Chapter 619 Rebellion? I Just Want Your Life!

Sparta was horrified and subconsciously picked up a weapon to stand up and resist.

But a terrifying force pressed firmly on his shoulders, holding him down and unable to move.

He could only stop struggling, turned his head and stared at the smiling Matthew, calmed down and asked:

"Are you the legendary Lord Matthew? Do you really think we can succeed?"

Matthew shook his head slightly, and said calmly under Sparta's stunned gaze:

"I'm confident that the people in our territory can succeed."

"As for you, you are just saving yourselves."

Save yourself?

Sparta blinked. He could feel the strong confidence in Matthew's tone. He stared at his tall body and said without hesitation:

"I agree, but I would like to discuss the battle plan again."

"Because I know the Kor Elf defenders very well."

Seeing Sparta taking the road so well, Matthew couldn't help but sigh silently:

"As expected, he is a "-5 lucky" unlucky guy. He is indeed very courageous."

Matthew knows the slave king Sparta very well and has had contact and cooperation with him.

Back then, Matthew fought side by side with Sparta when he established a kingdom in the north of the Cole Elf Kingdom in order to deal with the remaining forces of the Cole Elves.

The only thing that made Matthew feel a little pity was.

At that time, Sparta had become a remnant soul floating in the ruins, unwilling to leave for a long time.

After Matthew helped him complete the task and cleared a city of Cole Elf.

He fulfilled his wish and disappeared.

At that time, Sparta was able to provide some accurate information and pretty good battle opinions.

It's a pity that Matthew at that time had not yet been promoted to the Grand Arcanist and mastered the technology of transforming lichs.

He was unable to save Sparta. In fact, fate was so wonderful. Today he saw Sparta alive.

Moreover, the powerful attributes of this slave king were also displayed in front of Matthew one by one.

Sparta

Age: 45.

Race: Half Elf/Half Giant

Occupation: Level 18 gladiator champion.

Challenge level: 20+ (Command)

Personality: Perseverance, calmness

Size: 2.1 meters (medium).

Weight: 125 kg.

talent:

Legend - Divine Shape Transformation LV2, all attributes +4, maximum health value +40, can change the size and shape of the body at will, the limit is 20%.

Extraordinary - Half-giant bloodline LV1, upper limit of health +10, strength and constitution +4.

Expertise:

Extraordinary expertise - Halo of Dominance LV2, all friendly units within 1 kilometer have attack power +6, defense +6, and movement speed +10%.

Extraordinary expertise - Gladiator Master LV2, maximum health value +10, all weapon proficiency +6, melee attack judgment +4.

Extraordinary Expertise - One Call, Hundreds of Responses LV4, when calling and persuading targets and units that you like, the success judgment of persuasion is increased by 50 points.

Attributes:

Strength: 24

Agility: 18

Constitution: 24

Intelligence: 9

Perception: 12

Charisma: 18

HP: 48+18+60=126

Attack power: 12

Defense: 12

Mobility: Strong.

Luck: -5 (catastrophe)

Evaluation: If you hesitate, you will lose!

"Legendary bloodline? What a surprise!"

Matthew carefully looked through the data of Divine Transformation and found that Sparta had not used its strongest point at all.

With such a powerful blood talent, Sparta only used it to change his body shape and appearance.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Sparta will always be wanted and hunted by the Cole elves.

Other specialties and talents also surprised Matthew.

In particular, the new professional attributes and extraordinary expertise can give the reformed warriors of the Gulf Territory more choices.

Matthew is quite satisfied with Sparta's strength.

The other party was unable to break through the shackles of the extraordinary and embark on the path of legend simply because he lacked sufficient foundation and inheritance.

Just within the range that Matthew and the Gulf Territory can recruit and control.

Matthew was already looking forward to it.

What a powerful performance this descendant of a giant and a gray elf will have when he wears the thunder armor specially made for him.

Why is Matthew so sure that Sparta will join the Gulf Territory?

Will he let anyone go?

"If you are confident, then let's discuss it carefully."

Matthew is naturally happy for Sparta to be more involved, because the more he pays, the more he will care about the next plan.

