Twenty Sided Dice

The Realm of Honesty is a very practical spell. Under the shroud of the spell, the subject can only speak the truth or keep silent. However, under the current circumstances, with more than a dozen orc warriors in full armor, holding a long axe and staring intently, who would dare to remain silent? The result of not speaking is never being able to speak, this is obvious.

Some determined people can overcome the effects of the spell and tell the lie, but they face a priest who is proficient in the spell. Just as many nobles have learned how to hide knives and honey swords in their mouths, priests who use the realm of honesty also have experience in reading words and recognizing lies. Maybe some master spymasters can escape the spell without changing their faces, but Siegel can't put his hopes entirely on the spot.

Priests and witch priests have firm beliefs in their gods and are even more confident in their own spells, but mages never use this mode of thinking. Keeping the secrets of spells has become one of the pathological pursuits of mages, and they naturally don't want to let the priests of various "true gods" know. Many wizards choose the raven when choosing a familiar, precisely because of one of its well-known characteristics: it can speak.

The familiar and the mage have a soul-level link, and it can even be said that they are two manifestations of the same soul. What the Raven Familiar says is what the mage thinks in his heart, and there is no difference between the two. So there is a secret among the mages, using their magic pets to evade the ability of the realm of honesty.

This secret is known only to mages, and even to apprentices who have the qualifications for magic awakening, so that they can have a choice when creating familiars. Like the raven, the snakes, toads, falcons, etc. in the familiar have hidden secrets, and they can bring different conveniences to the mage.

The raven is not far away, just to help with the way of soul connection.

"Who are you?" Wu Ji began to ask.

"Fedzak's **** (son) is Fazak, nicknamed One-Eyed Daddy." Siegel answered righteously. The gaps in his sentence were filled in by the raven's murmur. As for whether the witch sacrifice heard or not, it is not for the mage to worry about it. Siegel only needs to ensure that it is all the truth.

"What are you doing in the arena?"

"I came here to see the situation, but (not) later prepared slaves for General Kabu. Dedicating to the **** of orcs in the arena can bless the victory of the frontline army."

The shaman nodded, the orcs do have such a tradition. The more blood sacrifices, the more blessings from the Beastmaster God. He has been paying attention to the expression of "One-Eyed Father Faizac". As a high-level one-eyed witch priest, when he sees another one-eyed man, he has a natural intimacy, and even he does not notice it himself. It's a different kind of "people gather together".

"What the **** happened here?" Wu Ji asked, "Tell me everything you know."

Siegel is very aware of the limits of the ability of the domain of honesty. At most, people can only tell the truth, but there is no coercive effect of "disclosure". However, he still had to answer "with sincerity and fear", lest he didn't tell enough lies.

"I don't know what caused it at all (it's weird), those ghost-like smoke started to drill into people's bodies. The slaves who were drilled in would go crazy and start a chaotic fight. (Never) possible It was my devotion to the orc **** that kept me from being possessed until the army of Lord Wuji arrived. Unfortunately, this happened when I was about to buy slaves, which made it difficult to perform gladiators in the arena. Wait for a while."

"Whose slave do you want to buy?" Wu Ji decided to ask more, so as to finally determine the authenticity.

Siegel pointed to the corpse on the ground, and then said: "This is the half-orc I'm looking for, named Sagek, and he is the subordinate of the long steel toe. A good batch of slaves, old and young, male and female, will perform in the duel arena. I want them to change owners, so I come here."

Wu Ji nodded, he was very confident in his spells, and knew that what Feizak said in front of him was a matter. The arena is the place where the souls of the dead in Macabuta gather. There are countless dead gladiators here, and it is not surprising that one or two ghosts occasionally appear. Now that the chaos here has subsided, the shaman has other important things to take care of. The battle in Bacon Town caused chaos throughout the wasteland, and many orc forces were attacking each other, affecting the strategy of marching to the south. The siege of the Iron Foot warlord also caused the situation to begin to develop in a bad direction. As the captain of the Iron Foot, it is normal for Steel Toe to want to befriend General Kabu under the two-headed wolf. The one-eyed witch sacrifice only hopes that the colleagues who brought the message to General Flay can restore the frontline situation to normal.

Just as he was about to turn to leave, he suddenly thought of a question: "Fezak, what are you going to use to pay for slaves here?" He saw that the one-eyed standing in front of him was not carrying a purse, and his only pocket was deflated. , It seems that it can't hold much money, so there is this question.

Siegel was prepared, he picked up the dragon tooth dagger from the ground, and said to the witch priest, "I traded the dagger for a good shooter at the auction a few days ago."

