A third-level double swordsman is the high-level spellcaster who can find the highest-level slaves for wizards. Because according to the potential and rules of the major empires, the most second-level professional slaves on the market are circulated, and higher-level slaves will be purchased by the empire for various experiments or other aspects, and will almost never flow out of the market or into the hands of ordinary people.

It is already good for those high-level spellcasters to get a third-level double swordsman for the wizard. You should know that the merchants who supply a large amount of materials to the Red River Valley have a low status in the Kulun Empire, and at most they can only find three or two second-level warriors for the wizards.

This group of slaves made the wizard very satisfied.

As soon as the slaves were transported over, the wizard asked the cooking women to cook for these slaves. In their meals, the wizard added a potion that had been prepared long ago: a potion that could make people feel pain in their heads and would damage their brains little by little without taking temporary antidotes in time.

The wizard only let the slaves eat this potion once. However, in the subsequent meals, the wizard still added potion to their food.

However, at this time the potion is no longer a potion that harms people, but a potion that enhances physical fitness.

Drugs to enhance physical fitness are very domineering. After taking these drugs once, these slaves clearly felt that their bodies had an abnormally significant increase. The power of the smallest increase is about one-tenth, and the most will increase by about one-fifth.

Such domineering power increases are entirely because those drugs have tapped all the potential of their bodies. After taking these drugs, the lifespan of these slaves will not only be reduced, but no matter how they practice in the future, there will be no room for improvement. Of course, except for continuing to take wizard drugs.

More than a thousand gladiators, each of them is extremely strong. There is nothing wrong with wearing more than a hundred kilograms of full-body heavy armor on their bodies. Of course, the wizards would not let these slave gladiators wear these full-body heavy armors, because these full-body heavy armors are actually a burden to them.

Gladiators can survive, but those slave professions are destined to die when they come to the wizards.

The wizard gathered all these slave professions in a digging mountain palace.

There are not many slave professions, only more than a hundred.

When these slave professions were imprisoned in the palace in this mountain, they were still a little frightened. However, they were wearing extremely strong shackles and magic slave marks, which made them unable to escape and had no ability to resist.

The wizard also prepared food and medicines mixed in food for these slave professions. However, these medicines are no longer medicines prepared to strengthen their physique, but medicines that demand their lives.

These slaves never thought that the new owner would add medicine to the food, because their owner wanted to kill them, just one order. Using medicine is a waste!

After eating the food mixed with medicine without any precautions, not long after these slave professions felt in a trance that they became free people. They ran in the wild, walked in the deep mountains and forests, avoiding the enemies who captured them.

Killing again and again, resisting again and again, just to stop becoming a slave.

However, the enemies are endless. Some of them have repeatedly exploded their potential, and some have even been promoted from the second-level to the third-level warrior. The methods that they had never used before were used were also used at this time. But even so, they still could not escape the capture and pursuit of those enemies.

Just when these slave professions thought they had gained freedom and fought for freedom, the wizards did not know when they appeared in the mountain palace where they were.

At this time, more than a hundred slaves sat scattered on the ground. Their muscles were sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed, and some people burst into a slight slight fighting spirit from time to time.

The roars, unwilling roars, and excited shouts were unconsciously released from the mouths of these slave professions.

At this time, these slave professions were all trapped in illusions because of the medicine. In the illusion, they used all their killing methods and skills to their fullest for freedom.

At this time, the wizard stood quietly among the slave guards holding a glass-colored crystal ball in both hands.

Whenever a slave guard realizes that he is caught or killed in the illusion space, their real bodies begin to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, the strong body turns into a rotten wood-like existence.

Milky white, liquid-like smoke emerged from their mouths and noses.

The wizard recited a spell. As his spells, the liquid smoke winded on the ground, like a poisonous snake, and penetrated into the crystal ball in the wizard's hand.

More and more slave warriors died, and in the end, only one slave warrior was left alive.

He breathed rapidly, without roaring or struggling, and only had the rapid movement of his muscles.

The wizard knew that the other party must be fighting for life and death in the illusion. At this time, he longed for what kind of gains the other party's soul would bring to him after it flowed out.

Yes, the wizards are collecting the souls of these fighters. After being stimulated by special drugs and stimulated by illusions, the souls of these people carry all their combat experiences into the crystal ball in the wizard's hands.

Of course, it is not very easy to stimulate these people's souls and combat experience to merge and emerge from their bodies.

On the one hand, they need to swallow the medicine in good condition, and on the other hand, they need to give them hope and then give them despair. Only in this way can their souls carry a lot of combat experience and flow out.

In the end, this slave profession was an apprentice knight. He persisted for more than three hours before he died. The three hours in reality were actually equivalent to three days spent in the illusion.

"If you don't die, I'm afraid you will become a famous professional. What a pity, you fell into my hands." The wizard shook his head, feeling a little regretful in his heart.
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