Realm of Power

"You Dorok sinners will one day be punished by God." Fogdigo covered his bloody shoulder, which was covered with whips, with his hands, and gritted his teeth in pain.

He uttered a low curse in his mouth, and followed the person in front of him with staggering steps.

A group of regular soldiers were responsible for escorting them. The regular soldiers wore bright armor and held sharp swords in their hands. They looked at these disheveled and smelly colleagues with mocking eyes. These soldiers from the death camp made them feel A sense of superiority that arises from within,

"It really stinks. Escorting such a group of stinking flies will shorten my life by 10 years." A soldier pretended to cover his nose with his hands. His strange tone made other soldiers burst into laughter.

Other soldiers from some camps gathered around. For these ordinary soldiers, the mysterious death camp was still very curious, and they pointed at the slowly advancing queue. He tried his best to ridicule everyone's flaws and weaknesses. This tall one is like a bamboo pole, and that bald head can almost be used as a mirror.

Finally, their eyes focused on Foggedigo

"Come and see, there is a dwarf among these people. Is the so-called death camp actually a circus? There are all kinds of weird things," a soldier shouted exaggeratedly, making everyone laugh.

"I didn't expect that dwarfs could join the army. This time it was really eye-opening."

"Haha, yes, still a Golid dwarf"

Among these death camp soldiers, Fogdigo, who was only 1.6 meters tall, looked ashen-faced. His short height was obviously shorter than the others, and he had a festering scar on his leg that made him look funny when he walked. He swayed like one of those dwarf actors who followed the nobles to please him.

This scar was the wound left by the brand when he was judged as a sinner. In the harsh sanitary environment of the death camp, his wound did not heal but fester, just like his heart is festering now.

He didn't expect that the Dorok people he once loved would humiliate him so much.

Don't they know that I was convicted to help them fight for their rights? Fogdigo was at a loss. The harsh laughter was like a needle pricking his heart, and his former faith was riddled with holes in this evil laugh.

Braving the odds, a dozen soldiers from the death battalion were finally forced into the back compartment of a carriage, which was a caravan converted from a freight carriage. In front are four horses pulling the cart, with two coachmen sitting in the front, and behind is a trunk about 5 meters long. With more than 10 big men crammed into it at once, the space suddenly seemed crowded.

"Asshole, you're squeezing me"

Even though the people in front were shouting like this, the soldiers from the death camp behind them could no longer control that much and almost used all their strength. Just like a thief fleeing after being beaten by thorns, he squeezed into the back of the carriage and fled,

for them. It will be as lovely as heaven there now, until the curtain comes down. The mocking sounds outside were blocked by the sunlight, and a gasping sound was clearly heard in the carriage carriage.

"Assholes, these people are all assholes..."

A grumpy man cursed angrily. He was the bald one who was ridiculed the most. Just now, a soldier reached out and touched his bald head wantonly.

His previous job was as an accountant in a grain store. In order to keep his family alive from hunger, he made large-scale falsification of accounts and left the food that he had corruptly left to his family. In the end, he was reported because the grain store was owned by a local speaker. , so he was severely punished and sent directly to the death camp without any judgment.

"Fogdigo, do you know where we are going to be taken?" A death battalion soldier gently pushed Fogdigo who was sitting next to him. From the moment he entered the carriage, Fogdigo He just kept silent,

"I don't know, but this road is not going to the battlefield, because the Falcon Army is in the northwest, but we are running to the southeast." Fogdigo tilted his head and glanced outside, as if he had just recovered. Come, said in a low voice

"Southeast? Isn't that the direction of the legion's base camp?" A death camp soldier who could identify the direction by sunlight said to himself.

"Headquarters? If that's the case, we might be in trouble."

His words made another death camp soldier stand up. This was a veteran who had been transferred to three different death camps. It is said that the reason why he wanted to transfer camps was because the death camp he was in no longer existed. No one knew. How did he survive? His status in the death camp was a completely transcendent existence. Even the guarding officer did not dare to punish him at will.

The veteran saw that in addition to their carriage, there were more than a dozen fully armed Dorok cavalry following them on both sides. Such a serious posture made his face change.

"It's very bad. I think I know what they want to do. I never thought that something like this would happen to me..." The veteran put down the curtain in his hand with a heavy expression. His pale face showed that the situation was really bad.

"What do you mean by this?" The veteran's words made everyone in the carriage change their expressions. In the eyes of most ordinary people, the death camp is hell, a dark bottom with no hope forever. It's already so bad. Is there anyone who suffers more?

The veteran was silent for a while, but did not say why, but asked the others, "Before you entered the death camp, you should have seen the parliament execute the enemy's prisoners in public in order to inspire people, right?"

"Yes, I have seen it. It is said that they are all prisoners captured in battles to defeat the enemy. The army always uses this to show off their achievements." A soldier from the death camp nodded. "The last time I saw it, it was the fifth army. , killed 16 Falcon Army prisoners at once, and the scene was shocked. It was really satisfying."

