brother wolf

The boss sat dizzy in the cage, staring at the small vent on the wall with unfocused eyes. He was seasick.

I looked at it with black lines all over my head. I never thought that animals would get seasick.This is the first time I've seen the always quiet and strong boss look so weak, it's like seeing a kid who has been pretending to be an adult and mature finally showing the words and deeds he should have at his age.

I watched it squatting there barely, when a wave hit, the boat shook vigorously, with a "pop", the warm body of the boss fell on me irresistibly, and I lay there lazily Waiting to catch it, rubbing its neck, it turned to stare at me, and struggled to sit up again.

I covered my eyes with my paws and tried to resist the urge to roll on the floor laughing, it was - so cute.

On this boat, a large amount of cargo was loaded, from living things—slaves and animals, to commodities—oil and food, all stuffed tightly, the whole boat was like an overloaded passenger car during the Spring Festival, bloated and shaking Shaking and strenuously moving forward in the ocean, I often suspect that we may be buried in this boundless sea and never return to the grassland.

The narrow ship bottom, hot climate, and dirty air are always threatening the lives of us passengers in the bilge, and diseases often become popular inadvertently.

Every day, you can see sailors cover their mouths and noses and go down to the cargo hold, counting the living creatures one by one. When they find infected slaves and animals, they immediately catch them and carry them out, and then they never come back. I know, they They were all thrown into the sea alive and became food for sharks.

Soundless silence and panic spread among the living

The bony slaves talked to each other in foreign tongues, and woke and fell asleep in tears.The animals were very irritable, and the extremely narrow cages that could only accommodate them kept them scratching and roaring, until they were exhausted, their claws cracked, and they fell down powerlessly.

The black wolf king and I tried our best to appease the wolves. At this time, the charm of the recognized wolf king finally appeared. With a strange light, it roared twice from time to time to suppress the restlessness of the wolves.

We must try our best to save energy and maintain a peaceful state of mind. Although I am not an advocate of the spiritual victory method, I agree that a positive attitude is good for physical health and prevents diseases.

There are all kinds of animals on the same boat, including beasts like wolves, leopards, and tigers, as well as birds with gorgeous tail feathers like flamingos and green parrots, which are very ornamental.

I hate that croaking green parrot very much, it is never quiet for a moment, but the beautiful firebird is much more pleasing, it gathers its tail feathers and hangs quietly in a corner of the cage most of the time.The firebird's tail feathers are very gorgeous and gorgeous, as if it condenses all the rich colors of the prairie on its body.

Because the firebird is rare and beautiful, it is very precious. It has a relatively large cage to itself. Every day, a special person cleans its cage and puts clean water in it.

Every morning, it stretches out its beautiful tail feathers, gently combs it neatly with its pointed long beak, and walks up and down the shelf gracefully. Since I discovered this rule, I wake up the boss every day and wait on time. This moment is worth looking forward to.

The Firebird has never spread its tail feathers in front of those sailors. More than once, I have seen those sailors knocking on its cage and yelling loudly, but it bowed its head indifferently and pretended not to hear.

Gradually, the firebird seemed to have discovered my peeping, and we reached an indescribable tacit understanding, it would wait until I woke up before combing its feathers, and I would help it pay attention to the movements of the sailors, and when they ran in Before, if it called a warning, it would immediately retract its gorgeous tail feathers.

I named it Little Fire.

We enjoy playing this game endlessly.

After sailing continuously for ten days, this old wreck finally survived another journey and sent us safely to our destination.

This is the capital of the Ross Empire, known as the city of St. Rocco.

If the city-state where Leonard is located earlier is a commercial city, then this city is the center of everything.

The huge wharf, the originally huge merchant ship has become a small one, submerged in the surrounding sea of ​​ships, and it is difficult to follow the indicator light to approach the wharf to unload the goods.

Looking up, you can see the magnificent palace on the top of the hill in the city, overlooking the entire city of Saint Loch. I seem to see the founder of the empire standing there, looking at his own territory, and with a random swipe of his hand, a From this splendor rises the city.

Being exposed to this metropolis atmosphere again made me excited.

The dock porters walked into the cargo hold cautiously, opened the cages, and drove the slaves off the ship. After that, it was our turn, animals, and they were even more cautious when dealing with us. I saw their trembling movements, and I knew that these people only I am afraid that I have suffered a lot.

Taming wild animals will harm you if you don't pay attention, and some animals will never be tamed.

