Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The Principality of Carter, on the outskirts of Dena City.

"Snapped--"

"Work quickly!"

"You untouchables! You beasts!"

The sound of loud whips, angry scoldings, and the crisp sounds of workers striking ore were intertwined.

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

One of the miners was nicknamed "Spark" on his head.

Apparently, he was a player, or what the natives call a starfaller.

"These damn things"

"Sooner or later we have to kill them, and we have to find a way to get out of here."

He waved the hoe vigorously, but the look he looked at the overseer was particularly dangerous.

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

Therefore, he did not choose the most common Beifong Castle to start. Instead, he chose Dena City, the capital of the Principality of Carter, which is not well-known. He wanted to experience the unique style of the North.

However, Starfire's luck was not so good.

As soon as he arrived in Dena City, he was captured by the army stationed in the city because he had no identity. Immediately afterwards, he was sold to slave traders by military leaders who colluded with underground forces, and he went through many twists and turns. In the end, he became a slave laborer without freedom, digging for a certain Northland noble in an underground mine.

This kind of thing is completely normal in the northern countries.

Serfdom is deeply rooted in the countries of the North and has been going on for hundreds of years.

In the eyes of the Northland nobles, slaves are not the same species as them at all. They can only be regarded as cheap consumables and despicable "grey animals". This kind of collusion and slave trading has already been tacitly approved by all parties. Even local police officers turned a blind eye.

After all, they were just refugees with no identity. Being captured might improve the security of the city, but how could it compare to the gold coins bribed by the slave merchants?

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

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

"May I have your name?"

The slave worker stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his face with his soot-covered hands, lowered his head and smiled sheepishly.

"I don't have a name. My old master called me Chai Stick."

"Snapped!"

"You lazy beast, you still don't work!"

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

The stick was holding his body up hard, and he was trembling all over after being beaten, and a deep blood mark was added to his already scarred back.

Faced with such pain and humiliation, he seemed to have been used to it for a long time. He remained silent and waved the hoe again.

But Starfire didn't get beaten.

His master had specifically ordered to make good use of this rare and strong slave and try to use it for as long as possible so that he can exert his greatest value.

Starfire lowered her voice and said to the stick:

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

Chai Gun didn't dare to stop holding the hoe in his hand for a moment. Hearing such "treasonous" words, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak. He could only reply hesitantly:

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

Starfire sighed helplessly:

"You can say what's on your mind, but I won't tell the overseer."

In Chai Gun's mind, he thought of those companions who were skinned and paraded in public for disobeying their masters, of the noble appearance of those noble masters, and of the warnings of the elders in the past.

He trembled subconsciously and shook his head:

"No hate at all."

"Those are noble masters. Their families have endless food and gold to spend. Who dares to hate them?"

With Chai Gun's knowledge, he can think of this.

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

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

"Of course."

Chai Guan answered cautiously.

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

Even the priests in the manor have said that slaves are bastards turned from mud, while nobles are God's creations made of gold and spring water.

Xinghuo asked again:

"What about those overseers? Are they nobler than us, so they can step on our heads?"

"It should be, yes, that's right. The overseer was also sent by the noble lord. If the noble lord is made of gold, maybe the overseer is made of silver?"

Chai Guan thought for a moment and answered with some uncertainty.

He felt that the person in front of him was really strange. He would ask such rebellious questions and even dare to question the nobles of the North. However, Starfire's words also planted a seed in Chai Gun's heart.

"What are you talking about there?"

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

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

Chai Guan hurriedly swung the hoe with all his strength, not daring to stop even if his hands were numb from the blow.

But Xinghuo did not obey the order this time. Instead, he took a few steps forward and looked around at the slave workers.

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 held tightly 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 in place, his legs constantly shaking, but there was some kind of weak fire burning in his heart.