For more than an hour, we attacked the intrusion team from multiple gaps.

Of those people, a few were Nords, and most were their Crehl employees. The Creelians were demoralizing very quickly, and after several ambushes, they were reluctant to leave their Nord masters. The Nords are just as desperate as the warriors, and no matter how dangerous it is, as long as their captain gives the order to attack, the Nords will move forward bravely, and even the Creelians will be infected by them, making it more difficult for us to disturb the Sāo".

My only success was to wound the arm of a Creel overseer, and to cut him with a stone spear the thickness of a finger.

The Nords wore short swords around their waists, and although they initially beat disobedient slaves with clubs and scabbards, they were surprised to find that the slaves were preparing for a complete rebellion, and they drew their weapons and slaughtered the slaves with their sharp blades. These Nords fought very formidably, and three or four men walked together, covering each other, and could almost crush a group of dozens of slaves: their blades swung with a pale light, and the blades around us were as dense as leaves. The slaves were crushed at the first blow, and had to flee quickly and regroup in the dark corners.

The mouths of these Nords and Creelians were covered with thick masks that protected their noses and mouths, as if they were Salander pilgrims. They had been prepared for the poisonous smoke for a long time, and the only thing they didn't expect was our resistance.

The Nord soldier's whistle turned into a long sound, which we didn't know at first meant, but when we saw the Nord starting to retreat towards the elevator, we knew the Nord were about to flee back to the mine.

What does this mean, I don't need the black chief to say that I also know that once a Nord escapes, we are finished. If we had believed that a dozen slaves with sticks could control the entrance to the mine before the Nords went down the mine, no one would think that way now: the Nords could deal with seven or eight slaves alone, when they formed a simple formation. No amount of slaves could withstand their attacks.

All we can do is weaken them.

The Nords began to shrink from all directions. Retreat along the tunnel of the mine towards the lift.

We hid in the crevices of the stones. The slaves here knew every crack and knew which tunnels were through and which were dead. Along the way, there are also many empty miners' lounges filled with minecarts and ore, as well as huge water tanks covered in a layer of ash. Only the slaves here are familiar with their location, and those outside are likely to step on them and drown them.

We had misjudged the situation, and when we saw two Nords and one Creelian break away, the leader led twenty of us to attack. In this kind of terrain environment, the advantage of numbers cannot be brought into play at all. After a chaotic fight, a black man was punctured in the belly. The rest fled in panic, and I stumbled as I hurried.

Paul followed the black leader to the death, as if he decided that it was safer. The leader never sent someone to transfer all his slaves, but only led a team of ten or twenty people to harass around. We also struggled to deal with two or three people, so we had to send people to bluff and scare the Creelians. These Creelians are prone to escape. When they saw a large crowd of slaves rushing madly, the Nords would put their shoulders on each other's shoulders and prepare to start fighting. The Creelians, on the other hand, looked back in fear. If there were no enemies behind, they would have fled quietly. Expose the flanks of the Nords.

When we discovered the Creelian speciality, we used it against them. The Nords are hard bones and can't gnaw at them, but the Creelians are much easier to deal with: scare them into running around and then hunt them down one by one.

More than 20 of us managed to force a Creelian, who ran away with a short knife in one hand and his helmet in the other. We followed not far behind, and the black men beside us sounded irritating with guttural and quivering nasal voices, but they were as much a break in the will of the enemy as the overseer's whistle.

The Creelian crouched behind a minecart and shouted for help, and we slowly circled around. The Creelians frantically threw stones and pieces of wood from inside, shouting for the Nords to come and help, but the Nords were far away and could not come to his rescue. The Creelian piled up the planks around him into a simple fence, bent down and hid behind the minecart, warning us not to go close.

A slave who tried to pull the minecart away was cut by the Creelian, and the slaves around him roared angrily and threw several throwing spears, but none of these weapons were missed, and the Creelian picked them up. Faced with a dead end, the Creelian burst with astonishing courage and stood up and threw the spear at us, forcing us to retreat a bit.

Two black slaves crept down on the ground and crawled towards the minecart.

And the black leader walked over step by step. The Creelian threw a spear at the leader, which stabbed at the leader's feet, and the leader didn't seem to care, or even glance at it. The Creelians shouted for the black chiefs not to come any closer. The black leader walked to the front of the minecart on his own, avoiding a piece of Creelian throwing stones.

"Coward!" The black leader pulled open his ragged clothes and exposed his chest, "Stab here, coward!" ”

The Creelian did not respond. The black leader spread his hands and turned back to us and smiled, "Sure enough, the Creelians are cowards, and they deserve their women to be ridden like horses by the Salanders, and their daughters are deserved to be played all over by the Nords!" "The black leader exposed his back to the Creelians.

The Creelian did not give up this opportunity, he jumped up and slashed the chieftain by the neck with a knife.

