Chapter 978: Battle for the Tower (XII)

Chapter 980 Battle for the Tower (XII)

When we returned to the dormitory at night, before Batman opened his mouth, Hexagon began to chatter, his tone carrying an unprecedented excitement.

"Did you see that? That big guy got whipped! I'd say that was a tough job. He must have been taken to the mines in the east to carry lava rocks. That's not a good job. It's exhausting, and he has to face the most brutal supervisors. Anyone who doesn't work hard will be taken there!"

Hexagon was panting heavily, and his voice became a little rougher. He said, "I can't believe it. When I said those words, my feet were shaking. I didn't dare to look at the supervisor's eyes. My God, how could you humans come up with such a sinister plan?!"

"I was really... You expected that those dwarf demons would definitely speak for me, because they were also fed up with that stupid big guy, and Ao Fei hated him more than I did, because he had killed two of his children when he smashed the ore before. Although Ao Fei had more than 20 children, those two children were the strongest and the most lovable..."

Rokuko mumbled a lot about their past, talking about how Ao Fei gave birth, how the two children grew up, and how they were smashed to death. These sounded like family gossips, all of which were recorded by Batman and became one of the intelligence.

"You seem very happy?" Batman asked.

"I... I am a little... but I don't know what's going on. I felt very excited all afternoon today. I even worked harder than usual. I was so happy that I finally didn't have to put up with that idiot!"

Then, Liujiao gnashed his teeth again and said, "Those damn lava demons should all roll into the lava. They always bully us by relying on their strong bodies. If it weren't for the fact that this time the noise was too big and there were too many people speaking up for me, the supervisor would definitely punish me!"

But then he sighed and said, "However, this trick I can only use it this time. Besides, the ore is needed urgently recently. I heard that there will be a war on the front line. Everyone is busy catching up with the progress. I am almost exhausted..."

"Who is the supervisor who came today?" Batman asked. Liujiao thought for a while and said, "I heard them say that he is the head of the big mine. Aren't there seven mines here? Each mine has a head, and the whole mine has a general head, that is, General Fuxin. Above him... I don't know who is above him."

"Does he often whip people with a whip?" Batman asked again.

"Of course, all miners who are not good at work will be whipped. Big Head's whip is particularly powerful. Lava Demon almost fell apart after being hit. If it were me, I would probably die directly." Liujiao's tone became a little trembling. He said, "I once saw with my own eyes that Big Head used that whip to whip Aofei's grandfather to death..."

"Why?" Batman asked.

"Because of the blaze powder, oh, that's the thing you see the supervisor holding in his hand. This thing can refresh the mind and make people relax. Although I haven't smoked it, I heard it's a good thing."

"When the supervisor was smoking the blaze powder, a little bit was spilled on the ground. Ao Fei's grandfather picked it up and took a puff. As a result, he was discovered and then beaten to death."

Roku's tone was a little fearful, and Batman said: "Just because of this little thing?"

"It's a little thing, it's not a little thing. Only the supervisor can smoke blaze powder. Oh, some old miners can also, or people who are more popular with the supervisor, also have the opportunity to draw it. It's a symbol of status."

"And those dwarf demons, what are they? If they smoke blaze powder, it will make everyone lose face, and anyway, they have many children, killing one or two is nothing."

"Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by them?" Batman was silent for a while, then asked.

"Of course I'm afraid, who isn't afraid of death?" Liu Jiao's tone was a little timid, and he said, "But I don't cause trouble, and I do my job well, so I won't die so easily."

Batman was silent again. Liu Jiao's tone, demeanor and behavior reminded him of a person. Although they were completely different, they had many similarities. That was the little girl who died of hypothermia in Wayne Manor.

Once, Batman couldn't understand their ignorance, as if they lived one day at a time, never thinking about the future, never taking the possible crises seriously, unwilling to make any changes for these crises, and unwilling to save themselves.

But later, when Batman walked alone on the streets of the slums, he understood where this ignorance came from.

They are not afraid, but they use another way to escape the reality that fear is useless and cannot be resisted, that is, muddle through.

Sitting in the dark and narrow room, Batman seemed to hear the sound of rain in Gotham. He thought that Gotham might be lacking a thunderbolt to wake up the world's ignorance and make them think that after people are forced into a desperate situation, there is another possibility besides dying silently.

Will he be this thunderbolt? Batman asked himself in his heart, but soon, he got a negative answer.

Because he knew that the trauma in his heart brought him vigilance, defense and suspicion, which made him a loner in the rainy night, and he could not raise the flag and ignite the flame.

Batman once wondered whether the Godfather and Schiller were waiting for him, but now he found that the Godfather, Schiller and he might not be the seedling that Gotham was waiting for.

They were not the thunder that fell in the rainy night, and the people who raised the flag in the waves. Perhaps, their lives were just loosening the soil of sin so that the roots of the seeds could grow deeper.

In the end, who would fall down in the early spring? Who would break out of the ground when the rainy night was born?

