Orlando's mouth grew in surprise, and the sweat left along his jaws, and in only a few minutes, his body was already wet with beads of sweat, but compared to what he saw in front of him, he felt that these were nothing at all.

Orlando looked at the old sailor who had brought him down, his eyes full of surprise that even the worst of manor owners would not whip his serfs like this. Even the most docile person can't resist in such a situation.

The old sailor crouched down next to an oarsman with a fish oil lamp in his hand, but he reflected a face that was very different from that of anyone Orlando had ever seen. The hair is so densely curled, and the skin is surprisingly dark.

"This is the Ammonites. The old sailor explained. "Once upon a time the Amaks oppressed us Pruss in the valleys of the south, and now it is time for them to pay their debts. ”

Under the oil lamp, the Asian man was naked, with layers of whip marks on his back, and chains were tied around his ankles, probably because he was a little ashamed to be shone by the oil lamp, and he unconsciously curled up, but he was just about to make this action, and the sailor in charge did not hesitate to whip him, and scolded angrily

"My lord is willing to look at your ghostly appearance, that's your honor, turn my face for me, so that this adult can take a good look at your dog appearance. ”

Orlando saw that the strange-looking man seemed to be able to understand the words of the Great Prus, and his body trembled for a moment, even the chains under his feet rattled, but he turned his face when the crackling of the whip through the air in the cabin sounded again.

He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe off the hot ash, but he only put it back halfway, allowing the wick that was still burning to attach to his face, making a slight burning and popping sound, and a gray-black scar burned on the left half of his cheek.

But that didn't make his face look any more hideous, on the contrary, the little hollowness and helplessness that flashed in Rao's pupils, and the tears left by sweat in the corners of his eyes, made Orlando a little breathless.

Orlando just felt that his feelings were a little complicated. Since he was a child, he had been taught to hate Ammaro, but now that he had really seen a living Ammar, he couldn't hate it in his heart.

But the knightly education of more than ten years always prevailed, and in the somewhat playful eyes of several sailors, Orlando turned away from looking at the oars, and thought to himself: This is not the peasants of Great Prus, don't put their identities in the same category!

Thinking of this, Orlando's mood quickly relaxed again. He slowly strained the moisture-rich air from the cabin through his nose, and after feeling the air rushing to his chest, he randomly came to it

It was a good idea to deal with the Amaks, to work to punish and save them. ”

Several sailors in the cabin looked up at Orlando in surprise.

"How wonderful it is to redeem sinners with work? ”

"Tsk, it's better than us, and if you want me, it's better than the 'second' on the ship......"

After hearing the sailor's praise, Orlando's face flushed a little. It was so hot in the cabin that there was a terrible stench, and the sweat crept up to the first-class deck, and then condensed into raindrops and fell into the cabin, as if it had been raining.

The Ammark, whose face had been burned by the oil lamp, saw that Orlando had turned away, and although he could not understand what he had said, he could vaguely hear the cheerful tones of the sailors, who must have been the same dogs. Seeing that the man who had just arrived here would not stand up for himself, Ali couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then resumed his mechanical paddle work.

In order not to collapse in such a gloomy place, Ali imagined in his mind the scene beyond the deck every time he was rocking his oars: layers of white waves rolled up on the blue sea, and birds often flew by in the transparent air. The Great Pruss lived in meadows, in crowded rooms with cattle, sheep and livestock, and their bodies were filled with the stench of corruption......

If there is no way to change the environment of survival, then you have to turn the current thing into a church.

These were the last words that the Prophet of the tribe had given to Ali before he died, and he fell to his knees with the cavalry of the Great Pruss behind him, and an arrow piercing through his chest stuck in his chest. Until he took his last breath, the Prophet was trying to teach him more so that the wisdom of the tribe could be passed on.

Although after the catastrophe more than ten years ago, the people who truly grasped the "wisdom of the prophet" have disappeared, and the prophet can only teach Ali a few scratches the surface, they are still not a people who give up easily. Although most of the texts of the past have been reduced to ashes, the remnants of the descendants of the Amaks are still putting in all their efforts to decipher the incomprehensible and intermittent texts, and in time, they may reap the rewards.

If it weren't for the intervention of the "Shadow Gold Diggers", maybe they would really have a chance.

The heavy whip fell on Ali again, and this was the fourth time this day. Somehow, Ali only felt that his brain was surprisingly good now, and he remembered that his past had been living in fantasy for a lot longer, which was why he had more wounds on his back than usual.

After being whipped, Ali groaned silently, and then quickly accelerated the horsepower of the paddle. Seeing this, the sailor standing aside raised his whip again to whip the others, and one of the sailors asked with some confusion

"Ceren, how many trips has that boy made with the boat?"

"Three or four trips. ”

"It's been so long and you're still so energetic? The few under my hands, who have just gotten on the boat, have only rowed once, you see, this is almost over. ”

The sailor with the whip dropped the whip in his hand and said, "I have been following him for a while, and he has received the most whips, but he is also the most edible, and he is honest in his work after being beaten, and he has gained a lot of weight after getting on the ship." ”

"Tsk, this is the 'redemption' of the adult just now?"

"I don't care about this thing, as long as he can work, he will send me up to breathe. I can't care if he kills me. Tell them all to rest for a while, put the oars away, and it's time to change the sails......"