Soon, the night passed quietly.

The heavily armed Cole Elf soldiers dragged out a group of stiff corpses with ease.

Some of the corpses were mutilated, representing horrifying sins.

Such horrific behavior seemed to be something that the surrounding half-elf slaves had become accustomed to.

Their thoughts are very complicated, some are thinking, some are excited, some are fearful, and some are disgusted.

But no matter what they thought, the half-elf slaves in ragged clothes began to walk towards the mine on the hillside.

To survive and obtain food, they had to work.

The overseers with flattering smiles on their faces were constantly trying to please Commander Cole.

The latter glanced at them impatiently and said in a serious tone and tone:

"No matter what you plan next, you must get enough ore, otherwise you will be the unlucky one!"

The supervisors who were thinking a lot nodded without hesitation.

They have made up their minds to "teach a lesson" to those miner slaves who were lazy and failed to complete their tasks yesterday!

With this in mind, the supervisors quickly led their men to the mine.

Smelling the turbid and slightly foul smell in the air, the supervisor's face showed a little bit of disgust and anger, and he roared and shouted in a unique sharp voice:

"I want to see which idiots dare to be lazy today!"

This is the overseer's little trick for intimidating slaves.

As long as the sound is passed through first, the timid miner slaves can be frightened, and they will naturally not be able to think of any resistance.

However, today is an exception.

The overseer led thirty or forty strong jackal thugs and fiercely walked into the mine, but did not hear any shouts of fear or any words of flattery.

He only saw a pair of eyes full of anger.

The supervisor subconsciously raised his eyebrows, his heart suddenly jumped violently, and he shouted loudly without hesitation:

"Do you want to rebel? Why don't you go to work quickly? Do you think the whole family will starve to death?"

The overseer has very rich experience, and the words he said have been tested by time.

Generally speaking, this situation often occurs when the amount of mining tasks begins to increase.

The vast majority just want to follow the trend and take advantage.

At this time, you must not be soft-hearted, and you must act quickly!

Give priority to killing a few of the troublemakers. They are usually the most ferocious and are basically not afraid of death.

Let them think clearly again that their loved ones and family members still need food, otherwise they will starve to death.

Through this method, the overseer can easily divide a large number of slaves and get rid of them.

To put it simply, be fast!

"Kill them!"

The overseer snarled at the Gnoll thugs, his face looking as hideous as possible.

The strong jackal thugs immediately rushed forward with grins.

But they did not cut down the weak slave miners to the ground as usual.

Instead, amid the sound of swords clashing, they turned into a pile of broken corpses.

Sparta smelled the smell of blood in the air and watched the look of fear in the overseer's eyes.

Memories buried deep in my mind came flooding back.

Sparta showed a painful expression, and tears filled the corners of his eyes.

The overseer woke up from his fear, turned around and ran away without hesitation, just about to shout at the top of his lungs.

Sparta caught up with him in two steps and slashed out with a swift sword!

Click!

The overseer's legs were cut off, and his bloated body fell to the ground. He roared in pain and rolled on the ground.

Listening to his screams, Sparta recalled the scenes of inaction when he was frustrated.

The unbearable pain caused him to grab the overseer's hair and lift him up while he screamed and cursed.

The crazily struggling overseer, feeling surrounded by pain and fear of death, quickly begged:

"I don't want to either. This is what the Cole elves forced me to do. If I can't do it, they will kill me."

"You must not rebel. If you rebel, all of us will die!"

"The Cole elves will never let go of those who rebel. If one of us appears here, tens of thousands of people in the entire mine will be destroyed..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cold blade had already cut into his neck. Under his unbelievable gaze, Sparta said in an extremely firm tone:

"Rebellion? We just want your lives!"

The supervisor's vision quickly became dizzy.

The last thing he saw.

It was a large group of skinny miner slaves. Under the command of Sparta, they began to wear armor and took up weapons.

"Are these idiots crazy?"

The last thought suddenly disappeared.

The overseer lost his life lightly without anyone noticing.

The mines were filled with angry miner slaves.

