The citizens of Creel trembled in fear.

The icy wind blew from the mountain passes in the north, making the Creelians above the square feel even more helpless.

The empty sky, I look at it as if I were looking at the abyss.

The left eye leaks fluid from time to time, I don't know if it's blood or thick, and the color is very light. The ointment that the Great Wizard had applied to me made my left eye itch, and I felt that the ointment had a corrosive effect, and the strip of cloth needed to be replaced with a new one every five days. Now it smells of decay, and my left eye feels like a hundred bugs crawling on it.

"Young man," said the great wizard to me, "do not touch a finger of your eyes, or you will lose half of your sight before the age of thirty." ”

I don't know if I'm going to lose my eyesight, but I know I'm going to be ugly forever. This thought is like a rock in a dream pressing down on my chest, and I will become a monster, a monster that people are afraid of.

If I'm going to wander in the wilderness forever, that's not a good thing. Giovanni said that a terrible person would be in much less trouble because no one would dare to mess with them.

The priest of Riverland told me stories about when the children laughed at the lame leg of a prophet, a bear ran out and tore forty of them apart. I'm a little hungry now for someone to mess with me so I can tear them apart.

I became angry and looked for everyone's fault.

The day before yesterday I cut the ear of a captive because he called me Lord Nord; Yesterday I overturned a Nord woman with a bag and followed the army of slaves to pick up the wheat and bread crumbs discarded by the slaves; Today. I personally tied a couple of Nord merchants to the stake and held torches. Wait for the order.

Nords, damn Nords!

I'm going to be a one-eyed dragon for the rest of my life.

The Great Wizard's voice was always calm. Every time I told him how much I hated the Nords, he would listen to me quietly and say, "Five days from now, I'll change the strip of cloth." ”

Leaving a scar is like having a worm lying on his face forever, and he simply cares.

Nords, bloodsucking Nords!

Kalinin, as a rule, would only be in the company of such people. Now that I think about it, those high-sounding words. Jill's lies about the new territory, and the greedy gaze of those Nord merchants, were as clear as the icy winter rain. My fingers trembled, and I wished that an army of slaves would appear on the plains of the Nords, and that all the Nord towns would burn in flames, that every Nord village would be sacked, that men would be put to death, and that women would be sold into slavery.

Abi, who wears a high crown made of a peacock's tail on his head, is the son of a patriarch in the oasis. None of the slaves seemed to have expressed any objection to this, wondering how these men had identified Abi.

Abiy's mother, Abi's uncle. Abiy's father, all dead.

After Abiy's mother was captured, a Salander ordered her to suck her own dick. The matriarch happily knelt down, and then succeeded in turning the Salander into eunuchs. When the Salanders recovered, they scalded her to death with their own hands scoop by spoonful of boiling oil;

Abiy's uncle learns that his sister has been executed. He led his people to sack several desert trading posts of the Salanders, but lost in the last raid, when a Crelian mercenary killed the black warrior with a spear, made him into jerky, and forced the other black captives to eat it;

Abiy's father, on the other hand, united the nineteen oasis tribes, forming an alliance three years earlier in the hope of ending the relentless population raiding by the Salanders.

His father reorganized his tribe as the Salanders had done hundreds of years ago, hoping that all the Oases would no longer fight each other, but would become one and escape from being bullied. However, the Salanders had hundreds of years of experience dealing with barbarians, and they used beauty and gold and silver to successfully break up the newly formed tribal alliance, and Abi's father was invincible on the battlefield and was respected and loved by the Oasis, but he was bitten on the tongue by a poisonous snake in a glass of wine, and the pain caused him to bite his tongue, but this still did not keep him alive.

Once again, the Oases are in disarray, and the Salanders are back at ease.

However, even the seeming regression must have bred undoubted progress: although the Oasis people have once again become a separate piece of sand, every Oasis remembers that under the leadership of Abiy's father, the Oasis people once organized thousands of elite troops, and the Oasis people had their own 'army' for the first time. They traded their ivory for spears from the Rhodocs, they traded sand gold for armor from the Creelians, they traded hides for helmets and shields, the Oasis cut down forests, built a walled city for the first time in thousands of years, the Oasis for the first time called brothers, the soldiers of one tribe willingly fought to the death to protect the inhabitants of another tribe, the Oasis defeated the Salanders for the first time in a row, and besieged the border cities of the Salanders, causing the entire Salander border to be in flames.