Seren stretched a little lazily and climbed up the ladder to the deck, the cool sea breeze blowing on his skin, causing him a pang of pain. Still, he loved the feeling of being blown by the sea breeze, which made him feel like it kept his body dry and healthy. Therefore, every moment when he climbed out of the deep cabin to the deck to blow the sea breeze was the favorite time of his life......

He looked back to the shore, intending to see how far the boat had rowed out of the shore, so that he could judge what the oarsman's next move should be.

It's really a good thing.

The freighter had sailed about a mile from the dock, and the sailors working on the deck had already hung up their sails, and even if Syren continued to stay below, someone would naturally go down and tell him to stop.

It's just that I don't know what happened on the shore, a raging fire was lit on the shore, and the dock on the shore was particularly lively, a large number of cargo ships docked at the edge of the dock, and the ships that wanted to dock could not pass, and there were no ships to continue to go to sea.

A wooden outpost was probably in disrepair, but probably no one was there, because he couldn't see anyone surrounding it from his vantage point, so it could be assumed that there was no one......

"It's a pity, the brothers who haven't set off yet don't know what's going on, it's a pity that such a good thing doesn't go to sea. ”

But this is just a sigh, although it has just come out of the dock, but the most important work has been done, more than a dozen sailors, and a few passengers from the north and south, everyone naturally has something to talk about.

On the shore, an old soldier with white hair and beard of one color was lying on a stretch of sand. Beside him was a collapsed wooden outpost. I don't know if it was because he fell on the beach, but the fall from a height didn't kill him directly, but only broke a few of his bones.

The veteran's mouth kept making some shouts, as if he wanted to attract the attention of the surrounding crowd, but for some reason, there were a lot of voices in his ears, but no one heard his call.

In the fall just now, the veteran lost his proudest vision for a while.

He was the first pair of eyes to see the return of the ships of the southern expedition that year.

He had watched the ships go out to sea and the ships returned. He had seen the wretched docks of the present-day frolicking as a wasteland, when he was just a teenager who tried to bury a wooden stick in the sand at the command of his father.

His father told him that they were building something called a "port", and when it was built, ships would dock here to buy and sell something.

"At that point, it will become a ...... A very rich and prosperous place. ”

Father said this, with a smile on his face and a sparkle of hope in his eyes.

And all this is far away from him.

In front of him was a color more terrifying than imaginary hell, he couldn't see anything, he was anxious, anxious, but not for himself.

"Red! blood!" the veteran shouted as he struggled to say the last thing he saw the world before he went blind.

"Red, all the coast! corpses!blood!" he began to speak incoherently, and with each yell, blood coughed up from his throat and soaked down the corners of his mouth on the sand.

Eventually, the veteran heard the sound of bubbles cracking, and he felt that his body had completely lost its strength, and even though he tried his best, he could only make a faint snoring sound in his throat. He tried to swallow the things in his mouth that were blocking his sounds, but they stubbornly stuck in his throat.

A passer-by saw the old soldier who was losing his life in front of him, he did not reach out to help the veteran, but there was a trace of pity in his eyes, and then he followed the person in the direction of the bonfire.

He recognized this veteran, and felt that this person was a freak, obviously had a good fortune, and became the title of an officer at the dock, but he did not grasp the opportunity, and stood stupidly on the sentry guard until he died, everyone knew that it was the work of fools, and the empire had not encountered an enemy who really needed to be vigilant for more than ten years.

It's also a death, but the gap between people and Rao is like a chasm, if it's a normal day, everyone can see that this veteran may be able to help, but now.

Several knights on horses and in various armors stood there, their armor bright and neat.

They wore helmets on their heads, which made it difficult for onlookers to see the expressions on their faces, and even the voices coming from the armor were distorted.

"His Majesty Abbasquia is gone, and last night he was inspired by Sardin. ”

"His Royal Highness Perris will hold a vigil for His Majesty Nordin, and His Majesty Nordin will be buried after the third time. ”

"Then His Royal Highness Perris will succeed to the throne. ”

The knights' words were like nails stuck in the hearts of the citizens.

Since the foundation of the empire, the quality of life of the citizens in the vicinity of this pier has improved significantly, which is certainly the merit of the emperor. Especially the older citizens, they cried especially sadly, at the beginning of the empire, they were also a very confident and fanatical group of people, most of them watched His Majesty Nordin little by little from a weak-crowned boy to a handsome young man, and now to a mature and stable politician.

In their eyes, His Majesty Nordin was often not just an emperor, but even a symbol of the nascent empire.

Emperor Felipe liberated the people of Grand Prus, and Emperor Nordin established the Scaly State, and their lives showed few traces of tyranny, but they left one story after another, which was passed down from word of mouth among the people.

The Emperor Notting, on the other hand, was particularly known for his benevolence and generosity.

An old man of about fifty years old trembled and took out a linen handkerchief from his arms, and after wiping away the unnatural tears from the corners of his eyes, he carefully tidied up the brown robe he was wearing until there was not a single dust on his body.

At that funeral sixteen years ago, he left the place where he had spent his life, a valley full of spring, and in the middle of the valley there was a well, and the water in the well was cool and sweet.

Felipe lost a war in this valley, but he also awakened the souls of the people of the Curtain Land.

There used to be a joke in the valley that it was better to lose once than to win a hundred battles, and it was better to lose than to lose early.

According to legend, the emperor used to drink water with this.

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