Bidding farewell to Captain Steve, Qi Lang continued his pursuit. The scent of the snow wolf was still in front of him, but Igroul asked a slightly surprised digression as he indicated the location: "You are such a strange fellow, why do you think of my people? Have you forgotten that they almost left you with no bones in the first place?"

Qi Lang smiled faintly: "I haven't forgotten, it can be said that I still remember it vividly." Their teeth, their claws, I remember them very well. I just think they deserve to survive, probably partly because of you, but I can't tell, I just think so. ”

"Oh...... Very good explanation......" Iglu also smiled faintly.

Igru could understand Qi Lang's thoughts, he knew that his companion was not the same as the wolf, although at the beginning he thought that all species in this world were selfish egoists, but after spending so much time together, he began to be convinced that there were some aliens in this world, they were benevolent and benevolent, and they could curb their subconscious selfish desires, just like this guy in front of him. He seems to be a little simple, but that simplicity is also amiable and respectable.

Qi Lang didn't focus on accepting Igru's thoughts, still keeping full speed and chasing after him. Skimming over a boulder rising from the edge of the cliff, he swept away the mist like a whirlwind.

There was a light shining between the dark rocks, and those lights were a pair of eyes, green and terrified. It was the wolves who were cautiously looking at the bloody world in front of them, their limited intelligence, to the sound of fighting in the distance. They are puzzled as to why humans are always fighting and killing. And the purpose of their fights and killings is not to fill their stomachs?

Same as Igru. Qi Lang also fell silent. He was also wondering why he had suddenly made such a request to Captain Steve, because he could be assured that he didn't want to prove that he was a benevolent person by such an act, as if it was completely subconscious, as if God had suddenly given him some kind of revelation. He seemed to have figured it out, and that's probably it, it was the will of the gods: every group has a meaning for their existence, otherwise why would the gods create so many abundant species when they created this world? That's just because. This world belongs to all living beings, whether they are strong or weak, they all deserve a place here.

In another sense, good and evil should be the same, and the two opposing sides are also gifts from the gods to the world. Good and evil coexist in the struggle, creating countless reincarnations, which seem meaningless, but in reality, it is meaning. People. Or all species, making mistakes. And then correcting mistakes, correcting mistakes, that's part of this world.

People are bound to make mistakes in this world, because this is the world of living things, not the world of God. Like weeds in the wasteland, they die and live, live and die, seemingly meaningless, but it is their presence that makes the bare mountains full of green and full of life......

The scent of the snow wolf became more and more clear, and it was not far ahead, as if it was waiting there with a sneer, secretly glad that his plan was about to succeed. He was in the direction of the exit to the town of Vace.

The shouts were deafening from the heart of the town, as if countless prisoners were being whipped with leather whips, and the screams were heart-pounding.

Qi Lang frowned slightly.

At last, the hellish and dark town of Vache is about to visit again.

Qi Lang felt that he should adjust to a good mood and completely exclude those dark memories from his mind. It's nothing to be sad about, and it should even be thankful that the Credon guys, who have been swallowed up by hatred, are in the thick of it. They will no longer be able to threaten the innocent people of Shachie, nor will they stretch their evil tentacles all over the world, luring the poor people in suffering to give back to the world with a hundredfold hatred.

But those screams are so harsh!

Wise old Henry, how could he not think of a more merciful way to deal with it?

Qi Lang's heart sank more and more, as if those miserable cries had weight, and could be piled up in his heart bit by bit, making it begin to accelerate and jump in the heaviness, plopping, plopping......

The two tall peaks that were split by the giant axe of the gods appeared, just more than a thousand meters away in front of them, and Qi Lang looked at it from this angle for the first time, because he had never looked back at it when he broke into the Snow Wolf Canyon last time - it turned out that no matter which angle they looked at, they were all annoying, and the pitch-black mountain rocks and sharp cliffs were like two giant axes, standing tall, completely besieging this exit.

