Chapter 324

In the middle of the night, Desen woke up again from a nightmare and found that his face was covered with tears.

The rickety cabin was extremely crowded, and there was only a dim gas lamp above the head. It could be seen that more than 20 people were crammed into a narrow space of more than ten square meters.

The sultry, humid air was mixed with the disgusting smell of sweat, which penetrated into the nostrils in bursts.

If it were more than a month ago, Desen must have vomited, but now he has gradually gotten used to the taste.

He couldn't fall asleep anyway, so he grabbed the chain on his wrist and carefully sat up against the wooden wall of the cabin, so as not to make a sound that would wake others up.

Through the boards, the sound of waves came from outside the boat.

"This time, I don't know where I'm going to be sent..." Desen thought numbly.

The flickering light made his thoughts wander, recalling the nightmare just now, as if he had returned to the catastrophe he suffered more than a month ago, leaving his family ruined and reduced to a slave.

His hometown "Monolong" is a small town in the eastern part of the Principality of Kemer. His father runs a shop in the city. Although he can't provide a luxurious life like a nobleman, he can support the family and send himself and his younger sister to school. They live a prosperous life. , much happier than farmers outside the city.

If there is no accident, he will be able to take over the family shop after two years of experience with his father, and let his father who has worked hard all his life relax.

However, the arrival of the Vinars destroyed all this.

Monolong is more than 200 miles away from the border between the Principality of Kemel and the Kingdom of Vina, and there are military fortresses and troops stationed in front, but the people of Vina do not know how to bypass the defense, and suddenly appear in Monolong outside the city.

Desen still remembers that day very clearly. It took only half an hour for the Weina cavalry to defeat the city gate and the guards.

These villains who believed in the God of Storms rushed into the city, set fire and killed people everywhere, and a city with a history of hundreds of years was turned into ruins.

Desen will never forget the tragic scene at that time.

Both his father and mother died under the butcher knife of the Weina people. He and his younger sister hid in the cellar, but they still failed to escape the bad luck and were picked out by the Weina people. He tried to resist, but the Weina who captured him was a superhuman, his strength and speed crushed him, and he was subdued without even drawing his sword.

Then, he and his sister were put in shackles and escorted all the way across the border into the Kingdom of Weina. Finally, they were covered with black cloth bags at a port and sent to a slave ship.

When he took off the black cloth, it was already two days later, and he was dying of hunger.

I heard from the knowledgeable clansmen around me that the place I was in was Shenzhen-Hong Kong City.

The deep harbor city of the Orienser Empire!

Desen has always had a wish to take a trip to the Orienth Empire and see with his own eyes one of the most powerful empires in the world, the mortal kingdom created by the legendary great wizards who are comparable to gods. The nobles and rich men of the Kemer Principality, as long as they have money, will send their children to the empire for training. It is said that several princes and princesses of Grand Duke Lian Kemeier grew up in Northril, the capital of the empire.

He didn't have such conditions, but when he was in school, he spent several years learning Orion language, but he didn't have the chance to make it.

He never thought that he would come to the empire as a slave.

What's even more disappointing is that I can't see the appearance of Shenzhen-Hong Kong City at all.

After getting off the slave ship, he was sent to a prison-like slave market overnight. The tall stone walls and strict guards blocked his gaze from looking outside.

The tribe was separated and locked in a dark prison.

Desen tried to escape but never had a chance.

The only thing that made him feel lucky was that the slave owners here did not intentionally abuse them. There were two simple meals a day, and they couldn't eat enough, but they couldn't starve to death either.

It's been a rough month like this.

Until a few days ago, when he was chained out of the prison by those guards and displayed like cargo, he knew that it was time to decide his tragic fate again.

When he was scolded, he looked up and saw a man.

The appearance of this man is very young, only in his early twenties, he should be about the same age as himself, but when he saw him for the first time, he left an extremely deep impression.

Desen has never seen such a person before. He is tall and strong, wearing a simple light armor, and a big blood-red cloak on his back is very eye-catching, but it is not as shining as his appearance. Firm eyes, extraordinary temperament, like a hero who stepped out of an epic!

He stood in that luxurious hall, surrounded by everyone around him, even the slave trader who had seen him once, nodded and bowed with flattery on his face.

Desen couldn't describe his feeling at that time, and his mind was completely shocked.

That person scanned himself and his clansmen with scrutinizing eyes, his eyes were as calm as a lake, and stayed on his body for a moment, very short, I don't know if it was an illusion, he seemed to be completely seen through, without leaving the slightest secret.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a sentence: "Change another batch."

Then he was taken back to prison.

Desen thought that he was not selected, which should be something to be happy about, but he was inexplicably disappointed in his heart, and kept thinking about the appearance and demeanor of that person in his mind.

The clansmen in the prison were also whispering about the lord.

There are many speculations, but no one can tell his origin. The only consensus is that that person must be a very powerful transcendent, and he must be a nobleman of the empire.

On the second day after that day, Desen and all the clansmen were sent to the slave ship again.

This time the ship sailed farther at sea.

It has been four days, but the end point has not yet been reached. No one knows where they will be sent when they are bored in the cabin. Some tribesmen were not used to traveling by boat and fell ill because of it, but a pharmacist immediately treated them, as if they were afraid that something might happen to the slaves.

"Father, mother..." Desen murmured depressed.