Wu Ji stared at him, snoring saliva from his mouth. Siegel smiled, handed the dagger up, and said, "Lord Wuji, I have completed the transaction, this Sagek is dead, the dagger should naturally be dedicated to the Beastmaster God to express my respect."

"Very good." The one-eyed witch priest put the dagger in his belt, and then said to the orc captain beside him: "Give all the slaves without master to this devout believer, and then check whether there are any undead here, and then you can go back already."

The sorcerer turned his head and left, and the spell of the realm of honesty also ended. Siegel took the pocket and handed it to the orc captain, just like every human slave who knows how to survive in Macabuda. "Lord Captain, look at my gladiator..."

"Choose it yourself, I don't care about these nostalgic things." The orc captain accepted the purse with satisfaction, and then said to his subordinates: "Did you hear, Lord Wuji asked us to find the undead hidden here, and give me careful attention. Search. If you find a slave or something, hand it over to this human, so we don't have to worry about it!"

The orcs shouted excitedly, and then dispersed, rummaging through boxes and cabinets in groups of two. Since this is an arena, and Three-Eyed Longte is now the owner of this place, they don't dare to loot, but the drinks and food here suffer. Siegel called Hunk and took him to the same village as the orcs. There were more than 300 people in Nishi Village, and now less than 70 are still alive in the arena. Siegel surrounded them, quieting them with Humke's help.

Since the orc patrol was still nearby, he didn't dare to say more. After a while, many slaves came one after another, most of which were gladiators who could not contact their masters for a while. The orcs sent them over to Siegel regardless of whether they were three, seven or twenty-one, and soon nearly two hundred people gathered.

There are half-orcs and humans, but only a few of them have received specialized gladiatorial training. There were no shortage of women, but not a single woman of childbearing age, for obvious reasons. There are also some teenagers and girls in the team. The orcs are too lazy to raise "them", so they prepare a pack of wolves in the arena and let them perform the rest of their lives.

Most gladiators have already accepted their fate, they only care how many good meals they can eat before they die. The newly captured slaves from the southern side of the Walled Mountains were dazed and ignorant, but the clubs and whips somehow taught them to be quiet. Only the people from Nishi Village, they clearly know the horror of the arena, and some of them have watched the competition before, and they will cheer and be extremely excited. But when they were caught as slaves and became victims off the court, no one could laugh, and they were all on the verge of collapse. If it's not handled well, it's likely to cause chaos and affect Siegel's plans.

Originally, Siegel's plan was to set fire to the chaos himself, and use resentful spirits to create more chaos at any time. But the moment he saw the Hunk Orcs, he thought of using the gladiators here to complete the task. There are also many ships in the port of Makabuda, and even if these people are not crew members, Siegel can get them to start the ships with his own command. There is no shortage of confidence as a man who can be a bosun and captain.

"Shut up and listen to me." Siegel swung the whip, which was still taken from Sagek. The five-foot-long leather whip made a snapping sound in the air, like the explosion of thunder that I remembered in my ears. Siegel developed the ability to use a lasso and whip when he put it on. Now it seems that he is at the same level as the gladiator trainer here. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can pretend to be.

"Now you all belong to me, so listen to me. Whatever I tell you to do, you can do it immediately. Today's performance in the arena has nothing to do with you, so lay down and rest for me. Let me see it later. Whoever is still standing, everyone should not even think about having a meal!"

With another crack of the whip, all the slaves lay down in unison, like frightened chickens. Siegel was very uncomfortable with the awe and fear in their eyes. Even though he knew that he was acting, he still felt some guilt. He resisted the urge to turn his head away, and still used menacing eyes to frighten the slaves who dared to look at him until everyone bowed their heads obediently. Seeing the bodies of several children shaking with fear, Siegel almost cried with guilt. After the orc patrol left, Siegel walked a little further, hiding his face in the shadows before daring to shed a single tear.

He quickly wiped it with his hands, then took out his pipe, lit it, and took two strong puffs. He needed this way of calming down his emotions, so he could build up his strength as soon as possible, so he could start moving at night. He was determined to save all the slaves in front of him, and he was determined to cut a **** road from Makabuda. He hadn't used spells for a long time, and the excitement when the magical energy flowed through the blood vessels throughout the body was also hard to restrain because of the simple spells used a few times just now. Siegel felt like a flamingo was hatching within himself, ready to spread his wings in the dark night and set the filthy orc city on fire.

The pipe glowed and dimmed, reflecting Siegel's grim expression in the permeating smoke.

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