Chapter 2100： for freedom!

The atmosphere of freedom gradually spread in the forest of wind.

Almost every elf felt the change.

Slave became a gradually disappearing word, at least in the city of life.

Only those few conservative and stubborn lords who are far from the city of life still cling to the bargaining agreement and are unwilling to give up their higher status.

But this situation also began to suffer during this time.

The elves in the realm already know what is happening outside. Like all the people who have been enslaved for more than 100 years, they yearn for freedom and are willing to pay a high price for it.

The Brewster family's territory is located in the southwest of the Wind Forest. With Sally becoming the new princess of the Elves, Eliot's status has risen, and the Brewster family's territory has more than doubled.

The Brewster family, which has been in charge of the food supply of the elves for many years, has a territory far from the city of life and has a large number of slaves and servants.

These slaves are engaged in the hardest work, supporting the food supply of the entire Wind Forest, but they have not had enough food, and they are often oppressed and beaten by the Brewsters.

The voice of the liberation of slaves has resounded through the forest of wind, but this territory surrounded by iron thorns still maintained silence and absolute obedience suppressed by force.

All the slaves were put in heavy iron shackles, but the work did not decrease.

They are strictly forbidden to communicate and stop all news related to freedom from spreading.

Once a slave violates, they will suffer inhuman abuse and may even lose their lives.

On the high railing of the farm, there is still a corpse that has been pecked by a vulture.

"We should take back Joe's body. He is so kind. If it wasn't for saving his comrades, his leg would not be broken, let alone picking a hundred years of flower dew here, and finally being hanged by his own people. Die on the railing."

In the dark and damp slave dormitory, an elderly elf turned over, and the shackles on his feet made a sound on the wooden boards. Through the gaps of the sparse wooden boards, he looked at the lonely corpse hanging on the railing in the dark, with a low voice. .

There are dozens of elven slaves living in the dormitory, but everyone is silent.

"But the door was locked from the outside, and there must be someone guarding Joe's body."

"They want to hang more bodies on the railings to let us know the end of the resistance. This is what I heard at noon."

"This is a trap."

In the darkness, someone said.

Someone sighed.

The atmosphere became a little sad and hopeless.

"So what, I just want my old friend to be able to return to Mother Earth's embrace decently, instead of letting those annoying weird birds pecking insults." The old man who had spoken earlier sat up from the bed with his eyes. It seems to be shining in the darkness: "When he bravely pounced on the demons who invaded the Forest of Wind, he never thought about whether he could come back alive."

"I'm going to take his body back, or let me hang there with him, so I will at least feel better."

The old man got up and stood on the narrow aisle, looking at the clan people shrouded in darkness, as if waiting for something.

Silence, silence again.

The old man smiled and turned and walked towards the door.

"I think you should need someone to help you kick the door open." A sturdy elf jumped off the second floor.

"The railing is too high. I'm afraid you won't be able to climb it up. Leave this to me." A skinny monkey-like elf dexterously jumped down without making a sound even when he landed on the ground with heavy fetters.

Looking at the two elves, the old elf finally had a sad smile on his face, and he nodded with a smile and said, "Okay."

"You first step back, I'll kick the door, and after I get out, I ran west to lead them away, and you go and untie Joe's body." said the strong elf.

"I'll lead them away, I'll be more flexible," the thin elf said.

"No, Albin, after you put Joe's body down, go straight over the railing and leave. I know the iron thorn wall can't stop you." The strong elf grabbed the thin elf's shoulder and said with a smile: " Take a look at the outside world for me. We have never left the farm since we were born. The outside world is definitely more exciting."

"Joe used to talk to us about freedom, but we have never seen it before. Maybe we can see it if we leave the farm." Anton stretched out his hand and rubbed Albin's head, "Remember, don't come back."

"Anton..." Albin choked.

In the darkness, there were a few chokes.

Anton retracted his hand, took three deep breaths, and then rushed forward with a big step, slamming his body directly into the wooden door.

The sturdy wooden door was directly knocked out with the door frame.

"for freedom!"

Anton turned his head and shouted at the entire row of slave dormitories, piercing the darkness.

Shackles sounded in dozens of slave dormitories, but they remained silent.

"Go!" Albin wiped a tear, and the cat rushed out from the door with his waist down, and collapsed into the bushes aside in three or two, walking through the treetops like a flexible monkey, hanging towards the distance The railing of Joe's body rushed away.

Anton glanced at Albin's direction, strode in the opposite direction, picked up a long stick along the way, and smashed it all the way.

The sound of breaking the door awakened the guards in the slave dormitory, and the harsh whistle sounded.

A series of torches lit up the courtyard, and the guards quickly controlled all the main roads, and found Anton running wild.

A low-level ice cone technique penetrated his calf.

Before Anton could swing the stick in his hand to the guard in front of him, he fell to the ground.

The guard stepped forward, raising the iron rod in his hand with a grim expression and hitting his other leg heavily.

Accompanied by a muffled noise, that leg was directly bent.

"for freedom!"

Anton raised his head and shouted, lying on the ground, the wooden stick in his hand still slammed out suddenly and hit the guard's leg heavily.

boom!

The stick shattered and broke into several pieces.

And the leg of the guard elf was also directly broken with a stick.

The guard elf fell to the ground with his legs in his hands, and wailed and screamed at the guards who came up behind him: "Kill him to me! I want him to die!!!"

The guards agreed, rushing forward with swords and sticks, and greeted Anton mercilessly.

"for freedom!!"

"for freedom!"

"for freedom……"

Anton's voice gradually disappeared, until only the dull sound of a weapon hitting his body was left.

"Anton!"

Albin climbed to the highest railing, watched the scene with canthus, and tore off the twine that was hanging Joe's body.

Dozens of slave dormitories who had witnessed all this with their own eyes finally started to commotion.

They slapped the railings and planks, yelling in anger and despair.

"To shut up!"

The guards used iron rods to smash the elves who tried to extend their hands out of the dormitory, trying to control the order.

"Someone stole the body! Catch him!"

At the same time, a guard found Albin on the railing and shouted angrily.

The two flying mounts had already taken off, flying in the direction of Albin.

"Albin, go!" The old elf carried Joe's body on his back and shouted at Albin with his head up.

Albin looked at this familiar farm, without the slightest warmth, like a cannibal monster, only infinite fear.

He turned his head and looked at the world beyond the railing, the vast sky, endless green fields, free air, and...

The purple-striped griffin swooping in the sky.