(Volume 3: Eyes of Judgment)
Brass Town, located in the southwest of Ice Rock City, is named after a brass vein buried underground.
There are not many local residents in the town, and most of them are slaves working in the mining area.
But now, these slaves who were supposed to be squeezed in the dark mining area wandered leisurely on the streets like free people.
If they were not so weak and skinny, they would basically be no different from free folk.
The reason why this happened was not because the mine owners realized their conscience and wanted to give the slaves a holiday on a whim, but because the mine owners all ran away.
If you don't run, you can't do it. If you don't run, you will die.
All the civilians in Brass Town who had a family background ran away, let alone the town officials and mine owners.
Under the ravages of famine, today's Brass Town has become a huge powder keg. The slaves who don't have enough to eat don't care about the overseer's whip—they are starving to death, and you still want me to work
So the hungry slaves rebelled. They smashed the shackles on their feet, killed the overseer, and drove away the town's garrison, successfully occupying the town.
This formerly prosperous town gradually became desolate and depressing after the rebellion.
The slaves, whose eyes were green with hunger, began to rummage through the town looking for all the food that could be stuffed into their stomachs.
However, still hungry!
In a tavern in the center of the town, several slave leaders were gathering at this time.
They have to solve the food problem, otherwise, this town will really become a ghost.
"You said you can find food?" A slave leader looked at the stranger opposite and asked with a vigilant expression.
Thrall nodded, and said confidently: "Of course, as long as you listen to me, you will definitely be able to fill your stomach."
"Then tell me, where can I find food?"
Thrall paused word by word: "Ice Rock City!"
The slave leaders froze for a moment, and then roared with laughter.
"Boy, are you kidding us?"
"That's the nobleman's castle! There are knights in it!"
"There are not only knights, but also a large number of troops. Do you want us to die?"
…
In the face of everyone's doubts, Thrall's face remained unchanged, and he slowly raised a finger:
"First, there are not many troops in Ice Rock City. Most of the private army of the Angelet family have already been buried on the ice field, and the rest were taken to Silvermoon City by Viscount Angelet.
Although another group of recruits was recruited, the combat effectiveness of these recruits was very weak. "
Without waiting for the slave leaders to refute, Thrall raised another finger:
"Secondly, Viscount Angelet is not in the city now. Of the three knights in the city, one went to Silvermoon City with him, and the other has already gone to Ice Lake Town to quell the rebellion there. Only the last knight sits in Ice Rock City."
The slave leaders looked at each other, seemingly moved.
A smug smile appeared on the corner of Thrall's mouth, and he raised a finger again: "Third, I have already contacted the slaves in the city, and they will launch a rebellion tomorrow night!
So, what are you afraid of? "
Now the slave leaders couldn't sit still anymore, and started whispering among themselves.
Finally, one of the slave leaders suddenly asked Thrall, "Why should we trust you?"
Thrall spread his hands together: "Do you have any other options? Either stay in Brass Town and eat ore, or follow me to Ice Rock City and give it a go!"
These words finally made most of the slave leaders change their faces, and a flame called ambition ignited in their eyes.
After a heated debate, the slave leaders finally agreed:
"Okay, let's go with you!"
…
The twilight of the morning sun slowly emerged from the east, bit by bit slowly tearing away the darkness covering the earth.
The hazy light reflected the snow on the ground, shining crystal light.
The slaves of Brass Town had already gathered in the wilderness north of the town before dawn. They were about to faint from hunger, and they couldn't wait to go to the place promised by the leaders—a place full of food!
Thrall looked at the more than 5,000 slaves gathered behind him, and felt complacent.
Like a real general, he pointed in the direction of Ice Rock City and ordered loudly:
"March!"
Unfortunately, the feeble response of the slaves made his performance seem a little comical.
However, this little embarrassment could not extinguish the fire of ambition rising in Thrall's heart.
Like a real lord, he is leading his own army, marching towards glory and victory!
However, before they could go far, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.
The grass blades began to shake, and the crystal dewdrops fell little by little, and finally sank into the soil.
The trembling of the earth became more and more severe, and even the blades of grass broke off one after another, falling helplessly, and tightly fitting together with the earth.
blah blah...
It seemed as if the rolling spring thunder blasted the earth, and it seemed as if the torrents of water were surging.
The dry weeds and broken sand and gravel on the ground vibrated, boiling like hot water.
The continuous sound of horseshoes came from a distance, as if the whole earth was about to be torn apart.
Thrall turned his head suddenly, and saw countless black shadows suddenly appearing in the east, instantly filling the entire land without a single gap.
The situation between the sky and the earth changed color, and even the sun that had just risen was covered by the black flag.
The densely packed cavalry swept towards the slave rebels in Brass Town with overwhelming momentum!
The tall war horses didn't care about the existence of weeds and gravel at all, and galloped heartily on this land with thin snow.
The snow that had not yet melted crumbled under the horses' hoofs, exuding dazzling brilliance in the sun.
woo—
The ear-piercing bugle sounded, that was the order to attack!
In an instant, Thrall felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his mind went blank, and he froze in place, as if he had become an ice sculpture.
The ambitions, unwillingness, dreams, and the shadow buried deep in the memory of the past melted like ice and snow in front of this devastating cavalry charge.
"It's the Lord Lord's army! Run!"
In the face of such an offensive, the slave rebels didn't even dare to raise the idea of resistance, and broke up in a huff.
However, such behavior is actually no different from suicide.
Even if each of these slaves was lent two legs, they would not be able to outrun the cavalry in charge.
"kill!"
Countless cavalry roared, and rushed into the slave rebels like wolves into a herd of sheep, and started a bloody massacre.
Blood flowed wantonly, and heads were thrown in all directions.
Five thousand rebellious slaves were no different from five thousand pigs before the unstoppable front of the black cavalry.
Ke Lin casually chopped down a rebel soldier who was stunned in place and seemed to have been frightened by the charge of the black cavalry.
It wasn't until the other party's head was flying in the air that under the twilight of the morning sun, Colin suddenly realized that this head seemed somewhat familiar—
Isn't this the big dutiful son!
With a sneer in his heart, Colin galloped forward without any intention of stopping.
It was as if he had just crushed an ant to death.
(end of this chapter)