Fijersey coast city Rovka

Early winter sun shines on the gateway closest to the central area of ​​the West Coast, and is also a hub from the West Coast to the royal capital area.

Sixty years ago, Rovka was just a small excessive pass here. Sixty years have passed, as the actual dividing line between the military and the royal family, the importance of Rovka is self-evident. The trade transfer station from the royal capital area, a large number of slaves were smuggled, and the military aristocrats occupying the west coast gradually developed this city on the basis of the original.

Although Rovka's history is not long, his status in Feize is no less than those big cities that have been around for hundreds of years.

Since the emperor controlled the west coast, the headquarters of the Northwest Legion of the Empire has been temporarily set up in Rovka. At the same time, because the empire released slaves on the west coast in large numbers, with the Rovka line, a large number of Feze slaves poured into the west coast from the royal capital area. The royal capital was in war and the nobles fled in a hurry. Naturally, countless slaves under their command also ran away. However, the west was blocked by the noble army and the military army. The royal capital would obviously become the last target of the military.

The only direction the slaves could escape was to the west and to the coast. The imperial team had almost no limit on the front line of Rovka. Only a small number of patrol cavalry were wandering on the border line. These cavalry wearing black armor were allowed to leave these refugees, and they were not even interested in interrogating them. Only when they met aristocrats and merchants with better clothes would they stop and ask a few questions, but they also looked indifferent, and they did not look like the arrogance and domineering force that swept the 700,000 Southern Alliance in the rumor. " "Rovka, the city of light, I don't know when. Rovka has become a symbol of light and hope in the mouth of the slaves of Fize!"

At this moment, a team of Feze slaves who fled from the capital area were struggling towards Rovka City. The number of slaves was about a hundred, ragged and famine-like. The man was either thin and black like charcoal. In his twenties, he could be seen as prematurely aging in his forties or fifties. The woman was wearing a wide robe covering his whole body, revealing her eyes. Because of hunger, many people fell down on the road. There were originally people who thought that even if there was no food or digging weeds, but the actual situation was worse than expected. There were too many slaves heading towards Rovka. According to the statistics of the imperial officers stationed in Rovka. In just two months, there were as many as 400,000 Feze slaves pouring into the west coast from the capital area, and the main reasons were war and hunger.

The king's capital was a mess between the king's army and the military. The nobles were still in a dilemma of food scarcity, not to mention these slaves who were not even as expensive as livestock. Many nobles ran to the king's capital with a large amount of property and discovered that the property they carried might not be enough to make the family fill their stomachs. The military and nobles had cut off the grain supply of the king's capital. The Nuren Massacre was so scared that the nobles of the king's capital did not dare to leave the king's capital. In the end, they had to send people to the Rovka area to buy food from the imperial merchants. The West Coast area was originally a place with abundant resources, a large number of plantations and fertile grain production areas. Originally, these were controlled by slave owners on the West Coast, but now they all fell into the hands of the Imperial Bank. The Imperial Bank just made a random turn, and it was more than ten times the profit.

But it is winter now. On the deserted land outside Rovka City, there is no way to see a single grass. It is not frozen to death by the cold wind, but was dug up by the escaped slaves. The fugitive slaves were full of hungry. The bright red sun was hanging on the west horizon. The outline of the city appeared under the dusk sky. The old man who led the team knelt down excitedly.

"Everyone work hard, there is the City of Light ahead!" The leader was an old man with an old face. After worshiping Rovka, he could see that it was not the first time the old man brought his slave to Rovka. The old man's voice made everyone crazy. Hearing that Rovka was ahead. No matter how hungry, he was so weak that he was like a chicken blood, he rushed towards the city ahead.

