The crimson sun had just peeked out from the edge of the canyon, and before most of the darkness in the canyon had completely receded, the quiet canyon woke up to the rough shouts of the orcs.

At the sound of the orcs' scolding, the ragged and skinny Terran slaves came out of the humble wooden houses.

Each slave with heavy shackles on his hands, looked numb, and walked slowly towards a steaming shed.

No one spoke, no one looked up, just walked forward mechanically, and if it weren't for the rolling of the eyes, one might even mistake it for a group of walking corpses.

On the short stretch of road from the hut to the shack stood dozens of orcs armed with clubs and whips, staring at these corpse-like slaves with ferocious eyes.

At the entrance of the shed there was a large basket of wooden bowls, and each slave would bend down to pick up one as he walked by, and only then did there be a hint of life in their eyes.

There are two huge steaming iron pots next to them, and there is a black paste boiling in the pot, I don't know what it is?

There were also two Terran men standing next to the iron pot, although they were also slaves of the orcs, but neither of these men was shackled, and the clothes on their bodies and the expressions on their faces were obviously much stronger than the others.

Each of them held a wooden spoon in his hand, and each slave with a wooden bowl in his hand served a spoonful of black food from the pot.

The Terran slaves kept their feet on their feet, holding wooden bowls as they walked and began to suck and drink the food inside.

More than 100 meters from the workshop to the mine under the cliff, these slaves not only ate everything, but even licked the wooden bowls clean.

At the entrance of the cave stood two Terran men, who stepped forward to take back the wooden bowls from each slave's hand and put them in a large basket next to them. Then they were unshackled with a key, and handed them a pickaxe and a basket, while the slaves carried their things into the hole.

From the time they were woken up in the morning to the time they entered the mines, the whole process of the day's labor took no more than ten minutes, and these human slaves were crushed like livestock.

Is it cruel?

On the other hand, the Terrans did the same to orc slaves!

In the shadows under the cliff on the other side, a pair of eyes were secretly watching everything in front of them.

Despite the objections of Jose, Monkey and others, Arthur chose to take the risk of sliding down the cliff wall into the canyon to find out.

As the Terran slaves entered the mines, the orcs in charge of guarding and supervising gradually relaxed. Except for the seven or eight who had been keeping an eye on the entrance of the cave, the other orcs gathered under a few sheds and began to eat.

The orcs ate only the real food, large pieces of dried meat and minced porridge mixed with vegetable meat, and even a few plates of seasoned wild vegetables.

It was still the Terran men who were in charge of serving, moving to wipe the table, serving porridge and serving food, all the time with nodding and bowing and a deferential face, and in the end it was just some leftovers from the orc bowl.

The once iron-clad warrior now has to live in a servile way.

Arthur also understood them when he grieved for them, and Arthur, who had come out of the orc camp, had experienced what they were going through now. In order to survive, people will do whatever it takes to flatter orcs and betray them to their own people. All this just to survive, or even just a little better than the rest of the people who are also slaves.

But in the end, they will find that no matter what they do, the end result is still death, but a little longer than others. There is not one in a million who can get away with the orc camp like Arthur.

After serving the orcs for a meal, the men made a tour of the Terran slaves' cabins. Two bodies were taken out of the hut and thrown into a large pit a little farther away, into which a few shovels of earth mixed with gravel were thrown into it to bury them.

Even Arthur, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but sigh, he could see clearly that one of the two "corpses" was still struggling slightly in the process of being carried.

But in the eyes of these men, he is dead, and if he loses the ability to work, he loses the value of living with the orcs, and death is the final end.

After cleaning up the bodies, the men returned to the hut and began to prepare food. Although you don't have to go down to the pit to mine, you also don't have a moment to spare.

As it approached noon, Terran slaves came out of the mines. The slaves came to the workshop and carefully removed the ore from the basket, and each of them did not get much, that is, three or five pieces of silver ore the size of a fist.

The orcs would give the slaves food and water according to the amount of ore they handed in, basically one piece of ore for a ball of miscellaneous grains of almost the same size.

Only fist-sized cereal balls, the hungry slaves swallowed them in two mouthfuls, and their morning's harvest was barely enough to satisfy their hunger.

The slaves who had been given food continued to return to the mines, where they had to begin their labor for the next meal, day after day, over and over again, with no end in sight.

The orcs don't need to go down to the pit to manage at all, they only need to use food, and they firmly control these Terran slaves to mine for them honestly.

When the ore had been handed in enough to reach a small cart, a fire in the middle of the canyon was suddenly lit, and a stocky, stout dwarf came out of the low hut beside the stove.

The dwarf was only about the height of Arthur's chest, with high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, a red nose, and a long gray beard with knots.

The dwarf stretched his waist and cried out in a loud voice, "Where are my meat and wine?"

A Terran man ran quickly with a tray of wine and a chunk of meat.

The dwarf first picked up the flask and poured it, drank it all the time, wiped his mouth before going to get the meat on the tray, but at the same time his mouth complained, "The orc wine is so bad!"

"There are dwarves here!" this startled Arthur, who was hiding in the shadows, who had not paid any attention to the fire in the middle of the canyon.

The territory of the Dwarves is in the northernmost part of the continent of Belland, partially bordering the Loki Mountains of the Azure Eagle Clan and the Necronomical Highlands of the Holo Kingdom, the northernmost part of the Terrans.

Although the territory of the dwarves is not completely forbidden to other intelligent races like the elves, it is also relatively closed and independent, and there are very few traces of dwarves in the territory of other races.

This sunken canyon is full of strange things, not only is there so many Terran slaves imprisoned, but extremely rare dwarves also appear in the canyon. There is also the food and equipment on the orcs who are responsible for guarding them, which are far stronger than the ordinary warriors in the orc army, almost equivalent to the equipment and treatment of the core guard warriors of the patriarchs of the big tribes.

Is this just an ordinary mine?

Arthur seems to have inadvertently broken a secret......