In the middle of the night, Desen woke up from a nightmare once again to find his face covered with tears.

The rickety cabin was crowded, with only a dim gas lamp overhead, and more than twenty people could be seen crammed into a narrow space of a dozen square meters.

The hot and humid air was mixed with the disgusting smell of sweat, which penetrated into the nostrils in bursts.

More than a month ago, Desen must have vomited, but now he is getting used to the smell.

He couldn't sleep, so he grabbed the chain on his wrist and sat up carefully against the wooden wall of the cabin, so as not to make a noise to wake the others.

Through the planks, the sound of the waves could be heard outside the boat.

"This time, I don't know where I'm going to be sent...... Dessen thought numbly.

The flickering light made his mind fly, and he remembered the nightmare just now, as if he had returned to the catastrophe he suffered more than a month ago, and his family was ruined and reduced to slavery.

His hometown of Monolon, a small city in the eastern part of the Duchy of Kmer, where his father ran a shop, and although he could not provide the luxury of an aristocratic life, he supported his family, sent himself and his sister to school, and lived a much happier life than a farmer outside the city.

If nothing else, he will be able to take over the family shop after two more years of training with his father, making it easy for his father, who has worked hard all his life.

However, the arrival of the Vena destroyed it all.

Monolong is more than 200 miles away from the border between the Duchy of Kemer and the Kingdom of Veno, and there are military fortresses and armies in front of it, but the Venorians do not know what to use, bypass the defense, and suddenly appear outside the city of Monolon.

Desen still remembers the day when the Vena cavalry broke the gates and guards in only half an hour.

These storm-believing thugs stormed the city, setting fire to the city, and a centuries-old city was reduced to rubble.

The tragic scene at that time will never be forgotten by Desen in his life.

His father and mother were killed by the butcher's knives of the Venas, and he and his sister hid in the cellar, but they still managed to escape their fate and were caught by the Venas. He tried to resist, but the Venar who had captured him was a transcendent being, crushing him with strength and speed, and was subdued before he could even draw his sword.

He and his sister were then shackled and escorted across the border into the kingdom of Venah, where they were eventually put on a slave ship with black cloth bags over their heads in a port.

By the time he took off the black cloth, it was already two days later, and he was dying of hunger.

I heard the knowledgeable clansmen around me say that the place where I am is is Shenzhen-Hong Kong City.

Deep Harbor City of the Orienser Empire!

Desen had always had a desire to visit the Orion Empire and see for himself one of the most powerful empires in the world, the mortal realm created by the legendary great wizards who were comparable to the gods. The nobles and wealthy of the Duchy of Kemer, as long as they had money, would send their children to the empire to be raised. It is said that several princes and princesses of Grand Duke Lenkmer grew up in the capital of the empire, Nosriel.

He didn't have the conditions, but when he was in school, he spent a few years learning Orion, but he didn't have the opportunity to make it.

He never imagined that he would come to the Empire as a slave.

What's even more disappointing is that I can't see the appearance of Shenzhen-Hong Kong City at all.

After disembarking from the slave ship, he was sent to a prison-like slave market overnight, with tall stone walls and stern guards blocking his view from looking outside.

The people were separated and locked up in dark prisons.

Dessen tried to escape, but there was no chance.

The only thing that made him glad was that the slave owners here did not deliberately abuse them, and they had two simple meals a day, and they could not eat enough, but they also did not starve to death.

It's been a muddy month.

Until the other day, when he was pulled out of his prison in chains by those guards and displayed like cargo, he knew that once again the time had come to decide his own tragic fate.

When he was scolded and looked up, he saw a man.

This man was very young, only in his early twenties, and should be about the same age as himself, but at the first sight of him, he was extremely impressed.

Desen had never seen such a person, tall and sturdy figure, wearing a simple light armor, a blood-red cloak behind his back was extremely eye-catching, but none of them were as shining as his appearance, his handsome face had a pair of clear and firm eyes, and his temperament was extraordinary, like a hero who came out of an epic!

He stood in that luxurious hall, surrounded by everyone around him, even the slave traders he had met once, nodding their heads and flattering faces.

Dessen couldn't describe how he felt, and his mind was completely shocked.

The man swept over himself and his people with a scrutinizing gaze, his eyes were as calm as a lake, and he vaguely stayed on his body for a moment, very briefly, I don't know if it was an illusion, he seemed to have been completely seen through, leaving no secrets.

Immediately after, he heard a sentence: "Another batch." ”

Then they were dragged back to their prisons.

Desen thought that he was not selected, which should have been a happy thing, but he was inexplicably a little lost in his heart, and kept thinking about the appearance and demeanor of that person in his mind.

The people in the prison were also whispering about the adult.

There was a lot of speculation, but no one could say for sure where he came from, and the only consensus was that the man must be a very powerful transcendent, and he must also be a nobleman of the Empire.

The day after that day, Desen and all his people were once again put on a slave ship.

This time the ship went farther at sea.

It's been four days, but the finish line has not yet been reached, and no one knows where they will be sent in the cabin. Some of the people were not accustomed to boating, and they fell ill because of it, but they were immediately treated by a pharmacist, as if they were afraid that something would happen to the slaves.

"Father, mother......" Desen muttered in a depressed voice.

He listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the boat, and before he knew it, tears flowed down again, but he didn't feel the slightest sleep.

