Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1177: Flame Fist Hassan
The refugee group that was originally heading towards Paradise City is still heading towards Paradise City, but the speed is much faster than before.

These slave knights lowered the sand cages in the team.

It was a metal cage that looked like a land boat, like a big pumpkin. The cage was made up of many metal rods of different lengths. They carried these metal rods in their hands like long-handled weapons for self-defense. When they were inserted together, they formed a simple but sturdy cage.

The part that touches the sand is a long stick, so it can slide faster in the sand like skating, without having to stay in the sand for too long to drive a bunch of slaves, which would lead to insufficient supplies. And because it is completely hollow, it does not have to fight against the storm.

If they lay on the ground, they might choke on the sand and suffocate or be blinded. If the slaves didn't want to fall into the quicksand and break their legs, they had to step carefully on the iron bars.

Even so, they might miss a step and accidentally hit the ground and hurt themselves. Therefore, the slaves could only manage themselves more carefully and try their best to maintain balance, so no one would have the leisure to think about how to escape from here.

The Parthians called this kind of sand cage "cage", but it was pronounced in the Parthian language.

Foreigners call this simple sand cage made of iron rods a "resting cage."

On the one hand, this kind of cage that can be easily dragged on the sand was only available in the Parthians; on the other hand, some Parthian caravans would carry iron rods for self-defense, and when the opportunity was right, they would kidnap passengers and travelers, using iron rods to temporarily form cages of different sizes to hold people, and act as slave traders on the side.

Besides, there is another reason.

That's how this cage is made, just like the society of the ancient Parthian Empire -

If they disperse, each of them will become an iron rod to protect their loved ones and themselves.

But if they were combined, they would form a cage to capture slaves. When the slaves were escorted, they would each remove their own iron bars and return to their daily lives as if nothing had happened.

Dim yellow glowing chains penetrated through the gaps and entangled the slaves, some intact and some injured. Although there were some extraordinary people among them, their energy levels were not high. Regardless of whether they were extraordinary or not, their strength was sucked away by the chains, and their bodies became powerless.

These slave knights are extremely cruel and ruthless.

Regardless of whether they were men, women, young or old, anyone who dared to resist them - even if they just raised their weapons against them, or even did not strike them, they would chop off a hand, a finger or an ear as punishment. Only those who remained motionless and accepted the restraints could remain intact.

This is also a common tactic of intimidation used by slave knights.

If these "quasi-slaves" realize that their imperfections will reduce their value, and thus make the slave knights afraid to harm them, then they will pay a greater price to capture the slaves. So they will not show mercy, and will cut them hard even if they just struggle violently. On the other hand, if these slaves realize that they will pay a price as long as they resist, regardless of whether they succeed or not, they will be even more afraid to resist, and thus miss the best opportunity to counterattack.

But they also have some clever tricks - just like the middle-aged woman they killed first. They would first kill or seriously injure the slaves who could not be sold at a high price, so as to intimidate the slaves with higher value.

Generally speaking, the most expensive slaves in the desert are the most beautiful and noble young men and women, regardless of race. There are also extraordinary people above the third level, and those beautiful, rare, and powerful aliens... These are treasures that can be sold at high prices at auctions. Catching one is enough for a dozen slave knights to live a worry-free life for several years.

Next are healthy and strong adult men and men of other races, who are high-quality assets that can serve as guards and laborers, are not easy to capture intact, and are very popular. Next are young boys who are worth investing in, and girls who have a higher upper limit of value but are more difficult to cultivate, followed by middle-aged women who cannot be sold, thin men, and children of other races... Finally, the elderly, the sick, and the disabled who have the lowest value.

So when they take action, they will first attack and execute the latter two types of people. This cruel means of execution is used to deter the more expensive former, so as not to be forced to counterattack and hurt them, thereby reducing their value.

That kind of "ferocity" itself is also a kind of improvisation.

Jabir is one of the few people who knows these rules.

Because his father had done this kind of business before, and that was when their family was doing well.

Later, his father died silently in the yellow sand. Maybe he offended someone he shouldn't have offended, maybe he was killed by the Dry Water Army or the rebels, maybe he was attacked by the phantom demons in the sand... Maybe he was defeated by another wave of slave knights and captured as a slave, or maybe he was overturned during the capture process - who knows? Anyway, this is their fate.

