A guard kicked the coolie next to Shibron hard. Strangely, the coolie didn't react at all. The guard glanced at it and shouted casually: "Another one died. Two people come and carry this dead guy."
Get out and throw it away!”
Two more guards came in and dragged the coolie who was sleeping next to Shibron up. Only then did Shibron notice that the coolie's body was already stiff.
This coolie was once nice to Shibron, and at least he didn't beat him up, which was considered a very friendly gesture. Seeing that this guy who was kind to him died overnight, Shibron didn't feel sad or sad at all.
I was secretly happy for this guy who died: it was good to die, especially to die in his sleep, which was really a rare good luck. In this coolie camp where life was worse than death, only death was the real relief.
When Shibron moved a little slower, the guard's leather boots kicked him hard on the stomach, and a savage yelling followed: "Get up quickly, damn..."
Shibron shrunk like a shrimp and stood up unsteadily while holding on to the wall.
"Line up and go out to work..."
Beaten with wooden sticks and leather whips, the shackled coolies walked out of the dark prison.
In the past, people were always released to work in the mines when the sky was bright. Today, it was obviously much earlier.
He raised his head, looked at the dark sky, and then looked in the direction of the temple. There was still a fire there, mixed with colorful magic lights.
Shibron didn't even bother to think about what happened there, because he knew that he would never see the sun today: all the coolies would be executed.
The guards in the coolie camp had already left their original posts and all gathered together, driving the coolies in the dark cells into the mines. In the past, when working in the mines, they would always
The shackles on the coolies were removed, otherwise they would not be able to work. But it was strange today. The guards seemed to have forgotten that the coolies were still wearing shackles and shackles, and whipped them viciously with whips to tell them to hurry in.
In the mine.
After all, Shibron was once a nobleman, and he knew exactly what this meant: this was a precursor to the Holocaust!
Although he knew clearly that the bloody massacre was about to begin, Shibron had no idea of resisting because he knew that any resistance would be futile.
I couldn't help but touch the shackles on my hands. Since the first day I entered the coolie camp, in addition to working, I have always carried this thing with me whether eating or sleeping. The newly made shackles have not been polished at all.
However, there are still many burrs left on it. These burrs rubbed Shibron's ankles and wrists until they were red, swollen, inflamed, and then ulcerated. Even the smallest movement would cause excruciating pain!
The extreme malnutrition and the shackles that locked his body made it difficult for Shibron to even maintain a standing posture. Even if the other coolies were slightly better than him, they were far from being able to fight, and it was impossible to defeat him in full armor.
Armed guards.
After experiencing countless hardships, suffering all kinds of torture, and falling from nobles and sons of gods to where he is now, Shibron is heartbroken.
Noble titles and positions of power are all illusory. The path to becoming a god and the path to immortality are all illusory.
Even life itself is nothingness.
Life or death is no longer a question, because all life will die. This is destined from the moment life is born, and no one can change it.
Death is the end of life and the destination of everything.
Having no love in life allowed Shibron to see the truth of death clearly, and he was no longer afraid of death. He even looked forward to the arrival of death to end this state of life that was worse than death.
Shibron's face was expressionless, like a corpse that was still breathing and walking.
His body is still alive, but his spirit is dead, no different from the walking zombie.
Shibron lined up obediently in the winding queue and walked towards the dark mine. He even knew that this mine was the final destination of his life and the place where his bones were buried.
The entrance of the mine is like the open mouth of a giant beast. There are already five to six hundred...seven to seven hundred living coolies walking into the deep mine from the entrance. The number of coolies is not important at all.
Just when Shibron was about to walk in, a long sword suddenly blocked him: "I guess the mine is almost full, so leave some behind!"
This voice was very familiar, and Shibron knew who the owner of this voice was.
Kram, the prince of the wolf tribe, Kram, was once an old acquaintance of Shibron.
But now, Shibron had no intention of looking at him, nor did he think of kneeling at Prince Kram's feet and begging, because he knew Prince Kram's cruelty and cunning, and would definitely not let him go.
Moreover, Shibron had already lost interest in life.
After most of the coolies entered the mine, Kram, the prince of the Wolf clan, stretched out his long sword to block Shibron. This was a completely random action because he did not know that the coolie in front of him was Shibron.
He pushed Shibron back with the blade of his long sword. Only then did Cram recognize the dog-man in front of him.
"Oh! It's you!" Cram looked at Shibron as if he was looking at a pair of stinky socks he once wore. Although he thought he had discarded them long ago, he rediscovered them in a corner under the bed.
While feeling very uncomfortable, I also felt nostalgic sincerely: "You and I are really destined!"
Then he slapped Shibron on the shoulder with the blade of his sword. Although the force of this action was not great, it almost crushed the swaying Shibron.
Prince Kram raised his left hand high and smiled at Shibron: "Actually, you should thank me. I let you live a little longer..."
As Cram's left hand fell, the two thick wooden pillars supporting the entrance of the mine were immediately pulled down by the guards. Amidst the loud rumbling sound, rocks and dust fell one after another, sealing the entrance of the mine tightly.
Strictly.
Rush the coolies into the mine and then seal the only entrance. This is a very efficient and fast method of massacre, and it is difficult to find traces of the massacre. If there are no accidents, the coolies buried alive in the mine will never die.
Buried underground, they will not be discovered even for a hundred or a thousand years, until their corpses are completely decomposed and completely integrated with the earth. No one knows about their tragedy, and no one will ever know!