The vast majority of human slaves are mindless zombies. If someone behaves differently, then the problem will definitely not be with most people.
Because they will declare their correctness and impose capital punishment on their "mistakes".
"Kill him! Kill him!"
The crowd shouted loudly, and they looked angrily at the man kneeling on the bloody high platform, as if the man had done something to them that was outrageous to both humans and gods.
But in fact, they didn't know each other. It was just because of the surrounding atmosphere that they acted sonorously and powerfully when they looked at the man on the high platform.
"Kill him!"
Listening to the constant sounds coming from around him, Fuan shook his head, feeling that the world was so chaotic, and the crowds of people around him turned into Demons hoarsely roaring in the darkness in his eyes.
Fuan shook his head, the world around him became clear, and he finally saw the faces around him clearly.
There was a strong wind above his head. He looked up and saw the sharp ax falling towards him. It seemed that he was about to die.
However, the sharp blade flashed across, and all the ropes that bound Fuan broke. The executioner dropped the axe, and the rough man pulled Fuan and ran outside. The human slaves in front of him were violently knocked away.
"What are you doing standing still? Run!"
Riding a mule, the two of them quickly passed through the busy market and rushed to a deserted place.
"Phew, finally ran out."
"Why are we running?"
Fuan asked, and the executioner sneered.
"You ate the tribute that belonged to Dragons's master. If you hadn't run away, you would be dead right now."
"I just ate my own food, I was so hungry."
Fuan said firmly that it was an animal like himself.
Then he looked at the executioner.
"Why did you save me?"
"Because I don't think you should die like this."
The executioner said with some regret, now he couldn't go back.
"Maybe my head was hit by a big horned bull. It's okay now. We have nowhere to go. We may die here tonight. Magic Creature among the Wilds can easily kill us."
As soon as the words fell, a ferocious beast rushed out from under the shade of the tree. Before the two of them could get on the mule, the mule ran away in panic.
"Run!"
"Run this way!"
Fu Anla led the executioner in the other direction, and they ran like headless flies until they calmed down and heard no sound behind them.
"That mule helped us attract Magical Beast, it's safe."
"Have you noticed how quiet it is around?"
"The Wilds Is it normal to be so quiet?"
The two of them were a little nervous and moved close to the stone wall. Finally, their eyes suddenly opened up. The moonlight above their heads fell from the cave and shone on a huge skeleton.
"This is—a dragon?"
The executioner shouted in shock. In front of them, there was a pair of gray skeletons of Dragons. They were here many years ago, but now everything looked dilapidated.
"This is the grave of one Dragon Monarch."
The executioner was a little scared, but Fuan beside him had already crawled towards the dragon's head.
"What are you doing?"
The executioner whispered nervously, his whole body shaking.
"There's food there, I'm so hungry."
The executioner looked into Fuan's eyes. Those blood-red eyes made him afraid, and he did not dare to stop Fuan from moving forward.
"Be careful, this is Dragon Monarch's grave. If it is discovered, we will be dead."
Fuan didn't hear this. He only felt hungry, just like he had eaten those sheep and cows before. However, the human slaves had no thoughts at that time, so they never thought about why a thin man could eat dozens of cows and sheep.
Fuan was not full. On the contrary, he was even hungrier. From the bones of Dragons in front of him, he vaguely heard the roars of Dragons. That was the call of Dragons, tempting him to get closer.
He got closer and saw an emerald green light slowly floating in the bone dragon head, swaying like a will-o'-the-wisp, causing Fuan's stomach acid to secrete continuously. He swallowed hungrily, and then rushed towards the light.
The sky was so close and the earth was so far away. The world seemed to be covered in heavy fog. Fuan felt like he was swimming in this heavy fog. The wet mist surrounded him. He tried to get close to the Sun in the sky, but in the end he fell to the ground due to exhaustion.
Seeing the earth getting closer and closer, the moment it was about to smash him into pieces when he fell, Fuan suddenly woke up with a jolt.
Zi La La~~
The rich fat sizzles, the blazing flames of the campfire roast the plump rabbit, and the dark surroundings all set off the fragrance of the rabbit meat.
"Here."
The executioner cut the rabbit in half and handed one half to Fuan.
Fuan was not very hungry, so he grabbed the stick and fell into deep thought.
"What's wrong with you?"
The executioner swallowed the rabbit meat and asked vaguely.
"I had a dream, a nightmare, and I almost turned into meat."
"That wasn't a dream."
The executioner's big, grease-covered hands slapped Fuan on the shoulder. You really almost turned into meat today. Those people said they would chop you into pieces and offer them to the great Dragons master, praying that its wrath would not fall on them.
Fuan did not refute, but lowered his head and tore open the burlap clothes on his chest, looking at his beating heart.
Well, he saw his heart. In the huge wound, on the surface of the beating heart, cyan flames were burning, shrouded in mysterious power, depicting a variety of lines that Fuan couldn't understand.
Human beings in this world do not understand what writing is, and the entire world does not accept any education without distinction.