Rovka, the City of Light, on the west coast behind this city, there is no slave at this moment. It is said that the occupiers here have issued a notice to accept all fugitive slaves and directly grant them freedom. If the slave owner hurts the slaves, they will be severely punished. The most important thing is that the slaves who fled here will be responsible for the reception, and will not starve to death because of lack of work. They have a free and a job that can support their families. They do not have to receive the harsh and cruel poisons of slave owners. For most of the Fize slaves who have lived at the bottom of the country for generations, this is the veritable city of light! And this city is now within their reach.

In the crowd of people rushing forward, a woman wearing a shabby, wide bubbles and covered her whole body looked a little tired and heavy because her hands were also holding a middle-aged man with a slightly dark complexion.

The man was not tall, but could only be considered medium-level, thin, wearing the most common clothes of slaves. On the right side of his cheek, there was an ugly interlaced scar, which was a trident-like brand. In the south, this was the mark of Feize prisoners. Any prisoner captured by Feize will be cruelly branded by Feize army with a legion mark, but most of them will not be branded on his face, because most of the prisoners captured on the battlefield are strong men and the favorite goods of slave owners. Since it is goods, one should naturally pay attention to a beautiful appearance, but there is another situation, that is, to humiliate someone and imprint on his face. Even if his life is brilliant, he will not be washed away in the end. The middle-aged man limps and walks, and it is obvious that his legs are wrong.

"Narin, is Uncle Rose's leg injury not healed yet? Do you need my help?" A pretty sturdy man noticed the woman's difficulties and turned back from the front with obvious pleasing eyes.

"No need, Rovka is ahead. He has gone so far, so there is no problem now." The woman known as Nalin expressed her gratitude to the man, but her tone sounded a little cold,

"Yes, I finally arrived at Rovka!" The man seemed to have gotten used to it, and his excited face was filled with a warm smile. He said, "I heard that there is a special registration office for escaped slaves in Rovka City, where escaped slaves can get food and rest, and then they will get assigned jobs according to their personal circumstances. And I heard that the West Coast encourages slaves to form their own families." The man paused, and looked at Nalin beside him with a little hot look, and asked hesitantly, "Nalin. You also need to start a family at that time. Uncle Ross also needs someone to take care of him. Do you think I...?"

"I don't know what happened in the future, let's go to the city first."

Nalin lowered her head and interrupted the man directly and continued to talk. How could she not understand the man's intentions, but the other party didn't know her identity at all. She only regarded herself as one of the escaped slaves. The other party would never think that her status in the Kingdom of Kalisu is more noble than that of the princess.

"Okay, maybe I'm really overestimating my ability..." The man lowered his head with an ugly expression, coughed awkwardly and turned forward.

Although they were both slaves, he knew that Nalin and Uncle Ros in front of him were definitely not ordinary slaves. Their words and deeds along the way did not look like they were from the lowest-class slaves. The greatest possibility was that Nalin and Uncle Ros, the father and daughter, should be high-level slaves of the aristocratic vassal level, and the land of the capital was filled with great nobles. If they were from a large aristocratic family, even the high-level slaves were not much worse than ordinary small aristocratic ones.

"Narin, actually, I think it's also a good choice to find a man in Rovka!"

At this time, the middle-aged man who had been pretending to be a sickly face could no longer suppress the smile. The white eyes, which looked a little indifferent, were as bright as the morning star.

"Old man, if you say this, believe it or not, you will be thrown here just by throwing you here." Nalin looked angry,

"Old man? "The middle-aged man rolled his eyes." Using this title to his father is not the etiquette that a high noble should have. Has the court etiquette you learned over the years been abolished?"

"Father? Have you ever cared about me since the day I was born? Where were you when my mother died? "Narin's eyes were red like a rabbit, with a hint of trembling in her tone." When I first saw it, I was already fifteen years old, as old as the woman you newly married. Do you know what I wanted to do the most at that time? If it weren't for the butler who stopped me, I would have wanted to kill you!"

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. If you fight for one thing hundreds of times, I will be bothered!"

