Twenty Sided Dice

A nightmare, Siegel thought in a daze, but if it was a dream, why would there be such severe pain?

The fall never ended, and the sound of the wind and snow was still in his ears. Siegel seemed to have regained his vision in the haze, and saw the crying eyes of the kitten on the edge of the cliff. It's not your fault, Siegel wanted to tell her, it's just my bad luck, stop crying. He opened his mouth, but more wind poured in, but he couldn't say anything. But the cliff disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the surroundings became dark again. He felt that the whole world was wet, the water from the snow poured down his nose and ears, and only his mouth was thirsty. He was thirsty, cold, and too tired to move. In the haze, he saw the snow in front of him, and wanted to reach out and grab a handful and stuff it in his mouth, but found that his wrist was bound by a rope, and the rope was frozen by ice, as strong as cast iron. Siegel couldn't break free no matter how much he twisted. He didn't know who tied him up or why. There are always some shadows walking around, sometimes the sound is hazy, sometimes it is like thunder, but I can't hear what they say. A skin bag was brought to his mouth, and Siegel wrapped it tightly like a baby, sucking hard into his mouth. The liquid was very fishy, ​​but my body felt much better after drinking it. Siegel wanted it more, and the skin was rudely snatched away.

He felt pain all over his body, but the pain was a good thing, it proved that he was still alive. He tried to regain consciousness and see who the shadows were around him, but it was all in vain. He felt like a bag of potatoes, being thrown around, shifting positions every day. Sometimes Siegel felt himself on the back of the animal, face down, watching the ground keep moving back. Sometimes he felt like he was being carried on his shoulders, and a sickening body odor crept through his nose. He knew there must be some broken bones in his body, because every jolt felt like a blow to his chest and a stick to his arm again. "Sir Bill? Janet?" he always mumbled, trying to get Shadow's attention. But his voice was too soft to be heard clearly.

In the end, everything finally calmed down and stopped moving around.

He dreamed again, this time he dreamed that he was on the sea, and the lucky Soth was still a new ship and was about to embark on his maiden voyage. Captain Siegel-Marin, an upright man with a still-bearded beard, was shouting loudly for the porter at the dock to quickly load the ship. Siegel was like a bird, floating in mid-air, looking down at everything. He heard a majestic voice in his ear saying, "Look!"

Suddenly he was no longer a bird, but a mouse in the cabin. He was lying in the corner to avoid the sight of the sailor. He was now looking out through the mouse's eyes. Siegel remembered that there was a cat named Jerry on the ship to prevent rodent infestation. When he was ten years old, the cat abandoned the big ship and went ashore and ran away when he was in port. I don't know if Jerry is here at this time, but he is a good mouse catcher.

A light footstep passed in front of the mouse, bare feet under the white silk robe, looking like a woman. Then came a pair of heavy iron boots and a brown cloak. The mice never looked up, and Siegel couldn't see them. The two walked to the door of a barn, and the wooden door opened automatically for them.

It was the place where the catches were kept, and it was full of the fishy smell of sea water and the peculiar smell of squid.

"Let me see! Let me see!" Siegel struggled in the dream, but the mouse kept cowering in the corner, its eyes always staring at a small piece of bread crumbs that fell under the table. "Let me see who those two are, I swear I'll give you a whole loaf of bread!" Siegel roared in his mind. Somehow, the rat started to move, leaving the corner and walking down the hallway. Although still dodging, Siegel finally saw the man and woman.

The man was wearing full-body armor, with a long sword slung across his body, and his brown cloak dragged to the ground. With his back to Siegel, he was wearing a helmet, but the hair that came out of the edge of the helmet was black. The woman in the white robe covered her face with a hood, and in her arms was a swaddle made of linen. Siegel remembered those hands—the skin was smooth and white, the fingers were slender and long, and they must be the hands of a noble lady with a good life. There is an exquisite tattoo on the back of that hand, three interlocking rings, decorated with endless stars.

