"I don't have to worry about you doing things, as long as these people work hard and don't lag behind, you can do it yourself!" the dwarven general named Larsen patted him on the shoulder in encouragement, and left. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

They were far away from the prisoners, and the conversation was not loud, which was impossible for normal people to hear, but there was a not very normal monster He Jinshui in this group of people. He could hear the conversation between the two guys clearly, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

However, he didn't notice that in a corner not far away, there was a pair of eyes full of hatred staring at them angrily, the owner of the eyes was unkempt and ragged, and after He Jinshui turned his head to notice it, the owner of the eyes lowered his head a little weakly, and shrank into the crowd.

This person is the young patriarch of the human wolf village, the only surviving human wolf Gais, but since the destruction of the saroman stone in the village, he has lost his ability to transform and has become an ordinary villager again.

But he can't forget the glory of the past, and he can't forget the humiliation and hatred brought to him by these uninvited guests. At that time, he resolutely embarked on the road to the south, but when he passed through Haisha Town, he rested and slept on the way, and woke up to find that he had somehow come here and became a prisoner. The huge contrast made him crazy, but the strong ugliness made him persevere, gritted his teeth and persevered until now, the only belief that supported him was revenge, looking for an opportunity to escape, and going to the South Continent to rise again and wait for revenge!

Now that these enemies have become prisoners of the gods, they may be able to take advantage of the chaos to kill them and get revenge. Thinking of this, Gais's body trembled a little, and his throat couldn't help but make a loud sound. If it weren't for the huge disparity in strength and numbers between the two sides, he might have to pounce and bite the throats of these people directly.

The dwarven overseer (cell leader) himself stood at the door, watching with interest as the new villagers were dressed in strings, listlessly standing at the door of the cell waiting to enter. When everyone enters, they have to be measured by the guards to measure their height and waistline, and then mark it and then draw a tick in the registration book.

The cell leader was uneasy, and inadvertently saw He Jinshui and the second general Hum Ha at the end of the team, and was immediately attracted by their extraordinary temperament and physical condition that stood out from the crowd, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva fiercely, with a satisfied smile on his face, and secretly said in his heart: "Haha, drowsy and send pillows!" The quality of these guys is really good, they look like they are powerful, obviously much higher than others, haha, this month's assessment Lao Tzu will win!"

Once all the prisoners had entered, the iron bars of Cell 8 slowly closed, creaking behind them. The villagers were taken aback, and couldn't help but look behind them, and their mouths couldn't help but start talking. The neat queue that was originally lined up suddenly scattered, and the noisy voices resounded one after another. The cell boss frowned slightly, and his face gradually sank.

"Arnold, little madman, come and sit here!" After He Jinshui was unshackled, he moved his somewhat numb shoulders, and when he saw that there were a few vacant seats in front of him, he quickly ran over and sat down, and at the same time said to the insensitive prisoners who were like skeletons next to him: "Borrow, borrow, let's rest here for a while, everyone won't mind!"

These people neither nodded nor shook their heads, but continued to stare at the front with gray eyes, as if He Jinshui and the others were in the air.

"Hey, you owe a beating! Our boss talks to you because he can afford you, what's the matter, don't you have a shame?" Arnold touched his bald head and smiled hideously. He had been busy for most of the night, and now he had already put his chest on his back, and he was in a bad mood, and when he saw these guys looking like they were not cleaning up, his anger was ignited all of a sudden. His eyes widened and he was about to have a seizure, but He Jinshui covered his mouth, apologized, and pressed back.

The scene was chaotic, noisy and chaotic, like a vegetable market. The cell leader's face was very ugly, and he finally couldn't help it.

"These newcomers are really dirt buns, and they are making a big noise! I must give them a little color to see, so that they can know the rules here!" Thinking of this, the leather whip in the hand of the cell boss shook twice, and then strode to the open space in the middle of the cell. The jailers around him were like great enemies, clutching the knives, guns and clubs in their hands, and if anyone dared to disrespect the boss, they would let him taste the bitterness.

