The clouds of gloom obscured the sun in the sky, the black rain spread in the wind, the ground was full of small pools, and the silted sewage canals overflowed, pouring out from both sides of the road, accompanied by the stench and filth that could not be concealed, and exuded without reservation.

The cold wind kept blowing, the icy rain was beating, the gray accompanied the sky, there was no sunshine, no blue sky, and no clear water, and there was only biting cold and unbearable darkness in the air.

Filthy sewage flowed freely through the streets, splashing raindrops carried sludge and dirty water to the wreckage of the ruins on both sides, and the dilapidated houses were reduced to a relatively intact rotten roof, and the roof beams and pillars creaked and creaked, as if mocking and sarcastic.

The little brown-haired boy hid in the gap between the two houses, his dirty hands covered with mud clutching his collar tightly, his gray coat like a rag protecting himself, and his toes dripping directly into the water, resting against the wall. The drops of water that slipped from the eaves kept falling on his back, making him shiver each time, and the cold wind filtered through his clothes, soothing his already stiff, unconscious skin.

There is no cooing belly, only a sallow face, a skinny chest and limbs.

A bone.

It didn't look like a pig's bone, but it looked like a cow's bone, slender and white, with a faint yellow spot, and there was something that looked like gray at the joints of the two ends, floating through the sewage in front of the boy's eyes.

The boy who had been lifeless suddenly came to life! The tip of his tongue gently licked his bloodless lips, and his eyes were fixed on the bone, as if to memorize it in his mind.

Struggling to his feet, the boy gritted his teeth and dug his nails into his palms, the pain recovering him, but this recovery made him hungrier, hungry and his teeth trembling.

He staggered, fighting his body with every step, his faint desire to survive supported him, blood on his legs, his clothes wet with sewage, but the soles of his feet were still moving forward.

He stretched out his hands, towards the lonely bone, and his body seemed to be struggling to maintain balance, but it was still moving forward, in the river of sewage.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......!!!!"

The speeding carriage, with a thunderous sound, moved swiftly toward the street where the boy was.

Despair, self-mourning............ The boy looked at the speeding carriage and did not dare to move.

The heart in his chest was beating rapidly, and the boy who felt a trace of temperature instantly mustered up his courage, and with a little bit of his insignificant strength, he flew forward and jumped forward, and threw his hands on the bone!

This is his chance, he wants to live! He wants to live! He doesn't want to give up this chance!

Almost instantly, the boy leaped from the carriage and threw himself into the sewage, but he couldn't catch it, his palms without the strength to clench, and the smooth bones slipped out of his palms and fell to the side.

He wasn't going to give up, so the boy struggled to crawl forward, like a drowning man's struggle.

"Appeal ――――――――――!!!!!!"

The speeding carriage stopped, and after a soft thud, the doors were opened.

A gloomy old man stepped out of the carriage, his gray hair meticulously combed, clinging to his scalp, dressed in a black fine garment, and a black cloak with silver trim over it, as if to merge with his black carriage.

The boy looked at the old man tremblingly, did not dare to move even a little thumb, and nervously lowered his head and lay down in the sewage.

The old man glared at the coachman reproachfully, then took out a steaming bowl from the servant in the carriage, dripping with dirty water without paying any attention, walked up to the boy, and squatted down gently.

The boy looked at the bowl in amazement, and the disbelief in his eyes made him a little uncontrollable - it was actually a bowl of broth!

"Drink it, and you'll feel better. The old man seemed tired, but happy, and put the bowl to the boy's mouth: "Drink it." ”

"Woo-" Without hesitation, the boy poured the hot broth into his mouth with unprecedented speed, and there was not a drop left, and the tip of his hot blood-red tongue licked back and forth in the bowl, leaving tears in his eyes.

The hot soup made the boy feel his body, as if all the liliang had returned, gasping for breath, the corners of his mouth grinning, revealing his miserable white teeth.

Just as he was about to thank the old man, he suddenly got up: "Wait for me." The old man hurried back to the carriage, and soon came out again, with an extra sack in his hand.

