Tucker and his fellow inmates walked around the square paved with rough gravel.
He was envious of the other guys. They were playing a game similar to Andersel Ball, but throwing the ball into the basket. Tucker almost forgot the last time he saw this kind of play... and in
A walk in the sunshine lasts as long.
The high wall protected against the cold wind, making the body feel less cold at noon. Tucker continued to do what he was told to do: walk under the wall and not go to the filming set - it was incredible that the "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower" they had watched was
That's how it's made.
Dozens of minutes later, after even walking could not dispel the chill, the girl named "Astolfo" next to the deputy warden ran over and said to go back to the dungeon to rest. She was a lively girl, and it would be almost the same if Sissi was still alive.
As big as her.
"Go back to the dungeon and rest." This sentence would only feel deeply ridiculous to Tucker before, and what's even more ridiculous is that this sentence will make Tucker feel like he's going home now.
All this was thanks to the deputy warden... He interrogated everyone in the dungeon in those days. Tucker told him that he was imprisoned in the dungeon for killing the gangster who sold his sister. Then the next day, the deputy warden
The warden said that after finding out the truth, he gave himself two choices: release him now or work for him. In the future, he can go to Xingyue Bay with him, where there are delicious food and exquisite houses... Who knows, Tucker will not be able to find it.
It's his sister, Tucker doesn't care.
I'm grateful to the deputy warden. He was going to die, but now he doesn't have to.
Passing by the shooting scene on the way back to the dungeon, Tucker heard the deputy warden saying something to the old orc, with a respectful tone. Then he was a little envious... If he hadn't been so stupid, he should be like the old orc now, without being in the background.
Can I talk to the deputy warden?
Perhaps because of undue extravagant hopes, Tucker gradually lost his numbness, and some thoughts would always pop up in his head. For example, when he returned to the dungeon and saw four-handed cavemen fetching food, he thought, they are really born with this.
Workers; when I saw the rat people lining up honestly, I thought, why are they?
Why don't we use minions to escape? When I saw the rice bowl of the dull and taciturn Dadar, I thought, he had only lost some weight after being locked up in the dungeon for dozens of days and was so edible. When he was sitting in the cell eating with the prisoners of the alien race, he thought
, the deputy warden asked them to get together... did he want them to get to know each other?
Tucker, who was holding his job, approached an elf and said hesitantly: "My name is Tucker, what's yours?"
The elf ignored him, but a reply came from next to him: "I am Pakpafa."
Tucker raised his neck and saw the whole centaur. They were as tall as horses, but they had the upper body of a human.
"...You are lucky." Tucker, who saw that it was a mare, said, "Women and beautiful women are miserable in the dungeon..."
These will be selected by the noble officials outside. After being sent to the dungeon, it will be the turn of the dungeon guards, and finally the prisoners. No woman can get out alive... Evil prisoners who have only a few days to live do not care what they enter.
"They're lucky, too."
Parker Pafa tapped his hoofs lightly. Tucker looked at the centaur, which was two heads taller than him, and its strong physique seriously: "You are right, they are lucky not to have met you."
Tucker and Pakpafa chatted awkwardly, and then he discovered that these races not only had similar experiences to them, but also had similar ideas. Even the deputy warden agreed to take them to Xingyue Bay.
When I was still imagining what Xingyue Bay looked like, I heard the caveman's prayer next to me: "Thank you Annan for your gift..."
It held up four hands and prayed devoutly before picking up the bowl and spoon.
"Who is Annan?" Tucker asked strangely.
"That's the Deputy Warden. He's Jack, and he's also the King of the North."
"But I heard they call Deputy Warden Orme, right?"
"That's Annan's disguised identity."
A big shot with the identity of a prince disguised his identity in order to save these lowly commoners? Looking at the brown rice and fatty meat slices in the bowl... Tucker believed it.
And the deputy warden does look a bit like Jack in the magical image.
While talking to the centaur, Tucker slowly ground the food with his teeth. The centaur's ears suddenly stood up, and then Tucker heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from the corridor with the cell door open.
The surrounded King of the North appeared in the corridor, and then looked here.
"Who's that guy sitting with the centaurs and elves?"
"He is Tucker, the prisoner who killed the gangster for his sister."
Annan remembered it. After knowing what happened to him, Annan sent people to find the whereabouts of his sister, but the investigation was terminated after tracing to the Kamis camp.
Kamis Camp, also known as the Land of No Return, is located in a cave on the southern outskirts of Bethal City. Countless evil transactions that are not on the table and that even the nobles are ashamed of are carried out there...
Annan thought for a moment, then went over to say hello to Tucker and Pakpafa, and patted Pakpafa's broad back to let her recover well.
The foreign race Li Annan left behind paid special attention to centaurs and gnolls. The former were natural warriors and archers - perhaps contrary to common sense, but centaurs did not have cavalry, and their forward upper bodies could not withstand the impact of a cavalry confrontation.
Therefore, the centaur tribe has always been widely distributed in grasslands and hilly areas in a nomadic form.
Their adult weight of 800 to 1,500 pounds gives centaurs unparalleled strength, and their innate talent for bows and arrows allows them to attack farther than other races and move faster than other races. Annan hopes that Pakpafa can lead the tribe
Going to Xingyue Bay, as for the fact that there is no grassland in Xingyue Bay...the forests in the south became grassland after being cut down.
The latter Gnolls hope to get in touch with the Gnolls near Xingyue Bay.
There are also races such as rat people and cavemen. Annan also holds the idea of attracting similar species and expanding the species in Xingyue Bay. Too many alien races will make Xingyue Bay complicated? Is this 100-pound bundle of firewood cut by humans more noble, or that bundle of rats?
Is 100 pounds of wood chewed by humans meaner?
"King of the North, are my people still alive..." Mozali, the only remaining elf, asked.
Annan looked at it with sympathy: "You should know that no matter the cold winter or the chasing guards, the patrolling mercenary group will not let them go..."
Not only Mozali, other races will not have the chance to see those clan members who escaped from prison.
In the afternoon, they heard that a cold wave was coming and it was snowing, so they switched to shooting in the dungeon, waiting for the weather to clear up and the snow to melt before continuing. Annan gave the prisoners full freedom, as long as they did not leave the second floor, they could come and go as they pleased.
Cells. Clean, bright, and warm dungeons always give these prisoners the chaotic illusion that this is a dream.
In any case, the pain of the past has gone away from them, and a new future is waiting for them in front.