Under the stunned gaze of He Jinshui and others, the prisoners who were originally about to rot and sit on the ground like dead people seemed to be greatly stimulated, and there was a loud sound in their throats, and one by one the carp stood upright, and their eyes looked at the cell head without blinking, which shocked He Jinshui's heart, and almost thought that these people had cheated the corpse.

"Welcome to the floating island, unfortunate bastards!" the cell boss laughed with his sturdy arms outstretched, "It's your misfortune to come here, but it's your luck to meet me, a good-hearted man." You are now under the supervision of Prison 8, and you must also complete your work as required. My guard at Prison No. 8, you can call me the overseer, or you can call me the cell boss!"

"Floating island!" He Jinshui's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, keenly grasping the key to the other party's words.

The cell boss coughed, squeezed out a smile and raised his voice: "Say that you are unlucky, because you may never be able to leave after you go to the island, and you can only die here alone, old and sick!"

"Don't!" a heart-rending scream rang out from the crowd, and the situation on the field suddenly showed signs of chaos.

"I don't know what is alive or dead!" the cell leader's face sank, and he brandished a long whip and smashed it indiscriminately, causing the crowd to scurry and fall to the ground one by one and obediently shut his mouth.

"I'm soft-hearted, I'm still relatively easy to talk, and I don't have any frame to mingle with everyone. The cell leader withdrew his whip, opened his mouth and squeezed out a smile: "You can usually feel free, or you can treat this place as your home, and I will also provide you with delicious food and wine on a regular basis to make your life more comfortable." ”

"However, we also have rules!" the cell boss continued, "You must respect the guards and the cell boss, and you must not be too curious, you must not be cheating and cheating, you are not allowed to cry, you are not allowed to make noise! Hmph, as long as you work hard and do not embarrass Lao Tzu, I will not embarrass you." But who dares to pull the pendulum to Lao Tzu to poke out Lou Zi, damn it, I don't mind pulling out his skin and hanging it on the wall as a lantern!"

"Shhh

"Very good, it seems that you all understand!" said the cell boss with a hideous smile: "The last word, as long as you are willing to work hard, Lao Tzu will cover you." As long as General Larson's assessment is passable and you don't cause trouble for Lao Tzu, you can be at ease, and you can fight, fight, drink, and play with women in prison, even if you kill Lao Tzu. In short, as long as you are willing to work hard and work hard, Lao Tzu will indulge you, do you hear clearly?"

"Hear me!" replied weakly from the crowd.

"Looks like you didn't hear clearly!" the cell boss tugged at the scar on his face, licked his lips with a dark face, and whipped the prisoners in front of him rolling back and forth.

"One more question, do you hear me clearly?"

"Hear me!" the sound echoed through the prison like thunder.

"Very good, it seems that you really heard clearly!" The cell boss nodded and showed a satisfied smile, looked up at the sky, estimated the hour, clapped his hands and said loudly: "Okay, there is still an hour before it is your turn to go to work, first free to move around and rest, and after dinner, prepare to go to the mine." If anyone moves slowly, Lao Tzu knows him, Lao Tzu's whip doesn't know him!"

"Well, it seems that order is still maintained here, so that there will be murder and arson at every turn!" He Jinshui was still worried about the arrival of those innocent villagers before, but now his heart is a little more steady.

He and Arnold don't need to deliberately perform to be a top three, according to the rules set by the cell boss, as long as they are willing to work and work hard, they can enjoy the privileges, presumably the work assessment of Prison No. 8 will not be too bad, and the life of the prisoners in the prison will not be too bad.

At this time, the jailers gathered around and made a simple classification of the new prisoners according to their physical characteristics and strength, and provided different colors of prison clothes for different categories of prisoners.

He Jinshui and Arnold's prison clothes were black, and they were said to have been assigned to the hardest, most tiring, and deadliest team of Kaishan miners. The only task of this team is to open the mountain and mine, and to transport the black ore and yellow soil inside.