"You said that, I've seen it too, it's quite exciting."

Another death camp soldier gestured with his hands and agreed, "Usually these Falcon Army prisoners are paraded through the streets before being taken to the execution ground. The executioners wearing red masks lift axes as big as door panels.

click

Tsk tsk. It was really exciting to watch the arrogant Falcon Army end up like this, and everyone would cheer for victory. At that moment, I really felt that I had defeated the tyrant of the Falcons in Vecchia."

"Haha. Prisoners of the Falcon Army? What a joke. Have we ever won a battle against the Falcon Army?" A look of dumbfounding appeared on the corner of the veteran's mouth, and he shook his head.

"You mean, those Xuanlu are all..." The earrings that were angry just now suddenly became mute. What could make them feel more dark and shocking than this?

"Parliament, how can you do this?" Earring's spirit suddenly dropped, and his eyes were dull. There was a murmuring sound coming from his mouth, and such a scene appeared in his mind,

He was tied behind his back and knelt on the high platform where prisoners were executed, with shabby linen stuffed in his mouth. He could only make a whining sound. Below the high platform, tens of thousands of Dorok compatriots were looking at him with a look of hatred.

The voice of "Kill him" came like an overwhelming force, countless raised arms, and countless faces red with excitement. The blind cheers from the whole city are simply a hundred times more terrifying than the miserable howls of the devils in hell.

Under the gaze of his wife and three-year-old daughter, he could only struggle in vain.

Executioner is like a show. He skillfully pinched his struggling neck and forced his head onto the severed wooden stake. As pungent as a wooden stump stained with blood

"Falcon Army bastards, go to hell"

The sharp ax was raised high. The cold light flickers, as if even the soul can be absorbed into it. The executioner lets out a long roar. When the roar stops, the sharp guillotine will fall.

"No... I'm not..." My whimpering voice was indistinct and I couldn't express a clear meaning at all. At this moment, who would listen? Everyone's eyes were fixed on the executioner's ax raised high. The cold ax blade seemed to condense everyone's strength,

The executioner's roar finally disappeared. Everyone stretched out their necks, like a group of geese whose necks were pinched. Everyone's voices disappeared. Everyone was waiting in tacit understanding, waiting for the beautiful and bloody scene. moment

"Kill kill kill"

Fanatic cheers came from below, rapid and rhythmic, blood boiling,

"Bang!" Under the eager eyes of everyone, the door-sized ax finally fell like a thunderbolt from the sky. The blade of the ax was like cutting tofu, effortlessly chopping off the person's neck bone.

"Pfft" A column of bright red blood spurted from the headless chest into the air. What did the head flying up into the air with fearful eyes see?

"Victory, defeating the tyrant"

"Long live the Parliament, the Parliament will win." Everyone cheered as if they were under magic. The cheers were overwhelming. Is this the cheers of our compatriots?

"Come on, for the sake of the soldiers fighting on the front line, and for the early completion of the great cause of overthrowing the tyrant, I hope everyone can donate enthusiastically." The well-dressed and red-faced speaker strode from the side to the guillotine with his own body still lying on it.

He raised his hands high, clenched his fists in front of all the fanatical crowd below, and shouted very powerfully, "Everyone has seen that this is the power of our Dorok people. The tyrant is already afraid. He is in front of your power." Trembling, like the poor fellow just now, seeking mercy from you,

bring it on

Donate every copper coin you have and let us forge it into a sharp sword that can chop off the tyrant’s head.

bring it on

Let us work together to push the tyrant to the guillotine."

"Hit.. Down.. Violent.. Jun." That childish voice obviously came from my little daughter who was just learning to talk.

"No, how could this happen?"

He covered his face with earrings and cried bitterly. Pain and torture could not defeat him, and death had no threat. However, the act of being treated as an enemy and killed in front of his relatives made him feel great fear for the first time. There was his wife. , there is a young daughter who is babbling, and there are also parents who are old and still calling for help everywhere.

"Is this our destiny?"

The people in the carriage fell silent when they heard the cries of Earrings. Even the turbid air in the carriage was suffocating. It was so heavy and oppressive that people could not breathe.

"This is not the first time they have done this. Several death camps in the past were decomposed in this way. There are so many cities in Dorok, and the consumption of "prisoners" is huge. Where can they find prisoners?"

The veteran sighed and said, "Without cutting off a few bloody heads, who would be willing to donate all the property at home? Who would send their relatives to the battlefield?"

"They said it was the result of victory at the front. But you have been at the front for a month."

"Do we have a so-called victory and victory? Apart from a rout or a retreat, as the frontline death camp, we don't even know what Commander Falcon looks like, let alone other armies."

“This is a deception game directed and performed by the Parliament itself.”

