Twelve hours ago.....

"Eichenryde, no more! Not anymore! .....”

If it weren't for the eardrum-tearing screech of the soldier's whip, Draenor wouldn't have realized that these low wails were not his own inner voice, but the painful murmurs of the sailors.

"Yes, hometown, no more." Draenor held his cage in both hands, staring at the whipped POW sailors, once again immersed in the horror of being conquered by the Yaridan Empire.

The twenty-one-year-old had been living in the barracks since he was a child, and for those who had no parents, the barracks were his home. And now that Eichenryder has been swallowed up by the Empire, he has lost his last refuge.

Miracle In 1718, in the western part of the human continent of Canaan, the 14-year war between the Aridam Empire ("Das Aridam Reich") and the "Das Äxhin Ryder" ended in a landslide victory for the Aridam.

This means that the last small country around the Yaridan Empire has not escaped its frenzied devouring. The surrendered soldiers were left behind as slaves in their original lands, while more than 200 unyielding prisoners of war, including Draenor, were to be exiled by the Yaridan Empire to a narrow island in the western waters of Canaan.

"That's enough!" An emaciated soldier pushed a slave away with the back of his knife and said, "If it weren't for cheap slaves, Kaiser Friedrich II would have let us try the latest steam monster." Grill the tank hot with a scorching mountain of coal, and the giant monster will spin the wooden wheel and cross the ocean even if there is no wind. It's a lot more fun than dealing with slaves!"

"Watch your words, skinny monkey! How can the emperor's name be called whatever my generation wants!" A bearded veteran struck the thin soldier on the back with a war hammer.

The soldier called the Skinny Monkey looked unhappy, "Tsk, get in the way!" He smacked his tongue and kicked away an elderly slave next to him. Delaenor's eyes filled with rage, and he stared at the soldier through the cage.

"Look at what! Eichenryder's stupid big man!" A strong Yaridan soldier angrily kicked the cage that imprisoned Draenor.

Draenor's unusual height made him look even more awkward in the cage than the other POWs, and the kick hit his head on the railing, bleeding profusely.

"Draenor!" A young girl in a robe standing in a corner struggled to shake off the soldier's arm and ran towards Draenor. She tore off a corner of her robe, wiping the blood from Draenor's forehead.

"Sister Hedwin, can monastic robes be stained with human blood? Hahahaha! The brawny soldier scoffed, causing the other guards to laugh as well.

"It's nothing compared to the crimes of your Yaridans!" The nun looked up at the soldier who was taking the lead, and the strong man was so angry that he picked up his whip and threw it on her back.

"Who are you scaring with the kindness of the Yaridans to nuns and nurses! As long as we don't send you to death, we can do anything to you! ”

Sister Hedwin's blue eyes welled up with tears. But she knew she had no choice but to be strong enough to face the harsh reality.

Seeing that the soldier was about to pick up the whip again, the nun closed her eyes and waited for the piercing pain to come again, but when the whip screeched through the air, she didn't feel the slightest pain.

"Don't..... Rude to ladies .... Yaridan's dog! The nun opened her eyes, and saw Draenor stretch out a hand from the cage and grab the leather whip, the rope that had been used to bind his hands had been torn to the ground by brute force. As if he didn't feel pain, Draenor stared at the two soldiers with firm eyes and said:

"Bastard..... Don't you see the nuns in tears?" Before the strong man who wielded the whip could react, Draenor had already pulled the whip and threw it at him, right on the mouth of the strong soldier.

"Damn it, it looks like we have to die a Eichenrydnu today!" The soldier standing next to him with a spear hunched over.

"Wait!" The strong man who wielded the whip spat out a tooth, wiped his saliva and pointed at Draenor and said, "Interesting, that's a chance for you, big man." Let's see which one is more suitable for kingship, Aridan or Aichenryder! ”

The brawny soldier took off his armor and shouted in a high voice. Seeing this, the bearded veteran beside the strong man shouted to the other soldiers:

"You guys! Take the rest of the captives to the top of the deck and do some work! Keep the wind out of your way! What's there to see! ”

The soldiers dragged the other prisoners out of the upper deck and closed the hatch.

