Future, Sangwu, Modi, Tivod, plus Karma and the slaves who had just been rescued from the Armory Foundry, a total of six people fled south from the outskirts of Napoleland's capital, the Holy City, and after running on and off for a day and a night, they finally found a place to hide in a hidden col, and the exhausted few people immediately fell asleep. Thanks to the civil war in the Holy City, the Nabolanders are now very busy, and the pursuers will not follow them so far.

When they woke up, the night sky was already full of stars, and the hungry people wandered around the dim mountains for a long time before they hunted a beast that barely fed the stomachs of a few people, and then everyone gathered around the fire to roast meat together.

"How did you save only one person?" asked Kama.

Future and Modi glanced at each other across the fire, and they both found helplessness and incomprehension in each other's eyes without surprise. To be honest, none of the three of them, including Tiward, could understand the slaves' thoughts, so they all looked at Sang-no.

Sang Wu picked up the dry wood from the fire with a wooden stick to make the fire burn more vigorously so as to drive away the cool air in the middle of the night, and then slowly spoke: "Some people have been slaves since birth, so they don't realize that they are being enslaved. How can those who have never felt free understand the meaning of freedom? They live only to be fed and clothed, and as long as they have food and shelter, they are already grateful to Dade. Even those who were reduced from prisoners of war to slaves, the nobles never gave them a chance to eat, and always consciously controlled their hunger, neither enough nor starved to death, so that they kept their cravings for food for a long time. In the course of time, the slaves had no other pursuits than to trade for food and lodging, and became completely obedient instruments of labor, and the deprivation of freedom had long since been offset by the formalized short-term profits. In their view, the slave pen was hard, but at least they could get some food and shelter to feed their hunger. After leaving the slave pen, he had neither land nor a place to live, no matter where he fled. Moreover, once the escaped slaves are caught, most of them will not end well. So, freedom is worthless to them. ”

"Heh," the big man, who had half his face covered with his beard, scoffed suddenly, "they hardly think, and they follow what the people around them do, and that's the only way to reassure them." People who do not have any ideals and pursuits are most likely to succumb to this slave life with only a little insecurity. Although he has been hopeless for many years, he is reluctant to live that hard life, and would rather continue to hide in the dark, cowering and complaining, rather than risk an unpredictable future. Hmph, people who are reluctant to sacrifice their immediate interests do not deserve long-term freedom at all. ”

It is the hopelessness of life that makes them fear the slim freedom, so they prefer to submit to a tyrant who gives them little security, rather than have the courage to open up a new future of freedom and autonomy. Perhaps this kind of inferiority and masochistic mentality is the real slave shackles. "But we can't blame them entirely, can we? after all, we're the persecution inflicted on people by the culture of slavery that we're proud of." Sometimes, people simply cannot control their own destiny because almost all of their ways of life come from the very limited means provided for them by their environment, and people have to abide by these cultural rules in order to survive. ”

"In this case, I must have been a rebel who didn't follow the rules of culture, so I almost burned to death. In short, my current freedom was bought with my life. The people of my hometown, who believe in those stupid values, who live in fear of reporting each other all the time, who have no self-esteem or self-confidence, who never think about why we live like this?" In order to change her mood, she quickly looked at the new partner and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

The person who was asked couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and thought for a while before slowly replying: "Yan redundant...... It's been so long since anyone asked for my name that I almost forgot myself. ”

"Yan redundant, Yan redundant ......" Mo Di chewed on the name slowly, and couldn't help but think about it. "It's a familiar word, but I can't remember where I've heard it......"

"Heh, at your age, it's very rare to know this name. Yan Xuan's laughter sounded low and powerful.

"At my age......?" a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind, and Mo Di quickly searched his memory, he was Chinese New Year's Eve six years old, so to speak...... He looked up and exclaimed, "Ah! I remembered, and finally remembered, I had seen this name in the history books. Flame redundant, flame redundant - it's the fire god of fog!"

"Fire, fire god?" Tiward looked suspiciously at the burly, scruffy bearded rough man, who didn't look like a god by any means.

Everyone was amused by Tiward's exaggerated expression, and Mo Di patted him on the shoulder and explained, "What are you thinking? Misty is a country that was destroyed by Naboland thirty-one years ago, and Misty Naruto believes in the god of fire, Flame Rush. Moreover, Yan Shu is also the surname of the royal family of Wuming......"

Speaking of this, Mo Di couldn't help but be shocked, and suddenly remembered the record in a certain history book: Jianing, the capital of the fog at that time, was slaughtered by the Napolens, and no one was left alive...... So, he put away his smile for a moment, and asked solemnly, "Are you the orphan of the Wuming royal family?"

Yan Xun stared at the blazing flames, his eyes precipitated with old sorrow, and inadvertently flipped the roast hanging on the fire, and replied deeply and slowly: "I was only twelve years old when I was imprisoned in the slavery by the Napolelanders, and now I am forty-three. ”

"Have you been trapped for thirty years......" Sang sighed without feeling. Yan Shu had been a slave for twenty years longer than him, and for a while he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know what to say next.

Yan Shu slowly recalled the years that had passed for a long time, but still made him extremely sad.

