Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 972: Searching for the Star Radiant Gate
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 345 - Not Qualified To Speak To
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.1: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 278: Control
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 357: Survival Based on Memories
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1234- Su Race
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3845: The Cloaked Old Man
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
It was a dark tent occasionally illuminated by the flickering campfire outside. The guards would lower their heads and nod off every now and then.
Whispers could be heard around a few cages.
“Hey, Simaga!”
“Mm.”
“Prepare to escape.”
The group of slaves first liaised with one another before cutting through their ropes with a broken porcelain shard. Tonight, while the merchant convoy was camping here, was the best opportunity for them to escape.
The merchants had just dealt with a batch of slaves who attempted to escape, and that intimidated the others. Due to that, the security was slightly looser than usual.
“Let’s go!”
They snuck to a remote part of the camp and attempted to climb over the fence.
Woom!
The surroundings lit up. Twenty guards carrying torches suddenly appeared and encircled them.
“Hmph!” A plump slave merchant looked at the horrified slaves with a gleeful smile. “Where do you think you’re going, hm?”
He waved his hand, and the guards charged forward with bats to beat the slaves up.
The slaves were malnourished and had suffered a lot of abuse. There was no way they were a match for the healthy and energetic guards. They were beaten to the point where their skin tore, and their flesh and blood mashed together.
Yet… the guards didn’t attack the youth named Simaga.
“SIMAGA!” One of the slaves, who was bruised from all the beating, spat out bloody sputum before roaring hatefully, “You betrayed us?! WHY?!”
Simaga coldly looked at them, not saying a word.
This escape saga soon came to pass.
“Simaga, it’s all thanks to you,” the slave merchant said with a smile in the tent. “You’re an obedient child. It was also thanks to you that we caught those Tang slaves who tried to escape the last time.”
“Not at all.” Simaga, who was all cold earlier, now had a fawning smile. “It’s my honor to be able to share my master's woes.”
“Here’s your reward.” The slave merchant tossed a dry and hard naan on the floor.
“Thank you, master.” Simaga gratefully picked up the naan.
“Boss.” It was only after Simaga left did the slave
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