The swaddling was lifted up, stayed by the woman's lips for a while, and then was gently placed in the squid cabin. The woman slowly closed the hatch, then slumped against the wall with a limp. The man supported her and took her away half-pulling and half-pulling. Siegel demanded that the mouse must rush up. He heard a faint voice and said to him, "Add another piece of jerky." At this time, Siegel would agree to anything, so the mouse rushed up and hit the woman's foot. superior.

With the sound of the long sword being unsheathed, Siegel raised his head, and he finally saw the faces of the man and woman: the man was Sir Bill, and the woman was Elf Leah. But the real Sir Bill is not black-haired, and Elf Leah has no tattoos, so this is a dream after all. Before being decapitated by the shining long sword, Siegel finally saw the intricate and delicate lines on the blade, and a bright "天" character hidden in the lines.

Even in the dream, he could still feel the pain of being cut off in his neck and taste the taste of death. He struggled hard among the corpse of the mouse, and finally returned to his shell - there was only pain in his chest and arms, and there was no feeling in his neck.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity to wake up, he opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. He was thrown naked in a stone chamber, with a solid iron cage door separating him from freedom. There is a small window in the stone wall through which snowflakes and faint sunlight drift in. The ground was wet and cold, and there was a little puddle not far from his mouth—he was still thirsty. Although his wrists hurt terribly, Siegel struggled to crawl to the puddle, trying to grab a drink.

A big hairy foot undermined his efforts, slamming the water out of the pit. Siegel looked up and saw a ferocious face, with a sloping forehead, protruding jaw, exposed teeth and rough skin. The only thing that can be praised is that he has strong muscles, thick and strong wrists and ankles, and is a qualified orc.

"Hunk, Hunk." His nasal voice was rather heavy, but his voice sounded short and powerful. After saying these words, he sat back in the corner of the room. Siegel looked at him, trying to get up. With the help of the weak light here, he saw a few bruises on his chest, and he must have broken a few ribs. His wrist was frayed by the rope, and the wound was deepened in the ice and snow, and a festering wound had formed. Fortunately, his hands and feet can still move, and the dice and keys around his neck are still there.

It took a lot of effort to sit up straight. Both of his knees were very red and swollen, which affected the movement of his legs, but the injury should recover in a few days. Siegel carefully stroked the wound on his chest with his hand. The broken bones have been docked, and it only takes time and influence to recover, so he is not worried. But the wound on the wrist will only get worse, unless the potion in the key space can be obtained. As long as the key and the dice are together, there is no fear of others finding out, but opening the space will definitely attract attention. Siegel couldn't believe the Orc, so he could only do it when he was sleeping.

Under the current circumstances, he has nothing to do except continue to lean on the wall weakly. No wands, no spellcasting materials, no armor, no weapons, no idea where you are. The eyes of the orc on the opposite side glowed green in the dark, just like the eyes of a wolf. I hope his hearing and sense of smell will not be like a wolf's, otherwise the risk of opening the space will be higher. Siegel concentrated on contacting his magic pet, and found that the raven was parked in a pine forest under the mountain. The sun in the sky is hidden behind thick clouds, and it is impossible to tell the direction, let alone the location. Borrowing the eyes of a raven, Siegel could not find any traces of man-made buildings around, nor a stone mountain that looked like the outer wall of a prison cell. The familiar couldn't help for a while, so Siegel withdrew his attention from the familiar and closed his eyes to refresh himself.

After a long time, every time Siegel opened his eyes, he could see the glowing green eyes of the orcs, without exception. The wounds on his hands and chest hurt even more, so he asked, "What is this going to do, put me here to die?"

"Hunk, Hunk."

"Are you a guard?"

"Hunk, Hunk."

"Do you only say Hunk?"

"Hunk."

Siegel sighed helplessly and straightened his legs. There must be some way to get out of here, perhaps the key lies in this "Hunk Half Beast". This half-orc looked very self-controlled, and except for always keeping his eyes open and not sleeping, there was no other hostile behavior. Although Orcs are timidly submissive when threatened by the sword, when their opponents are unarmed, they display another side of their character: irascible and irritable. Siegel was suddenly interested in the orc, and wanted to know the hidden meaning behind all his actions.

This needs to start with getting his language done.

