A nightmare, Siegel thought in a daze, but if it was a dream, why was there such a sharp pain?

The fall never stopped, the sound of the wind and snow was still in his ears, and Siegel seemed to regain his vision in the haze, seeing the eyes of the kitten on the edge of the cliff crying bitterly. It's not your fault, Siegel would love to tell her, it's just my bad luck, stop crying. He opened his mouth, but more wind poured in, and he couldn't say anything. But the cliff disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the surrounding darkness became dark again. He felt that the whole world was wet, and the water made of snow poured down his nose and ears, and only his mouth was thirsty. He was thirsty, cold, and so tired that he didn't want to move. In a haze, he saw the snow in front of him and wanted to reach out and grab a handful and stuff it in his mouth, but found that his wrist was tied with rope, and the rope was frozen by the ice, as strong as iron. Siegel couldn't break free no matter how much he writhed. He didn't know who tied him up or why. There were always shadows walking around, sometimes with a hazy voice, sometimes like thunder, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. A skin bag was brought to his mouth, and Siegel wrapped it like a baby, sucking it hard into his mouth. The liquid was very fishy, but I felt much better after drinking it. Siegel still wanted it, and the skin was rudely taken away.

He felt pain all over his body, but the pain was a good thing, proof that he was still alive. He tried to regain his senses and see who the shadows around him were, but in vain. He felt like a bag of potatoes, being tossed around, moving his position every day. There were times when Siegel felt like he was on the back of an animal, face down, watching the ground move backwards. Sometimes he felt like he was being carried on his shoulders again, and a disgusting body odor came through his nose. He knew that some bones in his body must be broken, because every jolt in his chest felt like a hard blow, and his arm felt like he had been beaten with a club again. "Sir Bill?Janet?" he always spoke in a vague voice, trying to get the shadow's attention. But his voice was too soft to be heard.

Eventually, everything finally calmed down and stopped moving around.

He dreamed again, this time that he was above the sea, and that the lucky Soth, still a new ship, was about to make his maiden voyage. Captain Siegel-Marlene, who was in the prime of his life, and whose beard was not yet white, was shouting loudly for the porter at the docks to hurry up and load the ship. Siegel was like a bird, floating in mid-air, looking down on everything. He heard a majestic voice in his ear say, "Look!"

Suddenly he was no longer a bird, but a mouse in the cabin, lying in a corner to avoid the sailor's sight, and he was now looking out through the eyes of the mouse. Siegel remembers that there was a cat named Jerry on the ship to keep rid of rodents, until when he was ten years old, the cat abandoned the ship and ran away on the harbor. I don't know if Jerry is not here at this time, but he is a good rat catcher.

A light step walked in front of the mouse, with bare feet under a white silk robe, looking like a woman. Then there was a pair of heavy iron boots and a brown cloak. The rats never looked up, and Siegel couldn't see them. The two men walked to the door of a barn, and the wooden door opened automatically for them.

It was the place where the catch was kept, and it was now filled with the fishy smell of the seawater and the peculiar smell of squid.

"Let me see! Let me see!" Siegel struggled with the dream, but the mouse cowered in the corner, its gaze always fixed on the small crumb of bread that had fallen under the table. "Let me see who those two really are, I swear to give you a whole loaf of bread!" Siegel roared in his head. Somehow, the rat began to move, leaving the corner and walking down the aisle. Still dodging, Siegel finally saw the man and the woman.

The man was dressed in full-body armor, carrying a long sword cross-body, and his brown cloak dragged all the way to the ground. He has his back to Siegel and wears a helmet, but his hair peeking out of the rim of the helmet is black. The woman in the white robe covered her face with a hood and a swaddling cloth made of linen in her arms. Siegel remembered the hands—the smooth, white skin, and the long, thin fingers, which must have been the hands of a noble lady who lived a privileged life. On the back of that hand was a delicate tattoo, three rings that fit on each other, and were adorned with endless stars.