When thinking about this question, Batman found that he didn't care. After facing the darkness of Gotham's reality, he no longer had so many unnecessary fantasies. Purifying such a piece of soil was enough for him to spend his whole life.

In such thoughts, Batman slowly fell asleep, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, he found that the six corners next door were not asleep, and their breathing was still a little heavy, as if they couldn't fall asleep because of a mess of thoughts.

Batman didn't stay too long, tonight was the gathering time, he followed the previous road to the halfway point of the mountain, and Schiller and Alfred were already waiting there.

The three of them waited there for a few minutes, and Merkel finally came late. He looked a little limping, and Schiller looked at him and asked: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

"Yes, I sprained it, but it's okay." Merkel panted, and then he took out a whip from his coat.

Putting the whip on the table, Batman found that the handle of the whip was emitting a faint green light. Obviously, this was the kind of whip he saw in the hands of the supervisor during the day.

"How did you get it?" Batman asked.

Merkel frowned in pain and said, "Of course I stole it."

Then, he said as if he was a little confused, "I was originally a field agent, specializing in activities behind enemy lines. I have long said that I don't lurk, I don't lurk... No one listens to me..."

Alfred raised his eyebrows and said, "What group are you in? The fifth group? I wanted to ask before, why did the fifth group start lurking activities? Aren't you specialized in assassination and sabotage?"

Merkel shook his head and said, "It's my bad luck. There were too many elite agents in our class. If my physical fitness test results were put in previous classes, I would be ranked I was ranked first and second, but I only ranked third from the bottom that year. I didn't get to take on important tasks, so I had to go undercover. "

Schiller showed a strange expression. It turned out that his butler was a field agent who specialized in physical work, not a professional spy. He jokingly said, "According to this standard, you are still quite professional. I mean, when you break things."

Merkel covered her eyes hard, and Alfred also shook his head, but Batman seemed a little depressed, like the kind of student who completed the homework on time, but found that his deskmate not only completed the homework in excess, but also practiced extra by himself.

Originally, Batman was not a person who rushed hard. Before executing the plan, he liked to make full preparations and investigate all the information clearly, but now it seems that he has to do both.

Batman narrowed his eyes and looked at Merkel. His psychological activity at this time, if put in a more popular way, was, someone actually dared to roll me? You'll be done if I roll you to death.

Sure enough, in the subsequent information exchange, Merkel did not get much information. In the past two days, he used the skills of a field agent to keep an eye on the supervisor's work and rest time, find out all the infiltration routes, and steal his whip when he was not prepared.

Batman told all the racial, interethnic, and interpersonal information he knew about the deep mine. The information he collected was very detailed and consistent with the information Schiller and Alfred got from the supervisor.

The main consistent part is that everyone in the mine is very anxious now, especially the supervisor.

Because the war on the front line is tense, Belial seems to want to do something unprecedentedly. Before the troops move, the food and grass must go first. They need enough ore to smelt and forge, so the top is very urgent.

The big overseers don't produce anything. If they want to relieve this pressure, they can only pass it on to the people below, and the small overseers can only keep urging the slave miners below. In the past few days, several conflicts have broken out, and several slaves have been beaten to death.

"They are killing chickens to scare monkeys, hoping to use violence to make all slaves work harder. As the target date approaches, the pressure they face will gradually make them lose their minds, and their methods will become more and more brutal, and there may be large-scale bloodshed." Schiller said.

"You mean, massacre?" Alfred thought for a while, then questioned: "But they should also know that if too many people are killed, no one will work."

Schiller shook his head and said: "They all point to those big bugs and think that slave miners are just consumables. Even if in reality, the people they capture are not as good as the people they kill, as long as they have the idea that 'slaves are endless, it doesn't matter if they kill a few', they will not hesitate to kill them."

"Hurry up and start the formal action." Schiller stood up and said, "I will assign the tasks."

"There are many races in the mine, but our main target is the lower-level races. The demon supervisors cannot recognize their power because they are stupid and short-sighted, but we all understand how powerful those most inconspicuous races will be after they unite."

"Next, one person will be responsible for connecting one race, first connecting the dots into a line, and then using the line to lead the surface. Before large-scale bloodshed breaks out, try to plant the seeds of resistance for them first."

"Batman, you already know a shadow monster and have a good relationship with him, so you will contact the shadow monster."

"The dwarf demon race is very important, let Alfred go."

"Merkel is not very good at preaching and persuading, so he will be responsible for the sludge demon with the lowest IQ. Remember, complain first, then imagine, don't talk about big principles, just talk about things around you, the situation is serious, and the future is promising."

"What do you do?" Batman asked.

Schiller smiled, but his eyes were not smiling, looking cold and arrogant. He looked into Batman's eyes and said:

"Me? I'll go back to my old job."

Coughing to death

The new crown is really awesome

But everything that doesn't kill me will make me stronger

(referring to retraining my keyboard typing skills)