The Godsfall Chronicles

Finally, it got dark and the mines lit several lanterns and guards sat by the campfire baking alcohol. This cold, ghostly weather made them lazy to patrol, precisely because of the slack, which gave a group of slaves a chance.

This is a rubble camp in the wilderness, where more than a hundred slaves work every day in deep, bottomless mines, without any security measures to protect them, almost every week people die, tired, sick, starving, black-hearted bosses are never willing to pay even one extra piece of dry food for them, or even cut their dead companions directly into cheap rations.

Most of the miners who survived in this environment, most of whom ate their companions' flesh and blood, were blended into their blood long ago, yet death erupted in invisibility.

Slaves prepare for a month, officially implemented tonight.

They decided to stake their lives on a future.

The white-haired old slave looked back at the young man named Little Grass, who did not actually look like Little Grass at all. His physique was the strongest of all slaves. Although he had been in this camp for two years, he refused to eat his dead companion. Such slaves either did not, but eventually died and became the rations of others. The strong young man named Little Grass, because of his strength, he was able to top ten, so the owner weighed him down, distributed a little more rations, and barely survived.

“Everybody be ready.” The old slave lowered his voice and said, "Grass, we wrap around the guard, you rush into the house, get rid of the fat pig, get his gun, shoot the man in the arrow tower, we have hope. ”

Little grass's young and thick face revealed cowardice, but it occurred to him that those who were still waiting for him to return, his heart was suddenly poured into some strength and he nodded.

“Guys, let's see if we can make it! ”

“Go!”

The masses of slaves stopped crawling and all climbed up from the ground, crossing the high fence. The guards, who were being wrapped lazily in the warmth of the bonfire, were shocked to hear the noise and stood up from the ground with their weapons. Hundreds of slaves rushed in like ants, most of them handcuffed, but they pounced on these guards like lunatics. In an instant, several people were knocked over, and the slaves lifted stones and hugged them, and they heard nothing but terrible screams coming from inside.

The tower of arrows found something unusual, hastily pulling the bow to kill it, and the slaves began to suffer casualties.

As the little grass rushed, it felt the tip of the feathers flying from the side, people kept falling around, the best stones involved, the little fleas that had taken care of him, once they fell, they could no longer climb.

This makes the weed feel wrapped in fear.

The owner lived in a small building just in front of him, but he didn't seem to have the courage.

Boo!

Another arrow fired.

At this time, a grey-haired, skinny, slamming him hard, the old slave fell on the ground in the middle of his chest, and he waited tightly for the weed: “Don't stop, don't hesitate, live! ”

Little grass red eyes burst out of his strong body, climbed up from the ground and shouted in defiance of everything, only to see him in the position he had just stood, quickly inserted several feather arrows, the old man who had fallen on the ground had made several more arrows, he could only reach out one hand, in the direction of the young man's escape.

Little grass had imagined countless times what the owner's place was like. When he broke down the door and really saw it, he couldn't help but faint. A can of clean water was neatly piled up, and the walls were hung with smoked meat and sun-dried cereal grain. Five or six women who had normally only occasionally seen a glance were being stripped naked, like five skinny white sheep, wrapped or curled around the corner of the wall.

Master naked his ass, he was interrupted in a busy time, now wearing half his pants with one hand, the crotch was still fighting, but as soon as he saw this magnificent slave break in, he went down, his ugly face filled with anger and madness: "What? You're dead! ”

A fight.

Little Grass didn't think that the master looked fat and dull, but he was actually very powerful. At the cost of breaking two ribs, he eventually took advantage to break the master's neck, Little Grass found the master's gun and shot the archer on the spire. This battle was a slave victory.

Under the night.

Living guards were tied up with five flowers, each slave had to go up and cut a piece of flesh to swallow, and naked women screamed, dragged their hair out of the house by dirty slaves, and a group of people surrounded by only people screaming wildly and women screaming, slaves pounding on each other, like hungry wolves.

Little Grass just stood by and watched, because he remembered a woman who was the first woman in his life and the woman he had decided to protect for the rest of his life, the second year after being with a woman, when Little Grass was caught by slave traders when he went out and cracked.

