Animals of other worlds

The aristocratic territory in Snow Valley is not small. Strictly speaking, the castles together can be regarded as a small city.The aristocrats living here have been used to having fun for generations. During the long snow season every winter, they will let their men go down and catch many civilians and lowly slaves who cannot pay taxes, and lock these guys with brute force and monsters. Together, watch them fight for fun.

The steward in the castle once thought that he would spend his whole life like his father in this closed and remote valley castle, maybe in a few years, when his noble master chooses a satisfactory heir to inherit the castle Everything in the house, he will continue to serve the new owner carefully.Just like these hundreds of years of luxurious and decadent habits, and a system that has never changed.

But under a snowstorm this winter, everything changed.

The blizzard came too suddenly, as suddenly as the resistance in the castle, which made him overwhelmed.He couldn't believe that in just one night, his aristocratic master would be put into a cage by those lowly slaves - that was what he had prepared for a banquet before, and in the cage were a few animals that had been starving for a long time. snow leopard.

The hungry snow leopard with green eyes doesn't distinguish between nobles and slaves, and with one swipe of its sharp claws, it will disembowel anyone thrown into the cage!The steward's eyes widened, but there was only a rattling sound in his throat, and what he heard in his ears was his old master's howling like a pig being killed!

He is the most loyal steward in this castle, but in such a tragic situation, he doesn't have the courage to stand up at all.The steward hid behind the stone pillar, watching the old master in the cage being torn apart by the hungry snow leopards, and the cage was full of blood and flesh.One of the snow leopards seemed to have more than enough interest, while stepping on the gorgeous blood-soaked clothes of the old nobleman and nibbling, he raised his eyes to look around.

The steward was so frightened by such a bloody scene that his legs and feet became weak, his face was pale, and his teeth almost touched his teeth, shaking uncontrollably.The newly freed slaves also began to look around for other nobles in the castle. When the steward was found, they turned around and ran away in fright!

But the slaves who had been beaten and scolded on weekdays refused to let him go easily. The slaves who had just been unshackled from their collars and shackles gathered and besieged them in the middle hall.A young man with a noble mark tattooed on his face stood in front of the crowd. He was the first group of slaves who ran out after him. He had led many people in this rebellion, and he seemed to be a little boss.

The left side of the young man's face was branded with the mark of this castle. The dark mark was like a thorn plant extending half of his cheek, completely destroying his handsome appearance.He put his spear to the steward's throat, and had the steward put on a collar, as the nobles had done when they had captured them.The family members of other nobles in the castle were also arrested and gathered in the hall one after another. The young man looked at these nobles who were usually aloof and looked at the enemy. His eyes were full of hatred and contempt. He was once the heir of a small nobleman, but his father Accused of being disrespectful to the owner of the castle, the whole family was reduced to slavery.

He looked at the nobles who used to be high in the hall, and saw them huddled on the ground and shivering in embarrassment, their gorgeous clothes were dirty and torn, and their faces were full of horror, it was ridiculous.The corner of the boy's mouth raised a cold arc. He looked at these people on the ground, just like they used to look at him, seeing them as cheap and lowly dead things.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!!"

The angry slaves began to roar. They had suffered persecution and humiliation, and seeing such a scene couldn't help their eyes turning red.

The boy stood at the front, and took the lead in piercing the chest of a middle-aged nobleman with a sharp spear. Blood sprayed out, and the slaves began to cheer the boy's name: "Nancy! Nancy!!"

Nancy, a young man with a thorn brand on his face, responded loudly, and then killed a nobleman again. He picked up the head of a noble girl with a blood-soaked spear, announcing the beginning of the bloody baptism.The noble girl opened her sapphire blue eyes wide, unwilling to die.Her empty eyes were full of fear and bewilderment, she couldn't understand, just last night she gave this boy who was about her age a small handful of copper coins and a piece of bread, but today she died in his long under the spear.

When Coulson arrived, the whole hall was already soaked in blood. He and Uncle Bury had just gone to other dungeons to look for the clansmen. It took a lot of effort to deal with the guards, but in the blink of an eye, there were people in the castle on the ground. Already blood flowed into rivers.

Coulson made a timely move and used the spider silk to save the last castle steward waiting for the spear trial in the hall. The black spider silk was wrapped around the spear, and the thick blood soaked the spider silk from the spear and dripped onto the floor , making a clicking sound.

The blood-stained steward retrieved a life from under the spear, scrambled and crawled towards Coulson, crying, "My lord! Help me! Please spare me, I'm not a nobleman, I'm really not O nobleman of this castle!"

Nancy looked over along the spider's thread. He hesitated slightly in his eyes, but he put down the spear first. He remembered the man in the black cloak who led a group of people to unlock the slave cage and let them go. from.Nancy put her right hand on her left shoulder, bowed to Coulson, and said, "My lord, thank you very much for saving us..."

The shadow behind Coulson squirmed a few times, and also began to retract the spider silk, but it was infected by the tense atmosphere in the hall, and it spread eight black and slender spider legs behind Coulson. mean.The monster has the keenest sense, it doesn't think that the surrender of the person in front of him means that he won't attack Coulson again, it warns and protects Coulson in its own way.

Coulson was connected with the monster, so he immediately sensed its warning, and became a little more wary of the blood-stained boy in front of him.He motioned to Uncle Buri who was following behind him, giving up half of his body to let Uncle Buri go up to recognize the clansman, "Don't leave me too far." Before Tang Yuan left, he entrusted the clansman to his care. The chief manager of the family castle, protecting the safety of the clan is the first priority.

Uncle Bury responded, looked at the shabby slaves around, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are there any descendants of Tangjiabao? If so, please step forward!"

The slaves whispered for a while, but few actually stepped out, only a few young and strong slaves.Uncle Bury didn't recognize all the people, and frowned slightly: "You are all descendants of Tangjiabao? Please go forward and identify the family badge, and tell us the family history."

There were seven slaves in total, and they were able to identify the family badge smoothly. Only one slave was unclear about the origin of the family. People, he has always hoped to return to his people, but he died in the lion cage at the beginning of winter. I once promised him that if he dies, I will search for his people on his behalf. Take care of his clansmen and live for him." He choked up for a moment, then looked at Coulson with some anxiety, "I'm sorry, my lord, I don't know if this counts as deception..."

There was no response from the spider legs behind Coulson. What this man said was believable, and he was not lying.The smell of blood in the hall was too strong, and Coulson's face turned pale again. The stench and disgusting smell made him feel uncomfortable all over, and the body remains on the ground reminded him of his childhood nightmare.

The slaves in the hall were still very respectful to Coulson. They stood there quietly waiting for the man in a black cloak to speak, but seeing his face getting worse and worse, they felt a little embarrassed for a while.Coulson rolled his throat, suppressing the nausea in his chest, pointed to the steward on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice, "I am useful to this person, and I will take him away later."

Nancy took a step forward and replied, "Yes, my lord!"

Coulson looked at him, frowned slightly, and said, "We only use one part of the castle for the winter, and free up a clean place, and you can handle the rest yourself." Seeing that Uncle Bury confirmed with tears in his eyes After identities, Coulson immediately took them to another place. The smell of blood here was too thick for him to bear.

Not only the bloody smell of violence, he also smelled the familiar ambition and desire in the slave boy named Nancy.Once the identity changes, some people really start to become greedy.The corner of Coulson's mouth twitched slightly. He really wasn't used to dealing with ambitious humans.

The slave boy standing behind him looked at Coulson's leaving back, lowered his eyes and looked very respectful. The blood on the floor made the thorns on his face more alluring, with a reddish color after sucking blood.