The atmosphere of freedom gradually spreads in the Forest of Wind.
Almost every elf felt the change.
Slave has become a disappearing word, at least in the City of Life.
Only those few conservative and stubborn lords who were far away from the City of Life still clung to the contract of betrayal and were unwilling to give up their superior status.
However, this situation also began to have an impact during this period.
The elves in the territory already know what is happening outside. Like all the tribesmen who have been enslaved for more than a hundred years, they long for freedom and are willing to pay a high price for it.
The territory of the Brewster family is located in the southwest of the Wind Forest. With Sally becoming the new princess of the elves, Elliot's status has increased, and the territory of the Brewster family has more than doubled.
The Brewster family, which has been in charge of the food supply of the elves for many years, has a territory far away from the City of Life and has a large number of slaves and servants.
These slaves were engaged in the hardest work, supporting the food supply of the entire Wind Forest, but they were always hungry, and were often bullied, beaten and scolded by the Brewster tribe.
The voice of slave liberation has resounded throughout the Wind Forest, but this territory surrounded by iron thorns still maintains silence and absolute obedience suppressed by force.
All the slaves were put on heavy iron shackles, but their work did not decrease.
They were strictly prohibited from communicating and the spread of any news related to freedom.
Once slaves violate this rule, they will suffer inhumane treatment and may even lose their lives as a result.
On the high railing of the farm, there was a corpse that had been eaten by vultures.
"We should take back Qiao's body. He was so kind. If he hadn't saved his comrades, his legs would not have been broken. He shouldn't have been collecting flower dew here for a hundred years, and he was hanged by his own people in the end. Die on the railing.”
In the dark and damp slave dormitory, an old elf turned over, and the shackles on his feet made a sound on the wooden board. Through the sparse gaps in the wooden board, he looked at the lonely body hanging on the railing under the night, and said in a low voice. .
There were dozens of elven slaves living in the dormitory, but all of them were silent.
"But the door was locked from the outside, and someone must be guarding Joe's body."
"They want to hang more bodies on the railings to let us know the consequences of resistance. This is what I heard at noon."
"It's a trap."
In the darkness, someone said.
Someone sighed.
The atmosphere became somewhat sad and hopeless.
"So what? I just want my old friend to return to the embrace of Mother Earth with dignity, instead of being pecked and insulted by those annoying strange birds." The old man who had spoken before sat up from the bed, his eyes There seemed to be light shining in the darkness: "When he bravely pounced on the demons that invaded the Forest of Wind, he never thought whether he would be able to come back alive."
"I'm going to get his body back, or let me hang there with him, that way I'll at least be comfortable."
The old man got up and stood on the narrow walkway, looking at the clansmen shrouded in darkness, as if they were waiting for something.
Silence, silence again.
The old man smiled, turned and walked towards the door.
"I think you need someone to help you kick the door open." A sturdy elf jumped down from the second bed.
"The railing is too high, I'm afraid you won't be able to climb up. You'd better leave this kind of thing to me." A skinny monkey-like elf jumped down nimbly, making no sound even with heavy shackles on the ground.
The old elf looked at the two elves, and the sad smile on his face finally felt a little relieved. He nodded with a smile and said: "Okay."
"You guys step back a little, and I'll kick the door open. After I get out, I'll run to the west and lure them away. You go and untie Joe's body," said the strong elf.
"It's better for me to lure them away. I'm more flexible." The thin elf said.
"No, Albin, after you put down Joe's body, just climb over the railing and leave. I know the iron thorn wall can't stop you." The strong elf grabbed the thin elf's shoulder and said with a smile: " Come and see the outside world for me. We have never left the farm since we were born, and the outside world must be more exciting."
"Joe often told us about freedom, but we have never seen it. Maybe we can see it after we leave the farm." Anton stretched out his big hand and rubbed Albin's head, "Remember, don't come back."
"Anton..." Albin choked.
In the darkness, a few sobs sounded.
Anton retracted his hand, took three deep breaths, then took long strides and rushed forward, leaning directly into the wooden door.
The solid wooden door and its frame were knocked out.
"for freedom!"
Anton turned around and shouted loudly to the entire row of slave quarters, piercing the darkness.
The sound of shackles sounded in dozens of slave dormitories, but there was still silence.
"Let's go!" Albin wiped away his tears, ducked out of the door, and fell into the trees on the side. He walked through the treetops like a flexible monkey, hanging in the distance. The railing of Joe's body rushed away.
Anton glanced at Albin's direction, then rushed in the opposite direction with long strides, picked up a long stick along the way, and smashed it along the way.
The sound of breaking the door awakened the guards in the slave quarters, and a shrill whistle sounded.
Torches lighting up one after another illuminated the courtyard. The guards quickly took control of all the main roads and discovered Anton running wildly.
A low-level ice pick technique penetrated his calf.
Before Anton could swing the wooden stick in his hand at the guard in front of him, he fell to the ground.
The guard stepped forward, raised the iron rod in his hand with a ferocious expression, and hit his other leg hard.
With a muffled sound, the leg was bent directly.
"for freedom!"
Anton raised his head and shouted, lying on the ground, the wooden stick in his hand still suddenly swung out, hitting the guard's leg hard.
boom!
The stick splintered and broke into several pieces.
The guarding elf's leg was also smashed directly with a stick.
The guard elf fell to the ground clutching his legs, wailing and shouting at the guards surrounding him: "Kill him! I want him dead!!!"
The guards agreed, rushed forward with swords and clubs, and greeted Anton mercilessly.
"for freedom!!"
"for freedom!"
"for freedom……"
Anton's voice gradually disappeared until only the dull sound of the sword hitting flesh was left.
"Anton!"
Albin climbed to the highest railing, watched this scene with eyes wide open, and tore off the hemp rope hanging Joe's body.
The dozens of slave dormitories that witnessed all this finally began to commotion.
They slapped the railings and wooden boards and roared with anger and despair.
"Shut up!"
The guards used iron bars to hit the elves who tried to put their hands out of the dormitory, trying to control order.
"Someone stole the body! Catch him!"
At the same time, a guard spotted Albin standing on the railing and shouted angrily.
Two flying mounts have taken off and are flying towards Albin.
"Albin, go quickly!" The old elf carried Joe's body on his back and shouted to Albin.
Albin looked at this familiar farm without any warmth, like a man-eating monster, with only infinite fear.
He turned his head and looked at the world outside the railing, the vast sky, the endless green fields, the free air, and...
The purple-striped gryphon swooping down in the sky.
