Chapter 279 Immigrants to the New City
With the destruction of the horse thieves and bandits, some remaining small tribes and wanderers were discovered by the undead.
The undead did not attack these poor guys, but gathered them together and found an abandoned village to keep them under guard.
"The undead are so scary. Will they kill us?" A dirty and skinny young homeless man asked an older homeless man beside him crying.
“…” The older wanderer looked at the closed door and shook his head silently, his eyes full of numbness. He just held the young wanderer’s hand a little tighter.
He came from a remote wasteland area. More than ten years ago, he was full of vigor and ambition and came to the central area with a group of adventurers.
This place was once a holy place in their hearts, a paradise-like existence.
In his fantasy, this place is extremely beautiful. He will make a name for himself here and live a happy life.
But when they went through untold hardships, risked their lives and crossed the deadly wasteland to come to this longed-for land, they found that it was more difficult to survive here than in their previous place.
As time went by, the number of adventurers around him decreased. Some left, some died, some became slaves, and some could not bear such a life and returned to the wasteland...
In the end, he and his young child were left wandering in the wilderness.
With no one to protect them, they have to hide from everything and live cautiously.
Life has made the elderly wanderers numb, and their former vigor and vitality are long gone.
Is death scary?
Not scary.
What is scary is being alive. Only by being alive can you experience what it means to be living a life worse than death.
He had wanted to end his life countless times, but every time he saw the young wanderer, he held back.
Wait until she comes of age.
When she comes of age, I will die.
This kind of life is too hard, I don't want to go on like this anymore.
The elderly wanderer had nothing to fear from being caught by the undead.
He just looked at the skeletons numbly and followed them, thinking in his heart that it would be nice if he could become one of them.
At least I don’t have to go hungry anymore.
"We will die, we will die..." A red-eyed rabbit man curled up on the side, biting his fingers, muttering constantly, his body trembling, and cold sweat wet his hair and stuck to his body.
The young wanderer carefully turned his head to take a look, then quickly looked away and hid behind the older wanderer.
The older homeless man protected her, silently moved to the corner, and shielded the younger homeless man with his body.
The atmosphere inside the house was extremely depressing. Apart from the apathetic wanderers, there were also some vassal races that had not had time to migrate. They were no longer ratmen, but undead.
No one knows how the undead will treat them.
Will it kill them?
Will it turn them into undead?
No one knows the future.
The only thing we know is that they are still alive.
As time passed, the undead seemed to have forgotten them and locked them in the house.
The anxiety caused by fear drives people crazy. Some scream, some laugh wildly, some beg for mercy, and some whisper constantly...
The inside of the house seemed like an otherworldly version of a madhouse.
The older wanderer watched everything silently, his eyes still numb, without any change, but his body still stood in front of the younger wanderer, without moving an step.
A fiery red light shines into the house, it is the light of the setting sun.
They have been detained for a day.
"Hungry..." said the young wanderer in a weak mosquito-like voice.
The older wanderer did not respond or make any other movements, as if he were dead and silent.
Crack, crunch...
The gate suddenly made a heart-wrenching sound, and the two wooden doors slowly opened from the outside.
Everyone's eyes immediately looked in the direction of the sound.
Skeletons holding weapons stood in two rows, and in the center were several heavily armored infantrymen wearing black heavy armor and holding long swords.
The leading black warrior glanced at the people huddled together in the house and said, "Line up and come out."
He simply threw out two words.
The imprisoned person swallowed and looked at the people around him hesitantly, but no one moved first.
They didn't know what the undead wanted to do, and since they didn't want to die, they naturally didn't dare to move.
The black warrior took a step forward, and the people imprisoned inside were startled and stepped back, sticking closer to each other.
"Line up and come out." The black warrior repeated again.
He was a little angry because these guys were ungrateful, and his tone was not only low but also full of anger.
However, this anger turned into murderous intent when it reached the ears of the prisoners.
Everyone was silent.
“…”
The older homeless man with a numb look in his eyes suddenly reached out and grabbed the younger homeless man, pushing the person in front of him hard.
The crowd was in an uproar. They subconsciously turned their heads and saw a very dirty man pulling a skinny child and squeezing forward with great effort.
The looks of the prisoners changed from anger to confusion, and then from confusion to surprise.
They subconsciously made way for the dirty wanderer to pass.
The older wanderer did not look at the prisoners who made way for him. He pulled the younger wanderer out of the crowd and stood in front.
The black warrior stared at the older wanderer and pointed outside, "Go over there."
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