In the sky, heavy dark clouds piled up a few more points, creating a crushing momentum. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Below, the suffering slaves traveled non-stop through the southern city to the final destination, the Xicheng slave camp.

Along the way, all kinds of demons are harsh and ruthless, and the strength of the guards is simply desperate! No one still has any hope of escaping!

When the harsh environment of the West City was revealed after crossing the flat stone slabs of the South City, the yellow sand-like ground was extremely hot, the environment was depressing, lifeless, and only a huge stone monument erected reminded everyone.

"Ahh

Like the skeletons, they originally lived in the necromantic realm, but were later recreated by the Lich as one of the subordinate races. Because the special formula burned on the surface of its skin has a huge resistance to magic, it is one of the last things that mages on the battlefield want to face.

The Skeleton Commander, who was escorting the slaves, was reluctant to say much, and directly handed over control to Mona Galio, the Gargoyle Warden.

Mona was well versed in dealing with slaves, and directed his men to take them into the vacant cells of the slave camps.

Following Skarna, Ike enters the demonized camp and is confronted by a series of quaint and strange stone cells.

Thick, twisted logs cut off the inside of the cell from the outside world, and the prisoners revealed their true faces.

Their faces were like vegetables, scrawny, and some leaned against the wall, their eyes blank, like the walking dead. Some clung to the railing, staring blankly at somewhere, lifeless. Others huddled in the corner, shivering.

The arrival of Ike and the others didn't arouse their interest at all, what is lifeless, this is!

Ike swallowed, the burning sensation in his arm not dissipating, but he couldn't care about it, because he read despair from these prisoners!

Chirping!

Scana felt the hem of his pants being tugged, and when he looked down, he saw an anxious Ike.

"It's fine. Scarna's pale words could only provide some comfort.

Boom!

With the assignment, the two were fortunate to be locked up in a cell, and Mona, the warden, walked in the corridor with a voice as loud as a bell.

"Welcome you damned slaves into here, my name is Mona Galio! I'm the cell boss here! Your lives will be in my hands! Of course, you'd better swallow those careful thoughts into your stomach and crush them completely, don't let me provoke my majesty! Don't let me catch anything! Hehe! If it happens, I promise you'll live rather than die!"

Ike grimaced and crouched in a corner of his own mind, while Skarna didn't know what to think on the cold stone bed.

At this point, the ordinary life of day after day has completely arrived, and they are waiting for the verdict of death at any time!

Each day, the gargoyles provided the slaves with two meals, a gray, slimy, foul-smelling pureed meal at noon, and a dark, hard wheat bread and a bowl of green soup in the evening, not to mention the meat, even a little greasy was a luxury. In order not to be tormented by gargoyles, the slaves had to swallow the food even if they were nauseated and unwilling!

Every few days, a group of slaves would be taken away, and they would never come back, and Ike understood, and all the slaves understood, and some even felt envious, because they had finally escaped from here, even if they couldn't go to heaven, even if they went to hell, it was much better than here.

In this environment, Scana's hope is not visible, and Ike has left it behind, and sometimes he thinks that he will be taken away, and maybe death will be a relief.

Squeak!

On this day, Ike heard a familiar sound while he was sleeping, and it was no less than the final word for the prisoner.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the back of Skarna's departure. Ike jerked and rushed to the railing, but the door lock was handcuffed by the gargoyle again.

"Skarna!"

Bite!

Skarna's heart shuddered, and he turned around to see the pair of eyes that were full of tears.

Ike sobbed, was Scana going to leave him, was there anyone who was taken by the gargoyle who could come back?

"I'll be back!" Scana said this, followed by the impatient gargoyle, leaving Ike alone on the ground and crying!

Thundered!

Thunder and drums roared, lightning flashed, and raindrops poured down, turning into a downpour in the blink of an eye, drenching the ground and washing away the sin.

Ike shrunk and shivered in the corner, he felt that the whole world had abandoned him, and Skarna's departure was more like destroying his last faith and spiritual sustenance, which was undoubtedly cruel for a child.

Time passed in the roar of a torrential rain, and the events of the morning were like a pebble thrown into the water, just a ripple. Who cares but Ike? It's going to happen every day, it's just a matter of time.

When night fell, the cold wind was biting, and Ike was already in a daze, cold as if he was stepping on the footsteps of death.

Ike thought casually, his eyes were blurry, and he should be happy to die now.

"Ike-Ike-"

In a trance, the familiar voice was as warm as the sun, and Ike murmured, "Skarna, is that you? Is it really you? Is it that I'm dead too? That's wonderful! The priest said that there is no sorrow and no darkness in heaven, why hasn't there been light before my eyes?"

"I'm back!Ike!We're not dead!" The sudden sound finally woke up Ike, but more than that, the smell of meat filled the air!

"Hah!" Skarna crouched on the ground, carrying a box from which the smell of meat emanated. "Look, I've brought you something delicious, you must be hungry these days, aren't you?"

Ike threw himself into Skerna's arms and choked up, "Skarna, I thought you would never come back!"

"Silly boy, I promised you that I would protect you, how could I leave you?" Scana gently stroked Ike's little head, like a loving father. "Okay, let's eat it while it's hot, or it won't taste good when it gets cold. ”

"Yes!" Ike took the bowl of meat that Skarna handed him and began to devour it. Days of misery had left him physically and mentally exhausted, but this simple bowl of meat was enough for Ike to remember for the rest of his life.

