1064 Chapter 1063: The Sacred Palace Is Hope (1/2)

At the foot of the mountain, more than a dozen real holes connect to the interior of the mountain, through which the slaves of many peoples enter the spiritual veins for exploitation.

In addition to those responsible for mining, there are naturally slaves responsible for carrying out some useless gravel from the spiritual veins.

These human slaves, each carrying a huge back basket filled with crushed stones, are naturally impossible for the Barbarians to provide them with space rings as slaves of the people who are no better than pigs and dogs.

And these gravel stones were dug up in the process of mining the spiritual veins, and every day, these many human slaves have to carry out a large number of gravel stones.

Those who have been repaired are fine, those who have not been repaired have been extremely hard pressed by these baskets, and, in the face of these caves, a famous figure satisfied, hand-whipped, constantly forcing many people's slaves to walk faster.

But whoever moves a little slowly, without saying anything, goes straight up a whip.

The slaves of the people who were killed alive by these barbarians are not a minority here, almost every day. This is not the case, not far from the shantytowns inhabited by the slaves of the people, there is a mass grave, all of which is dense and numb.

These people were either beaten alive by the barbarians or starved to death.

Never, nor do we need to worry about the physical condition of these people's slaves, nor about their lives and deaths, because in the view of the Barbarians, these people's slaves are the poorest in the world and are simply worthless.

If he dies, he dies. If he goes around and grabs some more, he'll come back. What do people dare to say anyway? Even when some extended families heard that the Barbarians needed slaves, they took the initiative to send in a group of slaves.

Because of the never-ending human slaves, there is no more mercy for the Barbarians.

“Go faster, you old thing, you have to carry 50 times today, you've only been carrying five lies now, I tell you, you can't keep your back, today is your time to die.” A barbarian, with a whip in his hand, continued to beat an elderly man who had nothing to do with it.

The old man is not young enough to have gray hair, but the wrinkles on his face indicate that he is no longer young.

Such an elderly man, but the daily task of work is so heavy, he can't carry on, but the barbarians don't care, it is like he wants to kill him alive.

The powerless lay on the ground, the whip constantly smoked on the back of the old man, the rubble in the back basket scattered on the ground, beaten ruthlessly, the old man did not even have the strength to scream.

Not only is it heavy work every day, but it's almost impossible to say that there isn't, even if there is, it's almost no different from pig food, but that's it, no one can divide a bowl.

Without enough food, it was necessary to perform that enormous amount of work every day, and it was conceivable how much harm would be done to a man who had not repaired it.

Looking at the old man, it should be difficult to stand up any longer. See, the murderous intentions in the eyes of the barbarian people flashed away, and then raised his arms high, a fierce whip pulled down, and his mouth drank coldly.

“Old man, what's the use of leaving you, go to hell. ”

The old man can already say that the oil is exhausted, and without the labor force, that is naturally waste. For waste, the Barbarian solution is simple, which is killing.