Chapter 3: Sea Tribe

In the mighty crowd, the Sea Clan slaves talked in small voices.

Some were complaining about the hard work of the day, others were discussing who had died under the overseer's bone demon today, but no matter what they discussed, they couldn't hide their tired and numb expressions.

The chains of the shackles of millions of slaves rubbed against the earth and stones on the ground, making a deafening sound.

It stands to reason that so many slaves walking together to the eastern part of Galo Island should cause crowding, riots, and even stampedes, but these things did not happen to the Sea Clan slaves, because millions of slaves like walking corpses have already engraved the order demanded by the overseer in their hearts.

For example, just after the overseers had left, the slaves did not immediately rush in the direction of their homes with cheers, but finished their work and walked towards the eastern part of the island one after another.

The slaves knew that if they made a mess of the mines, they would be flogged, beaten, spittled and abused in hell.

After thousands of years of enslavement, servility has long been deeply engraved in the bones of the Sea Clan. They simply cannot escape the fact of being enslaved, except by death.

But in this world, a world as cold and unforgiving as hell, how can it be so easy to get the liberation of death.

Although it is common for overseers to kill slaves in the mines, the bone demon who is the overseer will also suffer the corresponding punishment for killing the slave, after all, the life of the slave belongs to the "king" of each island and the "god" of the holy world, not to the overseer.

Slaves are an inexhaustible but valuable resource in the Holy Land, as can be seen from the Holy Land's forced orders for slaves to reproduce and to shackle slaves to prevent suicide.

in the crowd. Tired old Potter slowly walked forward with a heavy chain, his eyes occasionally sweeping the gray sky overhead, and he couldn't help but fantasize about the coming relief of death.

Although Porter Sr. had feared that after his death, his grandson, Parker Jr., would have lost the care of his only relative, and would live an even more miserable life, but this worry was compared to a lifetime of slavery. It's not so important anymore.

Or it can be said that Old Potter has long seen the cruelty of reality, and it is not something he can control. So, Old Porter chose to ignore and escape.

The innate status of a slave, the successive deaths of relatives and more than 400 years of slave life have long made Old Porter's heart numb.

It's not that Old Potter is ruthless, it's that Old Potter simply doesn't have the capital to worry about others, Old Potter only looks forward to the coming of night every day, and only thinks about how to do his own job every day, so as not to attract the anger and whipping of the Overseer Bone Demon.

This hellish life. Old Porter didn't want to hold on for a second. But in this world where death is a luxury, Old Potter can only survive, because of the existence of shackles, he can't even kill himself.

The metal shackles worn on the slaves' feet were made of special materials, which were not only extremely heavy and strong, but also had the property of repelling the natural elements, so that slaves who were forced to wear shackles at the age of twelve could not practice for the rest of their lives.

And in this hellish world. The natural elements are almost pitiful, and there is a strong dark aura everywhere.

Except for the Abyssal Clan, Warcraft, and a few Dark Races. Dark Demonic Qi is comparable to almost all races, and inhaling a large amount of Dark Demonic Qi is tantamount to a suicidal act.

Moreover, being in a world full of dark demonic energy for a long time will cause the physique of these races that are compatible with dark demonic energy to decline directly. A race like the Sea Clan, which has been enslaved for thousands of years, is not to say that it is a rebellion. Even the normal life cycle is in a state of decline.

It can be said that in the Holy Land, the life and death of slaves, as well as their lives, are completely controlled by the "king".

At a time when the Sea Tribes had not yet disappeared into the long history of the continent. They hadn't come to this cruel world yet, they hadn't been enslaved by the Abyss race, and at that time, the Sea Clan, known as the Children of the Sea, was still one of the top races on the continent.

Whether it is the proud natural physique of the Sea Clan or their long life, they are all existences that other races look up to.

In that long ago, the average lifespan of the Sea Clan was three thousand years old, which means that a Sea Clan could normally survive for about three thousand years, and its strength was very strong, and its racial talent was second only to the Dragon Clan and the Abyss Clan, and it was on par with the Elf Clan.

The dragon clan is the most powerful race on the continent, born to be a strong man in the legendary realm, and the dragon clan who has awakened the talent of dragon language magic is the power that can dominate the stars, and it is the strongest race in the continent that deserves it.

So you can imagine how powerful the Sea Clan, which is second only to the Dragon Clan, should have been.

In ancient times, the Sea Clan was born with the strength of nine stars, and some of the Sea Clans with strong bloodline talents, such as the Wang clan of the Sea Clan, were born with legendary powerful bloodline talents.

But the past is the past after all, and the Sea Clan, which has been enslaved for thousands of years at this time, is no longer the powerful race of the past, and even the race living on the continent now has almost forgotten the existence of the Sea Clan.

Trapped by the Abyss Clan in this unknown world called the "Holy Land", the Sea Clan's power is gone. At this time, as a slave, not only was the average strength of the Sea Clan unable to reach three stars, but the average life expectancy plummeted to about five hundred years old.

The entire Sea Clan has been ruthlessly enslaved for thousands of years, causing the Sea Clan's own history, culture, and even bloodline talent to disappear into the passage of time.

The glorious glory and strength of the Sea Clan back then have long been forgotten.

Even the Sea Clan, who is a slave at this moment, doesn't even know the bloodline talent of their own clan, after all, they were born in shackles, forbidden to cultivate, forbidden to spread their own culture and history, so that the Sea Clan has become a slave in the true sense, a slave who lives and dies without his own.

Among today's sea tribes, old Porter is still a relatively special sea tribe, because he has heard his parents tell a little about the history of the sea tribe, and knows that the sea tribe used to be the top existence on the continent, and he also knows that the sea tribe did not live in this hellish world, but lived in an ocean that can be regarded as heaven.

Old Potter turned his head to look at the rough sea, and sneered to himself, if he hadn't lived on the coast, maybe he wouldn't have even had the experience of going to sea in his life.

And the ocean full of dark demonic energy in front of him is clearly a thorny wall used to prevent the sea clan slaves from escaping.

The more you know, the more you have to worry and the more you fear, and this is very evident in the case of Old Porter.

Old Potter knew the past of the Sea Clan and the strength of the Sea Clan, but it was precisely because he knew these histories that were not known to most of the Sea Clan, as a slave, he would be able to appreciate the horror of the Abyss Clan more than other Sea Clan slaves.

Therefore, compared to other Sea Clan slaves, Old Potter lived a more cowardly, more cautious, and more cautious life.

Old Potter's fear of the Abyss has reached an unstoppable level.

Interestingly, from the point of view of the Bone Demon Overseer, Old Potter was the most obedient and conscious slave. Of course, he is also the most boring slave, because Old Porter's obedience makes the evil taste and ruthlessness in the hearts of the bone demon overseers nowhere to be used. (To be continued.) )