The poor guy, Kaqi Tuoni Tai, was utterly desperate.
He shouted himself hoarse for ages, but nobody paid him any attention. Eventually, the Witch Hunter guarding him got fed up, walked over, slapped him across the face, and stuffed a rag in his mouth.
The little player was stunned.
It didn't hurt much, but that big slap dealt serious psychological damage to the young man.
When had he ever taken a hit like that? His short fuse flared, and he struggled to go after the guy. But the Witch Hunter only sneered and nimbly dodged backward, perfectly evading Kaqi's headbutt.
The three other captured laborers, all bruised and battered, stared in disbelief.
Dude, you're really that brave?
We're on their turf, and it's four of us against thirty of them. Tsk, we're still at a bit of a disadvantage.
Brother Kaqi, how about we let it go? No need to stoop to the level of these savage Witch Hunters.
Kaqi Tuoni Tai was getting anxious, too.
He only had six hours of game time each day. How could he waste it playing bondage games with these Witch Hunters? He couldn't get anyone to listen to him; it was like calling out to heaven and earth in vain.
He wondered if he should just kill himself and respawn. Three days later, he'd be a new man anyway. Then he'd bring his invincible Brother Niu Niu and the rest of the guys back to bury these bastards!
While he was wrestling with the idea, he suddenly saw a gray-haired female Witch Hunter stride out of the village. She spoke a few words to the guard, then came over, grabbed his rope, and hauled him to his feet.
When Kaqi Tuoni Tai saw her draw a short knife and cut him free, he