The Original Vampire

The sky was gloomy, and the dark clouds seemed to cover the earth with no edge in sight.

The fighting in Ice Rock City has ceased, but the hearts of the people are still heavy.

Especially those slaves who surrendered. They were put on their shackles again, squatting at the foot of the city wall, shivering, and their hearts were full of despair.

"Hey, lame, do you think the lord is going to starve us to death?"

The slave named Lame touched his head and muttered, "How would I know."

"Is this worth thinking about?" Another slave said weakly, paralyzed on the ground, "Now that there is a shortage of food in the city, how could the lord waste food on us?"

"Then...are we just waiting to die?"

"Otherwise? Do you still want to kill it?"

The body of the slave who asked the question trembled uncontrollably, as if he remembered the terrible scene of the black cavalry charging, and immediately shut up and did not speak.

The breath of despair grew stronger.

The dead aura emanating from the slaves even attracted a few vultures to hover in the air.

They are quietly waiting for the coming feast.

The lame man was a little unwilling. He was still young and didn't want to die. Looking at the soldiers patrolling around, he hesitated for a while, and seemed to have finally gathered up his courage.

But just as he struggled to stand up and was about to walk towards the soldiers, he suddenly saw the city gate open not far away.

With the sound of hooves, a large-scale caravan slowly drove into the Ice Rock City.

Lame doesn't care about caravans, he only cares about food.

"My lord, my lord..."

"Are you calling me?" The soldier looked at the lame leg who kept approaching, held the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and said vigilantly, "Stand where you are, don't come any closer!"

"Yes Yes."

"What's your business?"

"Sir, I'm really hungry, can you give me something to eat..." The lame-legged hunched over and prayed,

"I'm very strong, I can help you with your work, you can do anything!"

"Don't worry, you will be arranged to work later."

"Then...is there anything to eat?"

"Yes, as long as you are willing to work!"

"Really?" The lame couldn't believe that such a good thing could actually happen.

"What did I lie to you for?" The soldier waved his hand impatiently, "Go back and be honest."

The lame did not go back, but asked nervously: "Sir, my lord, isn't there a shortage of food in the city now? Why do you still give us something to eat?"

The soldier pointed to the caravan that was entering the city: "Do you know what those cars are carrying?"

Lame shook his head stupidly.

"It's food!" The soldier said proudly, "The Lord brought back a lot of food from the half-elf kingdom, enough for you!"

"Really...really?" The lame's eyes glowed, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

The soldier no longer wanted to pay attention to this annoying slave, and waved his hand to let him go back quickly.

The lame legs softened, and immediately knelt on the ground, kowtows in the direction of the Red Fort, and said something in his mouth:

"Thank you Lord Lord, praise Lord Lord!"

His strange behavior also aroused the curiosity of other slaves, and they all gathered around to ask.

Then, the lame told the other slaves the good news he had just received.

Soon, the news spread like a plague, and more and more slaves began to learn to be lame, knelt on the ground and kept kowtow, praising the benevolent lord.

In an instant, the entire Ice Rock City seemed to come alive, and the dead aura surrounding the city gradually dissipated, and the frightened vultures fluttered their wings and scattered.

Before long, the soldiers began to divide the slaves into groups of about ten people. Each group was led by a soldier and assigned different tasks, such as repairing city walls, clearing streets, and building refugee camps...

The lame was assigned a task of repairing a house in the city. When he followed the leading soldier to the collapsed house, he was suddenly embarrassed—

Because he remembered that he had rushed into this house while taking advantage of the chaos and stole some things...

With a hint of shame, the lame stepped forward immediately and started to work.

A slave next to him asked the leading soldier with some uncertainty: "Sir, when will we have something to eat?"

"It's there at noon, hurry up and go to work!"

"well!"

When the slaves heard that they had food, they immediately got busy, regardless of hunger and exhaustion.

...

Finally, at noon, the already exhausted and lame huddled in the long line of slaves and walked to the place to receive food.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally smelled a faint smell of meat.

grunt.

For a time, the sound of swallowing saliva came one after another.

The lame stretched his neck and looked forward, but he could only vaguely see a high platform and a huge iron pot on it.

After a long wait, the lame finally came to the high platform.

The soldier handed him three slices of brown bread and a steaming bowl of broth.

It is said to be broth, but in fact, there is no shadow of meat in it at all, only a layer of oil floating on it and a faint smell of meat, which proves that it is indeed not water, but broth.

In the face of such food, the lame actually cried directly.

It's not that the food is bad, it's just too good.

As a slave, he had never eaten meat in his life.

Now that I can have broth to drink, I feel that my life is worth it!

After dipping in the broth, he shoved the black bread into his stomach after a few mouthfuls, and then he poured the broth in the bowl into his stomach in one go.

Feeling the warmth radiating from the abdomen to the whole body, the lame leg suddenly felt that his whole body was full of energy.

"Sir, do you have anything to eat after finishing your work in the afternoon?"

"Of course there is."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow too."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"You can't finish!" The soldier got angry and glared at the lame man, "As long as you work for the lord, you will naturally have food to eat."

The lame didn't know what to say at the moment, the Lord Lord seemed to be at the same level as the Lord of Glory in his heart.

"Not only food." The soldiers gathered all their slaves and explained, "There are also points."

"Points?" The slaves looked at each other, not knowing what this meant.

"Can the points... be eaten?" the lame asked tremblingly.

The soldier sneered, shook his head and said, "Points cannot be eaten. But it is of great use."

Before the slaves could continue to ask questions, the soldier announced, "The one who worked the most seriously this morning was the lame. Does everyone have any opinions?"

The slaves shook their heads, the lame was indeed the one who worked the most today, and everyone saw it.

"Okay, I'll be lame for one point this morning." The soldier immediately took out a roll of parchment and began to record it.

The lame was still at a loss: "Sir, what are the points... what's the use?"

"Points, can help you get rid of slave status and become free people!"

"Freedom?"

The rest of the slaves couldn't sit still anymore. They gathered around the soldiers and asked, "Sir, how many points does it take to become a free citizen?"

"I don't know." The soldier spread his hands, "The lord said that there will be an evaluation every month, and the ten slaves who get the most points in the city can become free people!"

wow——

The slaves screamed with excitement.

They don't know how many slaves there are in the whole city, and how rare it is to have ten places per month.

However, they have seen hope - the hope of a class jump!

This kind of hope has refreshed their mental outlook, as if they had become a completely different person.

When the afternoon work began again, all the slaves rushed to work like crazy, for fear of being compared by their own companions.

A frenzy gradually enveloped Ice Rock City.