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Black Flag Army soldiers looked at the noisy crowd expressionlessly, then walked around the man with their long guns. They tapped the ground with the gun handles, making a buzzing sound like a beast about to erupt. This seemed more like a threat to the slave than just maintaining order.
"Do not make us use force to maintain order!" one of the soldiers shouted.
But for the gathering of the slave, this letter is not only offensive, but also a mockery of their painful experiences. How can Duke Morgan so easily concern himself with their "happy lives"? This term is simply a joke to those who have been enslaved and oppressed.
Just as the conflict was about to erupt, the soldiers of the Black Flag Army raised their spears in a threatening posture. This action quieted the discontented slave.
The man looked somewhat disdainfully at the slaves, continuing to read the letter from Duke Morgan. "Due to your inherent lowliness and lack of blessing from the Four Symbols, you are destined to be nothing but slaves in this lifetime. However, I, Duke Morgan, will offer you a chance for liberation—"
The man continued with a hypocritical tone, "On the night of the Four Symbols' creation, join the honorable and sacred sacrifice ceremony, and offer your filthy bodies to the God of Happiness, becoming the people under the jurisdiction of the God of Happiness." His tone was full of sarcasm and mockery.
After reading this passage, he seemed to have said something extremely touching. He gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and then proudly said, "Morgan Duke is really good to you, even giving you such a precious opportunity for advancement. You should feel honored."
The slaves present became increasingly gloomy, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction and anger. These words not only showed contempt for their lives, but also mocked their painful experiences.
A man rides on a horse, facing a rolling crowd of people. He looks up from a scroll and sees the slaves with bowed heads and tattered clothes.
"I told the Duke earlier, these savages don't appreciate such a gift," the man mutters to himself, then shouts, "If you are unwilling to cooperate, then we will have to make you cooperate by force!"
In an instant, the tense atmosphere seemed to be ignited by a spark, creating even greater flames. The slaves began to roar, some even tearing off their tattered clothes to tie around their arms or heads as makeshift flags.
Upon seeing the agitated crowd, Alan's father showed a worried expression. He urgently said to Alan, "Go now, take your mother and sister Eilena, pack up quickly, we need to leave here."
After speaking, he suddenly snatched the iron hammer from Alan's hand and firmly told him, "Once you reach the tent, the three of you immediately run towards The Saridoro Wilderness, don't look back, don't stop, until you find a safe place."
At the same time, Alan's father followed the excited group of slaves and walked towards the man and the soldiers of the Black Flag Army. He knew that he might never see his family again, but for their safety, he was willing to take any risk. "The farther you go, the better, my family," Alan's father silently prayed in his heart, then took a deep breath and walked towards an unknown fate.
Alan felt a sudden panic in his heart, but he knew that his father wouldn't act without reason; something big must be about to happen. He hurried back to the family's tent and found his mother and sister Eilena preparing dinner.
"Mom, Eilena, no time to explain, we have to leave immediately!" Alan said urgently and nervously.
Mother looked at Alan in shock, then glanced at his bag and the missing hammer in his hand, seeming to understand something. Her face immediately turned serious.
"Hurry, Eilena, help me grab those dry rations and water bags, quickly!" Mother said loudly to Eilena.
My younger sister Eilena saw everyone's serious expressions and knew that the situation was severe. Without asking any more questions, she turned around and started organizing the items. In just a few minutes, the three of us packed up the most essential items.
Suddenly, a burst of chaotic fighting and the sound of galloping hooves came rushing through the air, with a tremendous force. Alan felt a sinking sensation in his heart, his face immediately turning pale. He knew that this was the Black Flag Army of Duke Morgan making a move.
The screams and sounds of battle outside grew louder and louder, as if the whole world was collapsing. Mom and Eilena's faces also became increasingly fearful, their hands trembling, but Alan stood still, tightly gripping their hands.
Alan felt a sudden inexplicable tension and fear swirling in his heart. The clashing of metal swords, sharp cries, and the frantic neighing of horses all foreshadowed a disaster. He tightly grasped his mother's and Eilena's hands, as if it was the only thing he could do.
"Mom, Eilena, follow me!" His constricted throat uttered a low, urgent command.
Three people crossed the exit of the tent and jumped into the endless darkness and chaos. Alan pulled them hard, stepping on mud and ashes with every step, as if it were their final path in life.
In the distance, soldiers of the Black Flag Army were waving their weapons, attacking unarmed civilians and slaves without hesitation. Alan saw some people suffering from the soldiers' blades, while others were captured and forcibly taken away. Their fate was already sealed to become sacrifices for the nobles and priests to perform the so-called "sacred sacrifice."
The soldiers' eyes showed no hint of pity or sympathy, only coldness and cruelty. They seemed like machines devoid of all emotion, only faithfully carrying out the orders from above.
Mom and Eilena's hands were trembling, but Alan held on even tighter, as if he wanted to use all his strength to firmly anchor them in this ever-changing world.
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