I thought I was going to get through the night, but suddenly, a shrill alarm bell sounded in the cabin.

Everyone was awakened.

Bang bang bang!

The ship's guard knocked on the hatch door with a loud bang and shouted, "Everyone get up, get to the place, and get ready to disembark immediately." Who dares to delay time, be careful to eat the whip!"

Desen quickly stood up and woke up a few of his clansmen who were still in a daze.

After a moment, the hull shook slightly and stopped.

The fierce guards entered the cabin, chained the slaves one by one, and whipped them, driving them out to the deck.

It's still late at night outside, and the sea breeze is a little cool on your body.

"It's late autumn. ”

Dessen greedily took a breath of fresh air, tightened the linen coat on his body, looked outside, and suddenly found the slave ship parked in a large harbor.

He had never seen such a large port, with no end in sight in the night, hundreds of ships docked in the berths, the docks brightly lit, and many workers toiling at work. A thriving neighborhood has been built in the docks, and there is a lot of noise in the taverns and inns, and the people inside are playing all night.

Looking up into the distance, there are faintly tall buildings, reaching into the sky, and the lights in them are flickering, like stars in the sky.

Desen noticed an unusually dark cloud in the sky higher up.

It was too dark to see clearly, but there was a light shining in the clouds, barely revealing some vague outlines, as if hiding something huge.

"Where is this?" said Dessen to himself.

Not only him, but all the slaves were looking curiously, and involuntarily slowed down.

Syllable......

The guards whipped their whips, whistling in the air, shouting, "Look at it, don't go quickly!"

The slaves shrunk their necks and disembarked in horror one by one.

When they reached the docks, they found that there were more than a dozen huge cars parked here, heavy and long, larger than any car in the Duchy of Kemer, with rows of seats that could fit thirty or forty people, and dozens more.

Someone recognized it and whispered: "This is a bus, only in the big cities of the Empire." ”

Desen's eyes widened, he had longed for the empire for a long time, of course he knew what a bus was, and today he finally saw it.

The slaves were driven up and the whole car was packed.

Desen was lucky enough to grab a window seat, and the erect iron chair was uncomfortable to sit on, but it was better than standing in the aisle.

Groups of slaves disembarked from the ship and got into the car.

After a few moments, every car was packed, and with a roar of steam, the car slowly drove through the wide road on the dock and out of the harbor.

Desen discovers that the guards who transported him to the port are gone, and that a group of mercenaries and centaurs have taken over.

Each mercenary is a transcendent, wearing armor and holding a weapon, and they ride on the backs of centaurs and run on either side of the car's procession.

The bus sped through the darkness of the night, the road surface was smooth, and there was only a light bumpy feeling.

Desen looked curiously at the world outside the window.

He was already sure that this was still an empire, but he didn't know which city it was, and he had a few guesses in his mind that he couldn't make an accurate judgment.

Suddenly, the bus turned into a wider road, and as the bus advanced, a large area of tall buildings appeared on the right side of the front. Even at night, miles away, you can see that it is a brightly lit world, like a city that never sleeps!

In particular, the three towering buildings, the roofs of which cannot be seen when you look up, are like three huge pillars standing under the night.

This caught the eyes of all the slaves, and they let out a cry of amazement.

"I see, this is Mordu!" suddenly exclaimed one of the slaves, "my uncle has been to Mordu before, and he told me that these three buildings were built after the Wizard's Tower, and that they belonged to an earl of Glamorgan. ”

"It turned out to be a Modu ......," Desen suddenly thought to himself.

He calculated from the sailing time of the slave ships, counted the cities along the coast of the empire, and guessed that he was either in Mordu, or several large cities nearby.

The car continues to drive.

Finally, an hour later, the bus pulled into a large manor, a large farm to be exact, for most of the fields were empty just after the autumn harvest. Not far from the manor house, several large warehouses were built, and cars were parked in the open space in front of them.

"All down!"

Someone outside shouted, although the tone was not as vicious as that of the slave guards, and there was no whip warning, but the slaves did not dare to delay, and the orderly group got out of the car.

When all the slaves came down, the bus started to leave.

There were already people waiting in front of the warehouse, all of them looking like powerful transcendents, who divided more than a thousand slaves into five teams, each of more than 200 people, and distributed them into five large warehouses like factories.

Entering the warehouse, Desen found that it had been converted into a dormitory, divided into dozens of rooms with wooden planks. Each room has a row of large beds that can sleep seven or eight people side by side without being crowded, the beds are prepared with quilts and clothes, and there are washrooms and toilets in one area of the warehouse.

Although these conditions are still rudimentary, they are many times better than prisons and cabins.

Each slave was assigned a bed and a quilt and clothes.

The mercenaries unshackled and chained the slaves, seemingly completely unafraid of their escape.

Suddenly freed, Desen's first thought was to find a chance to escape, but he looked at the mercenaries guarding the door of the warehouse, and he couldn't beat any of them. Even if you instigate dozens of people, or even all the clansmen in the warehouse, to do it together, it is self-defeating.

The gap between ordinary people and transcendents is too great!

Desen lined up honestly, and after a simple wash, he felt a lot more comfortable physically and mentally. He lay on the bed, smelling the cotton cloth on the quilt, and finally relaxed, and unconsciously fell asleep.

This time, he didn't have another nightmare.