The chest swelled and the muscles of the limbs also became contoured. The executioner did not notice anything strange about Fuan. When he turned his head, Fuan had already wrapped his clothes tightly.
"Is it cold? We were able to survive one night in the Wilds. If I go back now, I will sleep with any woman I want."
He was a little regretful. He couldn't sleep with a woman anymore, and he would definitely be arrested and beaten to death if he went back.
"We'll go back tomorrow."
Fuan stood up, and the executioner looked at him in shock, not because of what the other party said, but because he suddenly discovered that Fuan had become much taller.
"You, you, how did you become like this?"
Fuan clenched his fists, and a deafening dragon roar came from his body. The terrifying Dragon's Might covered dozens of meters of land around him, but Fuan seemed not to feel it. He only felt that his current state was terrible.
After helping the executioner who was lying on the ground, Fuan said:
"No one can kill us tomorrow."
Early the next morning, the two began their return journey. The executioner had no purpose or direction and could only follow behind Fuan.
In the evening, they saw their hometown, a small town.
However, they stood there blankly and did not move forward.
In the sky ahead, I saw a dark giant flying in Sky-rank. It fell from the Cloud Sea. There were clearly visible traces of water flowing on the wet Dragon Scale, and on its Below, the sea of fire spread in the town, with people wailing and fleeing, but the flames of Dragons blocked all the gaps. The collapsed houses killed each and every human who was panicking, and the suffocating smoke drowned every slave who tried to yell.
Next to Fuan, the executioner was trembling, looking ahead in disbelief, and then rushed towards the sea of fire.
After reacting, Fuan caught up with him. He was now very fast. He hugged the executioner tightly and dragged him back.
"Those who can't be saved, those who can't be saved, let's run."
Yesterday the executioner grabbed Fuan and ran all the way. Today Fuan put the executioner on his shoulders and ran away from Dragons without looking back.
In the distant sky, solitary smoke rose straight into the sky. The executioner looked in that direction aimlessly, as if he had never heard of the barbecue handed over by Fuan.
"Dragons destroyed our hometown, where should we go?"
After a long time, the executioner began to gnaw on the barbecue silently, and as he ate, he began to ask Fuan about his next plan.
"I don't know, but I heard from the herding father that the land in the south does not seem to be ruled by Dragon Monarch. Maybe we can go there."
"The one closest to us is Blue Butterfly City. Dad said it is the most beautiful place in Muspel. Every spring, countless blue butterflies hatch and fly all over the countryside."
"Dad also said that the town we are in is the southernmost land of Aesir, so if we go south, we should be able to reach Blue Butterfly City soon."
The executioner had no objection, because his past knowledge of the world was all limited to that town with less than a thousand people, and he knew nothing about the outside world.
"What are you going to do when you get there?"
Fuan asked, and the executioner shook his head.
"I don't know. I used to chop off the horns of cattle and sheep for Dragon Monarch. Those horns were too hard and the owner didn't like them very much."
"Blue Butterfly City Without Dragon Monarch, I might be useless."
"Then you follow me, I'm going to take revenge on Dragons."
"I want to kill it and avenge my hometown."
"It's not just your relatives who died in that flame. Don't forget that I have also lived there for many years. Dad has never told me his story until now. He said that he once followed the noble Dragon Chosen."
"He hasn't told me what he did before."
Fuan's eyes became firm, and the two of them fell into a deep sleep. The executioner felt very uncomfortable and exhausted, so he slept very hard, so he did not see Fuan running wildly in the dark night without any restriction of vision, rushing towards the charred ruins that had become wreckage.
Early the next morning, the executioner was surprised to see Fuan holding two swords in his hands. They seemed to be a set. The swords were not very long, and there was an ax next to it.
"These two swords, dad said he used them to scratch Dragon Monarch before, causing Dragons to shed blood."
The executioner didn't believe it. He was knowledgeable. He had seen Dragons walking on rugged stones. The hard and sharp stones turned into powder, and there were not even scratches on Dragons's Dragon Scale.
"Your axe."
Fuan handed the ax to the executioner, and the latter reacted.
"How did you find it?"
"I ran very fast. I went back to look for it last night."
Looking into the executioner's eyes, Fuan shook his head regretfully.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone alive."
The two of them picked up their bags and headed towards South. The land was not rugged. It could be said that they walked for a long time and all they saw was a hopeless plain.
"It is said that there are countless wheat grown in Blue Butterfly City, and it is golden all year round."
Fuan's words made the executioner's eyes reveal yearning. Just when he was about to ask, Fuan pulled him behind the slope.
The ground rumbled, and the two quietly raised their heads, only to see tall and mighty horses galloping in the direction they came from. On the backs of the horses, each one was armed to the teeth, with only the eyes revealing their vision through the gaps.
The speed of hundreds of cavalry was terrifying. They quickly rushed from a distant place to the front, and then galloped towards the south.
"Who are they?"
"Are they still human?"
