The jailer frowned and looked into the cell. Even the light from the nearest oil lamp was incomparably dim. In this hazy darkness, he could vaguely see a figure lying on his side in the cell, seemingly sleeping.
"Come over and eat." The guard shouted in a bad mood. Seeing that the figure did not respond, he pushed the cart and left.
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Outside the prison, the heavy rain was pitter-patter.
The black snow season had just passed. At the beginning of the rainy season, the rain was extremely frequent. The rain covered the world in a curtain of rain, and everything was hazy.
At the edge of the lake, there was a sudden movement on a patch of grass where rainwater trickled down. A patch of grass rose up slightly, revealing a pair of deep black eyes that looked around. Although there was the interference of the heavy rain, he could still see the isolated castle in the middle of the lake in the distance, and his position was on the left side of the castle.
He glanced at the direction of the left castle watchtower. There were two vague figures standing guard there.
"After eating the bread the night before yesterday, I started to dig. After a whole day yesterday, I managed to dig all the way to noon today." Dean's eyes flashed, "Tonight is the last chance. When the guard comes to deliver the meal, he will inevitably notice the abnormality. Even if there is a previous hint of 'the wolf is coming', he will certainly notice it by tomorrow noon. There is only half a day left..."
The plan to escape from the prison was basically a success. But he knew that the escape was only the first step. The real danger would officially come at this moment!
He quickly reached out from the entrance of the cave and grabbed the surrounding weeds. A moment later, he slowly lifted the turf and climbed out. The weeds that he had grabbed were wrapped around his body. As he crawled, he grabbed the weeds along the way and covered his entire body in a patch of green.
The heavy rain soaked his body. It was biting cold. He crawled faster and faster. When he looked back and saw that the whole castle was very vague, he immediately stood up and ran.
After a long time, until he could no longer see the castle, Dean was a little relieved. But he still did not dare to stay. He dragged his tired and painful body and stepped on the grass barefoot.
"I don't know which suburb this Thorn Flower Prison is in..." Dean stopped and took a few breaths. He raised his hand to block the heavy rain and looked up at the sky. He saw faint thunder and lightning in the dark clouds. Although the sky was dim, he could still see a relatively bright place. It should be where the sun was.
After calculating the time in his mind, Dean immediately knew his position at the moment. He said in his heart: "The giant wall is in the south, the inner wall is in the north. Go north."
According to the direction of the sun, he found the position of the north and went north.
The giant wall and the inner wall were like a "=" sign. The outer side was the giant wall and the inner side was the inner wall. The middle part was the three areas, the outskirts, and the radiation zone.
Under the washing of the heavy rain, the mud on Dean's body was completely washed away. He grabbed some leaves and weeds along the way and twisted them into ropes as he walked. He used the leaves to cover his body so that he would not be infected by the cold.
Hoo! Hoo!
In this wilderness, Dean walked alone. He stumbled along the way. The biting rain made his body cold. He struggled to move forward while sniffing his nose to sense the smell around him in case he bumped into the patrol guards outside the cell.
After more than an hour, the rain finally stopped. Dean's body was a lot lighter. It didn't take long for him to see a border fortress. From the familiar trail outside the fortress, it was impressively a fortress leading to the commercial district.
"I didn't expect that this Thorn Flower Prison was not set up in the slums or residential area, but in the wilderness of the commercial district." Dean's eyebrows slightly raised. He suddenly understood that if the prison was set up in the slums, it would be much easier for others to mobilize manpower to break the prison. After all, the border inspection in these two areas and the inspection of the various areas were far less strict than the commercial district.
Invisibly, this was a line of defense to prevent a prison break.
If the people who escaped from the prison wanted to re-enter the residential area, they would be blocked by the layers of defense. They could only wander in the wilderness or enter the radiation area. In that case, sooner or later, they would perish on their own.
Looking at the sky, although the heavy rain had just stopped, the dark clouds did not disperse. It seemed that another heavy rain was brewing.
Dean quietly returned along the original road, looking at the fortress from afar. He saw that the fortress wall was made of stone and sharp wood. It was more than 20 meters high. He could clearly smell that there were soldiers stationed at every distance.
"There are soldiers on the wall, and there are soldiers patrolling inside the wall..." Dean stared at the high wall and fell into thought.
Suddenly, he smelled two smells coming from the direction of the prison in the distance. One was the smell of a human, and the other was the smell of a horse. He was shocked, "Are they coming to track me?"
He hurried away from the fortress wall and ran horizontally.
After running for thousands of meters, he stopped. The smell was still running in the previous straight line. It did not change its direction because of the change of his position.
"He didn't perceive me, so he isn't chasing me." Dean's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness.
Da Da!
A black horse was galloping fast. A young man was sitting on the horse, and he kept whipping the black horse.
When passing through a small forest, a figure jumped out of it. The black horse was startled and stopped hurriedly. Its front hooves were raised high, and it neighed.
The young man on the horse was shocked. He did not hold on and suddenly rolled down.
At the same time when he landed, the figure rushed over and pressed him to the ground. The figure held a hard stone in his hand and raised it and smashed it down.
When the young man saw the face of the figure on him, his pupils shrank and he cried out in horror, "It's you-"
Puff! The stone hit his head. Blood flowed from his head and he fainted.
Dean lifted the stone and smashed it several times in a row until the sound of cracking was transmitted from his skull. He stopped and gasped for breath. At the same time, he turned over to the flustered black horse. He took the rope and tied it to a small tree next to him. Then he returned to the dead body of the young man. He glanced at the armor and immediately knew that it was from Thorn Flower Prison.
Suddenly, he saw a roll on the waist of the young man, which was used to store letters on rainy days.
Dean's eyes flashed. He opened the roll and saw a parchment inside. He pulled it out and shook it. Suddenly, he saw a portrait of himself. Below it was his resume: Dean, male, 16 years old... wanted in the city. Anyone who provides valid information will be rewarded with 100 gold coins.
After reading it, Dean silently tore up the wanted poster. His mouth twitched slightly, "100 gold coins. It seems that I'm still worth a lot of money."
For ordinary people in residential areas, 100 gold coins was a huge sum of money that was difficult to earn in a lifetime.
"It's not dinner time yet, and it's been quite some time since lunch. The jailer must have felt that something was wrong and returned to check. It's even earlier than expected. Fortunately, I intercepted the wanted poster halfway." Dean realized the urgency of the matter. Once the wanted poster was out, his actions would be greatly limited. Fortunately, the world had not entered the information age. It would take a lot of time for the wanted poster to be posted in all areas. He must finish his plan before the time.
Dean stripped the young man's clothes and put on his underwear. The more prominent armor was discarded in the grass next to him. Then he threw the young man's body into the grass.
As for pretending to be the young man and sneaking into the fortress? The armor was too different from his body shape. People with discerning eyes could see that it was asymmetrical and easy to be exposed.
Afterward, Dean took the black horse into the woods next to him. He picked up a stone and smashed it to death to prevent it from being seen by passers-by.
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