The military camps set up by the empire on the border were rudimentary, looking like super-large yurts, with about twenty of them.

The walls outside these barracks were imposing, about 100 meters high, but now there are scattered holes in the walls, some large enough to fit a horse-drawn carriage.

Through the iron cage, Mo Tian saw that in addition to the holes in the wall, there were many fist prints and palm prints, and he could guess that it must be the masterpiece of the orcs without thinking.

Being able to leave fist prints and palm prints on the walls reinforced by the magic array all show the strength of the orc's physical strength.

The sentry on the city wall saw that the Imperial Knights below were led by Stanny, and immediately blew the whistle, and it didn't take long for the gate of the city wall to open, and Mo Tian was brought into the city.

Inside the city wall, Mo Tian saw some ordinary people shirtless, sweating and pulling huge stones, and some people were hanging on the city wall with ropes, like spiders, mending those holes.

It can be seen that these ordinary people are coolies, there is no way, in the world dominated by magicians, ordinary people basically belong to the lowest level of society, unless you have a skill, such as striking iron or sewing.

Mo Tian was placed in the barracks where prisoners were mainly held, and coincidentally, he was alone in the huge barracks.

The barracks was dimly lit and deadly silent, and the smell of sweat came to the face, and it could be inferred that many people had gathered before.

Soon after, two Imperial soldiers entered the tent door, and they opened Motian's iron cage and led him to another barracks.

There were seven or eight people gathered in this barracks, except for Stanny, they were all unfamiliar faces, but in Motian's opinion, the status and strength of the person who could stand with Stanny was definitely not low, at least at the same level as him.

"Stanny, are you the last prisoners in Puga?" said a middle-aged man with a beard.

Stanny snorted coldly, "What? Do you have an opinion?"

"I don't have an opinion, how dare I have an opinion, I can only hope that your Pujia District will not lag behind, cannon fodder will always be your most. ”

"It seems that there are very few dead people on your side, and the entire city of Nalong is divided into prisoners, and the Lobo district you are in charge of is the most daring, have you counted the prisoners who have escaped in the past few days?"

The conversation between the two was a little weird, and Mo Tian could see that Stanny was at odds with the middle-aged man with the beard.

The middle-aged man spoke very impulsively, full of gunpowder, of course Stanny didn't let him, and the two went toe-to-toe.

There was a thick smell of gunpowder in the air, and it seemed that the two of them could fight at any moment.

At this time, in the crowd, a white-bearded and strong old man scolded angrily: "You two are the captains of the Imperial Knights, you are actually fighting with each other, what is the difference between playing with mud children on the side of the road, it is really thrown into the face of the Empire." ”

The white-bearded old man spoke loudly and confidently, like a bell, and the entire military camp immediately fell silent.

This is also the first time Mo Tian has seen Stanny so respectful, and it can be seen that this white-bearded old man is the highest status and most authoritative person in this group.

"Stanny, there's only one prisoner in your Puga District this time?" asked the white-bearded old man.

Stanny nodded and replied respectfully, "Returning to the Elder Regiment, this is indeed the last prisoner in Pujia District. ”

The white-bearded old man's two white eyebrows were furrowed, like frost on the top of the bushes, his eyes were sharp, as sharp as a sharp sword, he glanced at Mo Tian lightly, and then sank his face.

Mo Tian's heart tightened, the pores on his body suddenly enlarged, and his hairs stood up like sharp needles.

This white-bearded old man is definitely a city-destroying level magician, Mo Tian is very sure in his heart, no wonder these people on the field are so respectful to him.

Mo Tian wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, glanced at the white-bearded old man very heartily, and then quickly lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.

"Stanny, what did he do?" the white-bearded old man fingered.

"I have deposed one of my reserve Imperial knights by vicious means. "Stanny doesn't talk much, but he tells the truth, and he doesn't drag his feet.

The white-bearded old man nodded, stroked his beard, and sighed: "It's a pity that such a good seedling was sent to the border, the young man is impulsive!"

Stanny always maintained a humble attitude and smiled: "Alas, I feel sorry for him, but there is no way, he has violated the laws of the Empire, I can't turn a blind eye!"

"You, you don't know how to be flexible sometimes. The white-bearded old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Forget it, I won't say much, now that the orc clan is starting to move again, we can't relax, let's put a tracking bracelet on this one." ”

"Tracking bracelets, what is this?" Motian was curious.

Stanny walked up to Motian and said lightly, "Follow me!"

Mo Tian followed very consciously.

They came to a piece of air, and Stanny's eyes wandered around, so wary that he would not let go until he felt that there was no one else around.

"Who is that white-bearded old man?" Mo Tian asked first.

Stanny replied, "He is the Captain of the Nicens Regiment in charge of the Frontier Empire's army, and he has been stationed on the border of Naron City for decades, and he has a high prestige. ”

"Is he powerful?"

"Of course, he's a city-destroying level magician, and I can't beat him with ten. ”

"That's pretty powerful, city-destroying level magician, no wonder those orcs can't break through the border. ”

Stanny smiled, Xiao Motian thought too simply, and when he stayed at the border for a long time, he would understand that no matter how strong his personal strength was, it was difficult to influence the result.

The empire can now achieve such a big advantage, it is not for prisoners like Motian, without them to be cannon fodder, how can the empire's army drive the orcs back to their own territory so smoothly.

Stanny untied the forbidden handcuffs from Motian's hand, then took out a seal and printed a pattern on Motian's wrist.

Then, he recited a spell, and the pattern gradually turned into a pale red circle of light, which was wrapped around Motian's wrist, making it look like he was wearing a bracelet.

"Is this a tracking bracelet?" Motian wondered.

"That's right!" Stanny nodded, "This is for the Empire to monitor prisoners in case they escape, and the death count is counted." ”

"Oh!" Mo Tian understood that this thing was a tracker.

After doing all this, Stanny has said everything he should have said, he can only be in shape, and he must be heart-to-heart outside.

Mo Tian understood how cruel it was to survive on the border, but he was not timid, so he took a few sets of clothes and a few dry food and set out on the road.

Each prisoner has a number, and Motian's number is 1108, which means that he is the 110th and eighthest prisoners who come to the border.