No one will be oppressed forever, and a scattered nation will eventually be held together by the scimitars of the conquerors.

Abiy's people come from a variety of tribes.

In the past, when the chieftain left the tribe, he would be kidnapped or murdered, but now, Abi is the chief of all, he has the soldiers of this oasis guard his tent, and the women of this oasis cook for him, and he orders the soldiers of this oasis to hand over their belongings, and then divide them equally among all the soldiers. Every Oasis soldier complained that Abiy didn't favor them, especially Abiy's father's tribe, but the oasis people of every tribe knew that Abiy would treat them fairly, just like his father.

Majesty comes from fair punishment, and although there are several tribal 'wisers' or wizards around Abi's side who advise him, Abi's methods do impress me. I used to think that he was just a thief stealing the armor of the dead on the battlefield, but I didn't expect to be able to command a tribe of thousands to plunder everywhere. Although the army of slaves was not disciplined, Giovanni's army was able to defeat them, even if they were only a tenth of these people. But Abiy remained the sole ruler of the land as far as the eye could see.

This time, another Creel town fell without a fight.

After we entered the town. Abi arrested the Salander and Creel nobles here and freed more than a hundred slaves. Leave the nobility to be disposed of by slaves. The slaves immediately killed some of the nobles and cut off the hair of others, while the few nobles were protected by their former slaves and calmly awaited the final verdict.

Abi orders the nobles who have been spared a choice: cooperate with him or commit suicide.

The ground was littered with human heads, and a few strong black slaves were piling human heads into spires. The crowd of onlookers shivered, and I was irritated by the cries of children and the smell of feces and incontinence. I hate these Creelians, they are obedient like sheep, and I expect them to rise up and rebel, and then let me and the slave soldiers have a good fight! But these Creelians did nothing. They were the same as they had been when the people of Saran had conquered them hundreds of years earlier, bowing their shoulders and waiting for punishment.

An elderly Salander came out and said in a deep voice, "Barbarian, my teachings do not allow me to commit suicide, please give me the dagger, and my servant will do it for me." ”

Abi drew the dagger of his squire and threw it at the feet of the Salanders.

One of the slaves of the Salander wept and kissed his toes. Beg him not to leave. The scene of the Salander ignoring the weeping man at his feet, his white beard trembling slightly, made me feel for a moment something called noble, but all the slave soldiers around him were cold: the poor slave pierced their hearts. This pitiful and lowly appearance made these old slaves who had won consecutive battles feel sick.

"Get up," said the old man Majestically, pulling up the slave who had just become a free man at his feet. He handed the dagger to the slave and took his hand. Deeply rooted in his heart, "Say goodbye to me." You're free'''''

The old Salander clinged to the shoulder of the freedman, who was still weeping, and died trembling and slowly. He had a beautiful white beard and a dignified turban, and there were many such Salanders in the city of Little East Lake, who loved business, loved to satirize the sultan's plays, financed the down-and-out poets and dancers, and competed for a piece of clothing. These people are good guys, doctrinal, doing their jobs, and some of them are funding hospitals and monasteries.

But they were still slave owners, their every sip of wine was mixed with blood, their clothes were dripping with the sweat of the oppressed, and the dry bones of countless untouchables were buried under their towns. Everything is paid. The Salanders always say that, and it's true.

Abi waited patiently for the free man to turn out his past master, and then said to him, "I spit on you." Only the lowly dog will kick its boots; Only a lowly slave will love his master. You have lost your right to be free, and you will be my slave from now on. ”

The slave's face was as dead as ashes, as if the death of his master had hit him too hard, he held his master's corpse, and several slaves took him away.

The slaves then kicked and beat a few Nord merchants into the square, behind them a number of Creel mercenaries tied in strings and some slave owners. One by one, the men were tied to the pillars and awaited execution.