"The people of Napoleand forced us to abandon the god of fire and worship the god of the lizard. But the god of fire is the only god in our more than 400-year history, and although my father and ministers would rather die than give in, my eldest brother, he can't bear to let the young me perish with the motherland. At that time, I had just passed my twelfth birthday, and he couldn't bear to understand anything. So, the eldest brother hid from my father and asked a faithful servant to quietly send me out of the palace and escape from the capital city of Jianing. My father probably didn't want us to become Napole's slaves, so he would rather die than give in. It took me thirty years to figure out why my father didn't give me another name, but just my last name. I think my eldest brother must have understood my father's intention in choosing my name for me, so he stubbornly sent me away, even though he knew that I would not escape the fate of being a slave. Because, 'Yan Redundant' is not only the surname of the family, but also the belief of the entire nation, and it is the great love they give me. This love is the belief that sustains me to continue to live, and it is a guiding light that they have left me, so that I will not lose myself even if I am deep in darkness. ”

Hearing this, Mo Di couldn't help but sigh deeply: "'Yan Shu' is a god representing light and power, and it is one of the earliest recorded gods in the civilization of the Eastern Continent. In fact, there are written records of antiquity more than 1,000 years ago, even before the reign of the heroic emperor Yiwan Sukaranna. After the fall of the Ancient Hill Empire founded by Sukarlana the Great, the Eastern Continent began to be divided among the nobles, and the war lasted for more than a thousand years and has not ended to this day. Many good civilizations have been destroyed by war, and there are not many things that can be passed down. The only country in the history of the Eastern Continent without slaves, Legend has it that it was first founded by a group of craftsmen, and after being destroyed by the Nabolanders, the god of light and power, 'Yan Shu', was gradually forgotten. If I hadn't met you today, I'm afraid I wouldn't have remembered a dusty history book that had once been in the corner of the Asmara Library. It's a pity that the only library in Asmara has now been burned to ashes by the fire......"

"Yes, what a pity! The library that the adults had painstakingly collected for many years and painstakingly collected books was finally built by those foolish people. Asmara has ruined the mind of the adults......" Tiward muttered angrily, and his eyes were so red that he couldn't make a sound at the mention of the sore spot.

Thinking of the library that might be the largest collection of books in the Eastern Continent, Mo Di couldn't help but feel sad, but seeing Tiwode's indignant face, he took the initiative to change the topic: "By the way, the destination of our southward journey this time is the old capital of Wuming-Jianing. ”

Hearing this, Yan Shu's eyes lit up, and he suddenly came to his senses, and the beautiful hometown in his memory gradually came to mind, looking at Mo Di with an expectant face. At this time, Tiward wondered inappropriately, "My lord, isn't the place we are going to be in the Devil's Forest south of Napoleland?

"Devil's Forest, what's going on?" Yan Shu said in surprise.

"Hmm...... You left Jianing City at the age of twelve, and you have been imprisoned in Napoleand, so you must not know what happened next, right?" Mo Di couldn't bear to hurt Yan Xuan's feelings, so he had to be cautious in his words and slowly tell the truth. "Kiri Naruto would rather die than change his faith and refuse to be a slave, so the Naboland people launched a massacre order against Jianin City, more than 300,000 people...... Not a single living mouth was left, and the city was full of blood, and even the corpses were unburied. Later, the Nabolandians burned all of the Fogming's tomes and left with a swagger, turning the city of Canin into a dead city overnight. Soon after, widespread rumors began to circulate that ghosts often roamed the ruins of Jianing City, and many people confirmed that they had seen them with their own eyes. Gradually, no one dared to come near it again, and even the people of Napoleand abandoned the land. Over time, the former Jianing City was known as the Devil's City, and because it was uninhabited for a long time, a forest gradually grew around the city, and now it is called the Devil's Forest. ”

After listening, Yan Shu lowered his head silently, he thought that only the royal family and ministers would rather die than give in, but he didn't expect that more than 300,000 people in the whole city would ...... After a long time, no one dared to disturb him. Karma stole a glance out of the corner of her eye, and noticed that there was some dark sand on the ground in front of Yan Shu at some point, as if it had just been watered by raindrops.

Although everyone was hungry for a long time, the barbecue was chewed like dry firewood in the mouth, and the atmosphere was very solemn, and no one could have a good time.

When Yan Shu raised his head again, there was no melancholy in his eyes, maybe he had secretly sorted out his thoughts, but he may have hidden his grief in his heart, as if nothing had happened just now, he asked, "Why did you go to Jianing City?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It's just that Yan Shu's problem indirectly involves the streamer people, and only Karma and Yan Shu have never been in contact with the streamer people present, if they directly explain the reason, I don't know if they can accept it?

Mo Di and Sang Wu hesitated for a moment, and both turned their eyes to the future. On the one hand, it is because he is the only one here who has spent the longest time with the streamers, and he naturally has a deeper understanding of the streamers. On the other hand, it is due to the selfishness of Mo Di, who seems to have unconsciously overlapped the future with the ideal image of the king in his mind. Since their acquaintance, this young man's bearing and upright character have all made Mo Di feel surrendered. He thought to himself that if he could follow such an enlightened king, he might be able to realize his long-held ambition.

But Miku was apparently unaware of Silent Di's thoughts, and he pondered how he could explain to them the purpose of going to the Devil's Forest without frightening Karma and Yan Shu. After a while, he asked, "You all know about aliens, right?"