Igru nearly lost his target, as there was an extremely strong smell coming from ahead, almost obscuring his brother's breath. However, Qi Lang could make up for Iglu's mistake, for he seemed to see the white, slightly thin body flickering past the tall black rock at the mouth.

It was a huge piece of natural black agate, and it had a history. It is said that when the town of Vache was first founded, it caused an uproar throughout the country. People saw a new way of life, no longer having to brutally kill the hostile forces, but instead to use their labor in the service of this noble nation. Because of this, the jubilant people offered this beautiful rock, which weighed hundreds of tons. Its bevel is smooth and flat, and although it is extremely hard, the craftsmen still tried their best to carve the words "Immortal Empire" on it, but as the years passed, the words "immortal" have been spent, and even if you look closely, it is difficult to make out what they looked like.

That's the power of time. Just like the Gondwana ballad left by Owu, nothing is immortal, and no matter how noble the glory, it is a humble passerby in the face of time.

The snow wolf had indeed disappeared, just like that. He was familiar with the place, and it seems that he had secretly visited the town of Vache more than once in order to choose his host.

As one of the slaves, Qi Lang was actually not familiar with this place, because the slaves' activity area was nothing more than a long corridor, a wooden ladder on the rock wall, and then there was the small stone house. Needless to say, the steel building, even the vermilion flowers that grew luxuriantly due to the abundance of fertilizer on the side of the road, they actually didn't have a chance to take a few more looks—when the pressure of survival became a heavy shackle, even the most beautiful scenery was gray and even shocking.

The screams became more and more harsh, and Qi Lang seemed to have a hallucination, as if he was rushing to the gates of hell, and when he returned to it, he would go back to those three painful years, whipping, scolding, and never ending toil......

Qi Lang's heart sank more and more. If it weren't for the fact that his physical strength was about to run out of support, he would have almost screamed.

But he can't retreat, it's not an unfaceable past, Qi Lang is ready.

On the north side of the road there was a large mound of dirt overgrown with weeds. Qi Lang also remembered the mound, which was said to be a tomb for the burial of some of the most important slaves, but that tradition had been abandoned for a long time, about a hundred years, because at first the slaves still hoped to be able to exchange their hard work for future freedom, so they worked with enthusiasm and contributed greatly to this glorious empire. The promised freedom was not kept, and the glory they received was buried in this large sun-lit burial bag after death, and their souls were thus rested?

Qi Lang's heart became even heavier.

He even began to suspect that the snow wolf had gone to great lengths to lure him over just to make him go crazy and throw himself back into the arms of the devil. Whether he will or not, Qi Lang himself is a little unclear. He wasn't sure, especially when a piercing scream rushed into his ear drums, and when a bloody scene was about to begin, he felt that his last line of defense was likely to collapse at the last moment.

But Qi Lang still decided to move on, because he knew that if he chose to retreat at this moment, he would really lose, and he might not be able to become a real winner in this life. Come on, insidious demon, and see what else you have up your sleeve!

"Tong!"

Qi Lang fell to the ground, took a step, and ran wildly, even if the scene in front of him was terrible, he still had the confidence to stick to his defense!

He saw that 60,000 strong soldiers had formed a huge encirclement, their bows and arrows were full, and their long swords were flashing with cold light!

In the encirclement, between the wide fields, more than 10,000 Creden struggled and scattered all over the place, and heart-rending screams were coming out one after another. They were the slaves, with dark skin, thin bodies, wrinkled faces...... They are tormented as if they were being tempered by the fire of hell!

Qi Lang's defense line was broken in an instant, and he realized at this moment that he couldn't accept all of that at all.

That's exactly what that snow wolf really intended!

He just wanted Qi Lang to see this barbaric and inhumane scene! He had already made up his mind to let this crazy scene transform him, so that justice and mercy would leave him from now on, and he seemed to be about to succeed, because Qi Lang's chest was already burning with anger, and the seed planted by the devil in his blood was about to take root and sprout!

However, just as Qi Lang nervously clenched his fists, he suddenly realized that the scene in front of him seemed to be slightly different from what he had expected—it didn't seem like a killing was going on there...... (To be continued......)