Chapter 296 Uprising

Carter Principality, outside Dena City.

"Snap——"

"Hurry up and work!"

"You untouchables without status! Beasts!"

The loud sound of whips, angry scolding, and the crisp sound of workers hitting ore intertwined.

In the dim mine, the miners covered in dirt were working hard, and the supervisors were waving whips to supervise the work of these poor people.

And one of the miners had the nickname "Starfire" on his head.

Obviously, he was a player, or what the natives called a starfaller.

"These damn things"

"Sooner or later, they will be killed, and they have to find a way to leave here."

He swung the hoe vigorously, but his eyes looking at the supervisor were particularly dangerous.

Starfire is also a well-known player, but compared to speed running, he prefers to experience the plot and discover the secrets in the game.

Therefore, he did not choose the most common Beifeng Fort to start, but chose the less famous capital of Carter Principality - Dena City, he wanted to experience the unique style of the North.

However, Xinghuo's luck was not very good.

As soon as he arrived in Dena City, he was captured by the army stationed in the city because he had no identity. Then, he was sold to slave traders by the military leader who colluded with underground forces, and after many twists and turns. In the end, he became a slave without freedom, mining for a northern noble in the underground mine.

Such things are normal in the northern countries.

Serfdom is deeply rooted in the northern countries and has lasted for hundreds of years.

In the eyes of the northern nobles, slaves are not the same species as them at all. They can only be regarded as cheap consumables and lowly "gray animals". This kind of collusion and slave trafficking has long been tacitly approved by all parties, and even the sheriffs in various places have turned a blind eye to it.

After all, they were just refugees without any identity. If they were captured, they might improve the city's security. How could they compare to the gold coins bribed by slave traders?

Next to Xinghuo was a strange slave worker. He was thin and dark-skinned. He seemed to have just been captured. He was not very skilled in mining and was often whipped and scolded by the supervisor.

Xinghuo patted the slave worker on the shoulder and asked in a low voice:

"What's your name?"

The slave worker stopped the work at hand, wiped the sweat on his face with his hands covered with coal dust, lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"I don't have a name. The master used to call me Chai Gun."

"Pa!"

"Lazy beast, don't work!"

After just a short rest, the supervisor's whip came again.

Chai Gun supported his body and trembled all over. His scarred back added a deep bloodstain.

Faced with such pain and humiliation, he seemed to have been accustomed to it. He was silent and waved the hoe again.

But Xinghuo was not beaten.

His master had specifically instructed that he should make good use of this rare strong slave and try to make him use him for a longer time so that he could play his best value.

Xinghuo lowered his voice and said to Chai Gun:

"Don't you hate them for treating you like this?"

Chai Gun did not dare to stop the hoe in his hand for a moment. Hearing such "treasonous" words, he was so scared that he could not speak. He could only stammer and answer:

"No, of course I don't hate them. They were sent by the noble master."

Xinghuo sighed helplessly:

"Just say what's in your heart, I won't tell the supervisor."

Chai Gun thought of those companions who were skinned and displayed for disobeying their masters, the noble appearance of those noble masters, and the warning of the elder before.

He trembled subconsciously and shook his head repeatedly:

"I don't hate them at all."

"They are noble lords. They have endless food and endless gold in their homes. Who dares to hate them?"

With Chai Gun's knowledge, he could only think of these.

Xinghuo looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he continued to guide:

"We dug out these gold and silver, and we also planted the food, but why did these things fall into the hands of those nobles? Are they born nobler than us?"

"Of course."

Chai Gun answered carefully.

In his opinion, this is really a strange question. Isn't it natural that nobles are nobler than slaves?

Even the priests in the manor said that slaves are lowly species made of mud, while nobles are creations made of gold and spring water by God.

Xinghuo asked again:

"What about the overseers? Are they nobler than us, so they can step on us?"

"It should be, yes, that's right, the overseers are also sent by the nobles. If the nobles are made of gold, the overseers may be made of silver?"

Chai Gun thought for a moment and answered uncertainly.

He felt that the person in front of him was really strange, asking such a rebellious question and even daring to question the nobles of the North, but Xinghuo's words also planted a seed in Chai Gun's heart.

"What are you talking about there?"

"Who allowed you to talk? Why don't you work for me!"

The overseer's roar came again not far away, and his anger seemed to never be extinguished.

Chai Gun hurriedly swung the hoe with all his strength, and he didn't dare to stop even if his hands were numb from hitting.

But Xinghuo didn't obey the order this time, but took a few steps forward and looked around at the slaves around him.

The slave workers who had been working in the mine for a long time seemed to have suppressed some long-standing emotions in their eyes, and they stopped working in unison.

In this strange atmosphere of silence, even the sticks stopped subconsciously.

"Damn beasts, pigs, do you want to rebel?"

The absolute authority was broken, and the supervisor's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

In extreme anger, he even ignored his master's instructions and waved his whip at the most prominent star in the crowd, trying to make the slaves submissive using this tried and tested method.

"Snapped."

The whip was actually firmly held in his hand, but it also made Xinghuo's hand dripping with blood.

However, Xinghuo didn't care about his injured hand at all, and actually wrapped the whip around his hand several times and whipped it away.

The overseer collapsed on the ground. He looked up at Starfire's fierce eyes, backed away with some fear, and murmured to himself: "I was sent by the Earl, I am..."

However, there were dozens of slave workers behind him blocking his way. The slave workers even pinned the overseer firmly to the ground so that he could not move.

"What are you doing!"

"Damn beasts, do you want to die! I am from the Earl's faction——"

The overseer kept struggling on the ground and yelling, but there were too many slave workers and he couldn't break free at all.

"Damn people——"

"It's you fucking you!"

Starfire tried her best, veins bulging in her arms.

He swung the hoe vigorously and hit the overseer on the ground hard, just like hitting the ore countless times.

This force was so powerful that the sharp hoe pierced through the fat and fat, broke open the hard bones, and directly smashed his brain into a ball.

"boom!"

Suddenly, blood splattered and brain matter flew everywhere.

The fat overseer remained stunned before his death.

He never thought that he would be killed by the most humble slave he despised.

"good!"

"Good kill!"

"Kill this beast!!"

The surrounding slave workers were immediately excited. They rushed over to trample and tear the corpse, venting their dissatisfaction accumulated for several days.

But there is also a trace of fear hidden in their hearts. An overseer has died. Just as the overseer said before he died, if the noble master finds out, he will definitely hunt them down at all costs.

But they remembered Starfire's promise, and a glimmer of hope ignited in their hearts.

This "strong slave worker" had a rather special status in the mine. During these dozens of days, he would often tell the slave workers some novel stories that they had never heard before, including eradicating the old forces and changing the world. s story.

Although it sounds like a fairy tale, they have no other choice.

Starfire held the overseer's bleeding head, turned her head to look at the stick, and showed a happy smile.

He said word for word:

"I said they were never nobler than us."

Chai Guan froze on the spot, his legs constantly shaking, but there was some kind of weak fire burning in his heart.