Chapter Thirty-Four, Chicks Spreading Their Wings 8
Of course Chris was having a hard time.
Anyone who is locked in an iron cage with only a little water and a piece of black bread to survive every day will not feel that he is living well.
He has been imprisoned for more than ten days, bumping along the trails of the Rocky Darran Mountains every day, cold and hungry.
Fortunately, he was still young and was not frozen by the early cold in the mountains.
There were several weak people in iron cages who had frozen to death. Their bodies were dumped on the roadside like garbage, and they should have become the excrement of wild animals by now.
He finally knew where the front was.
The appearance of the person who distributes water and food to them every day is highly recognizable in the Endless Continent.
They are humanoid, with hair only growing in the middle on their heads, braided into long braids, which are dark and greasy. Except for this braid, they have no eyebrows or beards, and no hair on their bodies, even under their armpits and crotches.
This has been confirmed by scholars who study bloodline inheritance.
They are about two and a half meters tall, with their upper bodies longer than their lower bodies. They are only covered with a piece of cloth in important parts of their bodies, exposing their high and muscular muscles. They are very strong. There are only three toes on the huge feet, which are as long as wild beasts.
With such long claws, at first glance I thought it was a mandrill.
They were the Vic, also known as the Barbarians.
There is only one direction for the Vic to move forward: their habitat, the Savage Valley.
In the Savage Valley, going east across the Lokidaran Mountains is the Whispering Forest, going west across the mountains is the Terror Swamp, and going north is the Dwarf Kingdom. As for continuing south, no one knows where it is.
The Vic people, who thrive in the Savage Valley, are synonymous with barbarism and bloodshed.
Killing is everything in their lives.
Every adult Vic is responsible for several lives.
For them, if there are not a few skulls placed at the door of their home, then survival is meaningless.
These skulls were hunted by them personally, including powerful ferocious beasts, from the same race and from other races. The more skulls placed, the higher the status in the tribe, and the more young, beautiful or handsome people of the opposite sex like to visit.
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There is no such thing as husband and wife in this race.
As long as both of them are willing, they can have sex at will like wild beasts, and then they will have nothing to do with each other.
If there are offspring, the tribe will provide unified support after they are born.
No one knows who his father is, maybe even in the pile of skeletons under his roof.
In this regard, scholars in the Middle-earth Plains generally maliciously speculate that this beastly behavior is the reason why they always wear only a few pieces of cloth all year round.
It is legal for them to hunt their own kind.
Regardless of gender, strong people are born with the power to dominate the weak.
If the weak resists, then the feast of hunting can begin: the powerful will give the weak a day to escape, and then hunt him down until death.
There is no reason for them to hunt foreigners.
As long as they think you are easy to bully, then you may become one of their medals of bravery - put your head on the doorstep of your home and slowly rot, eventually turning into a skull.
Before the Holy Empire was established, their tradition of hunting foreigners met with strong resistance from all surrounding races.
The dwarves, snakemen, humans and elves rarely acted in unison and deployed heavy troops on the border of the Savage Valley to block them at home. The siege lasted for three years and almost half of the Vic people starved to death.
But other races also suffered heavy casualties.
Although this race has a small population, never exceeding 10,000 people, their strength is too strong! Throughout the history of the Vic race, they have never had less than ten strong men!
With both sides suffering losses, the war ended with an agreement.
The Vic people promised not to hunt foreigners wantonly, but spent thirty years digging half of a mountain and building a city at their doorstep. Except for the mountain, the city was entirely made of solid strips.
Made of stone and iron, it is indestructible. The city is filled with large and small gladiatorial arenas, which are their hunting grounds for foreigners.
Yes, they turned hunting foreigners into gladiatorial combat.
At that time, the city's name was the City of Hunting.
Named by the Vic themselves.
From the beginning, there were frequent wars between the major races, and they used their wealth to buy prisoners or captives for them to hunt and kill.
Later, various human mercenaries who were too poor to take the blame sold their lives to participate; other races, in order to pursue the path of becoming strong, used this place as a trial ground for life and death tests to participate. Because they won in the gladiatorial fight
By joining the Vic, they can still get a lot of wealth.
From this time on, the city's name was called the City of Blood.
What other races call this city.
Later, after the Holy Empire was established, the wars between various races decreased and there were fewer prisoners of war, but many human nobles participated: they used gold coins to buy a human life in order to enjoy the pleasure of killing.
With more people participating, various industries have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Brothels, casinos, taverns, blacksmith shops and bakeries are all over every corner of the city, making the city extremely prosperous.
The people of Vic made a fortune in gold and silver just by collecting taxes and gate taxes.
The power of money is powerful.
You can buy the favor of many women, sharp weapons, powerful sacrifices, and unstoppable wine...
