Chapter 4 Old Potter’s Anger 1 In the east of Jialuo, outside the tent area where the Sea Tribe slaves live, there is a high wall stretching tens of thousands of meters.
This high wall made of huge stones is equivalent to an indestructible iron fence, imprisoning millions of sea slaves.
Because of the existence of the high wall, the slaves of the sea tribe can only move within the high wall on the east side of Galo Island during the free time at night.
In addition, the sea ban on Galo Island means that the range of activities that the slaves can move is very limited.
It's so small and pitiful.
The Sea Tribe lives by the sea, but the seawater in the Holy Land has long been polluted by dark demonic energy.
Even if there is no sea ban, few slaves will go to the sea.
After all, staying in the sea for too long is tantamount to suicide.
When he was young, Old Porter couldn't resist the temptation of the sea and took a dip in the sea.
However, after fifty years of falling off his bone scales and weakening his body, Old Porter never touched the Holy Land again.
The waters of the world.
In this hellish world, the sea tribe's fear of sea water has become an instinct.
However, due to the nature of the sea tribe, many young sea tribes who have not yet understood the terrifying sea water in the holy land world died in the ocean polluted by the dark evil energy.
It sounds very contradictory, but the ocean is like poison to the sea people at this moment, making people fear and yearn for it at the same time.
The slaves of the Sea Tribe live in the eastern part of Garo Island, which is imprisoned by high walls and seawater.
They are like animals in captivity, with no freedom at all.
There was a huge procession of Sea Tribe slaves returning to their place of residence.
When the leader of the procession came to the stone gate in the middle of the high wall, the slaves entered in an orderly manner.
The consciousness of the slaves is truly astonishing.
Once servility is cultivated, it will become a terrible poison, constantly eroding the human heart and the soul of the entire race.
Made at sunrise.
Resting at sunset has long become the daily routine of the slaves living on Garo Island.
But today is a little different from the past.
The difference lies in the portrait of the human race posted on the tall stone gate.
Directly below the portrait, two large blood-red characters "Wanted" were written in the abyss language.
Every slave who enters the residential area through the stone gate will be reminded by the bone whip in the hand of the overseer to read the text on the wanted order carefully and remember the appearance of the wanted human race in the portrait.
When Old Porter dragged the shackles and chains on his feet to the stone door, a deafening blast of air woke him up.
Old Potter raised his head and looked blankly at the Bone Demon overseer standing on the high wall.
At this time, the Bone Demon was waving the black bone whip in his hand, and the ear-splitting air explosion just now was the bone whip striking the target.
The sound on the air.
Under the instruction of the overseer's eyes.
Old Porter carefully looked at the wanted poster posted on the stone door.
The human youth in the portrait has a handsome face with clear edges and corners, and a pair of penetrating black pupils under his eyebrows.
Wanted notices issued by the Royal City of Garo Island are very common, and wanted human beings also happen from time to time, but what impressed Old Potter most about this human being was that he had a rare gray broken hair.
Although the wanted order did not clearly state why this gray-haired human was wanted by the Royal City, Old Potter could probably guess the reason.
Judging from the appearance of this human race, he was definitely not a slave born in the Holy Land world, because it is impossible for a slave in the Holy Land to have such clear and transparent eyes.
This human being must be someone who was recently captured in the Holy Land World.
Old Potter said with determination in his heart.
In fact, people who were captured in the Holy Land world.
It is very common to escape the control of the Holy Land for some unknown reasons and to be wanted by the Holy Land.
However, these wanted people always end up being caught by the supervisors and tortured in every possible way.
Or die.
This kind of thing is already familiar to Old Potter, who has lived for more than four hundred years.
After remembering the appearance of the human youth in the wanted portrait, Old Porter walked toward the tent area inside the high wall.
After walking through the narrow path and turning several turns among countless dilapidated tents, Old Potter finally returned to the dilapidated tent where he lived.
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Hear the slow rhythmic grinding of old Porter's shackles.
There was also Old Porter's feeble coughing.
Little Parker, who was sitting in the tent looking at the sea in a daze, suddenly woke up, then got up and got out of the tent, hugging Old Porter's legs.
Seeing little Parker's thin face, old Porter finally showed a rare smile on his old face.
Old Porter touched Parker's hair.
At the same time, Parker raised his head and shouted in a clear voice: "Grandpa" "Well, have you received the food distributed by the supervisor today?"
Old Potter looked at Parker's malnourished and thin body, with a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth.
"Already brought it back."
Little Parker nodded, but his eyes flickered a little.
Of course, old Porter noticed the strange look in little Parker's eyes, and immediately asked: "What, is there anything you want to tell grandpa?"
Little Parker's eyes were a little dodgey, but also mixed with a hint of joy, "This morning, I rescued a person at the beach."
"By human, you mean the human race."
Old Potter recalled the wanted notice he had just seen on the stone gate, and suddenly felt an ominous omen in his heart.
Old Potter frowned and asked anxiously: "Where is that human race?"
Little Parker raised his arm and pointed behind him, "He's lying inside."
Before Parker could finish speaking, Old Porter hurriedly lifted the old curtain and walked into the tent.
And when Old Potter walked into the tent and saw an unconscious human youth wearing work clothes lying on the old bed, Old Potter's heartbeat increased sharply, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
On top of dark blue bone scales.
Especially when Old Potter saw the gray hair and face of this human youth, Old Potter's feet gave way and he fell directly to the ground.
Old Porter's eyes widened and he was trembling, sweating profusely, and his fins were even more tightly closed.
Behind him, the young and inexperienced little Parker saw this scene and hurriedly stepped forward to support the old Porter's body and asked in confusion: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
"He, he," Old Potter's voice trembled, his eyes full of fear.
Little Parker didn't notice the strange expression on Old Porter's face.
Instead, he looked at the gray-haired human youth who was in a coma and explained to Old Porter: "I saw something floating on the sea in the morning.
Wait for me to pull him."
When I came out of the sea, I discovered that he was actually a human race.
It was really strange.
Human races are rarely seen on Garo Island.
How could he appear in the sea?"
After saying that, little Parker rolled his eyes and continued with some fear: "Grandpa, I didn't go to the sea on purpose, because I wanted to save him, so I went into the sea as a last resort.
Grandpa, please don't scold me":