The long caravan passed through the forests of the Wusen Empire, moving like an army of ants towards the edge of the forest. The coachmen drove the carriages, slowly carrying the luggage as they followed the caravan. The caravan was made up of many different races, and it was somewhat disorderly. Not only were there soldiers of various races protecting the caravan, there were also large forest wolves, tall trolls, and elves riding on spirit deers.
They had received the orders of the Elven Queen to follow Reina into battle. However, there were only fifty of them, and they were all very arrogant. They did not interact with the other races, and they walked proudly at the front of the caravan. Reina, riding on an earth dragon, seemed somewhat out of place with them. The caravan set off from the lush Ufa Forest, passed by the edge of the World Tree, passed through swamps and grasslands, and finally arrived at the stone mountain. That was the other exit, the shortcut to the east.
Suddenly, a large water droplet appeared in front of them, magically transforming into a large door. There was a huge difference between the outside and the inside. One side was covered in white snow, the other side was covered in lush green. It was like two different worlds. The caravan paused for a moment. Perhaps they were confirming that the door was stable, or perhaps they were startled by the howling snow. Many of them suddenly realized that they had been isolated from the outside world for so long.
… …
After the caravan left, the City of Trade regained its former peace. The people were constantly discussing one thing, and that was the reopening of the caravan.
"I heard that we can do business with the outside world again. This time, the caravan is to confirm that the route is safe. When they return, we can do business with the outside world. The people outside will also bring all sorts of goods to us."
"I really miss the old life. Although it was a bit messy, it was much more interesting than working day after day."
The merchants on the side of the road chatted with acquaintances. This was a deserted small street. Because this was a reconstructed city of the Boar race, the buildings here were generally old and the roads were rather narrow. The people who lived here were all the poorer people of the City of Trade. Old people wearing old clothes, listless middle-aged people setting up stalls that no one cared about. Flies buzzed in front of the butcher's shop, and the butcher lay on the table, snoring.
Whether the city was prosperous or not, this place was like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.
"That's also our contribution."
At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted, which attracted the attention of the surrounding people. The stall owner, who had been dozing off, looked over in horror. He saw a child with a face full of red scars, whose face was suspected to be burned, appear in front of them with a basket of vegetables.
The others glanced at him, then immediately averted their eyes and continued with their own business.
The young man lowered his head and gritted his teeth as he passed through the side streets. When he came to an alley with fewer people, he turned his head back vigilantly and looked behind him. He repeated this action every few steps until he came to a deserted grocery store. Only then did he stop.
A skinny old man with a hunched back sat in the middle of the shop. He sat motionlessly on a wooden stool with his head leaning against the counter. His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping. The youth frowned and walked straight past him. Suddenly, there was a snap as something clasped his wicker basket.
"Why are you here again? Let's go! This is not a place for children. "
The old man snappily said. Obviously, the young man was afraid of the old man's gaze. He took half a step back and revealed a frightened expression.
"I want to join you. I also want revenge …"
Before he could finish, his mouth was covered by the old man. The old man glared at him and shouted, "You don't want to live anymore? The crow is hiding in the dark. If you dare to make a sound, it will peck your eyes and eat your heart. Let's go. We don't need a kid like you here. "
With that, the old man pushed the young man hard. The latter staggered a few steps and his left foot hooked on his right heel. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Why can't I? Why can't you let me in? "
The young man asked with tears in his eyes.
"You're too small and too skinny. You can't do anything."
"I'm twelve this year. I know there are people younger than me who have joined the Light Group."
In an instant, the old man widened his eyes and covered his mouth. He whispered in his ear, "You've seen what happened to them. Do you want to be like them?"
The young man broke free and stared at the old man with eyes that should not be there at his age. He shouted, "I'm not afraid of death. I want revenge!"
"You're not afraid of death! You've got guts! "
At this moment, a woman's voice came from behind them. When the old man looked up, he was given a fright. The newcomer was a woman dressed in sackcloth. Even though she was wearing loose clothes, it was difficult to hide her broad shoulders and body.
She was even stronger than a man. There were scars on her face, and her rough skin made her look like a man.
"What's your name, kid?"
"I'm not a kid. I'm Gunk."
"He's just a kid who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. He doesn't know anything.
Don't worry about him, "the old man hurriedly said.
"I know about you. I know what you're doing. I want to join you."
The old man's face instantly darkened.
"Gunk, what happened to your face?"
The woman crouched down and stroked the young man's face. Her hands were as rough as tree bark and covered in thick calluses.
The young man's eyes darted around, his emotions uncertain. He bit his lip and fiercely said, "It was burned by the demons. They burned our home, burned my family …"
"Poor child. You should have a handsome face, a happy family, and live in your hometown, not this damned place. Do you have any brothers or sisters? "
"Yes, but they're also dead."
The boy clenched his fists, the anger and hatred in his eyes growing thicker.
"I sympathize with your situation. We had the same experience. Not only me, there are many others like you. Now, they're all my companions, my family."
Hearing this, Gunk seemed to realize something. He raised his head and looked at the woman with excited and expectant eyes.
The woman smiled crookedly. "Come with me."
She then pulled him up. The latter seemed to be lifted into the air, and before he could react, his feet were on the ground.
"Carey, this impulsive kid is useless. He'll definitely ruin everything."
The old man hurriedly stopped her. Gunk hated this old man. Why did he have to make things difficult for him?
"No, he's a man. A man with backbone."
Gunk puffed out his chest proudly. He had never been as confident as he was today after he was captured by the slave traders.
After saying that, the woman named Kairi brought him into the grocery store. She pushed open a wooden door, walked through a small courtyard full of moss, and arrived at a hidden warehouse.
Opening the door, the scene inside gave the boy a fright.
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