Rome Must Perish

This immediately gave Maximus immense confidence, and he said loudly, "As long as we defeat the Roman army a few times and demonstrate our capabilities, the poor people of Rome, who hate the Roman Senate, will surely join us. With their help, we can leave Italy and return home!"

"Wishful thinking—" Cross snorted, but Spartacus immediately said to him, "Cross, go and tell the brothers to release those priestesses and not to harm them anymore!"

"Spartacus, this kid is a traitor, and you believe him?!" Cross pointed at Maximus and questioned.

"No matter if it's true or not, if there's even a glimmer of hope to strengthen our forces and resist the Romans, we must try!" Spartacus said powerfully, "Besides, I don't want everyone here to see us as vicious enemies, just like how we viewed the Romans who burned, killed, and looted in our homeland back then."

Cross was slightly moved, but he still refused, "I'm not going. The brothers are having fun, and I can't stop them."

Spartacus did not insist. He turned and said to others, "Antonix, Enomai, you two go and tell the brothers that we will raid those Roman estates to the south tomorrow, there will be plenty of beautiful women for them to enjoy, there's no need to trouble a few poor priestesses..."

"Okay, Spartacus." The two of them pushed the door open and left.

Maximus also wanted to follow, but Spartacus called out to him, "I remember you told me before that there's a mountain called Vesuvius south of Capua, and around it are many large estates, each with many slaves. A few years ago, there was unrest there, is that right?"

Hearing this, Maximus's heart stirred. The original owner indeed had memories of this. He responded decisively, "That's right. Is that where you plan to take us, Spartacus?"