The Origin of Arcane

Needless to say, yearning for nature, which slave does not yearn for freedom, does not want to walk freely on the earth, and breathe freely.

The first two are nonsense, and their reasons for yearning for freedom are simple—no one drives them to work with a whip, they can have a full meal, and sleep soundly.

The fear is because they have been away from the mountain for too long, especially slaves like Achill, who know nothing about the mountain and survival skills in it. If they are really thrown into the mountain, it is still unknown whether they can survive .

Achill has seen the ferocity of wild beasts in the mountains with his own eyes. A teammate once caught a little wild boar. He thought he was lucky, but his parents came to him. He had never seen such a big wild boar. The wild wild boar has a back that is taller than a war horse, and its black hair is like an awl, especially the pair of tusks, which are two scimitars.

Although the wild boar was finally killed by their joint efforts, their hundred guards also lost a total of thirteen people, including one regular knight.

A wild wild boar is so ferocious to this extent, let alone those giant tigers and bears who are more famous, they will not eat it alive.

Especially after the emergence of a group of unscrupulous ghost slaves in the past ten years, these familiar slaves have completely become roles that grandma and uncle don't love. The Byron people treat them as livestock, and the Andis people in the mountains regard them as enemies. Kou.

In his father's generation, there were still people who found opportunities and fled back to the mountains. In his generation, there are basically none. Stakes were executed.

Achill originally thought that he would be like his father in this life. If he was lucky enough to meet a good master and allow the slaves to combine and give birth to the next generation, he would be unlucky and slowly suffer to death in endless hunger and fatigue.

The trajectory of his life changed drastically overnight—the Bastille fell.

When he heard the news, Achill's jaw almost dropped in shock. Not only the mayor, but even the ordinary Bastille soldiers were bragging about how powerful they were and how strong the Bastille's defenses were all day long. Just how abundant their supplies are, even if those mountain people in the mountains gathered an army of tens of thousands, they would have nothing to do with Bastille.

This is proved by history. Fifteen years ago, Bastille was surrounded by an army of tens of thousands led by Derrick, who called himself King of Andes. The two sides staged a tragic offensive and defensive battle in Bastille.

As a result, the King of Andes was not prepared enough food and grass to survive, so he had no choice but to withdraw his troops, and was chased and killed by the elite soldiers led by the city lord. Not only did the King of Andes die, but he also sent thousands of strong slaves to Bastille .

But now the Bastille changed hands overnight, and before their slave barracks had time to move out, they were blocked in the barracks.

Listening to the comments of those chiefs, there are tens of thousands of Andis mountain people who attacked the Bastille, and the resourceful Sir Kleist Fox fled immediately. They went out and died in vain. They might as well surrender directly, maybe the other party They will also read the friendship of the same race and give them a way to survive.

In this way, the slave camp where Achill was located disarmed and surrendered in a daze.

In fact, there are no weapons to hand over. Their slave barracks don’t have any serious weapons. The most common ones they use are logging axes, stone picks, and iron shovels. Under supervision, the Byrons are even more wary of them than ordinary slaves.

During this period, no one came to recruit them. They just summoned the original chiefs, held a meeting that was not too long, and then ordered them not to leave the camp without authorization, otherwise they would be at their own risk, and no one would pay attention to them after that. There is no porridge and black bread in the past.

However, listening to the chaotic fighting cries outside the camp, the hunger became less unbearable, and they continued to stay uneasy until noon, and the various fighting noises decreased, but there was a commotion outside the camp again.

Later, I heard from a well-connected officer that the slaves who were imprisoned in the Bastille were jealous, saying that they were all ghost slaves, and they were going to slaughter them together, but they were stopped by the young army who took them in, saying that they were suffering too. People, they should be given a fair trial opportunity.

Achill didn't understand what a fair trial was, and he still had a good impression of this young army in his heart. After all, the other party saved his life and treated them as human beings. Not only did he think so, most of the slave army should also be Think so.

Therefore, when the Boys Army came to ask them to help clean up the dead bodies on the battlefield and prevent the epidemic, Achill was not so resistant to work for the first time.

Young, clean, sharp and gentle.

This was the first impression left by the members of the Boys' Army on Achill. He was secretly ashamed of that heroic self-confidence, which was completely different from the self-confidence of the Bastille soldiers.

The confidence of the Bastille soldiers is based more on arrogance and leather whips, while the confidence of the Boys' Army is not manifested by trampling others, but revealed from the bones.

He wants to be like that too.

Achill didn't know when he was born with this idea.

