Chapter 297 Fire

"What to do next?"

"You decide, we all trust you."

Behind him, the previously silent slave worker spoke.

He has sunken cheeks, a tall and thin body, and is dressed in ragged, dirty cloth. His skin has turned white because he has not seen the sun for a long time, and even his veins can be seen.

Due to being in a dark environment all year round, he suffered from trachoma and his eyes were extremely cloudy, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with inexplicable determination, even faintly shining in the dark mine.

This slave worker's name is Nick. He was also a serf, but he worked as a book boy for a while. His parents were trampled to death by the earl's youngest son's horse, and he himself was sold into the mines. He has always had a deep hatred for the northern nobles buried in his heart.

And he was also the first slave worker to accept new ideas and preach resistance. Now he has become Starfire's right-hand man, the most effective person in this long-planned resistance.

Starfire looked around, scanning the slave workers' eyes that were either confused, angry, or frightened.

"continue."

"Continue with what?"

Someone in the crowd asked doubtfully.

Starfire replied firmly: "Continue to liberate the workers here and let them become our strength. In addition - kill all the noble lackeys in the Valier mines!"

He took the overseer's head and held it high,

"We need to tell them who is the master here!"

"good!"

"Kill them all!"

Several slave workers immediately raised their arms and shouted, and then more slave workers were infected and joined the carnival.

But Xinghuo knew that only a few people he knew well were trustworthy. Others had some deep-rooted fears in their hearts. Under the oppression of the powerful, they were likely to become useless.

You must know that the scale of this mine is much larger than this, and they are only in one of the sub-mines. As the count's most valued asset, there are thousands of slave workers and nearly a hundred supervisors in the Valier Mine, who continuously deliver gold and silver mines to the greedy count, producing thousands of gold coins every year. .

And now, this is his best source of troops.

Chai Guan, who was following Xinghuo, mustered up his courage and asked weakly: "But... we have no weapons and no food, how is this possible?"

Starfire picked up the overseer's head again and shook it in the air. He smiled and showed his white teeth: "But they have it. We just need to grab it. No, we need to take back what should be ours."

The timid Chai Guan was so frightened by the bloody head that his legs became weak, and he swallowed nervously.

Xinghuo said loudly in the mine: "If you have any other ideas, you can tell us! After all, when everyone adds firewood, the flames will rise."

He paused and his eyes became a little sharp.

"But I'll say it first. Now that we have killed the overseer, there is no turning back. Any idea of ​​surrender is just a dream!"

"We can steal the noble lord's golden hoe! Then they won't be able to plow the land!"

"Take their piggy away!"

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Xinghuo smiled helplessly: "That's a very creative idea. Do you have anything else?"

Nick suggested again:

"We should have a name."

"Those damn nobles will call themselves righteous and just knights. We should also give ourselves a resounding name and let it spread throughout Anzetta."

"yes."

"Nick's right."

"But what should we call it? We haven't read the book either."

Everyone was waiting, and dozens of expectant eyes focused on Starfire.

Staring at the slave workers' eyes, Xinghuo seemed to see that there were sparks of fire buried in those suffering eyes.

These fires will burn brightly and perhaps change the world.

He thought for a moment and finally said:

"Tinder."

"No matter what they call us, no matter they slander us as devils, bitches or beasts, we call ourselves fire. There will only be positions in the organization, but there is no difference in status. Anyone has to call each other 'comrade' , which represents our same ambition.”

Although they did not understand many of the words, the slave workers could still feel the impassioned words, and they immediately nodded in agreement.

Starfire threw the head to the ground, picked up the blood-stained hoe, and was the first to walk out of the mine, greeting everyone:

"Gun in hand, follow me."

"Liberate the entire mine!"

He wiped the blood spattered on his face randomly, his eyes full of excitement.

As a storyteller, Spark has never felt such immersive passion in any game before. He appears more like a bystander.

But now, he feels that he is the creator of history, as if he is living in this world, and every slave worker around him is so real and vivid.

"What's a gun?"

"We only have hoes in our hands."

"Don't worry so much, you will know when the time comes."

Surrounded by the crowd, Starfire wiped the blood on his hoe, looked at the light coming from outside the cave, and said in a soft voice that only he could hear:

"I'm just an ordinary dramatist."

"Why did you become a rebel leader out of nowhere?"

A few days later, what the Northland nobles called the "Valier Riots" occurred.

A slave worker killed their supervisor, and then he incited thousands of slave workers in the Valier Mine to start an unprecedented riot. They called themselves "Sparks" and killed nearly a hundred supervisors sent by the earl, including an honorary baron.

Then, chased by the knights, the rebellious serfs fled to the mountains and became brutal bandits.

According to the earl of the Principality of Carter, the leading serf was possessed by the devil and could gain strength by drinking human blood and eating human flesh. He was an evil force that must be eliminated, and the nobles of the northern countries actively assisted and were determined to eradicate this group of slaves bewitched by the devil.

"The devil's cult."

"The man-eating monster."

"The wandering hyena."

These are all "honorary titles" given to them by the Principality of Carter.

You must know that the serfdom in the north is deeply rooted and has lasted for hundreds of years. It is almost engraved in everyone's bones.

Although there were sporadic resistances during this period, there had not been a serf uprising of this scale in decades. The emergence of such signs made the northern nobles extremely frightened, and they wanted to nip it in the bud at all costs.

However, the northern nobles underestimated the severity of the situation. The 20,000 players were born in various northern countries. In addition to those who were recruited, there were also many troublemakers. The northern nobles did not have the military suppression like the Burning Kingdom, so large and small resistance organizations also emerged like mushrooms after rain.