Chapter One War Slaves

　　A mouthful of bloodied saliva was spat on the sand. 　　Lifting his head he looked around. Above the high walls, one could see the silvered snowy peaks in the distance. The air was clear, but there was always a lingering fishy odor when inhaled through the pounded nostrils. 　　In front of me was the fierce slave trainer, wielding a whip to reprimand every slave who couldn't get up in time. After several days of brutal training, it was already difficult for physical strength to support simple standing. 　　Those caught from the Central Plains were the lowest class of existence here. Their wounds had just healed when they were driven to the training ground, and I don't know what technique was used to prohibit their internal strength, so apart from dodging based on their experience, they were left with only their perseverance and physical strength to hold on. Every day, people die, and no one knows if they will be next. 　　The tyrannical and unpredictable slave trainer can take away the life of anyone here at will, and does not allow the slightest resistance. The slightest delay in movement will usher in a storm of whips, falling on the most fragile parts of the body, the exterior is intact, but the interior is festering ulcers and wounds, enough pain for more than ten days. 　　This is the secret garden in the depths of Tianshan Mountain, and also the devil's camp. 　　It would be a joke to die here. 　　Originally thought that the family's training could be considered harsh, but now it seems that it is still too light. 　　Could anyone really get out alive? 　　A line of people thrown down from the dirty and fishy carriage, less than three days to die, with the other dead like face down dragged away, ragged clothes were whipped into rags, who can recognize like a beggar corpse was once the Central Plains of the reigning masters, to here everything is as humble as ants. 　　A few days of training gave everyone the knowledge that there is only one person who is revered here, the supreme god of the king like a god to look down on all living beings, like a celestial being. 　　The training ground is very large, divided into different areas, in addition to the worst conditions of the sand field, there are countless people in the partition of the fence behind the training, the age of not more than fifteen years old, many from the early age has entered the hell of the slave camp, day after day to withstand the harsh killing and hitting, each one has experienced countless times of life and death, the eyes so cold that there is not a trace of human feelings, numbness and mechanical, leaving only the instincts of the command to attack. 　　The Demon Cult killers that shook the Western Region and made the 36 countries famous were trained in this way. 　　There is no escape. If you don't want to die, you can only hold on. 　　Tightening the cloth on his arm, he stepped into the arena with the whistle to meet the next round of challenges. 　　After a whole year of training, only three of the Central Plains people who had entered the War Slave Camp together remained. 　　Together with two hundred and ninety-seven teenagers who had been trained since they were young in the War Slave Camp, they were promoted to the Hardened Frontier Camp, waiting for a more brutal killing duel. 　　In between training sessions, these teenagers would also privately discuss and curiously speculate about their future fate. 　　It is said that from the quenching camp out of the talent qualified to become a formal mission killers, more outstanding will be among the ranks of the seven kills, that is the teachings of the top killers, only seven people, directly under the right ambassador, and even the three major chiefs do not dare to look down on. 　　As long as you can go out from here, you can enjoy the wine and cheese, brocade clothes and house, attentive to relieve the beautiful children serving, have truly belong to their own everything, as well as by the congregation of honor and respect glory. 　　In the devil religion, the real killer is extremely status, is their blood for the western countries of the submissive annual tribute, full of treasures from the treasury of jade and wealth are from here. Do not have to farm labor can be rich and enjoy, as far as the eye can see are jade trees, embroidery, smoke Luo, the tribute of the countries of the beauty of the steed filled with around, extremely prosperous and beautiful paradise on earth. 　　This is the favorite topic of young people, unreal dreams is the only support, in the blood and pain in the quenching of the only hope, hoping that a ray of light after the opening of the pleasure of the sky. The reality of cold, hard beds, rough food, and livestock-like drives seem to be forgotten in such speculations. 　　Compared to the paradise outside the killing fields, the cruelty here could perhaps only be described as hell. 　　Listening to the visions of the future in his ears, he closed his eyes and exhaled silently, hoping to regain his qi in the shortest possible time. 　　A sudden shout interrupted the crowd's murmur, and the teenagers sitting idly on the ground quickly stood in a neat formation, standing with solemn hands, staring at the instructor. 　　The large, wiry Western man paced slowly, scrutinizing his dutifully trained subordinate as if he were looking at a scimitar with a freshly sharpened edge. 　　"Listen up, I'm only going to say this once." The air was as still as a 10,000 year old iceberg. "The Holy Oracle of the Cult King, a six-day duel will take place from tomorrow, and the three who win at the end will be given the opportunity to visit the Cult King, break away from the Hardened Frontier Camp, and become official killers of the Cult, you should be glad that you don't have such luck every year." 　　His words slowed down. "But this also shows that ...... from now on, you guys are enemies to each other." A cold and sharp gaze swept over the silent crowd, "Whoever survives to the end will walk out." 　　Six days. 　　Very short and very long. 　　