I am a pig in the beastly world, rough men are competing to be beastly husbands

Chapter 87 Courage Destruction

"Do you think that if you stay here and are willing to be imprisoned by the giant bear, you can save your people? No!"

He Fuxi told the cruelest truth in a gentle voice.

"You know, because you are a hostage, your tribe has been held hostage by the giant bear and has been asked to go out to fight for the giant bear. Every drop of blood you shed here will eventually become a knife that the giant bear will hold on the neck of your people."

She took a step forward and mercilessly grabbed the deer man's lowered eyes:

"As early as a hundred years ago, all your people died in the battle!"

The deer man's bony shoulders began to shake violently.

A skinny face suddenly raised up:

"You...what did you say..."

"Moose chief!" He Fuxi said sternly, "If you stay here and indulge in being abused, the moose tribe will be exterminated!"

A huge sadness, despair, grief, and hatred suddenly appeared on the deer man's face...

"I know that with your talents, you have a chance to escape from the Soul Prison. You devote yourself to this place for the sake of the tribe's endurance," He Fuxi continued.

"But you have to understand." She said sternly: "After a thousand years, only one in ten of the tribes imprisoned here survives! Whether it is you or other clan leaders who have suffered here, think carefully, is the tribe you risked your life to protect really still there!"

Every word and sentence was like an oracle from the dome, giving the deer man an epiphany.

"We were deceived..."

"Hey, little bear, it's time to come back!" The voice of the antelope came from afar.

He Fuxi was gone for too long, and the third warden began to look at her with suspicion, so Lingling had to call her back.

He Fuxi picked up the tumbleweed and stuffed a package into the deer man's hand.

"You must know how to leave here better than I do. This is a packet of poison, I hope it can help you. I only have one request, I hope we can cooperate."

She quickly synchronized the Hades Time plan with him.

Then, like a naive child, he ran back to get the lunch box.

The two said goodbye and prepared to leave the third floor.

Lingling's heart was still pounding.

Just now, the third warden's suspicious look was already very obvious, and he was almost about to stand up and look for someone.

When the lady came back, she did nothing and just left.

It seems like I came here just to chase a ball.

So what about their plan?

"Madam." He couldn't help but ask, "What about the third floor? You talked to the deer man who was eaten to pieces for a long time, but you can't expect a crippled man to kill the jailer, right?"

"Just depend on him." He Fuxi said.

"Don't the jailers need to have a midnight snack tonight? I gave the Deer Tribe leader a packet of poison, and he ate it himself. This will poison the jailers who ate his flesh tonight."

Lingling: ...

This way of killing is really unheard of.

"But if that happens, won't he die too?" Ling Ling asked.

He Fuxi shook his finger:

"Then you don't know enough about deer. Deer are a kind of magical beasts. Not only can they regenerate their limbs, but they also have super blood. Their blood can detoxify. They are not afraid of my little medicine at all."

Lingling humbly accepted the advice and was once again impressed by her profound knowledge.

The two came to the fourth floor.

He Fuxi learned the lesson from the third level and sprayed perfume on himself and Ling Ling in advance.

It smells so good that it makes the bears' nasal cavities swell.

It's a pity for Lingling, as it looks like it's about to suffer from allergic rhinitis.

The food delivery team arrived at the front door.

As I got closer, I felt that the fourth floor was completely different from the previous ones.

The number of guards outside the door increased to eight, and they were all high-level warriors. Their intimidation alone was enough to make people afraid to approach.

After all, the people imprisoned here are fighters with combat capabilities.

However, surprisingly, after He Fuxi entered this floor, he found it dead and lifeless.

They are all strong, so why do they feel less energetic than the first three levels?

He Fuxi and Ling Ling observed while carrying buckets.

Two jailers passed by them.

"Oh, it's so annoying! The higher-ups are urging us again, saying that we have too few fighters who can pay the monthly installments!" said one of the tall ones.

Another short one curled his lips:

"Most of the fighters have died, so of course there are fewer. They only know how to talk, but why don't they conquer the Bashe and Long-arm tribes and bring in more new people?"

Speaking of this, the tall jailer is talented:

"It would be great if we could have captives from those two tribes as fighters. Do you know what the higher-ups are saying about us now? On the one hand, they want us to do our best to provide fighters for show, but on the other hand, they complain that the quality of the fighters we provide is too poor and not showy enough!"

He was so angry that his neck became thick:

"Damn it, let our fighters fight against the fifth-tier warriors. They are all famous warriors. They can tear us minions apart with one hand. Isn't it entertaining enough? We are just trash, serving as snacks for the lower tiers. What else can we ask for?"

The short man agreed:

"Well, now we are in a dilemma. I think our floor will be empty and we won't be able to hold on for long. We don't need so many guards and jailers. No one wants to work. In two years, we may be the only ones left."

The two bears rustled again and walked further away.

He Fuxi followed along the way and understood:

On the one hand, the Colosseum had a huge demand for spectator fighters, and after so much killing, they were almost all gone.

On the other hand, although the fighters in the fourth level are also brave, they are at the bottom of the fighter contempt chain.

Even if they are the bravest warriors in their own tribe, when they come here, they are just snacks and are cut in half in the first moment they enter the field.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the warriors who think highly of themselves.

They gradually began to suspect that they might really be useless.

So they would stay in prison cells all day long, or be thrown into the Colosseum like zombies.

The warrior's most precious quality, courage, was destroyed.

Therefore, although the fourth floor is full of high-level warriors, they are quite relaxed and lazy.

Some of them did not even stand at their posts, but sat comfortably on stone benches, allowing the prisoners to massage their backs, massage their feet and comb their hair.

So unhappy.

"This fourth floor is a comfortable place." Ling Ling found it incredible.

He Fuxi did not comment.

The most dangerous place is the safest.

What is the safest place?

She showed the typical smile of a chef's little sister and shouted to a prison guard who was enjoying a health treatment:

"My lord, the meal is here."

The jailer became excited when he saw that dinner was about to start.

After all, the prisoners have little work to do, so they just slack off and play around every day and are very bored.

Eating has become one of the only pleasures.

The second pleasure is to humiliate the warriors kneeling at his feet.

"go."