1:463 Attack on the Heavenly Path (4)

"Whoa, a!!a

His vision regained a few seconds later, only to find that he was still in the cabin, late at night.

"Arthur?" the woman rubbed her eyes, "What's the matter, are you having nightmares?" "Mommy!!!" the little boy threw himself into his mother's arms and cried. That's when he realized he had a nightmare. The nightmare was so real that he almost thought that his mother was going to leave him like this, and that he was about to be killed.

"Don't cry, be good, be good, you have to learn to be strong. Eglyn hugged her son tightly, soothing Arthur's emotions.

"Woo woo woo is strong?" "Yes, strong. The woman said, "No matter what, you can't give up hope to live, don't give up until you are zuihou, this is strength." "Mom," the woman whispered, singing a lullaby.

"Ah--the leader of the morning glow, you weishenme soar with the wind, soar with the wind?

It is to awaken this shijie, the endless hope.

The light shines on the earth, the light of God whispers, and if there is love, there is a moment to see the light!

The little boy listened to his mother's lullaby and his spirit soothed. He felt that the atmosphere around him was a little strange. He looked closely at the scenery outside the window, and realized that the cabin he was in was very different from what he remembered: it was not on the prairie, it was surrounded by dilapidated houses.

The cabins are in the slums, surrounded by various houses made of iron sheets and rotten wood. The cabin was also different: the furniture was pitiful, and everywhere it was old and dirty.

Will they weishenme suddenly live in such a place?

Wrong. Not suddenly. They have always lived here. The knight Uther arranged for Iglian and his son to live in a small cabin in the slums, as the heavenly knight Gonther was chasing and killing them.

When did it happen? The little boy had no clue. He shook his head and explained to himself that he was in a daze.

The door of the rotten wooden house was slammed open. Rushing in was Uther, the Black Iron Knight.

"Igline, take Arthur with you, and flee quickly!" said Uther, "the Romans are coming! Camilo is about to be occupied!" "What?!Gonse is not-" "That kid is useless, not only did he suffer defeat, but he also took the initiative to defect to Rome! He betrayed all the armaments of Pantoraken, so that the Romans could attack so easily! I knew that this would be the case, and I would never give up the position of Heavenly Knight to anyone in the first place!" In exchange, it was the fall of the imperial capital Camillo.

Before he could finish his remorse, a flaming rocket had pierced his skull, sending Uther tumbling to the ground.

"Uther!!" Iglyn rushed desperately to give her husband first aid, but more arrows came from outside the door, shooting blood on the woman's chest.

"Woo!" the woman who fell to the ground looked at her beloved son with a dying breath: "Arthur run away, don't give up hope!" The little boy moved his trembling legs and struggled to get up, trying to escape.

But in the next second, the arrow had already pierced his head. Blood burst out of his brain, and he was killed instantly.

"Whoa, a

"Shhh

The boy came back to his senses and found his family of three hiding in a cave. There was no fire, and my father was afraid that the light of the fire would attract the Romans. My father was shot in the back and was seriously wounded, and if the Romans found this small cave where they were hiding, the family of three would surely die without a place to bury.

No, dying is the most haode end. The Roman army has captured all of Pantoracan, they are now dead, and the army is currently searching for civilians everywhere, trying to capture all the Pantoracan civilians and sell them as slaves.

Without hope, they had to live in hiding in the mountains. But the mother told the boy that they were still happy and that at least the family of three was still alive.

It was very cold in the cave on a winter night, and they couldn't light a campfire to keep them warm, so the father and mother had to hug the little boy tightly to keep him from catching a cold.

"It's alright, Arthur. We're going to get through it. The woman whispered in the little boy's ear, "Although the Eastern Heavenly Knights are completely destroyed, the other three knights are very strong, and they will definitely arrive in time to expel the Roman army." Surely they must be Uther, are you still awake?" the knight did not reply. Badly wounded, he had fallen asleep forever, his body gradually becoming cold, frozen and stiff by the cold winter night.

"Mommy is so cold," the little boy shuddered, "and she's so sleepy" "Arthur, hold on" The heat on the woman's body gradually faded away, and she fell asleep forever.

"Mom and Dad," the little boy's trembling slowly stopped. He was cold and sleepy, and the warmth from his parents could no longer be felt. Even though he was held tightly by two cold corpses, he was still unwilling to let go of his parents' hands, and just like that, even his own body temperature disappeared without a trace.

In the cold winter night, in the frozen cave, only three frozen corpses remained

"Whoa, a

Syllable!

"Woo!" the whip did not hit the little boy, his mother Igline helped him to block it.

"Woo, I'm sorry, he's just having a nightmare. I'll call him obedient. The woman said.

"Hmph!" the slave trader outside the cage raised his whip again in dissatisfaction, and the whip cut another bloody streak on the woman's ragged body.

The little boy looked at his surroundings. He and his mother had been captured for some time in the slave-carrying ship, which had hundreds of iron cages on its deck and sent thousands of Pantoraken's exiled slaves to Rome for sale.

The iron cage was filthy and sloppy, and the slightly wet haystacks smelled of urine and defecation, which was not an environment that people could live in.

"Arthur" Egleine, who was terminally ill from an infected wound, had already turned pale, and she had to stay up for days, and it seemed that the ship would not be able to reach Rome for more than a week.

"Mom may not be able to do it, but you must live!" After saying that, she gave up.

The little boy lay in his mother's arms and wept quietly. Even if a child like him had arrived in Rome, his fate would have been very tragic, and he would never have lived more than three weeks

He looked at the sharp spikes peeking out of the rim of the cage.

He shook his head, dispelling suicidal thoughts. His mother's last wish before she died allowed him to live, how could he disobey his mother's orders?

Just when his heart was like stagnant water, intending to live like the walking dead

A storm hit the transport ship. A tornado of hundreds of kilometers per hour swept the ship into the air, tearing all the people and cargo on board to pieces.

Pierced by the sharp metal fragments of the iron cage, and swept into the bottom of the sea by a fierce vortex, the little boy finally crashed into the reef at the bottom of the sea, and his flesh and blood were blurred. When the storm passed, he sank to the bottom of the sea on the verge of death, quietly watching the countless fish swimming in this dark ocean, tearing at his flesh and blood.

He closed his eyes forever.