Fuan and the executioner asked at the same time, but the executioner had seen those terrifying Dragonkin Warrior in front of Dragon Monarch, so he did not believe that any human being could do this, and therefore doubted the identity of this cavalry.
Fuan became a little excited.
"You see, we humans can also become powerful. In Blue Butterfly City without Dragon Monarch, it is really possible for us to kill Dragons."
On the other side, the cavalrymen who were marching in a hurry were also communicating.
"Sir Michael, there were two Natives there just now. Why don't we catch them and question them?"
At the front, Michael has angry eyes.
"Rhino Horn Mountain's mark will tell us the answer, and those two Natives are too weak, they can't imprison our knights."
Iron hoofs trampled on the ground, and soon the view ahead turned into a wheat-colored world, with countless wheat blowing in the wind. Even the well-informed Stag Legion cavalry were stunned at this moment.
"How much food is this?"
"Lord Ryan will go crazy with excitement, right?"
As a close guard of Lord Ryan, every Knight Retainer has deeply experienced Lord Ryan's desire for food, and seeks food at all costs.
"Cut off a part and store it."
Michael ordered that a knight dismounted, pulled out the wheat and soil, and hid it under his armor.
The cavalry were ready, and they had already seen the serfs in this vast wheat field, as well as the patrolling human army.
"Get them!"
The cavalry charged, running in the aisle in the middle of the wheat field, towards the soldiers. At first, some soldiers resisted, but the soldiers further away, after seeing the soldiers in front being instantly defeated, no longer had the courage to fight, and began to run towards the city built on the hillside behind them.
"Two of our soldiers disappeared from your place before. Don't tell me you don't know where they are now."
Michael The sword was placed across the shoulder of a soldier. The latter was trembling, his mouth open but speechless.
"Hmph!"
With a sword sweep, blood spurted out from his neck, and Michael looked at the remaining soldiers.
"Don't you know either?"
"I, I know, they were helped by Lord Sharon to stand on the stakes and beat them with whips."
Michael looked at the city in front. This city was so dilapidated. Its walls were not even complete. There were several huge gaps. There were scorched marks on the ruined walls, which were the achievements left by Dragons. Looking at the interior of the city named Blue Butterfly through the gaps, the streets inside were also dirty and messy. The muddy land was even more muddy due to the water stains that had melted away with the arrival of spring.
According to previous news, the city has a population of about 10,000 and there are no knights.
Knight Retainer, who belongs to Lord Ryan, would be caught by such a mud-legged person!
Michael had anger in his eyes, not only for these Natives, but also for the two scouts.
"Attack!!!"
The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light that burst out frightened the soldiers, and then the cavalry began to attack Blue Butterfly City.
This city has no gates, and the broken city walls cannot stop Northern Warhorse's iron hoofs. When the war horses trampled on the land in the city, the surrounding humans began to flee in all directions, and Michael quickly locked onto the clean area in the upper city.
During the charge, he saw the execution ground, which was used by the newly rising humans to oppress the human slaves below. The purpose of the execution ground was to let the slaves see clearly the consequences of resistance.
So it is located on the boundary between clean and muddy land, and more human soldiers gather here.
"Kill them!"
Michael has seen two tortured, inhuman Knight Retainer. They have the strength of Formal Knight, but after all, they are still mortals. As the number of enemies increases, they are no match.
According to the battlefield traces found from the marks left by the two men before, the two men should have fallen into a trap, causing the war horses to be killed, and the two men were captured in the deep pit with no way to escape.
Hundreds of knights and cavalry can completely charge a slave army of tens of thousands, not to mention that the human soldiers here are weaker than the enemies they have ever encountered.
It was a devastating war. The weapons in the hands of the cavalry easily tore off the clothes of the soldiers. The collision of the horses knocked away all the approaching soldiers. Three hundred enemies were defeated in less than a minute. Michael led the cavalry and continued to advance.
"Catch them all!"
His loud roar resounded across the square, and not long after, hundreds of humans who were dressed more brightly than others were captured and looked at this strange army in fear.
"Lord Sharon?"
"Are you a noble here?"
Michael looked coldly at an old guy with gray hair but neatly combed his hair. The latter was too scared to look at Michael.
"I, this is mine."
There is no definition of nobility in this world, but the social form of slaves has been formed. These people in front of them are undoubtedly the ruling class.
"Answer my question, when did Blue Butterfly City start not having Dragons?"
"One, a hundred years ago."
"My ancestors were servants who served Dragon Monarch."
"Two, among the remaining fourteen cities on the land of Muspel, which one owns Dragon Monarch?"
"No, no, not one, but every once in a while, Dragons will fall from the sky and destroy our city."
Lord Sharon answered with fear, and Michael also asked the last question.
"Did you order my soldiers to be captured?"
"Yes, no, it wasn't me. It was those damn guys who took it upon themselves to capture your soldiers."
"Kill."
Michael The long sword fell and killed the noble master directly. The knights behind him began to massacre the ruler Sharon Family indiscriminately.
Lord Ryan doesn't need so many nobles at his feet.