Warhammer Wizard

In the middle of the night, Desen woke up again from a nightmare and found that his face was covered in tears.

The rickety cabin was crowded, with only a dim gas lamp overhead, and it could be seen that more than 20 people were crammed into the narrow space of more than ten square meters.

The sultry and humid air was mixed with the disgusting odor of sweat, which penetrated into the nostrils in bursts.

More than a month ago, Desen must have vomited, but now he has gradually become accustomed to the smell.

He couldn't fall asleep, so he grabbed the chain on his wrist and sat up carefully against the wooden wall of the cabin, so as not to make a noise and wake the others.

Across the board, the sound of the waves came from outside the boat.

"This time, I don't know where to be sent..." Desen thought numbly.

The shaking lights made his thoughts fly, and he remembered the nightmare just now.

His hometown "Monolong" is a small town in the eastern part of the Principality of Kemer. His father runs a shop in the city. Although he can't provide the luxury of a noble life, he supports his family and sends himself and his sister to school. , much happier than the farmer outside the city.

If nothing else, he can take over the family's shop by following his father's experience for two more years, and let his father who has worked hard all his life relax.

However, the arrival of the Verna destroyed all this.

Monolong is more than 200 miles away from the border between the Principality of Kemeier and the Kingdom of Vera. There are military fortresses and troops stationed in front of it, but the people of Vera do not know what to do. They bypassed the defense and suddenly appeared in Monolong. outside the city.

Desen still remembers that day very clearly. It took only half an hour for the cavalry of the Verna to route the gates and guards.

These villains who believe in the Storm rushed into the city, set fire to kill people everywhere, and reduced a city with a history of hundreds of years to ruins.

Desen will never forget the tragic scene at that time.

His father and mother both died under the butcher knives of the Weena people. He and his sister hid in the cellar, but they still failed to escape the bad luck and were caught by the Weena people. He tried to resist, but the Verna who captured him was an extraordinary person, crushing him with strength and speed, and was subdued without even drawing a sword.

He and his sister were then shackled and escorted all the way across the border into the Kingdom of Verna, where they were finally covered in black cloth bags at a port and sent to a slave ship.

When he took off the black cloth, it was already two days later, and he was dying of hunger.

I heard from the knowledgeable people around me that my place is Shenzhen Hong Kong City.

The deep port city of the Oriente Empire!

Desen has always had a wish to go to the Oriente Empire and see with his own eyes one of the most powerful empires in the world, the mortal kingdom created by the legendary great wizards who are comparable to gods. The nobles and rich people of the Principality of Kemer, as long as they have money, will send their children to the empire for training. It is said that several princes and princesses of Archduke Lenkemel grew up in Nothrael, the capital of the empire.

He did not have such conditions, but in school, he spent several years learning the Orion language, but he did not have the opportunity to travel.

He never thought that he would come to the empire as a slave.

What's even more disappointing is that I can't see the appearance of Shenzhen-Hong Kong City at all.

After getting off the slave ship, he was sent to a prison-like slave market overnight. The tall stone walls and strict guards blocked his eyes from looking outside.

The clansmen were separated and locked in dark prisons.

Desen tried to escape but had no chance at all.

The only thing that makes him happy is that the slave owners here did not deliberately abuse them. They have two humble meals a day, and they can't eat enough, but they can't starve to death.

It's been a rough month like this.

Until a few days ago, when he was pulled from the prison by the guards in chains and displayed like a cargo, he knew that it was time to decide his tragic fate again.

When he was reprimanded, he looked up and saw a man.

This man looks very young, only in his early twenties, he should be about the same age as himself, but the first time he saw him, he left an extremely deep impression.

Desen has never seen such a person before. He is tall and strong, wearing a simple light armor, and a large blood-red cloak on his back is very eye-catching, but it is not as bright as his appearance, and there is a pair of clear on his handsome face. With firm eyes and extraordinary temperament, he is like a hero who has stepped out of an epic!

He stood in that luxurious hall, surrounded by everyone around him, even the slave trader who had seen it once, nodded and bowed, with a look of flattery.

Desen couldn't describe how he felt at the time, and his mind was completely shocked.

That person swept over himself and his clan with his scrutinizing eyes, his eyes were as calm as lake water, and he vaguely stayed on his body for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a sentence: "Change another batch."

Then he was pulled back to prison.

Desen thought that he was not selected. This should have been a happy thing, but he was inexplicably lost in his heart, and he kept thinking about the appearance and style of that person in his mind.

The clansmen in the prison were also whispering about the adult.

There are a lot of guesses, but no one can say for sure his origin. The only consensus is that that person must be a very powerful Transcendent, and he must be a noble of the empire.

The day after that day, Desen and all of his clan were once again put on a slave ship.

This time the ship sailed farther at sea.

It has been four days, but it has not yet reached the end, and no one in the cabin knows where they will be sent. Some clansmen were not used to taking boats and got sick because of it, but they were treated by a pharmacist right away, as if they were afraid that something might go wrong with these slaves.

"Father, mother..." Desen was depressed and murmured.

He listened to the sound of the waves crashing on the boat, and before he knew it, tears flowed down again, but he didn't feel the slightest sleepiness.