Lance was frail and built like a teenager, and was arranged by the jailers to wear red prison clothes. He was assigned to one of the few women and children in the prison, and his work was less intense than that of the pioneer team, and he was mainly responsible for finding useful things in the excavated ore, such as valuable gems.

As for the little madman Azar, because he is a rock dwarf who is naturally good at smelting, he was assigned yellow prison clothes by these cave dwarves, and it is said that this team will be responsible for smelting and forging, although it is still relatively hard, but the danger is much lower.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it's getting dark. The inmates of Prison No. 8 sat on the ground with a calm expression, even a little wooden, enjoying their dinner quietly.

He Jinshui and others sat cross-legged together, holding a sea bowl in their left hand, the porridge and clear soup in the bowl were vaguely visible, and they were holding a big steamed bun in their right hand, and they ate it in two bites.

"Alright, put down the bowl and come with us!" the lazy voice of the cell boss came from behind, and the prisoners put down the bowl with a serene expression and slowly stood up, their faces calm as if they had long been accustomed to it. They were quickly lined up and dragged out by the jailers with heavy handcuffs and anklets, strung together in long iron chains,

In the twilight, the yellow-clad prisoners were taken to the fortress's furnace, while the black-clad and red-clad prisoners braved the cold wind to leave the seaside fort and then head north through a dense forest to a large rolling hilly mountain.

"The place where you work is over there!" The cell boss pointed hard ahead, then slapped his face and said loudly: "All cheer up, work hard, who dares to steal and play tricks on Lao Tzu and pick his skin!"

One foot deep and one shallow foot on top of the boulder, the prisoners walked towards the mountain in a winding and rugged way, and He Jinshui looked around curiously while supporting his fellow prisoners.

In the potholes of the mining area not far from here, the sound of clanging sounded incessantly, and groups of ragged miners came and went like ghosts, dragging out the mined ore and yellow clay, and pushing up a thick hill in the clearing at the foot of the mountain.

A group of yellow-skinned women and children were creeping cautiously, rummaging through the sand and gravel with their rough hands, and putting the stones that shimmered strangely into their breast pockets.

"Found it, I've finally found obsidian!" An old woman on the top of the hill suddenly poked her head out, held aloft a small shining black gem in ecstasy, and couldn't help crying with joy and shouted to the bottom of the mountain: "Lord Cell, you see this is the obsidian I found." Haha, you're going to talk about it!"

"Of course I mean what I say!" the cell head clapped his hands and said disappreciably: "The crazy woman has finally opened up, you have done a good job, find a guy to add an extra steamed bun tonight, and say that it is a reward we give!"

"Thank you, thank you!" the old woman hurriedly kowtowed in thanks, and muttered to herself, "Today's bread is gone, and my grandson finally doesn't have to starve, haha!"

"This is a poor woman!" An honest middle-aged man behind He Jinshui suddenly shook his head and sighed: "This old woman's grandson has long been starved to death, she is furious and crazy, and she is demented all day long, although it is not interesting to live." ”

Arnold's face was unhappy, and he couldn't bear it but couldn't change anything, so he sighed heavily, lowered his head and was silent, his hands clenched tightly.

Perhaps it was the fulfillment of the man's words, the old woman's voice stopped abruptly after a few laughs, her body shook with her eyes closed, and she suddenly slipped down from the top of the mountain, her head hit a rock and sprayed a mist of blood, and her body trembled for a while and then completely immobilized.

"Bad luck, another laborer!" the cell boss looked a little ugly, ordered the two jailers to drag the woman's body away, and then turned back and commanded loudly: "The red team is working here, the black team don't stop, follow me!"

"Boss, I'm going!" Lance squeezed out a smile at He Jinshui and followed without looking back. He Jinshui looked at Lance's back a little distracted, and for a while he regretted that he had involved his companions in this matter.

He Jinshui is indeed a little worried, although Lance's magic is extremely weird and very powerful, but his mind is still a teenager, and his willpower does not seem to be very strong, if he can't withstand the test and is crushed, it will really outweigh the losses.

"Lance, you have to come on!"