"Let him out!" As soon as the strong man finished speaking, Draenor's cage was opened.

He strode out of the cage door, his tall figure and dark blue hair hanging down his ears made people shiver at the first sight of him, and even wondered if it was a human or a beast that had been imprisoned in the gladiatorial arena for dozens of days.

"You're very good at fighting," the strong man calmly raised his head and stared at him, "Then I hope you're also very resistant to beating!" Listen up! Let's compare our strength, and if you lose, you will be thrown down to feed the dragon whale; If you win, we'll treat the nun and give you a bigger cage by the way! Hahahaha! ”

"Draenor!" The nun grabbed Draenor's trouser legs, she was spread on the ground and pleaded with Draenor because of the pain, "It's useless, go back to Draenor, you can't win him, they'll find a way to torture ......"

"Shhhhh......hh ”

"Boom! Boom! The bearded soldier would smash the deck with his hammer to signal the start, but before the third sound could be heard, the brawny soldier rushed at Draenor, punching him in the wounded abdomen.

Draenor clutched his stomach in pain and lowered his head, and the strong man then slammed another punch into the wound on his forehead. Draenor felt his body become extremely heavy from severe dehydration, and he shook his head in a trance, reaching out to catch the punch that the soldier had sent next.

"Hmph, the half-starved captives still want to compete with the soldiers of the Yaridan Empire!" The strong man tried to withdraw his arm, but found that he couldn't get rid of Draenor's stubbornly clenched palm.

"Damn, this guy ....." Before the brawny man could finish speaking, Draenor jerked his head and threw the soldier to the ground. The soldier's head hit the bulge on the deck, and he howled in pain and rolled around.

The brawny soldier trembled and touched the back of his head, and when he saw the blood, he was so angry that he drew the dagger from his waist and was about to stab Draenor. Suddenly, with a dull knocking sound, the strong man's eyes rolled and he collapsed to the ground.

Draenor looked at the man who came out from behind the strong man in surprise, it was the bearded veteran! He patted the war hammer on his hand and said to himself: "What a trouble, the noble Yaridan people never abuse the weak, let alone go back on their word!" ”

The nun and Draenor looked at each other, stunned for moments.

"But whether you win or lose, you're dead, boy." The bearded soldier dropped his hammer to show that there was no threat to Draenor.

"Don't worry, I also have a son, probably as old as you. Of course, your father doesn't want his son to be abused as a prisoner by the enemy! ”

"Sir, God will protect you!" The nun thanked the bearded soldier as she redressed Draenor's wounds.

"Thank you, nun. But I can't do anything for him, and if the soldiers come back and see this view, this kid probably won't live long. Instead of watching him being slaughtered, it is better to run away! The bearded man said in a low voice, pointing to a chain outside the window.

"Oh, the chain! Did you look at it? Follow it, and down there is a small boat carrying loot! You climb down it, then hop on the boat and head north! The action is a little smaller! It's going to fog up, and as long as you don't make too much noise, you'll be able to escape! ”

Before the bearded man could finish speaking, there was a reprimand from the deck. "Oops! It's the inspector coming! Hurry up, I'll pretend to be knocked unconscious by you, they won't dare to poison the nuns and the faint old man!" ”

Draenor was about to open his mouth to thank him, but found that he was too badly injured to speak a complete sentence, and therefore unable to learn the name of his savior. So he just lowered his hair and let out a low grunt, said goodbye to the nun, and rolled out the window.

In a few moments, the fog covered the entire sea, and Draenor looked up at the mast, only to see the faint glow of the survey lights as they struggled to break through the fog.

Draenor looked at the bearded old man lying on the ground and pretended to be dizzy, and raised a hand to make a "down" gesture. He nodded knowingly, and cautiously descended the cold chains to the boat.