Especially after hearing what the overseer shouted.

All miner slaves have learned that as long as one resists, others must join.

Because, they will all be killed by the Cole elves anyway!

Directing his men to distribute weapons and equipment, Sparta did not shake off the blood on the knife, but instead shouted loudly:

"Under the captivity and enslavement of the Kor elves, we will all starve to death sooner or later."

"I have never seen any half-elf slave survive more than 10 years in the mine."

"They were either exhausted to death or beaten to death. Even their corpses had to become food!"

"Instead of dying like maggots without dignity, it's better to fight back!"

"..."

The very inflammatory and persuasive voice immediately cheered up the other miner slaves.

The suppressed anger and humiliation in their hearts burst out together, and the miners' slaves shouted together.

"kill……!"

Sparta followed the plan and quickly organized a professional force of three to four hundred people.

First, replenish their food and physical strength, replace them with brand-new weapons and equipment, and immediately launch a surprise attack on the guards and supervisors of the entire mine.

They killed the patrolling Cole Elf guards in the mine without hesitation, eliminated any supervisors they saw along the way, and distributed weapons to the professionals who were willing to join in.

In just 10 minutes.

Sparta, who was very familiar with the terrain and had been planning for a long time, had completely controlled the No. 2 mine.

Behind him, nearly 1,000 professionals were quickly replenishing food, recovering, and wearing weapons.

In order to control most of the surrounding mines as quickly as possible.

Sparta dispatched people without hesitation and launched a surprise attack on other mines before the Cole Elf army reacted.

He was not worried that the men he sent out would be surrounded and killed by the guards and unable to take over the surrounding mines.

Among these men, a group of powerful gray elf transformed warriors would solve the troubles and dangers encountered along the way.

Each mine had no more than 200 Cole Elf soldiers guarding it, which was no match for the gray elf transformed warriors.

And the miner slaves saw the Cole Elf guards being killed and the supervisors being killed.

They were easily incited to join the rebellion.

They had suffered from the Cole elves for a long time!

Soon, most of the mines near Glory Castle fell into a huge chaos.

The guards of the Cole elves were quickly killed, and the supervisors who were usually domineering and hated by countless miners and slaves were skinned and torn by the angry miners and slaves.

The miners and slaves vented their anger wantonly and fought with the fleeing guards, causing chaos in the entire mining area.

The Cole elf army in Glory Castle had already received the news of the miners' rebellion.

They were urgently discussing countermeasures and soon decided to send troops to suppress it.

The Lord of Glory Castle, Lark, looked at the others seriously, and shouted while passing the buck:

"The task of metal production cannot fail, and none of us can bear this responsibility..."

"I told you not to squeeze too hard, and now something has happened, right?"

"We must suppress these slaves as soon as possible, meet some of the requirements of these idiots, and let them continue to mine."

"Just like before, select a group of people to be supervisors to help us supervise the work."

"When something goes wrong, kill these supervisors as soon as possible, and then meet some of their requirements."

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and act!"

Hearing this, the commanders of the Cole elves led the team and rushed out without taking it seriously.

10,000 Cole elf soldiers marched towards the mine.

The Cole elf army near Glory Castle stayed outside the slaves' residential area and did not rush in.

After all, the Cole elves still wanted to let the miner slaves continue to work for them.

Sparta looked at the Kor elves rushing up and shouted to all the miner slaves without hesitation:

"Don't rush out, let them in!"

The miner slaves were quite obedient. After all, they still didn't dare to fight directly with the regular army of the Kor elves.

Looking at the miner slaves who retreated, the Kor elf commanders breathed a sigh of relief.

The miner slaves are indeed a mob.

If they gather together, the number will be at least more than 100,000. Even if each of them holds a pickaxe, it can pose a considerable threat to them.

Now retreating into the mine, won't it be just right for them to defeat them one by one?

The Kor elf commanders who believe in their own judgment ordered the soldiers to rush in.

Matthew, who saw this scene from a distance, pointed to the empty Glory Castle below and another scattered team of 10,000 people.

"We can just defeat them one by one, let's go now!"

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