Capítulo 64: Chapter 64. Bloody Freedom.
Between the roars, a man stood in front of me, around him two more stood holding me back.
-Sir, we were in Elder Marin's group, we were taken outside to be used as tools, we noticed how our lives ended and we ended up here.
I can't believe it. How is Marin? - The man gave a strange smile, as he recounted everything that had happened, how they had been used to clear an area of a nearby forest, being used to the last of their exhalation and soon the old man's encounter with strange beings, ending in a bet for their survival.
A wager with strange beings? That must have been the trigger for the vassalage, in the end this second life has been granted to me by Marin, that old man can't help but always give me lessons, even though we have hundreds of meters between us.
-I understand, you have endured well, but now we have to free the others, we can not stay behind, we will help our comrades who are in battle, but for that we have to get out of here - The 3 nodded as they ran away.
The exit of the cell was fleeting and quiet, no guard was near, but in no time any would arrive, our screams were magnified by the other imprisoned slaves.
Using the desertification on the rock walls, we managed to free the prisoners while we moved the sand with us, for each square meter of sand, it meant an infinity of means to be able to defend ourselves.
The prisoners consisted of a few dozen, less than expected, almost all women, some pregnant, in some cases we had to end their lives, as they became living corpses or wild beasts, our hands were stained with blood of innocents, but there was no time to carry burdens.
With a snap of the fingers, two sand spears were thrust into the chests of two beaked guards, their bodies fell in pain, their lives not ended by the spears, but, by the stabbing of several members of my race with bronze weapons.
Once the deaths of the two were secured, most of the sand moved around me again, the other part was soaked with blood, so I had lost the ability to control it. The water seemed like a good counterattack against us, at least as long as it was only sand, bronze is harder to be affected, but making all the changes in the sand required both time, and a lot of mana. In this case we used the mana of the smaller ones to create weapons for the more gifted ones, while they rested in the center of the formation.
The freed slaves soon grabbed the stone and wooden spears from the pickaxes as they followed the procession.
All of us as a wave, it didn't take long to loot the keys from the last guards and go outside.
The brightness of the sun was enough to blind us all for a few moments, but no one came to take advantage of the opportunity to attack us. You could see the entire floating island practically empty, the few remaining guards fled as we charged.
Separate into groups of 10, the smaller ones will stay with me here, gather food, medicine and look for any means to escape from this rock, we can't stay here floating forever, we have family far away waiting for us to help them - With a gesture I spent what I had left of mana and transformed it into a sand spear.
In half an hour the groups returned with a trapped weevil, this one without the slightest wound, while the others brought some food and bandages of leaves and ointments.
The medicines barely had any effect on the new wounds, but better than nothing, for some of the now freed women, it was enough to maintain their precarious condition.
The food on the other hand was an immediate relief, everyone ate voraciously, more than one choked slightly, but who cares, I myself choked a little for eating too fast. Whether it was fruit or dried fish, everything was delicious, everything had the most divine taste, the mold in some cases was like a change of taste, no one gave it any fault.
Once all the food was finished, the groups went back to get more, and soon after they returned with another batch of food.
As we continued with a second meal, I focused on the pustule-ridden, wild-eyed soldier.
The trapped Weevil appeared to be a captain in Marcus' bastard militia, his main job was to transport slaves and valuable cargo between the ground and the floating islands, a tamer of Celestial Mantas.
-Choose, die or take us - My spear aimed at the virulent bird's left eye, but it soon shrank back and promised to take us anywhere as long as we let it live. Still, I could see its eyes wander over the women in the group, including the girls.
Infectious filth.
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