He listened to the sound of the waves beating on the ship, and unknowingly, tears flowed down again, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Originally thought that this night was going to pass, suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded in the cabin.

Everyone was awakened.

bang bang bang!

The guard on the ship knocked on the cabin door loudly, and shouted: "Everyone is up and ready to disembark immediately. Anyone who dares to delay the time, be careful to eat the whip!"

Desen quickly stood up and woke up a few clansmen who were still in a daze.

After a while, the hull shook slightly and stopped.

The vicious guards entered the cabin, chained the slaves one by one, waved their whips, and drove them out to the deck.

It was still late at night outside, and the sea breeze felt a little cool on my body.

"It's already late autumn."

Desen greedily took a breath of fresh air, tightened the linen singlet on his body, looked outside, and suddenly found that the slave ship was parked in a huge port.

He had never seen such a large port before. In the darkness, the end could not be seen at a glance. There were hundreds of ships docked in the berths. The docks were brightly lit, and there were many workers working hard. A prosperous neighborhood has been built in the docks, and there are noises from the taverns and hotels, and the people inside are playing around all night.

Looking up into the distance, there are faintly tall buildings piercing the sky, with lights shining like stars in the sky.

Desen noticed an unusually dark cloud in the higher sky.

Because the sky was too dark to see clearly, but there was light shining in the clouds, barely illuminating some vague outlines, as if hiding huge things.

"Where is this?" Desen mumbled to himself.

Not only him, but all the slaves were looking around curiously, and involuntarily slowed down.

Snapped……

The guards twitched their whips, whistled in the air, and shouted: "What are you looking at, why don't you go!"

The slaves shrank their necks and got off the ship one by one in fear.

When they arrived at the pier, they discovered that there were more than a dozen huge cars parked here. The bodies were heavy and long, and they were bigger than any car in the Principality of Kemel. There were rows of seats in the car, which could seat three After forty people, dozens more can be squeezed in.

Someone recognized it and whispered: "This is a bus, and it is only available in the big cities of the empire."

Desen opened his eyes wide. He had longed for the Empire for a long time, of course he knew what a bus was, and he finally saw it today.

The slaves were driven up, filling the entire cart to the brim.

Desen was lucky and got a seat by the window. The hard iron chair was not comfortable to sit on, but it was better than standing in the aisle.

Batch after batch of slaves disembarked from the ship and got into the car.

After a while, every car was packed, and amidst the roar of steam, the car moved slowly, crossed the wide road on the pier, and drove out of the port.

Desen found that the guards who had transported him to the port were gone, replaced by a group of mercenaries and centaurs.

Every mercenary is an extraordinary person, wearing armor and holding a weapon. They ride on the back of a centaur and run on both sides of the car team.

The bus galloped in the dark, the road was flat, with only a slight sense of bumps.

Desen looked curiously at the world outside the window.

He was already sure that this was still an empire, but he didn't know which city it was. He had a few guesses in his mind but couldn't make an accurate judgment.

Suddenly, the bus turned into a wider road, and as the bus moved forward, a large tall building appeared on the right side ahead. Even at night, from several miles away, you can see that it is a brightly lit world, like a city that never sleeps!

Especially the three towering buildings, whose roofs can't be seen when you look up, like three huge pillars standing under the night.

This attracted the eyes of all the slaves, who let out a sound of exclamation.

"I see, this is Modu!" A slave suddenly shouted: "My uncle has been to Modu before, and he told me that these three buildings were built in imitation of the wizard's tower, and they all belonged to a Gera Earl Morgan's estate."

"So it's Modu..." Desen was stunned.

He calculated from the sailing time of the slave ship, silently counted the coastal cities of the empire, and guessed that he was either in Modu or a few big cities nearby.

The car kept going.

Finally, an hour later, the bus drove into a huge manor, to be precise, it should be a large farm, because the autumn harvest had just passed, and most of the fields were empty. Not far from the manor villa, there are several large warehouses, and the car stops in the open space in front of the warehouse.

"Everyone come down!"

Someone shouted outside, although the tone was not as vicious as the slave guards, and there was no warning whip, but the slaves still did not dare to delay and got off the car in an orderly group.

After all the slaves got down, the bus started to leave immediately.

There are already people waiting in front of the warehouse. They all seem to be Kong Wu's powerful transcendents. They divided more than a thousand slaves into five teams, each with more than 200 people, and allocated them to five large warehouses like factory buildings. .

Entering the warehouse, Desen found that it had been transformed into a dormitory, divided into dozens of rooms with wooden boards. There is a row of wide beds in each room, which can sleep seven or eight people side by side without being crowded. The beds are prepared with quilts and clothes, and there are washrooms and toilets in an area of ​​the warehouse.

Although these conditions are still very simple, they are many times better than prisons and cabins.

Each slave was assigned a bed and quilt clothes.

The mercenaries loosened the shackles and chains of the slaves, seemingly unafraid of their escape.

Suddenly freed, Desen's first thought was to find a chance to escape, but he saw the mercenaries guarding the warehouse door, and he couldn't beat any of them. Even if dozens of people, or even all the clansmen in the warehouse, were encouraged to do it together, it would be a dead end.

The gap between ordinary people and extraordinary people is too great!

Desen lined up honestly, and after a simple wash, he felt much more comfortable physically and mentally. He lay on the bed, smelling the cotton cloth on the quilt, his mind finally relaxed, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

This time, he didn't have any more nightmares.