The main tributary of the dark river that winds out of the Valley of the Savages is the only way for the mayfly to migrate.

Due to the undulating terrain of the valley, the most difficult place to intercept the mayflies, and the place where Denise needs to lead her followers and slaves to guard, is a place called the Cold Spring Swamp.

It gets its name because there is a cold spring that flows into the river.

The amount of water produced by the cold springs is not fixed.

When it is large, it forms a small sparkling lake, and when it is small, it is a marsh that crops out of the riverbed.

For the task of intercepting the mayflies, it is best to present it as a moor, because if it becomes a small lake, the Vikans will have to intercept it on the banks of the higher river.

But the banks of the river on both sides are honeycombs!

Under the corrosion of wind, rain and flowing water, these honeycomb rocks become very fragile and easy to collapse and disintegrate.

For example, the very large and heavy Vic people cannot stand on it.

The lighter Terrans, on the other hand, can be supported by honeycomb rocks, but they can't be draped in heavy armor and jump and move at will.

It just so happened that the bad news brought by Lapsey was that this spring had a lot of water coming out of the cold spring swamp, and it had turned into a small lake.

This caused problems for the three of Chris.

Terrans are also not immune to mayfly venom.

During the time it took to recuperate, they had already spent Denise's reward in advance, and asked Lapsey to help find a blacksmith to tailor a sturdy plate armor that would wrap the whole body!

Originally, I was expecting the plate armor to protect itself from venom erosion, but I didn't expect it to be useless!

Among them, Andre and Vincent are better.

They were free men, hired to become Denise's gladiators, and were not assigned to stand on top of the honeycomb to intercept mayflies. Even if she is angered by Denise, she will be classified among the ranks of her followers and placed in a relatively safe place.

But Chris, as a slave, is inevitable.

After all, slaves have no voice.

Especially in the eyes of the Vic people, who worship killing, buying slaves is for killing, and dying in the gladiatorial arena is no different from dying in the cold spring swamp.

When Lapsey finished speaking, Chris fell silent.

As a northerner, with his tall body, he wanted to stand firmly on the honeycomb rock, and he couldn't even wear a slightly lighter chain mail. And if you just wear a very light land lizard skin armor, you will inevitably be invaded by the venom of the mayfly clan, which will lead to a weak physique, and even affect your future strength.

He was already determined to chase the path of the strong and shoulder the future fate of his family, but it was a little difficult to accept such a change for a while.

Perhaps, this is what life looks like.

After stepping through a hurdle, another bump came into view.

André and Vincent fell silent.

The three of them had accumulated a deep friendship in their previous lives and deaths, and they didn't want to see Chris's path to power die in the Cold Spring Swamp.

However, they have no ability to change the facts.

So, after a long silence, Andrei spoke first.

"Chris, you're good at attacking and I'm good at swordsmanship, and it would be better if we stood together and killed the mayfly clan. And I don't think Denise will refuse my request to fight alongside you. ”

Denise certainly wouldn't refuse.

But Andre's request was to put himself in danger of being weakened by Venom.

So, as soon as his words fell, Chris felt a warm current welling up in his heart.

Because Andrei could have been hanging high without his own business.

The intersection of the two is just partners in the blood sacrifice ceremony, and he doesn't know if there will be a chance to meet again in the future, but when he knew the consequences, he automatically asked Ying to be willing to risk his life.

How can such a friendship not move Chris.

Coincidentally.

As soon as Andre's words fell, Vincent continued to speak.

Still with a dark face, he looked into Chris's eyes and said very heartwarming words, "Add me one, the three of us have cooperated very well before." And Chris, since I hope that your family will hire my family to do things in the future, I should prove my sincerity before that. ”

"Thank you, my friend."

Chris smiled brightly and saluted each of them, but also rejected their kindness, "However, please allow me to decline your kindness." When I was very young, my grandmother encouraged me to face whatever difficulties I faced. Therefore, in intercepting the many difficulties of the mayfly tribe migration, I should also face it alone. ”

When the words fell, seeing that Andre and the two seemed to be arguing, he immediately added, "Please don't be persuading, my friend." Everyone has their own path, and whether or not my path is full of ups and downs should not be a reason for friends to share the burden. My grandfather once warned that if the young eagle did not spread its wings and leap off the cliff, it would not usher in the sky of its own. There are some things I need to learn to face alone, but no matter what difficulties I encounter, I will never lack courage. ”

All right.

Speaking of which, Andre and the others had no choice but to give up.

They all saw the reason for Chris's refusal, mainly because he didn't want to owe favors.

Because he has the quality of goodness.

Once he owes a favor, he will find a way to pay it back, which will also lead to him having to stay in Sin City for a long time, which conflicts with his plans after regaining his freedom.

It's just that his stubbornness and strength will have good fruit to eat?

Four days later, cold spring swamp, early in the morning.

The morning fog that shrouded the night slowly lifted, and the sun was very colorful.

A gust of wind blew, and the branches that had not yet had time to grow new leaves made a rustling sound, which made people feel desolate and desolate.

