cole elves.

Drizzt shrugged his shoulders and replied in a calm and confident tone:

"If it were half a year ago, I would have deceived you without thinking and told you an impeccable lie."

"It's different now. I'm used to not telling lies, and lying is not allowed in our territory."

"I am a gray elf from the Gulf Territory, a drow elf who originated from the underground world. I am ready to save you from water and fire."

Bay collar?

Gray elf?

Originated from the drow?

Sparta was hesitant about what Drizzt said, but he kept the words "Gulf Leader" firmly in his heart.

According to the news that came during this period, the Gulf Territory of the Netheril Empire did take action against the Cole elves.

Moreover, the Gulf Territory won the war after uniting with the El elves.

Sparta originally thought that the Gulf Territory would be very far away from the Canterlot Mountains, but he didn't expect it to be so close.

His eyes were flashing with thoughts, but his strong body never relaxed at all, always ready to escape.

Drizzt didn't wait for Sparta to think clearly, and took out a map from his arms and spread it out under his surprised gaze.

The map shows the terrain, fortresses and cities of the entire Canterlot Mountains.

And there are very detailed records of every terrain, stronghold, and fortress.

Sparta subconsciously verified this precious map with the information in his mind.

He immediately noticed some differences, but subconsciously felt that the information on this map should be more accurate.

Just by looking at it like this, Sparta can judge many dangers. This information alone can help his organization reduce a lot of losses.

Sparta hesitated for a few seconds, silently watching the information from the Glory Castle.

"Fort of Glory, owned by the Cole elves, has 21,372 Cole elves soldiers, 4,376 remaining armed forces, and a total population of 112,417."

"Among them are slaves 376422 (-500)!"

Seeing the bright red numbers, Sparta felt a slight pain in his heart.

Even if Drizzt didn't explain, he understood that the number 500 represented the dead half-elf slaves.

Subconsciously clenching his fists, Sparta said in a hoarse voice:

"If I want these supplies, what price will we have to pay?"

Drizzt shook his head and said in a calm tone and tone:

"There is no price, but the Cole elves will be very unhappy, and they will definitely clean up the half-elf slaves..."

Sparta could imagine such a scene. The merciless Cole elves would definitely cause a bloody storm in the area where the half-elf slaves lived.

He shook his head without hesitation and said in a cold tone and tone:

"A half-elf slave with a family would not dare to resist even if he was beaten to death."

"And half-elf slaves without family members will also be deliberately targeted, and their physical condition has already been very poor..."

"Even if we have weapons and equipment and plenty of food, we can only hold on for half a day at most before we are completely killed."

"This plan of yours is useless. It just makes us die worthless."

Nodding quite satisfied, Drizzt praised Sparta's very clear understanding without hesitation:

"If I had such a clear understanding like you, I wouldn't have let all my relatives be killed back then."

"It doesn't matter to the others, they just pity my brother..."

"You are very lucky. Our Gulf Territory will not let you die."

"Your mission is 'simple', just lead the soldiers out of the city."

"Moreover, when we capture the Fort of Glory, we will provide hundreds of thousands of half-elves with food to help you train soldiers and armies."

"There will definitely be Cole Elf troops coming to put down the rebellion."

"Your mission is to kill the small number of Cole elves and attract a large enough army of Cole elves!"

"If you can do it, then accept our offer!"

"If you want to continue to watch all the half-elf slaves die of exhaustion, starvation, and beatings to death in increasingly heavy labor, you can also choose to be indifferent."

"However, I hope you can think about it carefully, Sparta, the King of Slaves!"

King of slaves!

A glorious and shameful title!

Sparta had launched more than one rebellion and saved the freedom of millions of half-elf slaves.

pity.

Facing millions of regular troops from the Cole Elf Kingdom.

Face those terrifying elven archmages.

Facing the barrenness of the Canterlot Mountains.

Every Spartan rebellion failed.

Countless half-elves were besieged in the Canterlot Mountains and were starved to death by the Kor elves.

Sparta began to become confused, helpless, and miserable.

He found that the more half-elf slaves he saved, the more he killed.

Every time the Cole elves suppressed his rebellion, they allowed him to escape intentionally or unintentionally.

This gave Sparta a terrifying thought.

He, the slave king, was created by the Cole elf!

The Kor elves had many purposes, each of which made Sparta shudder.

By means of his rebellion.

Clean out those disobedient Cole elves.

Kill those half-elf slaves who survive long enough.

Abandon those mines that have lost their mining value.

Use their corpses and heads to accomplish the deeds of the Cole elves.

After thinking of this, Sparta, who felt extremely painful, gave up on becoming the "King of Slaves" and secretly became anonymous.

With his talent and ability to change his appearance and voice, he lurked silently in the Glory Castle, helplessly watching countless slaves die.

He subconsciously widened his eyes, exuding an extremely strong aura, but it did not spread outside the room at all, staring closely at Drizzt.

Feeling this terrifying pressure that was no less than that of an extraordinary pinnacle professional, Drizzt nodded with satisfaction:

"I was lucky enough to meet the real slave king."

"I have good news for you. Our lord wants to see you."

"He has a plan to save four to five million half-elf slaves in one fell swoop. Are you interested?"

Lord?

Lord of the Bay?

Is he here?

Saving four to five million half-elf slaves in one go?

This is simply nonsense!

However, Sparta, with his extremely keen perception, judged very clearly that Drizzt was not lying.

He hesitated for a while and fell into deep thought.

This sounds like arrogance.

But what if?

What if it really succeeds?

Sparta is not afraid of death and has the confidence to escape when the opponent turns against him, even if the opponent is a legend!

Before Sparta completes his mission, he firmly believes that he will never lose!

He wants to save all the half-elf slaves!

This is his destiny to become the slave king!

Sparta's appearance changed rapidly, and he became a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life. He said in a firm tone:

"I hope you don't lie to me, otherwise I will definitely ruin your plan!"

Putting a hand on Sparta's shoulder, looking into his extremely shocked eyes, Matthew smiled and said:

"You won't!"

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