Chapter 2100 For Freedom!

The atmosphere of freedom gradually spread in the Forest of Wind.

Almost every elf felt the change.

Slave is a dying word, at least in City of Life.

Only those conservative and stubborn lords who were far away from the city of life still cling to the contract of sale, unwilling to give up their superior status.

However, this situation also began to suffer during this time.

The elves in the territory already know what's going on outside, they yearn for freedom like all the people who have been enslaved for more than a hundred years, 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, Elliott's status has risen, and the territory of the Brewster family has also more than doubled.

The Brewster family, which has been in charge of the food supply of the elves for many years, is quite far from the city of life, and has a large number of slaves and servants.

These slaves were engaged in the hardest work and supported the food supply of the entire Forest of Wind, but they had never had enough to eat, and they were often bullied, beaten and scolded by the Brewsters.

The sound of slave emancipation has resounded through the Forest of Wind, 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 the labor was not reduced.

They were strictly prohibited from communicating, and all information related to freedom was prohibited from spreading.

Once slaves violated, they will suffer inhuman abuse, and may even lose their lives.

On the high railing of the farm, there is still a carcass that has been pecked by vultures.

"We should take back Joe's body. He is so kind. If it wasn't for saving his comrades back then, his legs wouldn't have been broken, and he shouldn't be here to pick flowers for a hundred years, and he was hanged by his own people in the end." Died on the railing."

In the dark and damp slave dormitory, an old elf turned over, the shackles on his feet made a sound on the wooden boards, through the gaps in the sparse boards, he looked at the lonely corpse hanging on the railing in the night, and said in a low voice .

Dozens of elf slaves lived in the dormitory, but everyone was silent.

"But the door is locked from the outside, and someone must be watching over Joe's body."

"They want to hang more dead bodies on the railings to let us know the end of the rebellion, that's what I heard at noon."

"It's a trap."

In the dark, someone said.

I don't know who sighed.

The atmosphere became somewhat sad and hopeless.

"So what, I just want my old friend to return to the embrace of Mother Earth decently, instead of being pecked and insulted by those disgusting strange birds." The old man who had spoken before sat up from the bed, eyes There seems to be a light shining in the darkness: "When he heroically threw himself at the demons that invaded the Forest of Wind, he never thought about whether he would be able to come back alive."

"I'm going to get his body back, or let me hang there with him, so I can at least be more comfortable."

The old man got up and stood on the narrow aisle, looking at the clansmen shrouded in darkness, as if waiting for something.

Silence, silence again.

The old man smiled, turned and walked towards the door.

"I think you need someone to kick the door open for you." A burly elf jumped down from the second bunk.

"The railing is too high. I'm afraid you won't be able to climb it. Leave this kind of thing to me." A skinny monkey-like elf jumped down deftly, even though he was wearing heavy shackles, he landed without making a sound.

The old elf looked at the two elves, the sad smile on his face finally became a little relieved, he nodded with a smile and said, "Okay."

"Stand back a little. I'll kick the door. After I get out, I'll run west to lure them away. You go and untie Joe's body," said the strong elf.

"Let me lure them away, I'm more flexible.

said the thin elf.

"No, Albin, after you put Joe's body down, just jump 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: " Go see the outside world for me, we have never left the farm since we were born, the outside world must be more exciting."

"Joe used to tell us about freedom, but we have never seen it before. 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 up.

In the darkness, there were a few sobs.

Anton withdrew his hand, took three deep breaths, then took a big stride forward and slammed into the wooden door sideways.

The solid wooden door and its frame were directly knocked out.

"for freedom!"

Anton turned his head and shouted at the entire row of slave dormitories, piercing the darkness.

There were sounds of shackles in dozens of slave dormitories, but there was still silence.

"Let's go!" Albin wiped away his tears, sprinted out from the door, and collapsed into the bushes beside him in two or three strokes, walking through the treetops like a nimble monkey, hanging in the distance The railing of Joe's body rushed.

Anton glanced at Albin's direction, and rushed in the opposite direction with big strides, picked up a long stick along the way, and smashed it all the way away.

The sound of breaking the door woke up the guards in the slave dormitory, and a piercing whistle sounded.

The torches that were lit one after another illuminated the yard, and the guards quickly controlled all the main roads, and found Anton who was running wildly.

A low-level cone of ice pierced through his calf.

Before the wooden stick in Anton's hand could be swung 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 slammed it heavily on his other leg.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, that leg was directly bent by the smash.

"for freedom!"

Anton raised his head and shouted, lying on the ground, the wooden stick in his hand was still swung out suddenly, and hit the guard's leg heavily.

boom!

The stick shattered and broke into several pieces.

And the leg of the guardian elf was also broken by a direct blow.

The guard elf fell to the ground clutching his legs, howled and screamed at the guards who came up behind him, "Kill him to death! I want him to die!!!"

The guards agreed, rushed forward with swords and sticks in hand, and greeted Anton mercilessly.

"for freedom!!"

"for freedom!"

"for freedom……"

Anton's voice gradually disappeared until only the dull sound of the weapon hitting the flesh remained.

"Anton!"

Albin climbed to the highest railing, looked at the scene with eyes wide open, and tore off the hemp rope hanging Joe's body.

The dozens of slave quarters who had witnessed all this with their own eyes finally began to stir up trouble.

They slapped the railings and planks, howling with fury and despair.

"Shut up!"

The guards hit the elves who tried to stick their hands out of the dormitory with iron bars, 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 flew towards Albin.

"Albin, go!" The old elf carried Joe's body on his back and shouted at Albin.

Albin looked at this familiar farm without any warmth, just like a man-eating monster, only infinite fear.

He turned his head and looked at the world beyond the railing, the vast sky, the endless green field, the free air, and...

The purple griffin that swooped down in the sky.

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