Jabir was not unaware of his future fate.

But he was relieved.

Even if I become a slave...it is better than dying silently in the desert.

He always felt that those people looked at him in a wrong way. Although they were all accomplices, they looked down on him. If they had not arrived at Paradise City at the right time, he would have died tonight if it had been one day later.

Because of this, he was the first to surrender, and the one with the loosest chains on his body and the best position in the cage. In the entire caravan, the only ones who were treated better than him were the two camels in the caravan.

After all, a camel can buy two young male slaves. Its value is higher than mine, Jabir thought self-deprecatingly.

He was at the front, so the chain around his neck was loose, and he didn't sway back and forth trying to find a foothold - his body could lean against the cage to gain leverage, thus reducing a lot of collisions with other people. The only downside was that this position probably had to eat some sand.

At this moment, Jabir suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He had the best vision, and because of that... he was the first to see the visitor from afar.

That was another group of cavalry -

But they do not seem to be slave cavalry.

They were all wearing black robes that covered their faces. It was daytime, but they were holding torches. From a long distance away, black smoke and fire could be seen floating over.

This group of cavalry did not rush out from the City of Paradise, but from another direction opposite to them.

The slave knights of Paradise City looked anxious when they saw this: "What should we do?"

"Where are these rebels coming from!" "Just throw them away and run away, boss!"

"But the cage..."

The slave knights immediately fell into chaos.

And the one in the lead, the man in fine leather armor, took back the chain.

"Damn you guys..."

The middle-aged woman immediately regained the ability to move and speak, and she cursed loudly.

But before she could finish her words, the man grabbed her hair and pulled her out of the cage.

He stabbed the woman's chin with the scimitar in his hand, and it went straight into her brain, killing her instantly like slaughtering livestock.

"Engage in battle! Prepare for a blood sacrifice! Leave them behind too!"

The leader, who was wearing exquisite leather armor, was unwilling to retreat just like that, but planned to engage in a fight with the newcomer.

He called out loudly: "Use the cheap stuff first!"

"it is good!"

"Okay!"

People were shouting fiercely, so no one wanted to escape.

As the chains tightened, the "cheapest" people in the convoy - thin men, women over thirty years old, the sick, the elderly, and those who had been turned into disabled people in previous arrests - were dragged over.

A total of seventeen people died amid exclamations, screams and wails.

The cage suddenly became much emptier, with only half of the people left.

The remaining slave knights also took away their soul chains, put them back into their bodies to restore their magic power and prepare for battle.

The blood from the seventeen corpses gathered in the sand to form a strange river.

Several of the slave knights made low voices and chanted spells, and the sand mixed with blood slowly rose from the ground like twisted snakes, shaking their heads.

An ominous dark mist emerged from the corpses, forming a gloomy curtain that enveloped them.

The distorted face of the evil spirit slowly condensed from the mist.

——But at this moment.

Suddenly, an extremely bright light appeared from the opposite side!

At that moment, Jabir thought he was going to go blind and he couldn't help but scream.

It was a fire that was even hotter and brighter than looking directly at the midday sun!

A beam of high-temperature laser formed by flames was like an extremely long and thin sword, reaching them in the blink of an eye.

The curse ritual that killed seventeen people was as fragile as a piece of paper - it was easily cut by the fire without any hindrance.

And those slave knights, without exception, were cut into two by this blow!

The parts of their bodies above the chest were cut off by the flames, but the camels under them were completely unharmed.

Just one strike! He was so powerful that he was like a god!
Those extremely powerful extraordinary beings were destroyed as if in a miracle!
Jabir's brain trembled. He felt the cage in front of him was so hot, so he quickly moved his body away, but he was still burned.

It turned out that the flames had also cut off the top of the cage. Metal has a strong ability to conduct heat, and it burned him directly.

Among the group of people opposite, the only leader who was not holding a torch rushed over on a camel.

His hands burned with flames like the blazing sun, and he raised his hands high as if he was holding up the sun.

"I'm Hassan! Hassan the Flaming Fist!"

The man shouted to them: "I'm back! You are saved!"

——Hassan the Flaming Fist!
It’s the legendary Hassan the Flaming Fist!
The crowd went wild.

(End of this chapter)