Chapter 1528

From that day on, Roga became a freak.

There was no more smile or anger on his face. The original vivid child, half of the whole person has died and turned into a walking corpse.

Seven days later, Roga's mother also died of hunger and thirst. Roga stared and dug out a huge pit in the thatched house. His hands were so bloody that he could almost see Bai Sensen's bones.

Then he left the slave camp at night. In fact, the slave camp still kept a close eye on the escape of slaves, but because Roga's grade was too young, even if he stayed in the slave camp, he could not play his combat effectiveness, so the slave camp turned a blind eye to it.

There was a huge forest near the battlefield. Roga entered the forest along a stream.

He experienced a lot in the forest. He climbed up the tree and competed with monkeys for wild fruits. When drinking water, he was almost bitten by piranhas in the water. When sleeping, you should keep your eyes and ears as close as possible to prevent being eaten by wild animals as food.

For a child nearly five years old, it was almost a hell of suffering, but Roga miraculously survived for half a month. In his heart, there is a persistent idea that he must find the supervisor one day and let him be tortured to death in hunger and cold like his father.

But half a month later, the child's tight nerves finally couldn't hold up. When he was still walking by the stream, he suddenly felt dark in front of his eyes and passed out in a coma.

When he woke up again, he found himself in an extraordinarily warm place.

It was a bed, a complete bed. Although it was not big or luxurious, it was a bed made of wood with white quilts, pillows and sheets.

Just when Roga thought he was dead, an old man came in and told Roga that he saved Roga in the woods.

Then the old man took out his food and gave it to Roga.

For this child, food is the greatest kindness in the world. As a result, Roga soon put down his almost instinctive vigilance against the old man.

After talking, the old man learned that Roga was a slave. But he did not despise Roga, even though the Luo surname was the most humble surname in the world, which was only used by the most inferior slaves.

And Roga also learned that the old man used to be a blacksmith and had the good skill of forging iron, and his daily food and clothing expenses were also exchanged from the army with iron tools.

After regaining some, Roga finally agreed to be the old man's apprentice and follow the old man to learn the craft of forging iron. This made the old man happy for several days and didn't sleep well. Although he had gone through many places when he was young, it was a pity that he had no children under his knees. Now Roga's arrival just filled the last regret in his heart.

Roga was also very clever and soon learned all the skills of the old man. Of course, he is only a child, so the craftsmanship of forging iron is not as exquisite as that of the old man, but it is enough to get into the army in exchange for food.

In a twinkling of an eye, a year passed. When the old man had enough to eat and wear, Roga grew much taller and reached the old man's chest at the age of six.

It snowed heavily this winter.

In the past year, the war on the front line never stopped, but because of the drought in the rear for a year, there were no crops. All of a sudden, the slaves in front suddenly became disordered and fled one after another. The officers in charge of the army and the army ran away with all their food.

It was a frosty winter morning. Yang Xuan was sleeping under the quilt, but vaguely heard a knock outside the door. The old man got up and opened the door. He saw groups of officers outside the door.

Seeing that all kinds of things in the old man's room were very complete, those officers asked the old man to contribute all these things, but the old man sternly refused.

The officers were so angry that they killed the old man on the spot. They hung his body on a long gun and put it at the door, allowing the wind and snow to blow him into ice sculptures.

Little Roga witnessed this scene in her bedroom. Therefore, in this year, the killing intention buried in his heart because of the old man's love for him reappeared.

During this year, Roga gradually appeared a strange energy in his body during continuous exercise, which could instantly increase his strength. Of course, little Roga did not know that this was spiritual power. As long as he had a little spiritual power, he could become a man in the army.

But what he knew was that with these spiritual powers, he had the capital to kill the supervisor.

The angry Roga was like a young tiger going down the mountain and rushed to an officer, but although the young tiger was young, its claws and teeth were also sharp.

Holding the gorgeous machete given to him by the man in Chinese clothes, Roga rushed into the crowd. After some killing, all the officers fell to the ground.

Roga stood on the officer's body and bowed to the old man hanging on the long gun at the door. But when he looked up, he clearly saw that the old man's face was not afraid at all, but with a smile.

Yang Xuan felt his body tremble again, because the old man's smile was the same as that of the man in Chinese clothes. It seemed that they were smiling at Yang Xuan, not at Roga.

After killing those officers, little Roga showed a deep desire for blood. Yang Xuan was shocked for a while, because he was familiar with this feeling. It was not a quirk, but the faint expectation from the bottom of his heart when the blood sacrifice was preparing to absorb other people's blood.

Of course, little Roga didn't know how to absorb the blood gas, so she drank all the blood in these officers. The smell of blood was fishy and salty, but Roga's strength became much stronger.

Yang Xuan couldn't help but be surprised. He thought Roga was the blood sacrifice he realized after his strength became stronger. Unexpectedly, he had such abnormal means when he was so young and his strength was so weak.

After drinking the officer's blood, Roga got a lot of food from the officer, which was put in a magic weapon called storage ring. Of course Yang Xuan knew this kind of ring. It was a lost magic weapon at that time.

Of course, the storage ring is not precious. Compared with the storage bags of later generations, the storage ring is almost completely exploded in all directions. However, hundreds of thousands of years ago, monks were still rare. This is a rare treasure.