Chapter 2100
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The atmosphere of freedom gradually spread in The Wind Forest.
Almost every elf felt the change.
Slaves became a word that gradually disappeared, at least in the City of Life.
Only a few conservative and stubborn lords who were far away from the City of Life still clung to their slave contracts, unwilling to give up their superior status.
However, this situation started to change during this period.
The elves in the territory already knew what was happening outside. Like all the other elves who had been enslaved for more than 100 years, they longed for freedom and were willing to pay a high price for it.
The territory of the Brewster Family was located in the southwest of The Wind Forest. After Sally became the new princess of the elves, Elliot's status rose, and the territory of the Brewster Family more than doubled.
The Brewster Family had been in charge of the food supply for the elves for many years. Their territory was quite far from the City of Life, and there were many slaves and servants.
These slaves did the most difficult work, supporting the food supply of the entire The Wind Forest. However, they never had enough to eat, and were often bullied, beaten, and scolded by the Brewster Family.
The sound of the slaves being freed had already resounded in The Wind Forest, but this territory surrounded by iron thorns still maintained its silence and absolute obedience by force.
All the slaves were put in heavy iron shackles, but their work was not reduced.
They were strictly forbidden from communicating with each other, and all news related to freedom was stopped.
If a slave violated this rule, they would be tortured inhumanely, and might even lose their lives.
On the high railing of the farm, there was a corpse that had been pecked by vultures.
"We should take Joe's body back. He was so kind. If it weren't for saving his comrades, his legs wouldn't have been broken, and he wouldn't have been here collecting flower dew for 100 years. He wouldn't have been hanged by his own people in the end. "
In the dark and damp slave dormitory, an old elf turned over, and the shackles on his feet made a sound on the wooden planks. He looked at the lonely corpse hanging on the railing through the gaps in the wooden planks and said in a low voice.
There were dozens of elven slaves in the dormitory, but everyone was silent.
"But the door is locked from the outside, and there must be someone guarding Joe's body."
"They want to hang more corpses on the railing to let us know what will happen if we resist. This is what I heard at noon."
"It's a trap."
Someone said in the darkness.
Someone sighed.
The atmosphere became sorrowful and hopeless.
"So what? I just want my old friend to return to Mother Earth's embrace with dignity, and not be humiliated by those disgusting birds." The old man who spoke earlier sat up on the bed. His eyes seemed to be shining even in the darkness. "When he bravely pounced on the demons that invaded The Wind Forest, he never thought about whether he could come back alive."
"I'm going to retrieve his body, or let me hang up there with him. At least I'll feel better that way."
The old man got up and stood on the narrow walkway. He looked at his clansmen who were shrouded in darkness as if he was waiting for something.
Silence. Silence again.
The old man smiled and turned to walk towards the door.
"I think you need someone to kick the door open for you." A muscular elf jumped down from the bed on the second floor.
"The railing is too high. I'm afraid you won't be able to climb it. Leave this to me." A skinny, monkey-like elf jumped down nimbly. Even though he was wearing heavy shackles, he didn't make any sound when he landed.
The old man looked at the two elves. The sorrowful smile on his face finally turned into relief. He nodded with a smile and said, "Okay."
"You two step back. I'll kick the door open. After we get out, I'll run to the west and lure them away. You two go and retrieve Joe's body," the muscular elf said.
"Let me lure them away. I'm more agile," the skinny elf said.
"No, Albin. After you put Joe's body down, you can jump over the railing and leave. I know the iron wall can't stop you." The muscular elf grabbed the skinny elf's shoulder and said with a smile, "Go and see the outside world for me. We've never left the farm since we were born. The outside world must be more exciting."
"Joe used to tell us about freedom, but we've never seen it. Maybe we'll see it after we leave the farm." Anton reached out his hand and rubbed Albin's head. "Remember, don't come back."
"Anton …" Albin choked.
In the darkness, there were a few sobbing sounds.
Anton took back his hand and took three deep breaths. Then he took a big step forward and slammed into the wooden door.
The solid wooden door flew out along with the door frame.
"For freedom!"
Anton turned back and shouted at the row of slaves' dormitories. His voice pierced the darkness.
Dozens of slaves' dormitories were shackled, but they were still silent.
"Go!" Albin wiped his tears and ran out of the door like a cat. He jumped into the bushes and ran through the treetops like an agile monkey. He rushed to the railing where Joe's body was hanging.
Anton glanced at Albin's direction and ran in the opposite direction. He picked up a long stick and smashed it all the way.
The sound of the door breaking woke up the guards in the slave dormitory. A shrill whistle sounded.
Torches lit up the yard one after another. The guards quickly controlled all the roads and found Anton running wildly.
A low-level Icicle Spell penetrated his calf.
The wooden stick in Anton's hand did not have time to swing at the guard in front of him. He fell to the ground.
The guard stepped forward and raised the iron stick in his hand with a ferocious expression. He smashed it heavily on Anton's other leg.
With a muffled sound, the leg was smashed and bent.
"For freedom!"
Anton raised his head and shouted. He was lying on the ground, but the wooden stick in his hand was still swung out and smashed heavily on the guard's leg.
Bang!
The wooden stick shattered and broke into several pieces.
The elf guard's leg was also smashed by the stick.
The elf guard clutched his leg and fell to the ground. He howled at the guards behind him, "Beat him to death! I want him dead!!! "
The guards responded and rushed forward with swords and sticks. They mercilessly attacked Anton.
"For freedom!!"
"For freedom!"
"For … freedom …"
Anton's voice gradually disappeared until only the muffled sound of weapons hitting flesh was left.
"Anton!"
Albin climbed to the highest railing and looked at this scene with eyes wide open. He tore the hemp rope that hung Charle's body.
The dozens of slave dormitories that witnessed all this finally began to stir.
They slapped the railing and wooden planks and let out angry and desperate roars.
"Shut up!"
The guards used their iron sticks to hit the elves who tried to reach out of the dormitory, trying to control the order.
"Someone is stealing the corpse! Catch him! "
At the same time, a guard found Albin standing on the railing and shouted angrily.
Two flying mounts had already taken off and were flying in Albin's direction.
"Albin, run!" The old elf carried Charle's body on his back and shouted at Albin.
Albin looked at the familiar farm. There was no warmth in his eyes. It was like a man-eating monster. There was only endless fear.
He turned his head to look at the world beyond the railing. The vast sky, the endless green fields, the free air, and …
The purple-striped griffin swooping down from the sky.
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