Two years.

Think about her all the time.

I tried to live because I wanted to see her. It was precisely because he wanted to see her that the potential erupted, allowing him to discover the gift of his evolutionary physique over the past two years. It is precisely because her mind is full of her, when she has just fought her master to death, when he falls to the line of life and death, he can win the defeat, now this idea is even stronger.

And because of her.

Little grass, unlike other slaves, never touches these slaves, carrying only a little dry food and water.

He had no recollection of the camp where he had lived before, but could only listen and move on with his memory. He had encountered people in the wilderness, he had encountered murderous carnivores in the wilderness, and he had suffered natural disasters such as sandstorms. In one brush, the younger body is not losing weight, but getting stronger.

Difficulties do not quench the fighting spirit.

Thinking is getting stronger.

He believed that he would find his former home and that he would find her.

But the wilderness can't stop thinking, when the little grass is fortunate enough to finally return to the familiar place, four years after his departure, this place is long gone.

After all, four years was too luxurious for the wildlings, and he didn't find the woman with the dreams around him. Because the grass was captured less than two months later, the woman voluntarily threw herself into the arms of a man, only when she was tired of being thrown into a brothel and died sick inside, and now she doesn't even know where the body is buried.

The blow almost drove him crazy. He seemed to rush towards the brothel, killing the prostitute of the client. After the brothel had been cleansed of blood, he found the man and was ready to kill the man who had killed her.

One move.

Just one move.

Little grass failed, blind one, and was thrown into the battlefield.

…………

Life in the battlefield is bloody, it's far more brutal than black ore, killing people or mutant beasts every day in exchange for a bloody performance in the audience.

There is no future for a battlefield than a black mine. At least there is a plan for resistance to escape in the pit. He is so weak and tiny in the battlefield that it is almost impossible to escape from the sight of these people, let alone resist. And that damn man, who comes every day to admire, his bathing blood, his struggles, his scales, they all become his way of having fun.

He doesn't want to.

So he tried to live.

I just want revenge one day.

The vast majority of people could not survive six months in the arena, but this young man persisted for a whole year, when the grass had a more vivid nickname: One-Eyed.

Regardless of the stronger Arena fighter, one day after all, Cyclops could not escape this fate, he still fell on the Arena, seriously wounded and dying. The owner of the arena has earned enough from him, this useless piece of crap, throwing it outside and letting him die for himself.

“Do you want to live? ”

One-eyed like a bereavement dog, he dumped in a pile of garbage, and the butcher had begun sharpening Knife Jojo when a man in a gown appeared in front of him. Only one eye opened and looked up at him. This man had dark skin, strong English martial arts, and his clothes were very fine. This was not common in the wilderness, and he later learned that it was material in the divine domain.

This dark-skinned English martial arts man, his name is Black Shah.

“The wilderness is cruel, only hard enough can live, and if you want to live better than others, you have to live worse than others. ”

After the one-eyed recovery, he became a Black Shah's subordinate. At this time, some twenty people like him had gathered around Black Shah. After all these years of grinding his one-eyed eyes, his hands had been quite good, and Black Shah, as the realm rebel, was a first-class strong man in the wilderness.

The wilderness never makes sense.

As long as you're strong enough, you can enslave hundreds of slaves to work for you.

As long as you're strong enough, you can kill your own master and live in destiny again.

As long as you're strong enough, you can plunder other women and ravage them.

One-eyed favorite color is blood, so wearing a blood-red eye mask, tattooed with an exaggerated totem dominated by red, even dyed the hair into an exaggerated red color, and since then, he has been reborn as a bandit on the edge. Few years of killing, looting, rape, ill-treatment did anything he dared not do. He did not know whether depravity made people happy or whether pursuing a happy outcome was depravity. The feeling of losing the shackles of this desire was addictive. He finally understood the mood of the previous master, finally understood how fun it was to take away the pleasure of his own woman, and more clearly understood how amusing it was to appreciate the suffering of others as a performance.

The heavens and the earth are not benign, this is the wilderness, do not think that destiny fails you, because destiny never despises to look at you more, put away that pathetic look, your suffering is worthless to the world, but can be a pleasure to others.