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Under the Desert Pinnacle, a vast open area bustled with laborers, resembling a crowded market. The imposing Mammoths trudged along, their heavy toes dragging as they pulled overloaded stones, step by step moving toward the pyramid under construction.
Jill held a water bag, offering it to the weary laborers. Amayi spotted her and exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Jill!"
"Shh! Don't make a fuss, just drink the water quickly."
As she spoke, a foreman approached, barking an order with a fierce glare. "Get moving!" The whip in his hand cracked loudly.
Amayi dared not continue talking to Jill and hurriedly clutched a block of stone, moving away.
A mournful horn sounded from afar, followed by a procession of men clad in large ponchos and adorned with various decorative jewels and nose rings. They surrounded a simple palanquin draped in deep brown silk, appearing before the laborers hauling stones.
These men were less like messengers of the gods and more like a band of demons. With long, sharp copper claws, they bowed low as they followed closely behind what they referred to as their divine seat.
The gods were supreme beings, untouchable and inviolable. When the Horn of the Bull sounded mournfully, all laborers had to prostrate themselves on the ground until the deity entered the pyramid before they could rise and resume their work.
The god's personal servant glanced around and bowed to the deity inside the palanquin. "It seems that the construction will take longer; progress on the tribute tower is slow."
"This displeases the god; we must sacrifice a slave to proceed smoothly."
The god issued this command, and the servant quickly stepped back and shouted to the thugs wielding whips, "The god is unhappy; we need to sacrifice a slave."
As this message was relayed among the prostrated slaves, one young and strong slave looked up out of curiosity at the god. Just that slight glance caught the attention of a fierce thug who shouted, "It's him!"
The sacrifice demanded by the god meant throwing a living person into the still-under-construction pit to die. The slave who dared to look up at the divine being was seized and was about to be thrown into the pit as an offering.
The enslaved tribespeople, crawling on the ground, were filled with anger but dared not resist. Two burly Thugs grabbed the struggling slaves and dragged them toward the pit.
The slaves were none other than the Waji Mountain People. Amayi clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with fury as she muttered to herself, "Damn those bastard monsters. Just wait until I, the Wildfire Sage, settle the score with you."
"Please, no! I have an elderly mother and children at home..." The slave was merely curious about the divine figure, wanting to see what he looked like. It was this curiosity that brought such calamity upon him. Crying out was futile; he was tossed into a two-meter-deep pit like a worthless object by the Thugs, landing on the stones below without even a struggle, dying from the fall.
A fellow tribesman who recognized the unfortunate slave rushed to the edge of the pit, weeping for the deceased.
This scene was witnessed by Xiao Qiang and his companions, their hearts bleeding for their fellow warriors. They silently cursed these Outsider bandits who masqueraded as gods while committing atrocities against defenseless tribes.
They had already breached the territory of these monstrous beings and could not let the death of a slave disrupt their plans. Everything needed careful consideration. To Xiao Qiang, this was just another challenge, but he overlooked that this was Ancient Times.
Among these laborers were many ignorant and narrow-minded individuals who blindly revered those claiming to be saviors while allowing ruthless raiders to slaughter their unarmed kin.
According to Xiao Qiang and Old Dada Mishu's estimates, there were more tribespeople working as laborers here than those pursuing them. If they could rally these workers against their oppressors, they could easily unmask the False Gods and send them straight to hell, ensuring they would never rise again.
Xiao Qiang was confident he could infiltrate the castle and persuade the laborers. Wapu was eager to see her son, so they decided to go together.
Due to the raiders' carelessness, they had not anticipated that Hunter would successfully traverse the vast desert and infiltrate the castle. This allowed Xiao Qiang and his companions to enter under the cover of night.
The divine kingdom under construction made it easy to locate the laborers. They were all kept in a basement, piled together in conditions akin to those for livestock.
When Xiao Qiang appeared among his people, no one recognized him. Before infiltrating, he had deliberately disguised himself in attire similar to that of the laborers.
He walked through several crowds before finally spotting Amayi.
"Wildfire..." Amayi exclaimed, excitedly embracing Xiao Qiang, who scanned the crowd for Jill's figure.
"Where's Jill?"
"Jill has been separated and imprisoned in another location."
"You tell them we can fight for our freedom." Xiao Qiang was unsure how to communicate with these tribespeople. He hoped that since Amayi had been here long enough, they would understand what he was saying.
"He is Wildfire, he is Saint, here to take us home." Amayi quickly spread this astonishing news among the crowd.
Xiao Qiang caught a glimpse of Wapu, who had found his son, and the two were embracing and crying.
A seemingly slave leader from the Wai Tribe approached Xiao Qiang, shouting incomprehensibly. The foreign language left him stunned; he couldn't understand a word.
He looked to Wapu for help.
Wapu hurried over and said to Xiao Qiang, "He suspects you."
"You tell him we are here to rescue our people."
Wapu translated the original message for the slave leader, a member of the Wayin Tribe.
The slave leader nodded and turned to gesture to his companions. They began to move the wooden planks beneath them, revealing a square, dark hole.
Wapu told Xiao Qiang that this brother from the Wayin Tribe said there were secrets in the hole and urged him to take a look.
The slave leader did not want to continue aiding the oppressors in managing his captured kin forced into labor. He personally led Xiao Qiang down into the hole. On the ground, they prepared a plan to remain vigilant against any Thugs who might enter the basement for inspections.
The hole was not wide, dark, and carried a musty odor. Xiao Qiang noticed a figure lying on a wooden plank inside the hole, covered in blood clots.
His attire resembled that of the lamas, but he lacked the nose ring and jeweled ornaments. His mouth was swollen, resembling two pieces of sausage.
Xiao Qiang cautiously scanned the injured man on the plank and asked, "Who is he?"
Wapu relayed the question to the Wayin Tribe member: "Who is he?"
The Wayin Tribe Member replied, "He was once a close servant of the deity. He was punished and beaten to near death for knocking over the deity's oil lamp. We rescued him and hid him here."
When Xiao Qiang said he could help these slaves gain their freedom, the former servant of the deity suddenly asked, "Do you have a mark?"
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