"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" the little boy screamed and jumped up from the bed.
His vision returned after a few seconds, and he realized that he was still in the cabin, late at night.
"Arthur...?" The woman rubbed her eyes, "What's wrong, are you having a nightmare?"
"Mom! Mom!!" The little boy fell into his mother's arms and kept crying. Only then did he realize that he had had a nightmare. The nightmare was so real that he almost thought that his mother was going to leave him like this.
, and he was about to be killed.
"Don't cry, be good, be good...you have to learn to be strong." Igraine hugged her son tightly and comforted Arthur's emotions.
"Yes, be strong." The woman said, "No matter what, you can't give up the hope of living. Don't give up until the end. This is strength."
"Mother......"
The woman sang a lullaby in a low voice.
"Ah---Chen Hui's leader,
Why do you fly on the wind, fly on the wind?
It is to awaken the endless hope in this world.
Light shines upon the earth, God’s light whispers,
If there is loving kindness, it will bring about the moment of seeing the light!
..."
The little boy listened to his mother's lullaby and calmed down. He felt that the atmosphere around him was a bit strange. He carefully observed the scenery outside the window and realized that the cabin he was in was very different from what he remembered: this room was not on the original prairie.
It is surrounded by dilapidated houses.
The cabin is in a slum, surrounded by various houses made of iron sheets and rotten wood. The cabin is also different from the original one: there is very little furniture, and everything is old and dirty.
Why are they suddenly living in a place like this?
No. It's not sudden. They have been living here all the time. Knight Uther arranged for Igraine and her son to live in this small wooden house in the slums to hide their presence from others, because the heavenly knight Gunther was hunting them down.
Chase? When did it happen? The little boy had no clue. He shook his head and explained to himself that he was in a daze.
Bang! The door of the rotten wooden house was knocked open. The person who rushed in was the black iron knight Uther.
"Igraine, take Arthur and run away quickly!" Uther said, "The Romans are coming! Camelot is about to be occupied!"
"What?! Gunther isn't ------"
"That kid is useless at all. Not only did he suffer a defeat, but he also took the initiative to defect to Rome! He betrayed all the military equipment of Pantoracon, so the Romans could invade so easily! ...If I had known it would turn out like this
In this way, I will never give up my position as Heavenly Knight to anyone in the first place!"
In order to reunite with his wife and children, the knight Uther sacrificed the opportunity to become a knight of heaven. What he got in exchange was the fall of the imperial capital of Camelot.
Before he had finished regretting it, a burning rocket had pierced his head, causing Uther to fall to the ground.
"Uther!!!" Igraine rushed over desperately to give her husband first aid, but more arrows were shot from outside the door, leaving bloody flowers on the woman's chest.
"Woo!" The woman who fell to the ground looked at her beloved son dying: "... Arthur... Run away... don't... give up hope!"
"
The little boy moved his trembling legs, struggled to stand up, and wanted to escape.
But the next second, the arrow had penetrated his head. Blood burst out and he died on the spot.
"Whoaaaaaah!" The little boy woke up in shock.
"Shh!" The woman pressed her hand tightly against the little boy's mouth and whispered, "Be quiet, don't let the Romans find out!"
What just happened turned out to be a nightmare.
The little boy came to his senses and found that his family of three were hiding in a cave. There was no fire, and his father was afraid that the fire would attract the Romans. His father was hit by an arrow in the back and was seriously injured. If he and the Romans found this small cave where they were hiding,
Their family of three will definitely die without a burial place.
No, death is the best outcome. The Roman army captured the entire Pantoracon, and they have been subjugated. The army is currently searching for civilians everywhere, trying to capture all Pantoracan civilians to be sold as slaves.
Without hope, they could only live in hiding in the mountains and fields. But the mother told the little boy that they were still happy, at least the family of three was still alive.
The cave was very cold on winter nights, and they had no way to light a campfire to keep warm. The father and mother had no choice but to hug the little boy tightly to prevent him from catching cold.
"It's okay, Arthur. We will get through it." The woman whispered in the little boy's ear, "Although the Eastern Sky Knights are all destroyed, the other three knights are very powerful and they will definitely arrive in time.
, to drive out the Roman army. They must...must...Uther...are you still awake?"
The knight did not answer. He was seriously injured and fell asleep forever. His body gradually became cold and stiff from the cold winter night.
"Mom...Mom...it's so cold..." the little boy said shivering, "and...so sleepy..."
"Arthur, hold on... hold on... hold on..." The heat in the woman's body gradually disappeared, and she fell asleep forever.
"Dad...Mom..." The little boy's shivering slowly stopped. He was cold and sleepy, and the warmth from his parents could no longer be felt. Even if he was surrounded by two cold corpses
Holding tightly, he was still unwilling to let go of his parents' hands. Just like that, even his own body temperature disappeared bit by bit without a trace.
On a cold winter night, there were only three frozen corpses left in the frozen cave...
"Wow ah ah ah!" The little boy woke up from his nightmare,
"What are you making a fuss about!" As soon as he screamed, the whip fell down.
Snapped!
"Woo!" The whip did not hit the little boy, and his mother Igraine helped him block it.
"Uh-huh... I'm sorry, he just had a nightmare. I will make him obedient," the woman said.
"Hmph!" The slave trader outside the cage raised his whip again in dissatisfaction, and the whip drew another bloody mark on the woman's ragged body.
The little boy looked at his surroundings. It had been some time since he and his mother had been captured on this large ship that transported slaves. There were hundreds of iron cages on the ship's deck, which concentrated thousands of Pantorakon's subjugated slaves.
Escorted to Rome for sale.
The iron cage was dirty and sloppy, and the slightly damp hay pile exuded the stench of urine and feces. This was not an environment that humans could live in at all.
"Arthur..." Igraine, who was critically ill due to wound infection, was already pale. She had been in bed for several days, and it seemed that it would take more than a week for the ship to arrive in Rome.
"Mom may not be able to survive...but you...you must...live!" After saying this, she died.
The little boy lay in his mother's arms, crying quietly. For a child like him, even if he reaches Rome, his fate will definitely be very tragic, and he will never live more than three weeks...
(Why not, just...)
He looked at the sharp iron nails protruding from the edge of the iron cage.
He shook his head and gave up the idea of committing suicide. His mother's last wish before her death was that he should live. How could he disobey his mother's instructions?
Just when his heart was filled with death and he was planning to live like a zombie...
A storm hit the transport ship. A tornado with a speed of several hundred kilometers per hour swept the entire ship into the air, tearing all the people and cargo on board into pieces.
His body was pierced by the sharp metal fragments of the iron cage, and he was swept into the seabed by the fierce whirlpool. Finally, the little boy crashed on the rocks on the seabed, his flesh and blood bruised. After the storm passed, he sank to the bottom of the sea on the verge of death, quietly watching the scene.
Countless fish swam in the dark ocean, biting his flesh and blood one after another.