The swaddling cloth was lifted up and rested on the woman's lips for a moment before being gently placed in the squid's cabin. The woman slowly closed the hatch, then slumped against the wall. The man held her by her and took her away, half-dragging and half-pulling. Siegel demanded that the rat must rush forward, and he heard a faint voice say to him, "Add another piece of jerky." Siegel would say yes at any point, and the rat rushed up and struck the woman in the foot.

Siegel looked up at the sound of the sword unsheathed, and he finally saw the faces of the man and woman: Sir Bill for the man, Leah for the elf. But in reality, Sir Bill is not black-haired, and Elf Leah has no tattoos, so this is a dream after all. Before being beheaded by the glittering sword, Siegel finally saw the intricate and delicate lines on the blade, as well as a bright "heaven" character hidden in the lines.

Even in his dreams, he could still feel the pain of his neck being cut off and taste death. He struggled through the corpse of the rat, and finally returned to his own shell - only pain in his chest and arms, not in his neck.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity to wake up, he opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. He was thrown naked in a stone chamber, a sturdy iron cage door separating him from freedom. There is a small window in the stone wall from which snowflakes and faint sunlight drift in. The ground was damp and cold, and there was a small puddle not far from his mouth - he was still thirsty. Despite the terrible pain in his wrist, Siegel struggled to crawl towards the puddle, trying to catch a little water.

A large, hairy foot sabotaged his efforts, trampling the water out of the pit with a snap. Siegel looked up and saw a vicious face with a slanted forehead, a protruding jaw, exposed teeth, and rough skin. The only thing that can be praised is that he has strong muscles, thick and strong wrists and ankles, and is a qualified half-orc.

"Hum, Hum. He was nasal, but it sounded short and powerful. After saying these words, he sat back down in the corner of the room. Siegel looked at him and struggled to get up. With the faint light here, he could see several bruises on his chest, and several ribs must have been broken. His wrists had been worn by rope and had been wounded in the snow and ice, and had formed festering wounds. Fortunately, his hands and feet can still move, and the dice and keys around his neck are still there.

It took a lot of effort to sit up straight, and both of his knees were red and swollen, affecting the movement of his legs, but the injury should recover in a few days. Siegel carefully stroked the wound on his chest with his hand. The broken bones have been docked and will only take time and impact to recover, which he is not worried about. But the wound on the wrist will only get worse unless you can get the potions in the key space. As long as the key and dice are together, there is no fear of others finding out, but opening the space will definitely attract attention. Siegel couldn't believe the orc, so he had to wait until he was asleep before he could do it.

In the current situation, there was not much he could do but continue to lean weakly against the wall. No wands, no spellcasting materials, no armor, no weapons, no knowing where you are. The eyes of the orc on the opposite side glowed green in the darkness, like the eyes of a wolf, and I hope his sense of hearing and smell is not like that of a wolf, otherwise the risk of opening up the space will be higher. Siegel focused on connecting with his pet and found the raven perched in a pine forest at the bottom of the mountain, surrounded by endless needles spreading from his feet. The sun in the sky hides behind thick clouds, so it is impossible to tell the direction or know the location. Using the raven's eyes, Siegel was unable to spot any signs of man-made structures around him, nor was there a stone mountain that resembled the outer wall of a cell. The demon pet couldn't help for a while, so Siegel withdrew his attention from the demon pet and closed his eyes to regain his spirits.

After a long time, every time Siegel opened his eyes, he could see the glowing green eyes of the orcs, without exception. The wounds on his hands and chest hurt even more, so he asked, "What is this going to do, to put me here and die?"

"Hum, Hum. ”

"You're a guard?"

"Hum, Hum. ”

"Are you just going to say Hum?"

"Humph. ”

Siegel sighed helplessly and straightened his legs. There must be some way to get out of here, maybe the key lies in this "Hum Half-Beast". The orc seemed to be self-controlled, and did not act hostilely other than keep his eyes open and not sleeping. Although orcs are timidly subservient to the threat of swords, when their opponents are unarmed, they show a different side of their personality: irritable and irritable. Siegel suddenly became interested in the orc, wanting to know the hidden meaning behind all his actions.

This needs to start with mastering his language.