At least the slaves who belonged to Denise had this kind of emotion on their faces.

They were generally ragged, their beards greasy and tangled, and they smelled like the dead leaves and mud of a swamp; The eyes are also very blank, I don't know if I can't see the road to the future clearly, or if I have foreseen my future a long time ago.

A dagger and a pointed wooden stick were held in their hands, their weapons against the mayflies.

The sticks are stabbed in the water, and the daggers are killed and flying.

As for how much effect such a rudimentary could achieve, the Vicks, who were standing in the back with wire nets and sharp blades, didn't care.

Anyway, if the slave didn't kill enough mayflies, then pay with his life.

Sin City has no shortage of money, so there has never been a shortage of slaves.

Chris stood out from the crowd of slaves.

Not only is he wearing a land kyoke skin armor and a round shield tied to his forearm, but also because his face and eyes are full of vigor to see the future.

yes, he saw it.

In the early spring, the forest trees were bleak and desolate in the eyes of others, but what greeted his eyes was that those branches had given birth to new shoots, and these inconspicuous shoots were full of vitality, which meant that spring had quietly come in the valley of the wilderness.

It also allows him to see the future.

Regain your freedom and bravely pursue the future of the path of the strong.

But he didn't see his future, how many teases he would be subjected to, how many turns he would take along the way, and how many praises he would be given.

This interception and killing of the mayfly clan is also one of them.

The migration period of the mayfly clan is about half a month, and in the first seven days, everyone is very relaxed.

Because the Viks are counting the number of mayflies.

Deliberately put in enough mayflies to breed to wipe out the harmful materials of the Dark River.

By the ninth day, both the Viks and the slaves had begun to fight desperately.

Because according to the rules of the Vics, when there are enough mayflies in the dark river, every place where Victor is guarding is no longer allowed to slip through the net.

Otherwise, punishment will be ushered in.

Whoever it is, for whatever reason, if a mayfly swims to the Dark River in the place where it is guarded, then this Vidocq will be fined one-tenth of his personal property!

One tenth of the Vic and his followers will become gladiators without freedom!

The worst of them were, of course, the slaves.

By drawing a lot of life and death, half of them will be fed to the beast!

Brutal and simple rules, but effective.

At least, in the history of the Viks, no one has dared to neglect their duties so far.

Chris also works hard.

Like all slaves, he was not sure that he would be favored by the heavens, and he was lucky enough to draw a white pebble that symbolized the birth lot.

So he didn't have mercy in the face of the mayfly clan that was like a dark cloud.

He shielded the door with a round shield tied to his forearm, squeezed his body behind the other slaves, and stabbed the mayflies in the water with a wooden stick very intently.

It is clear that he used the other slaves as his own shield.

In this notorious city, he learned to be selfish and abandon the glory of knighthood.

But he felt there was nothing wrong with him.

When his strength is weak, when he is not qualified to be kind, he can only choose to be alone and use everything he uses to protect himself as much as possible.

The other slaves were not opposed to this.

Every time you are pierced by the sharp mouthparts of a mayfly, the tingling and paralysis on your body will flood your eyes, quietly burning with anger.

Time passed with the killing melody of the spiked sticks stabbing and retracting.

Thirteen days later, the mayflies that had been densely packed together in the river had become sparse.

Because they couldn't squeeze their way into the water, they were forced to fly almost without a trace.

There were already many people in the slave herd who fell into weakness or died of foaming at the mouth and convulsions because of the mayfly's counterattack, but Chris was miraculous and had not been stabbed by a mayfly's mouthparts.

Sure enough, the world is so ironic.

For example, once a person gives up on kindness, even bad luck will not dare to come.

It's just that bad luck doesn't dare, but people who have lost hope do.

At dusk on the fourteenth day, when the river would be filled with two or three migratory mayflies and let everyone see that the task was complete, a trembling slave threw away the stick in his hand.

He was so tired.

The slave life, which was already underfed, was held on for days and nights, making it difficult for him to continue his physical strength.

He also felt tired.

Almost every day, he was stabbed by the mayfly tribe's counterattack, and his body was already very weak, and he had lost its value to Denise.

He also knew his fate.

When the mayfly migration period is completely over, and they are too weak to please the Vic themselves with gladiatorial fights, they will be reduced to rations for the Vic beasts in captivity.

In a sense, he is the same as the mayflies.

It's a poor child who is wantonly intercepted and killed, and even reproduction is controlled by the Vicks.

Therefore, he also wants to learn from the mayfly clan to make a final counterattack.

Not to fight back against Denise and the other Vic.

His strength can't fight back.

But Chris, who had been squeezing behind him since yesterday, felt that he should give it a shot.

Because these days, the people who are used as meat shields by Chris are all so weak and worthless with him without exception.

So, when he threw down the stick, he used all the strength of his weak body to jump up and smash it the honeycomb rock where the two of them were fighting.

Click!

The fragile honeycomb let out a groan of pain.

Suddenly, he cracked, and the two of them fell into a small lake formed by the confluence of cold springs.