When did you see the first boy soldier?

Or when the boy from the Boys Army who was sweating and working together in the night handed him a piece of jerky?

Still listening to them singing Faetwo while working, this song is really nice, although he can't understand most of the lyrics, his blood is still infected by the melody.

Later, I heard them discuss that this is a story about a hero who swears to the death to resist the slave hunters, and it is the battle song of the Andeans themselves.

Achill made another decision in his heart. He wanted to learn this song. He had already memorized two sentences, and the melody was always flowing in his heart. I believe that he would be able to learn it in dozens of nights.

Achill has not made as many decisions in his life as he has made in these two days.

However, it was the chief of the Boys Army who had the greatest impact on him. He had never seen a chief who would cry for the death of his subordinates, nor had he heard such a heartfelt eulogy.

What other people think in their hearts, Achill doesn't know, if someone does that after his death, it's worth it.

What he saw and heard one day and one night had a great impact on Achill. Even if he later learned that the Andean army that captured the Bastille was far less than he imagined, he couldn't think of anything else. He still wanted to see Is there any other difference in the other party? It is estimated that there are many people who have the same idea as him.

When he returned to the city, Achill found that Bastille was almost unrecognizable. Those young soldiers who shuttled back and forth were dressed in linen robes, their faces were covered with linen, and only a pair of piercing eyes were exposed. These guys would fly? They were still burying corpses together outside the city at night, when did they come here?

Achill would not admit his mistake, the smiling young man standing at the front was the one who handed him the jerky.

Achill is a caring person, and he has been observing secretly. The number of the youth army is not large, only three or four hundred people. As for those burly men and those mountain people, their words and deeds are completely different, even if they are dressed the same. The clothes can also be distinguished at a glance.

Bastille is now covered with a layer of white lime, which is a building material that has only become popular in the past decade or so, and is obtained by calcining various types of stones.

It is said that it was invented by a slave from the mountains of Andes. Achill was the one who made this skilled worker. They felled wood and quarried rocks in Bastille. Except for their own use, most of them did this. It was regarded as a sideline of Bastille.

Although lime is not considered a rare commodity, it still takes a lot of time to transport it to the capital, and the price is good. Now it is used as paving ash and scattered everywhere, isn't it a bit too extravagant and too prodigal?

However, in view of the various performances of the Boys' Army, Achill decided to wait and see what happened and not jump to conclusions in his mind.

On both sides of the city gate, there are more than a dozen puddles with a depth of half a person. Everyone who enters the city needs to throw away their original clothes and soak in it for half an hour.

If you lose your original clothes, you will lose them. Anyway, they are all in poor clothes, and they are all worn in rotten sackcloth for who knows how many years. I don’t feel bad. I jump into the puddle for half an hour, and the problem is a bit big. .

It was a lime puddle, and the lime puddle had just been filled with quicklime not long ago. It was steaming and steaming, and it looked like it was about to open.

Just now, the Boys’ Army said that this thing can disinfect and prevent epidemics, and Achill’s doubts increased greatly. If this thing can disinfect and prevent epidemics, those nobles would have hidden this thing in their castles as gold and silver lumps, could it be? Is there anything in this world that noble gentlemen don't know?

But Achill's mind was not on this in an instant, but he was staring at the cauldrons in the Bastille, the food tasted so fucking delicious.

Especially the white ones, what are they called steamed buns, I don't know how they taste, but they smell no worse than freshly baked white bread, even if they are hundreds of meters away, they can still smell it clearly.

There is also the salty soup, which should be stewed with the cabbage and salty beans just harvested this year. The most important thing is that Aqiel still saw meat bones in it, although there were not many in each bowl, only one Two pieces, but it couldn't be too big, it was half a fist, and the saliva couldn't stop dripping just by smelling it.

No, I can't wait any longer. If you wait any longer, you will be ruined by those foodies who took the first step. You are hiccupping after eating all the fucking food. Why are you still wandering around in front of the rice cooker? I don’t know if there are still people here who haven’t had a full meal for many years?

Not to mention soaking in the lime puddle for half an hour, even after taking two sips, Achill would admit it. Just now he saw with his own eyes that the young commander of the youth army and the famous skull-crusher McGee also fell into the lime water. , Soak enough time before entering the city.

Achill quickly took off the rotten linen clothes he had worn for many years, and threw them into the fire pit. Without any distress, he jumped into the lime puddle holding his nose. It took great perseverance to not be as miserable as others call out.

Because it sounds embarrassing, like the howling of a domestic pig when it is slaughtered.