The veteran grinned. He sat down in the corner of the carriage, minding his own business. "And you and I are their tools to defraud the people of their wealth. It's ridiculous, isn't it? But ordinary people just believe this. They obviously don't know anything, they just like to believe in our army." They are beating the arrogant Falcon Army to pieces"

In the heavy atmosphere, everyone stopped talking. It was deathly silent, with only the sound of the carriage rutting on the gravel road.

"I don't want to die. Not to mention such an dishonorable way to die." This was the voice of Foggedigo. He stood up from his seat, came to the curtain outside the carriage, and looked up at the sky.

"It should still be morning now. And executions usually take place at 2 p.m., which means we still have a chance." Fogdigo said to himself, and other people looked at him one after another.

Although Fogdigo was not very good-looking in the death camp, he was not a very powerful guy. But he was very famous in the death camp, not only because he was once a high-ranking noble, but also because he was sentenced to the death camp for inciting treason. For other ordinary people who were sent to the death camp. Foggedigo is so mysterious,

A high-ranking nobleman was sent to a death camp. This once caused a sensation in the death camp, and everyone wanted to know. What mistake did this noble man make to end up in such a place? To be charged with inciting treason is enough to show that Fogdigo's identity is extraordinary. He is probably a big shot in a certain area. For this, Fogdigo Gedigo was also silent, unwilling to reveal a word.

"How do you know it's morning?"

A death camp soldier asked in a confused voice. In the gloomy death camp soldier's barracks, it is difficult to accurately calculate the time. Besides, it is sunny outside and it is impossible to tell whether it is morning or noon.

"Because we were taken out before we had breakfast"

Fogdigo answered him without looking back, "According to regulations, our soldiers in the death camp are treated the same as ordinary soldiers, twice a day, once in the morning and evening, but for these death camp soldiers who are destined to die, we are responsible for Logistics officers tend to provide food only in the morning of the day,

"And they are all spoiled and inedible bread, but even these, the supply and the amount of water have obviously been severely exploited at all levels." Fogdigo stopped his voice and said with a serious face. In the hands of the soldiers in the death camp, it was just enough for the minimum survival consumption. People were carried out from the death camp every day."

I have asked the local council about this before, but the council said that according to the officers, this is normal consumption. If these death camp soldiers are fattened up, they will have the energy to cause trouble for themselves. Just give them a full meal and that’s it.”

"These vampires will even peel off a layer of a dying person."

Fogdigo's explanation caused a lot of curses to be heard in the carriage. These ordinary soldiers who joined the death camps did not know that the death camps were treated the same as ordinary soldiers. They thought that this was what the death camps were like.

"You said you can raise questions to the parliament. Did you ever be a local councilor?" Only the veteran sitting alone in the corner suddenly asked,

Everyone suddenly became quiet and all looked at Fogdigo.

"Yes." Fogdigo's face suddenly turned livid. After two minutes, he nodded heavily, "I used to be proud of this, but now I am ashamed of it."

"Asshole, I should have thought that you are a scum of the parliament." The earrings jumped up from the opposite side, and the huge body was like a violent bear pressing on Fogdigo. The thin and short Fogdigo was completely pressed underneath,

"Parliament, go to hell!" Earring raised his fist and hit him hard on his face with high cheekbones. One punch caused a nosebleed, and another punch made his eye socket black. The carriage was completely in a mess. The very narrow carriage suddenly swayed from side to side, like a ship caught in waves.

"Stop, do you want to cause everyone to die early?" A strong hand suddenly grasped the raised fist with earrings. It was the veteran sitting in the corner.

His thin body looked so strong at the moment. He walked through the crowd with almost no hindrance. He touched the outside with his mouth and cursed in a low voice, "Do you want to beat him to death? If you attract the guards from outside, The cavalry, in order to cover up the leaked secret, they will kill us all without hesitation."

"I want you to go away"

Earrings cursed angrily, but he was surprised to find that even though he tried his best, he could not break free from the veteran's hand. It felt like he was being clamped by an extremely strong iron clamp, and there was no way to break free. . Is this old guy a monster?

"If you don't stop, I will kill you first. I will do what I say. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try."

A trace of ferocity flashed across the veteran's face, and he spat out a harsh word from his nose. The ferocity in his body burst out like a tide. Even a bastard like an earring was stunned. The veteran's eyes were so terrifying. , cold and devoid of any emotion, I feel that if I continue to make trouble, this skinny guy will definitely blow his head off with a punch,

"There is no need to fight with such people."

This thought made the earrings loosen their grip on the collar of Fogdigo's clothes.

"Ahem, thank you." Fogdigo recovered from the state of being suffocated. His mouth was filled with the smell of blood and he made an unpleasant dry cough.

"Don't thank me, I just don't want the person who helped us escape to die early." The veteran's cold eyes swept over him, full of complex expressions. Welcome to v