Alien world

Chapter 205 58. Prisoner's New Life

Tucker and his cellmates walked up and down the rough gravel plaza.

He was envious of the other guys, who were playing something like Andersey, but throwing the ball into the hoop.Tucker almost forgot the last time he saw this kind of play... as long ago as a walk in the sun.

The high wall resisted the cold wind, and it made the body feel less cold at noon.Tucker continued to do what he was told to do: walk under the wall and not go to see the set—it’s unbelievable that the “Mage Tower Has Fallen” they had seen was made in this way.

A few ten minutes later, when the chill could not be dispelled even by walking, the girl named "Astolfo" next to the deputy warden ran over to the dungeon to rest.It was a lively young girl, almost as old as Sissy had been alive.

"Go back to the dungeon to rest." This sentence Tucker would only feel deeply absurd before, and what is even more absurd is that this sentence will make Tucker feel like going home now.

All this was given by the deputy warden... In the past few days he interrogated everyone in the dungeon, and Tucker told him that he was put in the dungeon for killing the gangster who sold his sister.Then on the second day, the deputy warden said that after finding out the truth, he gave himself two choices, release him now or work for him, and he can go to Xingyue Bay with him in the future, where there are delicious food and exquisite houses... Who knows, Tucker can't find his sister, and Tucker doesn't care.

Thanks to the deputy warden.He was going to die, not now.

Passing the shooting scene on the way back to the dungeon, Tucker heard the deputy warden talking to the old orc with a respectful tone.Then I was a little envious... If I hadn't been so stupid, I should be like the old orc now, without being in the background, I could talk to the deputy warden?

Perhaps it was due to the extravagant expectations that should not have been raised, Tucker gradually lost his numbness, and some thoughts would always pop up in his head, such as returning to the dungeon, seeing the four-handed cavemen cooking, thinking, they are really born Workers; seeing the Ratmen lined up honestly, they thought, why don’t they use their minions to escape; seeing the dull and taciturn Dadar’s rice bowl, thinking, he was imprisoned in a dungeon for dozens of days with such edible food and only lost some weight ;Sitting in the cell and eating with prisoners of different races, I thought again, the deputy warden asked them to get together...Does he want them to know each other?

Holding the rice bowl, Tucker approached an elf and said hesitantly, "My name is Tucker, what about you?

The elf ignored him, but a reply came from the side: "I'm Pakpafa."

Tucker raised his neck to see the whole picture of the centaur.They are as tall as a horse, but have the upper body of a human.

"...you're lucky," said Tucker, who saw it was a mare. "Women and pretty women are miserable in dungeons..."

These will be selected by the noble officials outside, and after being sent to the dungeon, it will be the turn of the dungeon guards, and finally the prisoners.No woman can get out alive... A prisoner who doesn't have a few days to live doesn't care what he enters.

"They were also lucky."

Pakpafa tapped his hoof lightly.Tucker looked seriously at the centaur, who was two heads taller than him, and his strong physique: "You're right, it's their luck that they didn't meet you."

Tucker chatted awkwardly with Park Pafa, and then he found that these races not only had similar experiences to them, but also had similar ideas, and even the deputy warden agreed to take them to Xingyue Bay.

While still imagining what Xingyue Bay would look like, a caveman prayed next to him: "Thank you Annan for the gift..."

It folded its four hands together, and only picked up the bowl and spoon after devout prayers.

"Who is Annan?" Tucker asked strangely.

"It's the deputy warden, he's Jack, and the king of the North."

"But I heard they called the deputy warden, isn't Olme just right?"

"That's Annan's disguised identity."

A big man with the status of a prince disguised his identity in order to save them lowly civilians?Looking at the bowl of brown rice and fatty slices of pork... Tucker believed it.

And the deputy warden is indeed somewhat similar to Jack in the magic image.

While talking with the centaur, Tucker slowly ground the food with his teeth, and the centaur's ears suddenly stood up. Then, Tucker heard the sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor with the cell door open.

The surrounded King of the North appeared in the corridor, and looked this way.

"Who's that guy sitting with the centaur and the elf?"

"He is Tucker, the prisoner who killed the gangster for his sister."

Annan remembered that after knowing what happened to him, Annan sent someone to find the whereabouts of his sister, but the investigation was terminated after tracing to the Kamis camp.

The Kamis camp, also known as the land of the homeless, is located in a cave on the southern outskirts of Betal City.There are countless evil transactions that cannot be put on the table, and even the nobles would be ashamed of themselves...

Annan thought for a while, and went over to say hello to Tucker and Parkpafa, and patted Parkpafa's broad back to let her recover from her injuries.

Annan, the remaining alien race, paid special attention to centaurs and jackals. The former were born warriors and archers—perhaps beyond common sense, but centaurs have no cavalry, and their upper body in front cannot support the impact of cavalry confrontation.Therefore, centaur tribes have always been widely distributed in grasslands and hilly areas in the form of nomads.

Adults have a weight of 800 to 1500 pounds, giving centaurs unparalleled strength, and their innate talent for bows and arrows allows them to attack farther than other races and move faster than other races.Annan hoped that Pakpafa could bring the people to Xingyue Bay. As for Xingyue Bay, there is no grassland...the forests in the south will become grasslands after they are cut down.

The latter wolf man hoped to get in touch with the wolf man near Xingyue Bay.

There are also races such as ratmen and cavemen, Annan also has the idea of ​​attracting the same kind and expanding the species of Xingyue Bay.Too many foreign races will make Xingyue Bay crowded?Is this 100-pound bundle of wood felled by humans more noble, or the 100-pound bundle of wood eaten by the Ratman is more despicable?

"King of the North, are my people still alive..." Mozali, the only remaining elf, asked.

Annan looked at it sympathetically: "You should know that no matter whether it is Lin Dong or the guards who are chasing, the hunting mercenary group will not let them go..."

Not only Mozali, but other races have no chance to see those escaped clansmen again.

In the afternoon, they heard that a cold snap was coming, and it was snowing, so they switched to filming in the dungeon, and waited until the weather cleared to melt the snow before continuing.Annan gave the prisoners full freedom, as long as they did not leave the second floor, they were free to enter and leave the cell.And the clean, bright, warm dungeon will always give these prisoners the chaotic illusion that this is a dream.

In any case, the pain of the past has left them, and a new future awaits them.

(End of this chapter)