"And you also know that that woman is not what I want to marry, but the royal family means. If you don't marry her, you will die!" The middle-aged man sighed

Nalin was pushed by the middle-aged man with her hands, and she still gritted her teeth and scolded her unwillingly, "Coward, what kind of legendary generals! The troops were killed by Fei Ze people. What's the point of escaping by yourself! And since you are going to escape, you should be running south, going west, and mingling among a group of slaves, what's going on?"

"What kind of person? It's obviously two people, okay, don't you count!" The middle-aged man curled his lips with distress, completely with a helpless expression of his father's encounter with his rebellious daughter. He shrugged his shoulders and explained, "You think I want this. You know, although I am the nominal commander of the Kalisu Army, all the officers are Rouoli's confidants."

"He held the king's order in his hand. Although he was the deputy, he was the king's eyeliner. He wanted to find excuses to get rid of me several times along the way."

"So you're watching thousands of Kalisu warriors die?" Lina sneered and interrupted him.

"I have reminded them and even asked them to camp outside. As long as the banquet is over, they will evacuate immediately. Who would have thought that the Fei Zejun would take action so quickly!" The middle-aged man looked gloomy and sighed, "After the Fei Zemen massacred the Southern Army, he immediately blocked all the roads to the south, so we cannot go south, we can only go west, and get rid of the Fei Zemen's control first."

The middle-aged man touched it for a while and said in a narrow voice, "Fortunately I still have some connections on the West Coast, but I don't know how much I can still be left." The middle-aged man was helpless. He was even captured by Fei Ze for the sake of his kingdom, and had a permanent mark on his face. In the end, he had to marry the royal princess and permanently put a slut around him. His every move was under the surveillance of the royal family. Even so, the old king sent him to Fei Ze to die without mercy! Fortunately, he had a premonition that he took away his most distressed only daughter with the reason of marrying the nobles of Fei Ze. Otherwise, he would have only one way to die!

"An executioner who is a scourge like you, who specializes in killing people, should die early!"

Nalin's young face was cold. In her impression, her father was not a legendary general that shocked the south, but a beast that fought and killed. In the south, the legendary general Lettel also had a trembling nickname "Skin Skinner". It is said that every enemy killed by him will be peeled off a piece of skin as a spoil. In Lettel's mansion, a leather and nitro product with an area of ​​more than ten meters square was hung on the hall wall as decoration. If you like to see it, you will find that the whole piece of skin was sewn from hundreds of small leathers. The patterns on it were delicate, thinner and more gruesome than other animal skins, and it was also more creepy to the viewer. It was a human skin pattern.

"Some things you don't understand at all. I'm not fighting for myself, I'm fighting for the South! I'm fighting for the South who will no longer be humiliated like me!"

The middle-aged man's plain face finally had a slight fluctuation, his fingers tightened, and his tone was not regretful. Although his methods were a little bit vicious, it was to shock the enemy. If he didn't do this, how could the Kingdom of Carissu rise to such a level in just twenty years? There was a faint tendency to compete with Feze in the North. Little has always believed that the reason why Feze in the North was strong was entirely due to the war of unity a hundred years ago. Although the sequelae of that unification was quite serious.

, even left behind the current end of the battle between the two powers, but also because Fei Ze first achieved unity, in just a hundred years, he overwhelmed the West Coast, expanded southward, and seized countless slaves and wealth. These slaves and wealth made Fei Ze's power grow day by day, while the south, which suffered from war and oppression, was still in constant melee, wars flew, living beings were tragic, people were not covered in clothes, and they were in panic all day long. In front of Fei Ze people, there was only a humble position.

At this moment, a rumbling sound of horse hooves came from the hilly area not far away. Only a team of black imperial cavalry appeared in the distance. The two immediately stopped arguing and made the road open. The cavalry soon arrived near the two. Just as the two were waiting for the cavalry to pass, Liethel suddenly heard a slightly surprised voice, "Isn't this. Lord Liethel, the legend of the southern part?" (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!