Of course there are human lives.
Under the temptation of the strong financial resources of the Vic, the evil slave catching team appeared.
Mercenaries who can sell their faith for money will use various methods to put living warriors into cages and continuously send them to the Savage Valley.
A vicious cycle begins.
The slave-catching teams continued to send people and beasts to keep the city bloody and prosperous, and the city's prosperity also brought huge wealth to the Vic people, which was then turned into commissions paid to the slave-catching teams.
From this time on, the city's name was Sin City.
Chris, who was locked in an iron cage, knew his fate when he saw the Vic.
He didn't hate Kurt, the man who sold him like a beast.
Although if he was given a chance, he would definitely chop Kurt in half and let his liver and intestines flow all over the floor.
What he hates is himself.
When he first came to the south, James gave him a greeting gift, put a dagger on his throat, and warned him never to trust anyone and never to let down his guard.
However, he still felt that the world was kind, so he stayed in the iron cage for twenty days.
He has lost a lot of weight and his whole body smells bad, not only because he has not taken a bath, but also because he eats, drinks, and poops in the cage.
But today, he finally no longer has to deal with his own feces.
The team of Rocky Bulls pulling iron cages finally arrived in Sin City.
When he was driven out of the iron cage, he had no urge to resist at all.
Because three of the Vic people who took in slaves had two pairs of arms.
That was the characteristic of their race after they entered the realm of the strong: a pair of arms grew from their ribs.
Vidocq is the name given to the strong by their race.
Moreover, everyone knows that as long as you are put in an iron cage and arrive in Sin City, you will never have any room for resistance, and no one will wait for rescue.
Not even human demigods can save him!
The savage bloodline and hunting tradition make the hearts of the Vic extremely strong, making it easier to break through the shackles.
Today's Vic talents can number more than 5,000, but there are seventeen "Vidocks" in the clan! Therefore, even if the human demigod comes in person, he will not be able to escape the siege of so many Vidocks.
ending.
After all, demigods are just extremely powerful people. They are just honorific names given by people, but they are not real gods.
Chris was put into a small cell.
This place should be used to imprison humans, and it is just the right size for one person to lie down on.
There was only one small ventilation opening in the cell, and a lot of excrement that had not been cleared out breeds all kinds of small insects. It was so disgusting that Chris almost vomited when he first came in.
The door of the cell is an iron bar, and a chain and a shackle connect it to Chris, making it indestructible.
This is also a product of the dwarves.
There are traces of the dwarves in many places in this city. They used their superb forging skills to take out many gold coins from the pockets of the Vic.
The cell should be underground, because it was afternoon when Chris was brought in, but it was as dark as night inside.
There were several torches stuck in the corridor, and the flickering flames highlighted the eerieness of the cell and the bleak prospects of the people inside; the light and shadow fell on each person who was arrested, playing with the expressions on their faces wantonly.
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Despair, anger, numbness, desolation, sadness, regret, etc., all kinds of things arise.
In a dark space, it is difficult to tell the passage of time.
So when someone brings food, Chris knows it's night time.
Dinner was a large bowl of water, three pieces of black bread, and a lump of rhizome, which should be a product of the Wasteland Valley. It was much richer than on the road. The people who had been hungry for many days ignored the nausea in the cell.
He picked up the bread and stuffed it into his mouth, filling the whole cell with the sound of choking coughs.
Chris left a piece of brown bread.
It's not that I have no appetite.
It's not that he's not hungry, he can eat ten of them in one go.
This brown bread is reserved for bait.
In his early years, when he was wandering on the ice fields of the Alps, he developed the habit of always observing his surroundings.
So he also heard the squeaking of mice, and it took a lot of them to make a noise.
In this place where nothing but excrement is the prisoner, this place where you are so hungry that you want to take a bite out of your own arm, the existence of rats makes people reluctant to think about what the food of these rats is.
But Chris doesn't dislike it, nor is he qualified to dislike it.
In a prison cell in Sin City, there are only two ways to commit suicide or enter the arena.
He didn't want to die like this, so he needed food to replenish his physical strength to give him more hope of surviving in the arena.
Rats are also meat, the only additional food.
He tore up the black bread and spread it under the fence. He held the edge of the pottery bowl filled with water and carefully broke off a few pieces of pottery. Then he held his breath and squatted in the corner of the small cell, quietly waiting for the mouse to come.
It is impossible for a person who has been hungry for more than twenty days to catch a mouse with his bare hands.
Besides the piles of urine and urine in the entire cell, the only object was a pottery bowl.
In other small cells, there were many people doing the same thing as Chris.
The human race is originally a race with very bright minds. In order to survive, they will do their best to seize any chance.
squeak...squeak...
As time goes by, the mice's cries rise and fall in the darkness, extending people's hope of living.