The dark night covered the empty field.

A gathering place inhabited by Negros, low wooden houses are still lit and a little light at this time, and many Negros who have been busy all day are sitting together one by one, enjoying the rare peace of the day.

The heavy work and excessive oppression had deprived many of the gathered Negros of their laughter at the party, and most of their faces were sluggish and numb, as if all their enthusiasm had been drained by life.

Musa took a sip of the hot soup from his bowl, and the mixture of vegetables and meat foam ran down his mouth and into his stomach, so that his strong body, which had been tired all day, seemed to be awakened, and the growing hunger began to appear.

A black woman dressed as a servant in a white hat and a white dress handed him a large piece of dry black bread, which Mosa grabbed directly with his thick palm, and did not cut it with a knife or break it with a small petal with his fingers, as others do, but directly picked it up and bit it fiercely.

After tearing a mouthful of the black bread, Mosa paused slightly, reached out and broke off a piece from the other end of the bread, and handed it to a thin figure sitting behind him.

"Eat, Medea."

The thin figure stretched out his orange-peeled hands, and after taking the piece of black bread, he suddenly threw it on the ground with a bang, and then stepped on it, and scolded angrily:

"Is this the life you want to live? The former dependents of the sky and the earth, the ruler of all beasts, now need such a small amount of food from those monsters. Mosa, you have disgraced your blood, and you have suffered here with countless people. ”

Many of the Negro men and women present, and even many children, were startled by the movements of the thin figure.

They did not know the old woman who had suddenly appeared, whom Mousa had brought back after his work in the fields to-day, whose hair had turned white and whose body looked thin, but who now seemed to be talking in a loud voice.

Mosa moved his bear-like physique, first reached out and picked up the piece of black bread that had been trampled on the ground, and then said slowly: "All the food here is grown by us, and it is a condensation of our blood and sweat, and you cannot waste it, let alone trample on it." ”

The tone is calm, so that no one can hear the slightest anger.

"Musa!" The tone of the black witch Medea rose sharply again, so sharp that everyone in the house seemed to be unable to help but cover their ears, and large clouds of black mist lingered around him, constantly condensing all kinds of hideous beast shapes. "You are a tribal warrior, a warrior who has inherited the strongest bloodline, but look at you now, you are more docile than a lamb."

"The mighty and bloody Negro warriors have long since been slain." Musa looked at the black mist beast behind Medea who was dancing with teeth and claws, as if he would choose people to eat in the next moment, without the slightest fear, but still very calm, "Only meekness can survive." ”

"Let's go, Medea. You're a wizard, I treat you with respect and don't want to hurt you. Moussa waved his hand, "I just want to live with my people now." ”

"I knew it was going to be like this." There was a look of indescribable anger in the dark witch's cloudy eyes, a kind of indescribable pain in the insensitivity of her kind.

"I knew that I shouldn't waste my tongue, I should just sacrifice you as my treasure."

The tone of the black witch Medea became more and more cold, and her two most loyal people sacrificed themselves for her purpose, and she sacrificed to the evil spirits, becoming ugly and powerful monsters, but unfortunately they were killed by those more powerful beings when they were in Jinshan Harbor.

Along the way, she hoped to find more Negrons, hoping to awaken them and stand with her, but seeing all this now, she felt that these people might be more effective in refining into the beast soul monsters under her hands.

"What do you want to do, Medea?"

Moussa looked at the black witch in front of him, and his expression became a little wary, he knew that these wizards had many strange methods.

Bang –

Just when the atmosphere in the venue was a little anxious, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open.

An old black man with gray hair suddenly rushed in from outside and shouted at Moussa, who was standing in the room, "Musa, your wife, your daughters, they, they ......"

"What's wrong with them?"

Almost in one step, Moussa walked up to the gray-haired old black man, grabbed him by the shoulder, almost lifted him up, and asked in a loud voice.

The old black man, seemingly frightened by Musa's somewhat hideous expression, pointed to the outside of the hut, where a wooden cart was placed.

Musa shook off the old black man in his hand and threw himself at the wooden cart outside the door.

On top of the wooden cart are two lifeless Negro female bodies.

In an instant, Moussa's tears rolled down.

"It's really sweet, I didn't expect to be able to surprise me so much when I passed by."

A gloomy figure suddenly sounded in the darkness.

"I thought there weren't any slaves left here!"

It was a young white man dressed in a gentleman's attire who looked like he was not yet twenty years old, his face was pale, and there was a trace of red blood on the corner of his mouth.

This is a night walker, walking in the dark of night hunting for food.

Beside him, there lay a silent middle-aged white man, the same master who threatened to sell his wife and daughter if Mosa could not complete his work.

"Why are you doing this?"

Moussa got up from the front of the cart and walked up to the pale-looking young man.

"Haha......" the young white man laughed insolently, pointing to the corpse of the middle-aged white man on the ground, "you are slaves to him, and you are food to me." ”

The young white man looked at the tall Mousa in front of him, and the movement coming from the house behind him, and his expression became more and more excited, "There is so much food in this farm, it is really necessary to let the guys who always say that the south is almost empty come to take a look." ”

"We couldn't be slaves if we wanted to."

The tears in Moussa's eyes had not yet been wiped away, and a complex expression of despair and seeming to have broken free from his shackles had appeared on his face.

Suddenly, the Nightcrawler, who had just looked arrogant, felt an incomparably terrifying aura, and the burly Negro slave in front of him suddenly made him feel a strong sense of crisis.

Almost instinctively, he disappeared and quickly retreated to the side, trying to escape.

But a thick black palm moved faster than him, and it pulled him out of the darkness directly.

With a click, the entire skull was crushed by the thick black palm.

More Negros came out of the hut and looked at Mussa's burly figure, and at this moment they seemed to hear the roar and neighing of many beasts in Moussa's body.

Standing at the back of the crowd, the black mist Medea quietly dispersed the lingering black mist, and a strange smile appeared on the orange-covered face.

"Vengeance, my people!"