A young porter fell down and was whipped by the supervisor next to him. He rolled on the ground and howled in pain. The other slaves around watched this scene silently. I noticed the forbearance, anger and sadness in their eyes.

On their foreheads there is a brand shaped like a horseshoe, which represents their slave status and also represents their master's emblem.

That's right, the world I live in now is an era of slavery. This is a completely different time and space. I don't know why, maybe I was mentally prepared, and I accepted it calmly.

We were transported directly to a nearby market.

The fat man who came with us was moaning and cursing while wiping his sweat. When he saw me and the boss passing by, he hesitated for a while, and finally waved his hand, recruited a servant, and gave a few orders. Put us aside for now.

After so long, with the surrounding environment, expressions, and movements, I can already understand the general meaning of some of their simple conversations.

The market is crowded with people, and the goods piled up like a mountain, because there is no place to store them, they have to be placed on the ground randomly, and the sellers are sitting next to them to solicit business.

Obviously, this market is divided into sections. This area is mainly for the trading of slaves and animals. People and animals are equated. It is conceivable that slaves have a low status.

But most of them are slaves here, only a small number of animals, and most of them are beasts or animals that are highly ornamental. I even saw a stall selling the most beautiful gravel trees on the grassland.

The fat man supervised the porters putting us into a fence. The hands and feet of the slaves were tied together with ropes like skewers. They looked at us in fear, terrified because they were kept near us. One of the young children Was scared to cry.

In the middle of this partition, there are several tall wooden platforms, where slave auctions are held all the time.

Now standing on the high platform on the left is a group of light olive-skinned barbarians. Barbarians are what Leonard calls them. From my point of view, although I don’t realize it, the sarcasm in the tone is still obvious.

But the barbarians should not be underestimated. They have a strong body and a pure will. Regardless of men, women, or children, they are all warriors worthy of the name. It's just that their civilization is not well developed, and they don't have a leader to guide them, so this powerful force is still hidden. In the dark, but who knows when it will erupt.

After all, based on the history I have learned, it is very common for barbarian invasions to subvert higher civilizations—from the severance of ancient Egyptian civilization in the West to the Mongolian Yuan and Qing Dynasties in China.

I was a little surprised to see a familiar boy among the group of barbarians. It was the barbarian village we passed by on the way to be escorted to deliver food to the guards, and he was chattering at me for a while.

In a short period of time, his childishness and innocence faded away, and what stood there now was a grown barbarian warrior.

The previously warm and pure eyes have now become deep and restrained. He silently watched and observed everything around him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Maybe other people can't see it, but after seeing him, I can clearly see that his eyes are full of unwillingness and unyielding.

He raised his head and looked at the group of merchants and slave owners who were bidding in front of him with piercing eyes, as if he dismissed them.

His clear and provocative attitude immediately aroused the anger of the slave owners below. They pointed at him and cursed, and the supervisor on the auction stage immediately whipped him angrily. He finally lowered his head slowly, as if he had finally surrendered. Nodding, those slave owners nodded in satisfaction.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes searched around eagerly, and he saw me.

Our eyes met, and I looked at him calmly.

He lowered his head and secretly pulled the rope of his companion beside him, telling him to pay attention to my side.

Those disgruntled barbarians turned their heads to us one after another. When they saw me, their eyes lit up, but then those sparks went out again.

Obviously, maybe I have the characteristics of a famous figure in their national legend, so the barbarian boy regards me as a savior or a spiritual support. He wants his companions around him to get courage and encouragement from me to face The cruel life that followed.

But I am not their tribal god, and they will be even more disappointed and frustrated when they see that even I am in the same situation as them.

The barbarian boy was silent, but he still looked at me without giving up, as if he wanted to get support from me.

I thought for a while, stood up, looked at the scorching sun in the sky, let out a long whistle, and the surroundings became quiet.

I looked at him gently but sternly, hoping he would understand.

Hope can never depend on other people's charity, and can never get it from others, only on yourself.

The boss and the black wolf king also came over, the three of us stood there side by side, they followed my gaze and looked at the barbarian boy, they led the wolf pack and let out a roar that resounded through the sky.

This scene caused a small commotion among the barbarians who stood on the high platform, let others point and bid for the auction. Although they were quickly suppressed by the supervision, I knew that their eyes were full of vitality and enthusiasm again. vitality.

The barbarian boy grinned, a hearty smile, and the surrender just now disappeared like a puff of smoke. He was full of courage and strength again, but this time he learned to hide.