I thought that the night would be over, but suddenly, a harsh alarm bell sounded in the cabin.

Everyone was awakened.

Bang bang bang!

The guards on the ship knocked loudly on the cabin door and shouted: "Everyone gets up, get to the place, and prepare to disembark immediately. Whoever dares to delay time, be careful with the whip!"

Desen quickly stood up and woke up a few clansmen who were still confused.

After a while, the hull shook slightly and stopped.

Fierce guards entered the cabin, chained the slaves one by one, and whipped them out to the deck.

It was still late at night outside, and the sea breeze was a little cool.

"It's already late autumn."

Desen greedily took a breath of fresh air, tightened his linen shirt, looked outside, and suddenly found the slave ship parked in a huge port.

He had never seen such a big port. In the darkness of the night, there were hundreds of ships docked in the berth, the pier was brightly lit, and there were many workers working hard. A thriving neighborhood was built in the pier, and there was a commotion from the taverns and hotels, where people were playing all night.

Looking up into the distance, there are vaguely tall buildings piercing the sky, with lights shining like stars in the sky.

Desen noticed an unusually dark cloud in the higher sky.

It was too dark to see clearly, but there was light shining in the clouds, barely illuminating some vague outlines, as if something huge was hidden.

"Where is this?" Desen said absentmindedly.

Not only him, all the slaves were looking around curiously, slowing down involuntarily.

Snapped……

The guards twitched their whips, made a whistling sound in the air, and shouted: "What are you looking at, why don't you go!"

The slaves shrank their necks and disembarked one by one in fright.

When they got to the dock, they discovered that there were more than a dozen huge cars parked here. The bodies were heavy and long, bigger than any car in the Principality of Kemer. After forty people, dozens more can be squeezed in.

Someone recognized it and whispered: "This is a bus, only available in the big cities of the empire."

Desen's eyes widened, he had longed for the Empire for a long time, of course he knew what a bus was, and finally saw it today.

The slaves were driven up and packed the whole car.

Desen was lucky enough to grab a window seat. The hard iron chair was uncomfortable, but it was better than standing in the aisle.

Group after group of slaves got off the boat and got into the car.

Moments later, every car was packed, and with a roar of steam, the cars moved slowly across the wide road on the quay and out of the port.

Desen found that the guards who had transported him to the port were gone, and a group of mercenaries and centaurs took over.

Each mercenary is a superhuman, clad in armor and armed with weapons, riding on the backs of centaurs and running on both sides of the line of cars.

The bus galloped through the dark, the road was smooth, with only light bumps.

Desen looked curiously at the world outside the window.

He has been able to determine that this is still an empire, but he doesn't know which city it is. He has a few guesses in his heart but can't make an accurate judgment.

Suddenly, the bus turned into a wider road, and as the car moved forward, a large block of tall buildings appeared on the right side. Even at night, from miles away, you can see that it is a brightly lit world, like a city that never sleeps!

Especially the three towering buildings, the top of which can't be seen when looking up, like three huge pillars standing under the night.

This attracted the eyes of all the slaves and exclaimed.

"I see, this is Modu!" a slave suddenly shouted: "My uncle has been to Modu before, and he told me that these three buildings were built to imitate the wizard's tower, and they all belonged to a Gera. Earl Morgan's estate."

"It turned out to be Modu..." Desen was stunned.

He calculated from the sailing time of the slave ships, counted the cities along the coast of the empire, and guessed that he was either in Modu or several large cities nearby.

The car continues to drive.

Finally, an hour later, the bus pulled into a huge manor, to be precise, it should be a large farm, because the autumn harvest had just passed, and most of the fields were empty. Not far from the manor house, there are several large warehouses, and the car stops in the open space in front of the warehouse.

"All down!"

Someone shouted outside, although the tone was not as vicious as the slave guards, and there was no whip warning, but the slaves did not dare to delay, and got off in an orderly line.

When all the slaves came down, the bus immediately started to leave.

There were already people waiting in front of the warehouse, all of whom seemed to be powerful and powerful. They divided more than 1,000 slaves into five teams, each team of more than 200 people, and assigned them to five large warehouses like factories. .

Entering the warehouse, Desen found that it had been transformed into a dormitory, divided into dozens of rooms with wooden boards. Each room has a row of wide beds, which can sleep seven or eight people side by side without being crowded. The bed is prepared with quilts and clothes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There are also washrooms and toilets in an area of ​​the warehouse.

Although these conditions are still crude, they are many times better than prisons and cabins.

Each slave was assigned a bed and quilt clothing.

The mercenaries undid the shackles and chains of the slaves, seemingly unafraid of their escape.

Suddenly free, Desen's first thought was to find a chance to escape, but he looked at the mercenaries guarding the warehouse door, and he couldn't beat any of them. Even if you encourage dozens of people, or even all the clansmen in the warehouse to do it together, it will be self-defeating.

The gap between ordinary people and extraordinary people is too big!

Desen lined up honestly, and after a simple wash, he felt a lot more comfortable physically and mentally. He was lying on the bed, smelling the cotton cloth on the quilt, his mind finally relaxed, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

This time, he had no more nightmares.