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Alan felt his hands tightly bound and struggled to free himself from the ropes that bound him. His eyes were filled with defiance and anger, but his body was exhausted from the long period of escape.
"Can't sit still, huh, kid?" sneered the captain of the Black Flag Army, before delivering a forceful punch to Alan's stomach.
Alan felt a sudden pain, which made his throat tighten and he spat out some sour water. At this moment, his sister Eilena couldn't help but scream, "You animals! How can you treat him like this?"
The captain suddenly walked up to Eilena and gave her a hard slap. Eilena felt dizzy for a moment, everything went black, and she fainted.
The captain glanced at Eilena lying on the ground, a disdainful smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "A slave should know their place, or they're asking for death."
Alan looked at his sister on the ground, feeling like his heart was being torn apart, but he couldn't do anything. At that moment, he silently vowed to make these people pay a painful price no matter what it takes. His heart was filled with unprecedented anger, but it seemed that the anger was not enough to break through the current predicament.
"Take them away," the captain ordered coldly, "we only need these two for the sacrifice. Tonight, the gods will be pleased."
The soldiers roughly threw Alan and his unconscious sister Eilena into a prison carriage. The carriage was already full of slaves, their eyes vacant and bodies covered in wounds. These people were all being taken to Duke Morgan's castle for some unspeakable ritual.
Alan felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despair, but he knew he couldn't give up. His hands were bound with thick ropes, but he still tried to gently bump his head against Eilena, hoping to wake her up.
"Eilena, wake up, you have to wake up," Alan prayed silently as he gently bumped Eilena's cheek with his head.
The prisoner wagon slowly traveled on the muddy suburban road, and every bump caused intense pain for the people inside the car. But none of this mattered to Alan; his main concern at the moment was his sister. They finally arrived at the cobblestone streets of the city center of Oreston. The atmosphere of the Four Symbols creation day filled the city with joy, with colorful flags flying in every corner, stores displaying various celebration items, and people walking on the streets with smiles on their faces.
However, this festive atmosphere sharply contrasted with the prisoner wagon filled with slaves. Alan felt a deep sense of unease and anger. His hands were tightly bound together, and his head was pressed down low, but he still tried to use his head to touch the unconscious Eilena, hoping to wake her up.
Black Flag Army walked in front of the prison car with a solemn and dignified atmosphere. They were dressed in magnificent armor, holding long spears, looking majestic. Their presence quickly made passersby aware of the unusualness of the prison car.
Many passersby showed quite disdainful and indifferent expressions towards the slave in the prison car. "These people dare to cause trouble on such a fine day, it's really shameful!" complained a woman.
"Alas, these people are all victims sacrificed by the nobility and the Sacred Church, they are innocent," a senior man whispered to the people around him, but his words did not resonate with others.
Even worse, some young people even picked up the garbage and stones around them, and threw them at the slaves in the prisoner car. One of the stones hit a man next to Alan on the head, and the man groaned in pain, but was quickly suppressed.
Finally, after several impacts, Eilena furrowed her brow slightly, showing signs of awakening.
"Eilena, can you hear me? We can't give up. We have to find a way to escape," Alan spoke urgently and with a sense of urgency, knowing time was running out.
Eilena's eyes slowly opened, at first in confusion and bewilderment, then in fear and despair. But when she saw her brother Alan's eyes, they were filled with determination and hope, and she seemed to regain some strength.
"Brother, I'm scared..."
"Don't be afraid, Eilena. As long as I have breath in me, I won't let you get hurt. I swear, I will find a way for both of us to escape..."
"Shut up!" a guard in black iron armor shouted, interrupting this brief moment of affection. "If the Duke didn't demand forty-four sacrifices, we would have slaughtered all you trash in this carriage right now!"
Alan bit his lower lip tightly, the anger in his eyes like hidden sparks, almost consuming him. But he knew, at this moment, he was truly powerless.
The rumbling of the wheels grew louder as the prison carriage slowly approached the Duke Morgan's castle. The heavy gates opened slowly, as if welcoming these unfortunate sacrifices. The soldiers on either side of the gate, upon seeing the arrival of the prison carriage, revealed a hint of cruel and joyful smiles.
"Haha, Duke Morgan has been waiting for a long time," a soldier in a green uniform walked over, glanced at the prisoner carriage, and then turned his gaze to the captain of the Black Flag Army.
"With these sacrifices, the God of Happiness will surely bestow divine grace upon the city of Oreston. We can look forward to a good year ahead."
The captain of the Black Flag Army simply nodded, seemingly unconcerned with the soldier's words. He had only completed the mission, and as for whether divine favor would come, he didn't care.
After a brief stop in front of the Duke Morgan's castle, the prisoner carriage slowly turned towards a stone path behind the castle. This path passed through several magnificent gardens and sculptures, ultimately leading to a huge and magnificent temple. The exterior of the temple was adorned with golden and white marble, and its towering spire seemed to reach the sky. Here, people's devotion and blind faith in the God of Happiness were displayed to the highest degree.
The prisoner carriage slowly stopped in front of the square of the temple, and the captain of the Black Flag Army walked to the front of the carriage, using a rusty key to open the prison door. He stared at the slave inside the carriage with a cold look in his eyes, a hint of a cold smile on his lips.
"Get down quickly, don't keep Duke Morgan waiting," the captain said coldly.
The soldier next to him immediately took over the conversation, taking out a thick whip and mercilessly lashing the slave inside the prisoner car. Each lash brought excruciating pain and humiliation.
"Hurry up, you worthless lot! Did you come here to enjoy yourselves?" a soldier roared.
Alan bit his lip tightly to prevent making any sound. His heart was filled with anger, but he knew he couldn't do anything at this moment. The slaves in the prisoner carriage were finally forced out of the car one by one under the soldiers' lashes, and were pushed hard towards the gate of the temple.
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