The old man returned to the boy with the cloth bag, and when he saw him stand up, there was an imperceptible smile on his face, and he handed the cloth bag to the boy's hand, holding the boy's hands, but the withered palms were as warm as the boy.

"You must have a family too, right?father, mother, or brother and sister?" the old man asked, word for word, and only after seeing the boy nod slightly did he take his hand back.

"Don't eat these by yourself, understand?" the old man admonished the boy: "Share with your relatives, share them with your relatives, I believe they must be hungry now! Remember this, your relatives are your dependence, you and they will always be a whole, remember?"

The boy nodded as if he didn't understand, he could feel what was in the bag, even the icy rain and biting cold wind could not hide the tempting smell of wheat.

It's bread! And there's more than one! It's really white bread made of wheat milled and carefully baked, the staple food of the old man!

The old man lovingly touched the boy's wet head: "Go, hurry home, you shouldn't stay here at this time, it's dangerous outside, especially for a child like you." ”

The boy took a deep look at the old man, then hugged the cloth bag in his arms tightly, and quickly ran away, splashing on the ground with the soles of his feet.

The old man turned around, walked over to the sewage, carefully picked up the bone, wiped it with his cuff a few times, returned to the carriage, and handed it to his servant.

"Merciful lord, this ............" The servant was a little frightened: "Are we ......"

"Take it out of the city, and bury it somewhere!" the old man lamented, "don't make a noise, remember to come back quickly." ”

"But it's just a ............," the servant bowed his head and politely refused, "and it seems to be the same as those ...... , their opinions do not match!"

"In any case, they are our compatriots, and it is really inhuman to abandon them like this. The old man put it in the servant's hand: "The least respect must be there." ”

"No matter what you say, you can't let these poor people really become lonely ghosts!"

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The Holy Pender Empire, the former imperial capital, Issos, a city of great glory and great glory, is still glorious - but it is the glory of the conquerors, the most glorious spoils of war belonging to the orcs.

For humanity, for the people of the former empire, they are left with only a shame that is deep in the bones and embedded in the soul.

And for the human beings still living in this city, there is endless fear and despair, life is worse than death, and there is no daylight.

What they can do is to find food in the sewage ditch and barely survive, the former brocade and food, the glory of the imperial capital, and the dignity of the ancient Pande people have long been forgotten, as long as they can live, nothing else matters.

For this city, the orcs have also had disagreements, after all, it is such a glorious trophy, a large city with a population of more than 300,000, even if a large number of people flee because of some resistance, there are still more than 100,000 people who have not left in time, plus the surrounding rural towns, it is even more difficult to count.

Zuihou, which became the territory of the Balitu tribe, the largest tribe of the orcs, also included a considerable amount of land centered on Issos.

And the humans living in this land have rightfully become slaves of the Balitu tribe.

The once free people became slaves, of course, it was unbearable. But they could only survive, because even ordinary orcs could easily kill a dozen untrained bankers, and riots and uprisings became a real joke among orcs.

What really scares them is that the orcs don't just treat themselves as slaves, they sometimes become their food, satisfying the appetites of these brutal beasts!

Oppressed, bullied, abused, heavy loads of work without soothing the belly of black bread, ravaged and insulted, and even turned into a meal!

For orcs, humans may not really be much different from livestock.

Or is there anything more ironic than that of the more upscale livestock?

The orcs did not have the aesthetics and high civilization of humans, so they did not have any idea of repairing the city that they had destroyed, but only repaired the city walls, and the original holy palace became the new home of their leader, the Khan, and the descendants of the Khan's brothers divided the residences of the original high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

The city, which had been glorious for four hundred years, died and lifeless, leaving only the remains standing alone.

Of course, as a human, it is not completely impossible to live well under the rule of orcs, and there is still a glimmer of chance.

If, if there really is such a person, he will abandon his dignity as a human being, no longer regard himself as a human being, be loyal, obedient, willing to be a pig or dog, and as a master, he will also generously throw away one or two bones when eating meat.

But who would do that?

(I don't know what everyone thinks, but this chapter I wrote myself is very painful, it's a small emotion, our current life is actually still very haode, it's better than the era when people ate people.)

I feel it!)