The two black slaves who had crawled past quickly stood up and thrust two spears into the Creelian's body, one piercing the Creelian's abdomen and the other piercing his neck. Creel fell like a pocket, not yet dead, and grasped the spear in his hand, trying to pull them out. The black slaves drew their weapons and stabbed them twice quickly, resulting in the Creel.

The black leader turned around and picked up the Creelian daggers. And then kicked the Creelian. No longer pay attention to his corpse. After the black leader had chosen his spoils, the blacks around him swarmed up and looted everything from the Creelians: boots, leather trousers, bracers, helmets, and even a shiny round nail embedded in the nose was ripped off, and a slave wanted the Creelian's earrings, but he couldn't take them off, so he simply cut off the Creelian's earlobe. I took the earrings and earlobes together.

In more places, the Creelians were slaughtered in groups and in twos, and although the Nords themselves suffered little loss, the defeat of their minions still took a toll on their morale. The Nords no longer think about punishing disobedient slaves, they only want to save their lives. The Nord soldier methodically moved towards the elevator. There, they formed a semi-circle like turtle shells, leaving the elevator behind.

The two Nords slammed desperately on a piece of iron pipe while pulling the chain, giving the command to the people on the ground to activate the lifting platform.

The slaves, having cleared the cave of the fleeing Creelians and a handful of Nords, began to surround them from all sides, and I followed them as if they were following an army of the dead chasing after them, all they wanted was to kill. Just to kill more living people.

inside my mind. Most of the legendary stories are a lonely few. Fighting the barbarians who swarm is like the Nords are now. But now, I'm on the other side of the battlefield. In the past, I felt that in those accidents, justice was always on the side of those decent and generous people, lonely against powerful enemies, which had a tragic beauty, which made people full of admiration for heroes.

But now, that thought has become a blur. Slaves are brutal, but how can I blame them? They usually shed so much blood and sweat, and all they do now is to get justice for themselves.

Both love and hatred have their causes. Everyone around me is a child of an oasis, a child of the desert, a cunning hunter and a lazy nomad, but these people attack like crazy, is it because these people are naturally cruel and fanatical? Who plundered their land, who took away their wealth, who left them with nothing from their shackles?

Love and hate will be repaid, just the right bit.

The slaves, spears and stones, swords and mallets, everything they could find, their eyes red, gathered around the Nords from all sides. Weapons were erected like weeds in the field, and empty mines were like the halls of the Temple. The slaves marched like a rushing black river, like an army atop the temple of the god of vengeance.

The Nord line shrank even closer, surrounded by planks and stones. The slaves rained down on the Nord soldiers, and the Nords alerted their companions to each other to the attacks in all directions, while constantly urging the two men in the elevator to hurry up and tell the people on the ground to start the machine.

More than thirty slaves bravely rushed in front of the Nords, who patiently waited for the slaves to rush to them, overturned the frontmost slaves with their shoulders, and then stabbed the slaves in an orderly manner with their swords. These Nords were very powerful and skillful, and could kill or inflict heavy damage on a slave with almost every blow. After more than ten slaves were killed or wounded, they had to retreat, leaving the wounded or dead slaves lying on the ground. Then, a second group of dozens of slaves charged, and these people threw stones as they approached the Nord soldiers, causing confusion among the Nords, and while the Nords were in confusion, the slaves rushed into the Nord line, and many began to stab the Nords through the gaps in their armor with their captured short knives, and some tried to jam the Nords by the throat or hit them in the eye. The Nords reacted quickly, stabilizing their position, killing the first of the advancing slaves in turn, forcing the rest out of the circle.

The slaves tried this several more times, and even threw the stones at hand, but to no avail. The Nords guarded every direction of the lift, and almost no one was able to rush in.

That's when the last thing we wanted to happen happened.

The gears of the lifeless lifting platform groaned, turning slowly but with strength, driven by the gears, almost every chain trembled, and the dull neighing of iron bars seemed to play mournful music for us.

It's over, I thought to myself.

Once the Nords leave the mines, the only thing that awaits us is death. Now the people above the mine don't know what's going on down there, and if they do, even if they don't do anything and just block the mine for three or five days, we'll all be dying of hunger, sitting still or worse.

Abi appeared, his face covered in blood, followed by several tall black men.

As soon as he appeared, he understood our situation, and then he began to scream a word, "Fire Man!" Burning Man! ”

I thought at first that I had misheard the word "fire" and "people", but I didn't know what it meant.

But then I understood: the priest and his helpers poured a foul-smelling greasy yèti over the heads of several slaves, and several others lit flannel with a fire sickle in the pángbiān.

Then, the men were set on fire.

The air was filled with the stench of burnt skin and heads, and the men screamed and ran towards the Nords. Behind these self-sacrificing slaves, the fanaticism of the other slaves rose to the extreme, and each of them, regardless of their pain, crushed the Nord's small position: meeting the blade with their chests and the blades with their hands.

In the face of flames and spears, in the face of screams and stench, in the face of countless vengeful slaves At the last moment of their way to life, the Nords crumbled.