No one could sleep, fear spreading silently, all afraid of having their throats slit while they slept. The days of training together were not short, and all knew each other's methods well. 　　Out of three hundred, only three were taken. 　　It reminded him of the Miao people's method of raising parasites that he had heard of in his childhood, where all kinds of poisonous insects were locked in a closed box and left to bite and kill each other, and the one who survived was the king of the parasites. 　　The same technique, the same trial. 　　Look at these lives like grass teenagers with the same instructor learned skills ambush, poison, booby-trap, fight, one after another fell, blood like a spring in the training ground flow horizontally. 　　He wanted to cut off the instructor's head. 　　More than anything else, he wanted to cut down the instructor who controlled everything with the indifference of an outsider and the arrogance of a master. 　　But first, one could only try to keep oneself alive. 　　People have been reduced by half, years of training toughness so that the teenagers know how to control themselves, save unnecessary attacks and physical exertion, he shrank in the shadow of the tree as much as possible to hide themselves, heavy sleep makes the eyelids straight down, gritted his teeth, the sharp blade in his hand back to drag, in the arm and add a blood gash, intense pain dispersed some of the daze, the four days did not cross the eyelashes, his consciousness has begun to grandiose, and his reaction is slowed down quite a bit. 　　A figure quietly approaching, he did not make a sound, the other party made a gesture to show that there is no hostility, he sidestepped the long sword, waiting for the teenager to take the initiative to speak. 　　"This won't work, we'll all die here." Apparently also sleepy, the teenager's low voice was permeated with fatigue. "Someone must cooperate, or wait for you to fall asleep ......" 　　What happens when you fall asleep, needless to say each other's hearts understand. He looked at each other with cold eyes, "What do you want." 　　"According to the current physical strength, I can probably still last three hours, I think your situation is probably similar." 　　Surprised by the other party's frankness, he nodded silently, this time was also his estimation of himself. 　　"I can guard you for you to rest, and rotate after an hour, you won't last six days on your own, we're the same on that point." 　　"On what basis do I trust you." 　　"You have no choice." 　　"On what basis do you trust me." 　　"I have no choice." 　　Meeting his gaze, the teen finally smiled bitterly. "Well, I've been watching for people I can work with, and you're the only one who hasn't actively sniped, whether it's because of conserving energy or something else ......" 　　...... 　　After staring for a long time, the teenager began to hyperventilate. "Well, all that needs to be said, what's your decision?" 　　"Deal." 　　Spitting out two words dryly, he lowered his eyelids and quickly fell into a deep sleep. 　　It rained blood. 　　The blade of the sword gently skimmed the neck of the opponent in front of him, feeling the light shiver of the sharp edge cutting into his bloodstream, his tense body suddenly loosening up, replaced by exhaustion after a strenuous workout. 　　He gently choked and coughed, his stabbed lungs causing each cough to take on a rusty flavor, raising his eyes to look not far away, after two days of guarding rounds and joint counterattacks, there had been a bit of a tacit understanding. That teenager has really solved the opponent, is tearing the lapel to wrap the injury, footsteps slightly floating, also is not lightly injured. 　　The action is swift and ruthless, and good at seizing the moment, no wonder it can last until the end. It seems that he met a good partner. 　　It is already the sixth day. 　　There are still four people left in the field. 　　The other two are also hand in hand with the attack, attack and defense at the time of cooperation, and they are very different from this kind of hasty cooperation. 　　The setting sun was like blood. 　　The wind blew across the fishy sands, like a gentle hand caressing the face of the dead. 　　The instructor stood with his arms folded, his expression unchanged. 　　"Kill one more and you can leave." 　　Iron-like words nailed into the ears, proclaiming a reality that could not be evaded. 　　Who to kill? 　　Four pairs of hawk-like eyes looked at each other. 　　Those two were clearly in better shape than them, and it wasn't hard to guess who would die. 　　If the internal force has not been restricted ...... a line of thought suddenly swept through, and was put out of his mind, life and death, there is no room to complain and sigh. 　　"You have no chance." Ice cold gaze straight, "The injury is much heavier than us." 　　The teenager pursed his lips for a moment, not answering, and slowly raised his sword. 　　"The only possibility is for you to kill each other, and those who live can stay, we won't do anything." Understanding his companion's mind, the other added. "There's no point in actively attacking us, both of you will be dead by then." 　　"You're only joining forces by chance anyway." 　　"A smart person should understand which side has a higher chance of winning." 　　"Fighting with your companion still gives you half a chance to survive." 　　"Don't worry, we will never interfere." 　　What was said was true and extremely reasonable. 　　People who were strangers in the first place would not trust each other in life and death just because of a brief reliance forced by the situation. 　　After rationally analyzing the situation, they would have understood what to do. 　　It is the destiny, right, they have no grudges and no hatred of the people were forced to this, strangers to each other. 　　And what kind of power, let those people cold bystanders, waiting for a blood splattered results. 　　He looked at the young man who had fought side by side within two days, and the other looked back at him in the same way, and it was as if the same emotions were rolling and stirring in the underworld, and intent gradually surged up in his young and sharp eyes. 　　In an instant, the sword light cut through the twilight.