bullyxtreme Chapter 116 Slaves?
Chapter 116 Slaves?
The imposing man pushed aside the blueprints in front of him and said impatiently, "Fine, go ahead, go ahead."
"You want me to talk, but I'm not going to!"
"You fucking..." The imposing man was very angry, and the consequences were serious.
With just a simple gesture, Russell felt a sharp pain coursing through his body.
“I’ve confessed, please let me go!” Russell shouted.
The imposing man stopped and said, "My time is precious, hurry up and say it."
Russell, catching his breath, asked: Who are you? What are you doing here?
“You can call me ‘A’. I’m here working on a grand plan,” A replied.
"What does that have to do with me?" Russell asked, puzzled.
“Now you must travel to Warhammer Fantasy and help a man named Sigmar win the campaign!” A continued.
"Sigma? Who is that?"
"Don't worry about who Sigma is. Just remember that you need to help him win so you can go back to the 40K world and continue your life."
"I want to know how long this business trip will last. My body is still lying there in the desert. If it goes on for too long, my body will be gone!"
A hesitated for a moment and said: You go back first. I will wait until you are in a safe place before I call you.
All Russell could say was: "I'll do as you say."
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A sharp pain woke Russell up; he had unknowingly been buried in the sand.
When he raised his arm, he saw a desert viper, more than a meter long, biting his thick arm tightly.
Enraged, Russell grabbed the snake's head and squeezed it so hard that it turned into a meat patty.
The desert viper thrashed violently for a while and then stopped moving. Russell glared at the desert viper and said fiercely, "How dare you bite me!"
As he spoke, he actually put the desert viper's tail into his mouth and bit down hard, his mouth full of blood. He began to eat the desert viper in large bites, it was so crunchy. At this moment, Russell didn't care about parasites or venom, filling his stomach was the most important thing.
Russell devoured the desert viper, which was over a meter long and as thick as an arm, in no time.
After eating, Russell immediately felt full of energy and spirit, but this energy did not last long. As the poison took effect, Russell felt dizzy and fell down again.
…………
I don’t know how long it has been?
"He's still alive?"
"Yes!"
“He was really strong; it took the six of us to barely lift him into the cage.”
"Yeah, this guy is so fat, he weighs about 600 pounds."
"This kind of strong man can definitely fetch a good price!"
We're going to get rich!
…………
Amidst the chatter of others, Russell slowly opened his eyes.
The surrounding area was still desert, but Russell was now like a wild beast locked in a cage, with thick shackles on his hands, feet, and neck. Seeing this, Russell smiled bitterly, realizing that he had become someone else's slave.
This was a ridiculous situation for Russell. Although he was still very weak, Russell was still able to break free of the chains, move the iron cage, and beat these people up. However, he did not intend to do so but wanted to see what the desert traffickers were up to.
"Is there any water? I'm thirsty!" Russell said, feigning weakness.
A dark-skinned, lean man riding a camel turned around, glanced at Russell, and exclaimed in surprise: "You're awake?"
Russell said casually, "Yes, I'm just very thirsty right now and want to drink some water."
"Here's some water!" The man handed Russell the water bottle in his hand.
"Thank you!" Russell took the water bottle and gulped it down, finishing the five-pound bottle in just a few mouthfuls.
"I want to drink more?" Russell felt unbearably thirsty.
The man took the water bottle from Russell and said: "Water is a precious resource in this world, so you can't just drink it indiscriminately. You've already drunk enough to save your life, so don't drink any more."
"Who are you? Why are you locked in a cage?" Russell asked curiously.
The man said: We are merchants who found you in the desert. Seeing your strong physique, we want to sell you to the Gladiator League. You will definitely become the best gladiator, because I have never seen anyone as strong as you.
"There's no need to lock me up so tightly, is there?" Russell felt there was absolutely no need to lock himself up.
The lean man grinned and said: If I don't lock you up, who will be your match when you wake up?
Russell chuckled and said, "You just want me to participate in gladiatorial combat, right? Why sell me out? As long as you give me enough food and water, I can help you in duels. That way, I can earn more money than selling me to some gladiator league."
The lean man paused for a moment, about to nod, but then quickly shook his head and said: "If I let you go and you change your mind, wouldn't I get nothing? I'm not that stupid."
Russell chuckled and said, "Do you think these thin chains of yours can hold me back?"
The lean man chuckled and said, "Of course, these chains are made of meteorite iron; no one can earn that much."
Russell chuckled, then tightly wrapped the chain around his arm and yanked hard. With a "thud," the chain broke into several pieces. For Russell, breaking these pieces was a piece of cake, requiring no effort at all.
The lean man was startled and quickly said, "Quick, someone come! He's trying to escape!"
Mercenaries wielding spears surrounded Russell, their sharp blades pointed at him. Russell, unfazed, laughed and said, "If you don't want to die, get lost."
The mercenaries were so frightened that they looked at each other and dared not step forward.
The lean man sighed and said, "Forget it, I can't hold you back anyway, so I might as well let you go. After you're released, give him some food and water."
Russell laughed and said, "Did I say I was leaving? I'll say it again: I can help you fight, but you must give me food and water. This is a cooperative relationship."
The lean man was overjoyed and said: "What you just said is all true?"
"When have I, Russell, ever lied? Of course, it's always the truth," Russell said calmly.
The lean man laughed loudly: "If I had known this would happen, why would I have gone through all this trouble? Quickly bring the Russell brothers enough food and water."
Two servants quickly brought a bucket of clean water and a dozen or so loaves of bread.
Russell was very satisfied with the food in front of him and began to eat and drink heartily.
People were stunned. Russell ate all the bread in one go and then drank a bucket of water. He ate the food of ten people all by himself.
The lean man smiled apologetically and said, "Brother Russell, please don't take offense. I just locked you up."
Russell laughed and said: "It's nothing. I've already forgiven you."
“Brother Russell, you can call me Sahara from now on.”
"The Sahara, is it? Don't bother me anymore. I'm full and going to sleep." Russell didn't want to chat with this lean man any longer.