The entire black furnace mine is divided into four large areas, each area has several large and small ore faces, and human beings control one medium and one small ore face in the eastern area, so the gathering area is composed of a series of abandoned mine caves around it.

No sooner had he crossed the long, wide passage than the thin young man named Rams grabbed Unas and led him around to a small, dimly lit cavern.

In the corner, there was a barely polished stone bed, on which was lying a middle-aged man with white hair and gray beard, his muscles were knotted, and his calves were tied with hemp rope by two splints.

"Uncle Sam, I'll bring a paladin, and he'll be able to heal you!" Rams walked briskly to the side of the stone bed and said with some excitement.

Unas had never made such assurances, but it was not good to blow the patient's confidence to his face, so he said nothing.

Sam looked him up and down, his eyes suspicious, "You're a paladin?" Can paladins also be captured as slaves? ”

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, marrying a wife and having children, paladins are just ordinary people," Unas took two steps forward, "Let me see your legs." ”

Seeing that the middle-aged man was still hesitant, Unas released a holy light spell on his leg, "Don't you feel better?" ”

The doubt in Sam's eyes disappeared a lot, "The holy light is above, bother the adults to check." ”

Unas sat on a stone bed, had been through several wars, and had seen many scenes of doctors or priests dealing with the wounded, so the basic posture would have been the same.

Gently dismantling the splint, a stench wafted away, the wound where the black blood clotted was swollen and suppurated, and there were already some signs of slight decay, he turned around and asked, "Isn't there any medicine here?" ”

"No," Rams looked nervous as he looked at the wound, which showed no signs of healing.

"The limited medicines are controlled in the hands of a few leaders, and they are to be used on people who can protect everyone, and an old waste man like me who can only mine can't enjoy it." Sam didn't know if he was complaining or feeling sorry for himself.

Unas nodded, touched his bones again, pushed the somewhat offset leg bones back into place, and pulled out a bottle of wine, a dagger, and two bullets from the fig leaf (which was actually the space pack).

Sam, who was sweating profusely in pain, exclaimed in surprise, "This is impossible! All the slaves who came in had to be searched several times, how did you get these things with you? ”

"You don't have to worry about that," Unas washed his dagger with wine, "endure the pain, I'm going to cut off all the dead flesh." ”

Sam and Rams hadn't recovered from their surprise yet, and they stared at Unas's crotch, unable to imagine how it could hold so many things.

Unas quickly cut off all the necrotic tissue, red blood came out, rinsed the wound with wine, disassembled the bullet and poured gunpowder on it, although Sam called himself a waste, he was definitely a man in pain, and he didn't scream in pain the whole time.

"Hand over the fire." Unas instructed that it was too extravagant to light a fire with a crimson diamond, and that it would reveal the information that he was in possession of a treasure.

Rams hurriedly took down the torch from the cave wall and presented it, Unas pressed the middle-aged man's thigh tightly, popped out a few sparks with his fingers, and the gunpowder on the wound was ignited with a stabbing sound, instantly burning the wound, Sam shivered in pain on the stone bed, and almost fainted.

After re-tying the splint, Unas released a few more holy light spells, and applied all the buffs to the middle-aged man, whether they were useful or not, and the increase in attributes could also enhance his resistance to a greater or lesser extent.

"That's all I can do, it's up to you to recover next, rest well, if the wound doesn't re-infect in a few days, it's only a matter of time before your leg heals."

"Thank you, Lord Paladin!" Rams rushed to the bed and wiped the middle-aged man's sweat.

Sam also nodded weakly to Unas in thanks, exhausted from even the strength to speak, and soon fell into a coma.

After Rams cooked for the middle-aged man, he said to Unas, who was resting on the side, "Your Excellency is from Blackbeard...... Slave, slave, I'll take you to Riddle first, the human leader of the Blackbeards. ”

"Blackbeard? What is that? Do you still have gangs? ”

It turned out that there were no guards in the black furnace, no overseers, and the slaves had to dig up enough minerals every week to exchange food and a little subsistence from their masters, and of course, the more they handed in, the more they could get, and the more they didn't finish, they could only starve.

And the four major mine owners can only trade with their own slaves, no one can cross the line, the slaves' foreheads are branded with the slave owners' respective family marks, who belongs to whom at a glance, so that four large slave groups are formed, competing with each other for mineral resources, there is no royal law here, whoever is strong can get more resources.

In this way, the direct armed conflict between the four major mine owners was reduced to a competition between slaves in the mines, so although the slave mortality rate was high, the mine owners still had to fill in the number of people in order to fight for face and profit.

However, the actual situation is more complicated, some races do not want to kill each other, so they gather together to watch and help each other, such as the most vulnerable human beings, there are only more than 200 people in total, and they will only become the object of oppression if they are divided into different groups, so human beings gather together to fight against foreign enemies regardless of their masters, but they are still divided into four small groups internally.

Along the way, Rams briefed Unas on all of this.

Unas touched his forehead, the mark of the Blackbeard family, indicating that he had to fight for Blackbeard to snatch and dig for more minerals to earn food for himself.

He cleared the space bag, and several bags of whole coarse grain were thrown away when they resisted the black net, leaving only a small half-sack of corn and a few loose bread, more than forty bottles of wine, armor and a huge steel shield, and fourteen or fifteen spare weapons, in addition to some tents and other daily necessities, useless jewels and coins, and most importantly, crimson diamonds.

"Which gang are you from?" He asked Rams.

"Cold steel, my lord... Man is Samuel Cold Steel. ”

Rams seemed to have an iron felt figure on his forehead, and Unas was a little curious about what Blackbeard's mark was, could it be a Blackbeard dwarf?

After a few more turns, the two finally came to Riddle's cave, two strong men guarded the entrance of the cave, and one of the guards looked at the two of them a few times, looked at Unas's face and sneered: "Your new face must be the new Paladin, right?" Hahahaha, this is really the best joke I've ever heard this year. ”

The young men seemed to have spread the word about Unas, and the guard apparently didn't believe it.

(To be continued.) )