Roman Slave Owner

Those slaves didn't answer. As Parthian cavalrymen, their riding skills were absolutely top-notch, and their Sabbath archery was as famous as Mongolian archery, which quickly shortened the distance with Scipio and the others. .

"Run, master!"

said one of the slaves in horror.

Scipio was frightened out of his wits. He didn't expect that someone would assassinate him. Who wanted to assassinate him?

Could it be Sura?

It's just that it's unlikely, he doesn't have to do it.

But Scipio had no time to think about it, and he hurriedly patted his horse and turned back to flee.

A slave drew out his dagger in a panic. He was not a warrior, but an ordinary slave serving Scipio. To him, the dagger was just a thing for courage.

At this moment, several arrows shot over.

The slave dodged in panic, but was still shot by an arrow.

As he stood up, a cavalryman flew past him.

He took out his short sword and sliced ​​it across his throat skillfully.

"Pfft!"

A stream of blood flew from his neck, and almost half of his neck was cut open by the sword.

The big man continued to rush forward as if nothing had happened. Whether it was a warrior career in the past or a gladiator now, this kind of thing happened too much.

Seeing the several war horses getting closer and closer, Scipio was out of his wits in horror.

Although he also prided himself on being proficient in martial arts, he seldom fought in battle.

Those slaves were not good at riding, and soon fell behind, beheaded to death by those masked men.

They controlled the horses with their spurs, and then took up their bows and shot arrows at Scipio.

Although he was on a galloping horse, arrows still hit the horse and Scipio.

Scipio's steed whined and charged forward with all its might.

This even shortened the distance from them, and Scipio felt a glimmer of hope for escape.

At this moment, his heart sank completely to the bottom of the valley, because several masked cavalry were rushing towards him.

Under the sunlight, the sharp dagger reflected a chilling light.

"Stop, I am Scipio, you must not kill me, Sulla promises to save my life."

Scipio said loudly.

But the cavalry were not impressed at all, because they could not understand Latin.

The two cavalry attacked Scipio simultaneously from both sides with great understanding, and Scipio blocked the blow of a dagger.

Just when he thought he would be injured, the horse under him suddenly fell to the ground, and then Scipio rolled uncontrollably, and he did not recover after several rounds.

It turned out that the cavalryman did not attack him, but slashed at the horse's leg with a sword.

Scipio tried to stand up and found that he was surrounded by those masked men.

There was a bloodthirsty light in their eyes, he was begging for mercy, when those cavalrymen slashed at him with their swords.

Soon Scipio died screaming and a cavalryman beheaded him.

These gladiators exchanged in low voices, whether they should go back to their orders, and if they went back to their orders, would they be killed and silenced.

Now is the troubled times, maybe they can take advantage of the chaos and escape.

At this moment, they faintly heard the sound of horseshoes ahead.

They suddenly heard the masked man's words, this place has actually been blocked.

In fear, they hurriedly fled to the grove.

Not long after, a group of cavalry slowly appeared in front.

There are about a hundred cavalry in this team, mainly composed of two parts, one part is the black-skinned Numidian cavalry, and the other part is wearing Roman armor, but there is a strange badge on their armor, it is Li Wei's cavalry.

Soon they found the horses and headless corpses lying in front of them.

So he stopped immediately.

"Be careful, there are thieves."

Said a cavalry captain.

"The thieves are so rampant now, they dare to block the way and kill nobles. This person should be a nobleman."

One of the ten captains said, after finishing speaking, he dismounted from his horse and carefully checked the identity of this person.

Since there is no head, it is difficult to find out the identity of this person.

"Would you like to chase them down and kill them? His blood is still hot. It shouldn't be long before they left."

The cavalry captain thought for a while and said: "Okay, leave a few people to cremate their bodies. The owner said that if the bodies are not collected, it may cause a plague. I don't know if it is true."

"The Patriarch is so kind that he asked us to come out to maintain order and collect the bodies of these victims."

"That's right."

After finishing speaking, these cavalrymen followed the traces they left behind and chased after them.

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The masked man carefully examined Scipio's head, then scratched his face and buried it in a small pit dug long ago.

After carefully burying the soil and leaves, he said, "You have made a wise decision. Come with me. Only by following me can you get out alive and let the horse go."

Those slaves are very unwilling to fight. They are all excellent cavalry. If a horse can't beat it, at least they can escape. What if this person wants to kill someone.

Looking at these complaining cavalrymen, the masked man sneered: "If you want to leave now, just go, but don't blame me if you die."

Those slave gladiators look at me, I look at you, how do you go if you don’t get the certificate of free slave, then it will be a dead end. In the end, you can only helplessly put the mask on the horse, and then drive the horse away.

At this time, the masked big man showed his face, and a long scar appeared under his left cheek, all the way to his neck.

"Come with me, you can call me Kelso."

The scar-faced man said.

He led those slave gladiators to the main road, frightened them for a long time and scolded them for a long time before letting them follow.

But it didn't take long to encounter a large number of cavalry.

"Stop, who are you?"

A cavalryman stopped them and asked.

"We are fleeing."

Kelso said with a smile, and handed him an iron plate after speaking, and then made a V letter secretly.

The cavalryman looked strange after seeing it, and then asked routinely: "Have you seen some thieves? They killed several people."

"No, sir."

Cassel said.

"Let's go."

said the cavalryman.

Kelso quickly led them away. Along the way, they found a large number of checkpoints. Not only a large number of infantry, but also a large number of cavalry were chasing some thieves.

This made those gladiators feel even more guilty. It seemed that this man was not lying. The power behind him was indeed great, and he was able to command a large number of troops.

Kelso led them to a residential house near the military camp, and said, "I'll get you the documents now, don't run around, there will be a caravan heading to Greece tomorrow, and you will go with them when the time comes."

The slave gladiators looked at each other and could only watch him leave.