"I know you like to burn the Nords," Abi gave me a torch with a sarcastic smile, "It's strange that more than ten days ago, you were still saying that you had a relationship with them. ”

"I made a mistake." I took Abi's torch, "You can tell with my left eye how wrong I was." ”

Abi said, "If you like to burn, burn it." But you have to know that these people in the square must have Nord eyeliner in them, and these people will tell your story to the Nords. That vampire Jill might be recruiting assassins in the North Sea to assassinate you. ”

"Assassins?" I remembered what happened to Giovanni in Riverlands, "Let them come." ”

The slaves covered several large drums with the human skin of the slave owners, and every time they went to town, they made a new drum. Several slaves beat these drums with drumsticks made from the bones of slave owners.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every few sounds, a Salander or Creelian is executed. The most merciful mercy was to cut off the head with the sword, and the torture method of execution was to use the Berk gallows. The Burkes were adept at this, allowing the executed person to die completely after several hours: the executed person would touch the ground on their toes slightly, so that the rope would not immediately taut. After that, he would feel the rope wrap around little by little. The great fear made him struggle constantly, every time. Tightening the rope would make him more painful. What is ironic is that these guys will knock high before they die, so that people can only spit a few more mouthfuls of disdain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A few more heads rolled to the ground.

The slaves dragged the corpses out of the square in silence and tacitly, piling their heads in front of the terrified inhabitants.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It's my turn.

I threw out the torch and didn't hesitate.

Several Nords began to curse and pray loudly, and finally all the voices became screams, and as the flames licked their calves, the Nords' voices sent chills in my back and made me feel Sensen's fear. Finally, I remembered Jill's calm gaze, which made me feel a hint of remorse. But I quickly cleared these strange thoughts in my mind, because my left eye began to hurt again, and I became an ugly monster forever.

Abi waited for all the men to be executed, and then asked the soldiers to order all of them to stop talking.

The smell of burnt barbecue wafted through the square, and black smoke rose from the corpses of several Nord merchants. There were crows hovering in the sky, waiting for the corpses to be thrown into the field so that they could have a full meal.

The square was solemn and silent, and the fear of death silenced all the cacophony.

No one knows what Abiy is going to do.

"Many days ago. Underneath the mine," said Abiy, "my father's brother said to me if I didn't follow in my father's footsteps. Then he would not be loyal to me. ”

A group of black soldiers came out of a city tower surrounded by a black leader, who had just ransacked the city. Abi should have started the execution after they returned. But Abiy brought forward the execution and did not wait for the black chief.

When this leader was at the bottom of the mines. It once made Abiy angry. I thought he was trying to take Abi's power, so much so that when I saw the two of them alive together, I saw them later. I was taken aback.

The black chief seemed to be very unhappy with the meeting in the square.

"Abi, why don't you wait for me to come."

"Don't worry about that for now. I want to tell my brothers what you said to me today. ”

"For your father's sake, you shouldn't have told anyone about what happened between us!"

"Between us!" Abi immediately interrupted him. "It's not a matter between us!"

Several wizards behind Abi immediately repeated Abi's words, "Not between us!" "Not between us!" "Not between us!"

The black soldiers behind the leader showed commotion.

"Your father asked you to form an alliance of the Oasis, so you must go back to the Oasis!" The leader called, "All the wizards have heard the deal between us!" My allegiance to you, you go back to the Oasis! Listen to Abi! If you still want the Oasis to shed blood for you, you'd better listen to your father! Rebuild your father's alliance! ”

"My father's words! Of course I will! "But I'm not going back to the oasis." ”

Abiy's father's legacy is the common desire of all Oasis Citizens to build an alliance and build a nation. Neither Abi nor the black leader dared to go against this wish, or all the oasis would leave them at once.

Think about it in your heart, Giovanni once said to me that all people speak for themselves.

Why didn't Abiy want to go back, and why did the black leader go back to the oasis?

"Brothers," said the black chief in a loud voice to the people around him, "we have enough food, we have enough artisans to capture, and now we are only two days' way from the border, and no one will stand in our way, let us go home!" Brothers! We will have enough food until next year, and our craftsmen will build us high walls, and our enemies will not be able to invade us in twenty years! In these years, we can live happily! And after that, our tribe will multiply, the population will flourish like stars in the sky, and we will no longer worry about being treated like pigs and dogs! Go home! ”

The black chiefs called out loudly.

He's done.

I paid attention to the soldiers around me, and the soldiers around Abi looked calm, and the wizards were indifferent to the black leader's words. I looked up to see if there was an ambush on the rooftops around the square, and there were any crossbowmen or something hidden, and all I saw were Abi's men.

The black chief is a complete idiot. Run, I said to him in my heart.