Siegel asked him a number of questions, including "Can you understand me?Is there food here?How long have you been here??" When he wants to answer "yes", that's "Hum"; It's either "Hum Ke, Hum Ke". On this basis, Siegel gradually asked for some information, which was very helpful in understanding his situation.

It was a slave cell, and slave traders often smuggled orcs from the walled mountains for sale, mostly trading with the orcs north of the mountain. Sometimes, orcs would also sell each other, taking their fellow citizens of rival settlements as slaves in exchange for money and supplies. The hum orc didn't know where Siegel had been captured, only that he had been thrown into the cage naked and had nothing to do with him.

When the sun went down, a guard finally brought food. The person in charge of delivering the food was a dwarf, wearing leather armor that was obviously two sizes larger, which looked very funny. As he worked, he cursed and seemed very dissatisfied with the work of delivering food. As he passed through Siegel's cell, he casually threw in a tattered straw plate containing two loaves of bread and two pieces of dried meat. The so-called bread is actually made by kneading oats and bran, mixing some wild vegetable roots, and then baking, it tastes like swallowing sawdust, but it should be enough to fill your stomach. The dried meat looks very suspicious, and it is unknown what animal it came from. Smoke it before letting it air dry in the sun. Hum Half-Beast stood up, gave him a piece of bread and a piece of dried meat under Siegel's astonished gaze, and then took the remaining half and ate it to himself. Siegel thought that it would be difficult for him to move, and that he would probably not be able to save this meal, but he never thought about this result. He stared into Humke's green eyes and thanked him solemnly.

The dwarf who delivered the meal spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, threw in a skin bag, and said, "Guy who walks shit luck, here is the golden potion, hurry up and drink it to heal your injuries." ”

The leather was thrown to Siegel, and he picked it up. When the lid is opened, a strong aroma of sake comes to your nose, mixed with the fishy smell of seafood. Suspicious, he put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully, and heard the orc say, "Humm, Hum." ”

"I'll keep this good thing. Siegel decided not to try the gold potion, so he stuffed his skin and placed it beside him. "I don't have much strength right now, so come in and get it yourself if you want. ”

"Lao Tzu will not be fooled!" said the dwarf, scolding, "If you don't give me back tomorrow, don't think about eating! With that, he turned and left, presumably on his way to the next cell.

Siegel nodded at the orc, who just ate with his head down, ignoring him. So he picked up the bread and was about to take his first bite when a skinny rat passed by outside the cell. Siegel noticed that the mouse had a ring of red fur on its neck, which was very distinctive. It was not afraid of people either, and was standing on its hind legs observing the two men in the cell.

Siegel suddenly remembered the promise he had made in his dream not long ago, and he struggled to move to the door of his cell. He crushed the bread, tore the strips of meat into pieces, and laid them in front of the rats. After a while, seven or eight rats came, slightly larger than the red-necked rats. Together, they move the breadcrumbs and minced meat, and finally squeak twice at Siegel.

"I'm going to be hungry tonight. Siegel struggled back into the corner and looked at the orcs. He read the doubts in those green eyes, and then saw "Hum" hand over the uneaten bread in his hand. Siegel smiled, he felt that this orc really had a peculiar character. He turned down the bread, but came up with a brilliant idea.

"I'm going to pee, can you turn your head away and don't look?"

"Humph. ”

The orcs did as they were told, and Siegel took the opportunity to open the key space. Although the light of the space aroused the suspicion of the orc, he still did what he promised: not to look back.

Siegel poured a healing potion, smeared the healing ointment on his wrist, took out two more pieces of portable dry food, and closed the space. A piece of dry food was given to the orcs, but "Humm" looked Siegel up and down for a long time, staring at the mage's lower body, shaking his head vigorously, repeating "Humm! Humm!" and refused to take it anyway.

Well, there was nothing Siegel could do but eat it himself. As he took his first bite, the orc finally let out a sound other than "hum" - he hid in the corner and retched "uh, uh, uh". It was only by this time that Siegel finally understood why the orcs refused to take his food.