The Legend of Fatality

Time flies. When the next year arrives, Bai En thinks that everything is developing step by step. There is bad news. The elder brother Brin Razell was selected by Baine a few years ago because of his good performance as a security captain, and assembled a tax team to collect more and more farmland from Fatalin. Relying on a good attitude towards slaves—Bai En thinks, and low taxes on slaves—Bai En thinks, and gives slaves a bright future—Fatlin's masters think so.

But I did n’t expect someone to resist taxes. When he heard the news, Bai En was lying on a chair outside Antalatem ’s mage tower while basking in the sun while drinking wine, with Audric sold to him in his hand. Basic textbooks in the Academy of Magic. He is thinking about whether there is any need to improve and strengthen the newly developed spell.

"Is the other party not willing to pay taxes?" Bai En asked, tilting his head and looking at Lazer.

Wore a black leather armor, and inside the leather armor, wearing a black silver robe, Razzle bowed his head and explained.

"Of course not, sir. I used some means, but the other slaves around me took the opportunity to come up, still holding weapons in my hand. I was afraid of causing damage to the sir, so I withdrew it first. Ask the sir for instructions.

"Weapon? Farm tools." Bai En pouted and didn't believe Brother Brin's words at all. "Does the whip in your hand work?"

"Adult, they even try to **** the whip made by the adult, and even attack us. I am worried that using some tough means will cause the adult to lose in vain." Razell said for my good tone.

"Waste." Bai En hates this tone the most. You don't need you to do it for me. You just need to raise the tax.

"Lead the way ahead, let me take a look." Bai En, who couldn't help, lifted his **** from the chair and chose to see the situation in person.

In front of a village surrounded by farmland, the villagers gathered together and kept arguing. The content ranges from forcing the tax officer to attract the ambitions of Master and Master, to unraveling and conquering the Black Tower. After standing in the crowd, Sidru thought that after the discussion came out, the group of wizards had already taken the army to the entrance of the village.

"Listen to me! Slaves!" Sidru tried to attract the villagers' attention with amazing words. "Yes! Slaves, we are all slaves. They bought us for money, but we also paid for our work!"

Hedru Baggins asked the villagers to digest their own words, waited for a while, and saw everyone quiet down.

"But they are greedy and take away most of our food every year. We can only rely on the remaining food to live on! Yes, we are hungry and we can eat enough. But! Don't we need salt? We don't Do we need clothes? Isn't it possible for our children to eat a piece of candy at the festival? "

"We used to be free people! Every one of us has paid taxes before, even if all kinds of taxes are down, it can make us live. It can also make our lives a little better! And here, it is simply an abyss. , We can only keep falling. If we do not fight now, shall we resist after we die? "

Villagers are easily instigated, but in the end it is because of the words of Sidru or pure hope that if there are enough people to be buried with luck, no one can tell.

Lansenberg was once a poor place on the southern continent. Except for the occasional ships from the empire that came to Hong Kong to visit Hong Kong, it was basically a place isolated from the world. The harsh summer in the south has passed. Before the coming comfortable winter, he ushered in a short harvest. He is still hopeful, hoping that Mary will not only look at him with her half-smiling smile .

He eats like other people, works like other people, and sleeps like other people. But even then, before everything changed, he still dreamed, and these dreams were full of Mary's posture.

That morning, when things happened, screaming awakened Sidru from a dark dream. Then he started rubbing his eyes. He pushed himself up and pushed the heavy blanket off the straw mat. Then he got up and sweated, and he had nightmares again. He only slept well just a few hours before dawn. He kept awake because of a vague fear, which had no obvious roots. There was a dazzling cold light in the crack of the door. He wiped his eyes with his fingers again, trying to wipe off the residual drowsiness. He dreamed of ... what? It's hard to remember.

Hedru stumbled to the outside, and with a bang, he closed the door of the cabin. The dazzling dawn lit up the village streets, and the strong light stimulated his eyes, causing him a headache. Everything has become real and has become extremely relaxed: everything has become a distinctive relief: the flesh and blood flowing down the wall dirty on the low wall, smashing into a greasy puddle in the mud, and the old thatch protruding under the roof A stalk is like a mess of hair. But the voice was suppressed and strange. More screams pierced the sky, over and over again, with terrible pain.

The scream of a woman is unbelievable. Sidrew stumbled towards the voice. A group of people gathered in a humble house with thick wooden doors in Lansenburg. Sidru knew the owner of this house, just as he knew all the houses in the village. The woman who lives there is called Maria.

Then he found that it was not a group of people standing in front of Maria's house, but a few dark-skinned orcs. There was a long wooden pole in front of Maria's open door. UU reading www.uukanshu. The com is about seven feet tall and is inserted on the ground. A bundle of rope was tied to it, a pair of arms, and ... Maria's face under the arm. Looking from behind the orc's head, Maria's face appeared very small. Her screaming became very painful, the woman rocked up and down the wooden pole, and when she rocked, her clothes fell off her arm.

Hedru saw everything. He covered his mouth and didn't let himself cry, but the tears couldn't stop. He could only cover his mouth with one hand and the hunting knife with one hand.

Hilden forgot his headache and he started to tremble. He saw the orc again, grinning, it had found himself long ago, it went around the wall, and it stood there watching.

Hidru looked up, and he saw Mary looking at him with that half-appreciative and half-sneering smile, reaching out to him, and he broke free of her hand and grabbed her by the arm. She stopped laughing. His red eyes looked up at his face, and Sidru saw the fear that appeared on his rough dark face.

Hidru buried Maria, then left the existence, went northward, and finally encountered the slave arrest team. He did not resist because everything was meaningless.

"Now," Sidru said. "We have to go now. The elder brother Brin will go to the mages to complain."

"All of us, leave the village!" He said, "We must go before the Masters come."

Hedru knew he was repeating these words, he knew how silly he sounded. But he needs to let the villagers act, he needs more villagers as an opportunity.

"Where are we going?" The villagers asked.

"Heita! There are villages along the way. Go to those villages and tell them that we are going to talk to the lords about taxation." Sidru said loudly.