Meantime. I had a vague name in my mind, which I remembered when I was slitting the left side of my face.

Run. Timmy, run, Timmy'''

This fluctuation of thoughts was quickly pulled back into the square, as I felt that Abi was about to speak.

"Oasis?" Abi said, "Which oasis are you talking about?" The oasis was divided into more than forty pieces, two or three of which were standing by the large tribes, and several oases were shared by the small tribes, all of which were isolated from each other, and they could not reach each other's territory by camel for several days. You're going back. To put it bluntly, it's to go back to your own oasis! A federation of dozens of tribes, with just a few rebellions, will be crushed! Because we've been scattered all over the place! But the gods have blessed us, our brothers and sisters have been killed, but they have come together, and our respective tribes have been destroyed, but this has made us a greater tribe! Our soldiers finally stopped fighting only for their own clans, and now. You come out and want us to go back! Where do we go back? ”

The wizards around him immediately learned, "Where are you going?" "Where are you going?" "Where are you going?"

"You say we have enough food, but what about after next year? There is no food. We'll have to separate, so you people can go back to your own territory and be your own chiefs!" You say we have craftsmen. Walls can be built, but there is no oasis. Can you build a wall to protect everyone? You say that our enemies will not recover for decades, but have you forgotten? No matter how weak the Salander dynasty is, as long as it is slightly stable, it can destroy our homeland immediately. Decades from now, do you want your son to be a slave again! ”

"My brothers!" Abi grabbed the hat on his head and threw it on the ground, "On my father's hat, there are dozens of peacock feathers, and each peacock feather symbolizes a tribe. One less feather and the hat can't be worn anymore! But the hat of the Sultan of Salander is full of precious stones, and each gem is a city in his hand, and as long as there is one left, this hat is also worth a fortune! Are you going to stay, and wear the hat of the Salander, or will you go back and wear this worthless hat? ”

"We have no way home!" Abi said, "Slave brothers, you have had enough of your suffering! You are no longer slaves, but you have learned to build castles, you have learned to grow crops, you have learned to forge weapons, you have learned to weave cloth! You know how much wealth you have created for the people of Salander, and now it is yours to enjoy all this stuff, and all you have to do now is to stay here and protect it! And this man," Abi pointed his whip at the black chief, "is going to steal my father's prestige and trick you back to the Oasis!" Are you nobles? When you return to the Oasis, will you be able to drink the wine? Can you enjoy a woman? Can I wear silk garments? When the weather is comfortable, you sleep under a tree and take a nap, and when the weather is cold, you burn a tree and squat to keep warm. In Oasis, you are just a bunch of monkeys! Do you want to be tricked back and continue to be this man's monkey? ”

"He's crazy!" The black leader turned his horse and headed toward the city gate, trying to escape, but his soldiers were in disarray. "He's going to break the promise! The wise, he will break the covenant'''''

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark shadow on the right struck him.

The wizard who remained with him flattened the scimitar with the speed of his horse and cut off the head of the black chief.

The action was beautiful, and Abi was right, the slaves had learned the skills of the Salanders very well.

After seeing the death of the leader, most of the black soldiers threw away their weapons and looted belongings, crouched on the ground with their knees held and surrendered, and a few began to flee in all directions. The wizard who had killed the black leader threw the head more than a dozen meters in front of Abi.

Abi said, "Who's going to help me get this head back?" ”

"I'll go." I pulled the reins and walked forward, and Paul and a few other Wikibian mercenaries followed me.

The head was heavy, fleshy and sandy. Abi took his head and nodded in thanks to me.

The wizard who killed the black leader lit a fire to himself at night.

When I changed the strip of cloth on my left eye, I asked the Great Wizard why the black chief's wizard committed suicide.

"Our people can't go back to the desert, so the wizard must do the right thing." The Great Wizard said, "But killing the leader of his tribe cannot be forgiven by the god of terror, so he must dedicate himself to the god so that he may die in peace." O wise man, may he dwell forever on the top of a high tree in the forest of God, free from wild beasts. ”

The Grand Wizard threw the changed strip of cloth into the brazier, and the flames coiled up, emitting a mysterious blue fire.

"Five days later, at this time, I'll change the strip of cloth again." The Grand Wizard asked me to do so when I was leaving. (To be continued.) )