Siegel asked him a lot of questions, including "Can you understand me? Is there food here? How long have you been here?" He gradually discovered the regularity of the half-orc's speech. When he wanted to answer "yes," it was "humk"; "no" was "humk, humk." On this basis, Siegel gradually asked for some information, which was very helpful to understand his own situation.

This is a slave cell. Slave traders often smuggle orcs from the city wall and sell them, mostly with orcs on the north side of the mountain. Occasionally, the Orcs would also sell each other, capturing compatriots in hostile settlements as slaves in exchange for money and supplies. The Hunk Orc didn't know where Siegel was caught, only that he was naked when he was thrown into the cage and had nothing with him.

When the sun went down, a guard finally brought food. The person in charge of delivering the meal was a dwarf, wearing a leather armor that was obviously two sizes bigger, looking very funny. While working, he scolded and seemed very dissatisfied with the work of delivering meals. As he passed Siegel's cell, he threw in a tattered straw plate containing two loaves of bread and two pieces of dried meat. The so-called bread is actually kneaded with oatmeal and bran, mixed with some wild vegetable roots and baked. It tastes like swallowing sawdust, but it should be able to fill the stomach. The dried meat looked very suspicious, and it was unknown what animal it came from. Smoke it first and then let it dry in the sun. Hunk half-beast stood up, and in Siegel's surprised eyes, gave him a piece of bread and a piece of dried meat, and then took the remaining half and ate it for himself. Siegel thought it would be difficult for him to move, and he would not be able to keep the meal, but he never thought about the result. He stared at Hunk's green eyes and thanked him solemnly.

The dwarf who delivered the meal spat out a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, threw a skin bag in, and said, "Bad luck, this is the golden potion, drink it quickly to heal your wounds."

The skin was thrown to Siegel, and he picked it up. After opening the lid, a strong aroma of wine came out, mixed with the fishy smell of seafood. He put the thing under his nose and sniffed it suspiciously, and heard the orc say, "Hunk, Hunk."

"I'll keep this good thing." Siegel decided not to try the golden potion, so he stuffed the skin bag and put it beside him. "I don't have the strength right now, if you want, come in and get it yourself."

"I won't be fooled!" The dwarf scolded and said, "If you don't give me the skin tomorrow, don't even think about eating! You new light pig, don't think you can eat bread and meat every day." After that, he turned and left, presumably going to the next cell.

Siegel nodded to the orc, but the other party just ate and ignored it. So he also picked up the bread, and was about to take the first bite when a thin mouse passed by outside the cell. Siegel noticed that the rat had a distinctive ring of red fur around its neck. It is also not afraid of people~www.readwn.com~ is standing on its hind legs to observe the two people in the cell.

Siegel suddenly thought of the promise in his dream not long ago, so he tried to move his body and reached the door of the cell. He crushed the bread, tore the meat into pieces, and put it in front of the mouse. After a while, seven or eight mice came, slightly larger than the red-necked mice. Together they removed the crumbs and minced meat, and finally squeaked at Siegel.

"I'm going hungry tonight." Siegel crawled back to the corner with difficulty and looked at the orc. He read doubts in those green eyes, and then saw "Hunch" hand over the unfinished bread in his hand. Siegel smiled, thinking that this half-orc really had a peculiar character. He rejected the bread, but had a good idea.

"I want to pee, can you turn your head away and not look?"

"Hunk."

The orcs really did what they said, and Siegel took the opportunity to open the key space. Although the light of the space aroused the suspicion of the Orc, he still did what he promised: not to look back.

Siegel filled a bottle of healing potion, put the healing ointment on his wrist, took out two pieces of portable dry food, and closed the space. A piece of dry food was distributed to the orcs, but "Hunk" looked up and down Siegel for a long time, staring at the mage's lower body, shaking his head vigorously, and kept repeating "Hunk! Hunk!" No matter what, he refused to accept it. come over.

Well, Siegel has no choice but to eat it himself. When he took the first bite, the orc finally made a sound other than "humk" - he hid in the corner and kept retching "uh, uh, uh". Until this time, Siegel finally understood why the orcs refused to take his food.