As long as soone is taller and stronger than you, they can order you around and bully you.
When Chen Yan walked into this "large army," he didn’t even cover a few hundred ters before getting whipped at least six tis!
It seed that here, as a lone and wandering figure, thin and weak, any brute from the Fierce Beast Race could yell at him a couple of tis or give him a couple of lashes!
After being scolded and beaten, it was always those strong guys who would bark orders at him with a tone of bullying, ordering him not to go backward but forward.
Every ti this happened, Chen Yan would put on a submissive and panicked look, only saying that he got lost and couldn’t find his companions.
Then, the Fierce Beast Race mber scolding him would mockingly call him a "bug," not overly bothering him, perhaps kicking him a couple more tis before letting him go.
And so, Chen Yan continued to walk backward among the ranks of the Fierce Beast Race...
But the further back he went, the greater the danger Chen Yan faced!
Because obviously, this group of Fierce Beast Race wasn’t really a proper army!
These guys were devoid of any discipline, lacking any sense of unity.
Further behind, with fewer and fewer patrols by the sled teams, Chen Yan discovered that the Fierce Beast Race here was even more chaotic—he then understood that the sled teams interspersed within the large army were actually maintaining order.
So Fierce Beast Race even blocked Chen Yan’s path, robbing him.
The first robbery, Chen Yan claid he had no food on him, and the opponent let him go.
During the second robbery, a few Fierce Beast Race mbers, after hearing Chen Yan say he had no food, set their sights on his axe.
Chen Yan didn’t plan to resist and obediently dropped the axe.
During the third robbery... the two Fierce Beast Race mbers blocking his path surprisingly wanted Chen Yan’s fur coat!
Chen Yan didn’t want to endure it anymore!
He definitely didn’t want to run naked in the icy wilderness!
So, Chen Yan brushed off the arm of the guy trying to grab his coat and punched the opponent in the neck!
Seizing the mont when the guy bent over in pain, Chen Yan closed in, pulled out a knife from the guy’s waist, and unhesitatingly plunged it into his neck!!
Blood sprayed out, and the body of the Fierce Beast Race mber fell straight down, while the remaining one seed stunned, staring blankly at Chen Yan. Two seconds later, as Chen Yan thought the opponent would pounce desperately, the guy quickly retreated two steps, slightly bent forward, with feet continuously moving backward.
This was a posture of submission.
Chen Yan suddenly smiled inwardly.
This race, indeed... brutal, while also bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Chen Yan clutched the knife in his hand and continued to stride backward.
He didn’t even bother to wipe the blood off his body—his face and body still carried the blood of the Fierce Beast Race mber!
However, this appearance made it much smoother for him to walk.
With a noticeable trace of blood on him and holding a knife, it actually deterred many who were planning to take advantage of him.
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Ugh!!!
Chen Yan felt a violent churn in his abdon and couldn’t help but turn to the side, supporting himself with hands on knees, spewing from his mouth...
The air was thick with an overwhelming stench, as if containing so terrifying existence.
In fact, Chen Yan’s eyes now gradually had bloodshot veins, hands trembling slightly!
Just minutes ago, he had finally reached the tail end of the grand army—not even knowing how long he had walked, but he had ultimately arrived at the more sparsely populated area of the army.
Then, he saw this place before him!
As he reached here, the first glance froze his body instantly.
In an instant, it was like being in hell!!
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On the vast Icefield, huge iron cauldrons were set up!
Those giant iron cauldrons, like bathtubs, stood on the Snowfield before his eyes, row after row, column after column, seemingly endless at a glance.
Under the iron cauldrons, burnt the wood of the Evil Spirit Tree that had been brought over.
And in the cauldrons, water boiled furiously...
A large group of ant-like Fierce Beast Race mbers were around, chiseling ice blocks and throwing them into the cauldrons...
But this was not the horrifying part...
Beneath each cauldron stood two Fierce Beast Race mbers wielding large knives!
And under each cauldron stood a line-up...
Each with numb faces, empty eyes, stuttering steps that seed like they could collapse at any mont... humans!
Human slaves!
Driven by the knife-wielding Fierce Beast Race mbers beside them, they walked to the cauldrons one by one.
The Fierce Beast Race mbers under the cauldrons then dragged over the human slaves one by one, stabbing them in the neck as if slaughtering cattle, while another quickly grabbed a handful of snow to press against the wound!
Once the slave’s body twitched and struggled, they were grabbed by the neck, lifted, and thrown into the cauldron!
Even more horrifying was the ground around them...
The Snowfield was filled with bones!
Dispersed and formless bones, but clearly showing gnawing marks!
A glance over them seed endless, who knew how many there were!!
The human slaves queued up and walked towards each of the raised cauldrons.
They seed devoid of any conscious thought, unaware of resistance, unknown to escape, like numb cattle, dragged to the cauldrons, slaughtered!
When the previous slave was slaughtered and thrown into the cauldron, the human slave standing behind wouldn’t even spare a glance, eyes vacant, with no spark of life!
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"What’s wrong with you? Why are you vomiting!"
Chen Yan’s body trembled, but he heard a shout from behind.
He turned, seeing a group of burly Fierce Beast Race mbers, one of them staring at him with brutality and fierceness in their eyes.
"I’m... sick." Chen Yan gritted his teeth hard.
"Then you’re not allowed to eat! Eating and then puking, what a waste of food!"
The Fierce Beast Race warrior shot a fierce glare at Chen Yan before leaving.
Chen Yan let out a heavy breath, looking at those rows and rows of cauldrons...
After two silent seconds, Chen Yan turned and left.
He... couldn’t save these people.
Alone, by himself, he was already out of the Safe Zone, having reached areas devoid of Primordial Qi.
By himself within the vast army of Fierce Beast Race, he couldn’t save anyone!
Acting rashly would an nothing but getting himself killed.
Only after walking hundreds of ters, did Chen Yan feel the trembling in his body gradually lessen.
His feet weren’t as weak.
It’s just... his eyes were getting redder!
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[I’m really sick, starting to get a low-grade fever, my mind feels like mush, and after finishing this Chapter, I feel worse.
Reluctantly, I might have to take another day off tomorrow.]
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