"Eun-yes, what the hell are you doing Skarna, why are you still here..." Halfway through eating, Ike finally remembered something, they were on Demuilan Island, why did Skarna come back unharmed, and still bring back meat.

"Hah, I know some magical technology, so the lich decided to let me do some work, and in return they won't take my life for a while, and they will provide some simple food. Skarna chuckled.

"Really? That's great. Ike nodded, choosing to believe what Skaner said.

Tick - Tick -

The rain outside seemed to have stopped again, and even the dark clouds had thinned, and the moonlight could be faintly seen.

After that, Scana disappeared for a while, and when he returned, he would bring Ike a variety of food. This life also made the eyes of the slaves around them hot, and they almost stared with red eyes and swallowed their saliva. The last wish of these dying men was simple, to eat meat, but this was a luxury for them living in slave camps.

Another week passed, and the day of release arrived.

The Day of the Wind was the most anticipated day of the month, as they had an hour of free time, which was enough to comfort their souls temporarily, although they could not leave the area.

Ike looked better as a result of the week's nourishment, and followed Skarna as he walked through the desolate land. The breeze blew through him, making him feel a certain peace of mind.

"Ike, you stand for a moment, I'll go over for a moment. Scana suddenly said to Ike.

"Yes!" Although he didn't know what Skarna was trying to do, his instinctive dependence made him nod.

With a solemn expression, Skarna tightened his shirt and walked forward, where two fellows had gathered in the clearing. One person is more than 1.8 meters tall, thin as a bamboo pole, wearing a cowboy hat on his head, and has a goatee, looking shrewd and cunning. The other person was short, only more than 1.5 meters, with a sturdy body, and a full face and beard tied into a twisted shape. Later, Ike learned that this was the legendary dwarven race, a race known in the world as the Cast Soul.

"Skarna, I've been waiting for you for a long time. The tall man said lazily, and stretched out comfortably.

"You look pretty moist, goatee!" the dwarf glared at him.

The tall helpless stall hand, "Brass Hammer, I'm the great trickster Mr. Sith Ryder, don't call me a goatee!"

"Cut, with your little trick, it can only be just those who are ignorant and ignorant. Brass Hammer pouted disdainfully.

"Alright, let's not forget our purpose!" Scana snorted, and the stern gaze made the two of them shrink their necks and not dare to argue further.

"What a fuck******! I've been here for almost half a month and I still can't do anything!"

"Oh, I've made it out and become a handyman, oh my God, I'll be disgraced if the Falkel guys know about me!" grumbled the Sith.

"I've infiltrated the Lich's lab, but I still can't get in touch with the Source Project!" Skarna's face was gloomy, "Although the data shows that the Source Project requires a demonic physique, we can't gamble! Destruction is the best course of action!"

"Then keep hiding. The Sith lowered the brim of his hat and walked away casually.

The copper hammer lay down on the spot, pretending to have nothing to do, and Scana silently turned away, things don't happen overnight, time, they need time!

Biting on a small yellow grass, Skarna slowly retreated, and before long, there was a quarrel in his ears.

I saw Ike surrounded by a group of ragged slaves, and his thin figure seemed so insignificant!

His arms fell vertically, his face flushed, his neck stretched out, and he roared out almost with all the strength of his body, "Skarna is not a traitor!

"Oh, ugly ghost, you still say that you are not a traitor? Every day you go out and come back intact! The food is different from ours! It is really moisturizing! A villain like him will be with a mongrel monster like you! Let me teach you a good lesson!" a scrawny man sneered and insulted, his bloodshot eyes almost glaring out of his sockets, and his dry claws were raised, ready to fall at any moment.

"Traitor, traitor!" the slaves roared, the threat of death driving them into absolute madness, and the jealous Skarna and Ike became the outlets. Perhaps from the moment they set foot on this island, they were no longer whole people.

Ike retorted loudly, he had encountered a lot of scorn and contempt, but he would never allow this group of guys to ruin Skerna's reputation! In his mind, Skarna was the best person in the world, the most perfect man!

The word "Get out!" was like a thunderclap on the ground, drawing the eyes of all the slaves. The gentle man in Ike's memory was gone, replaced by a man full of might, his indifferent eyes scanned around, and the slaves trembled, and they involuntarily lowered their heads. What kind of gaze is that, like a knife and a sword?

"Cut!" the thin man looked embarrassed, but finally succumbed to the power and left angrily, and the slaves around him immediately dispersed.

"Skarna!" Ike pursed his lips, trying not to let the tears fall.

"It's all right!" Scana gently hugged the child, stroking his bumpy head, comforting the fragile heart.

"You're not a traitor, are you?" Ike looked up, his eyes flashing with hope, his stubbornness sometimes bruising his body.

"No! it wasn't, it wasn't, it won't be!" Skarna's words were soft but resolute.

"That's good, that's good..." Ike repeated.

"But Ike, if something happens one day that we don't want to see, you have to believe me, okay?" Scana said solemnly, leaving Ike scratching his head.

"What don't you want to do?"

"Nothing, Ike, you have to trust me, I won't lie to you. Scana said lightly, with an indelible sorrow in the corner of his eye.

"Yes, I'll believe you!!" replied Ike with an oath.