Chapter 2898: Unexplored Darkness (2)

Chapter 2898: Uninquirable Darkness
"What's going on?" Looking at the surrounding landscape, Beddyville asked Lawrence: "This landscape should be recreated according to Quaig's memory, right?"
"Yes," Lawrence replied. "The child is good at cooking, maybe the cooking class in the army."
If so, it makes sense. Bedyville remembers what Quaig had made for them, and it was delicious.
"Is this the scenery in the barracks five thousand years ago? Except for the broken points, it's not different from modern times." Lawrence looked around casually.
"Focus. Find Quieg before you talk," Beddyville reminded. But Bedyville also wondered if it was part of a military camp. This place looks more like a slum than a barracks.
"No, boss." Lawrence said, "Here is his subconscious, a place between dreams and reality. It's not us who find Quaker, but he finds us."
"what?"
"You'll soon understand what is going on." The curseman replied, holding up the fire of the spell he had called in his right hand.
Bedyville did just as Lawrence did, and the two of them seemed to be holding a lantern and advancing in the gloom.
"Well ..." Whoep seemed to be nearby.
"Quig?" The werewolf youth called out, "Is it you, Quig?"
The other party did not answer, as if he could not hear the call of Bedyville.
Without help, the werewolf youth followed the sound and finally found under the stove, a little black leopard. The little guy was skinny, with thick, rusty iron rings on his neck and legs, and should be a slave. Beddyville didn't notice at first that this was Quig, after all, Quig's hair color was different from this kid. But he soon discovered that the "black" little leopard was actually just too dirty, and his body was covered with coal ash and all kinds of dirty things, so it turned into this gray and black look.
He was crying, he didn't hear the call of Bedyville at all. Even if Bedyville walked in front of Little Quigg, the child could not see the werewolf youth.
is it. "Let him find us" is what it is. Here is Quaker's subconscious, Beddyville. They are just invaders, as dispensable as illusions. He didn't want to get Queg's attention. The other side couldn't see Bedyville and Lawrence.
"Quig, look here." Beddyville tried to reach out and touch the little leopard. It didn't work. His hand passed through the other body as if it had penetrated the air. Or, conversely, he is the "air".
"It's useless to contact with Quaig here. This is too long a memory to affect now." Lawrence said, "Try to go to the next place. You must talk to Quaig and the recent ones. That Quaig touches him to wake him up. "
"Wait, I want to know what's going on." Beddyville said, "This child seems to be terribly bullied."
"Slaves, naturally." Lawrence shrugged. "Human slaves have no human rights, and the orcs are not even regarded as humans. Orc slaves are miserable in any era, and it is not strange to see them. .It's best not to go too far into the darkness of others. Everyone always has a past that they don't want to be known to others. "
Beddyville was silent for a while: "You're right--"
"Sure enough to hide here." A figure walked in suddenly, almost scaring Bedyville. The figure should be a middle-aged man, but Bedyville couldn't see the other's face at all, and the figure was shrouded in darkness and demonized very well. It looked like some kind of troll, terrible.
"Get up. Your work is not done yet. Don't think you can be lazy. Watch me kill you," said the terrible figure. That should be Quieg's slave owner.
"Can a person become so terrible in the subconscious ..."
"Of course, his fear has distorted the person's image." Lawrence replied: "Boss, we really have to leave here, and then something terrible may happen. The tragic experiences he has experienced will be in His subconscious was terribly magnified. "
"... I see." The werewolf youth and Lawrence fled this small kitchen-like room without looking back. At the last glance, he saw only the terrible figure holding the leopard's hair and hanging him up. When they fled from the scene, the child's extremely screaming and begging sounded behind him, and the surrounding walls were stained red with blood.
Whether it was a memory magnified by Quaker's fear or something really happened, only he knew it.
They crossed a broken street and reached another scene. At this time, the leopard, who had grown a little bit, but still skinny, was being tortured on some kind of torture. He was wounded and he had given up his struggles, and was "serving" his master, doing something unsightly.
"Oh, I don't need to see this ..." Bedyville covered his eyes.
"Let's skip this." Lawrence quickened his pace.
"Of course." The werewolf youth trot behind the wizard. It is not good to invade other people's subconscious with curse, you never know when you will see the most embarrassing side of others.
"More ... harder ... Master" Before running far, Bedyville actually heard Quieg's voice behind him.
Is that guy's mind broken at this age? That was naturally involuntary, but ... always felt a little sad.
Walk through the same broken streets, then the road to the village with bloodshed. Scorched earth and black smoke left behind by dragon attacks are everywhere. War has been stained with sorrow and grief in Queeg's memory.
"You will replace my family today to accept the recruitment of the army." The figure of the terrible man like a demon said to the young leopard man in his cage: "Do it well. If you can come back alive, you will be released from your slavery , I'll distribute Ma to you. "
"Can you promise me one thing, master?" Quig in the cage whispered: "Please don't touch Matt until I return ..."
"You know that's impossible." The demon-like man said, "Before that, you said you were going to replace her, and you are indeed more fun than her. But you are gone, where do I go for fun? You are just tools It ’s nothing. Tools do n’t have the power to ask their owners to do or not. If you really want to protect that sow, win this battle and come back as soon as you can. You ca n’t even do this. What can you do with me? Talk about conditions? "
The Leopard youth fell silent.
"It's not here. Go ahead." Lawrence urged, and found that Bedyville was paying attention to these details, and repeatedly stopped to see Quaig's memory.
"I'm sorry." The werewolf youth felt that it was rude to do so, and moved with Lawrence. A wailing sound came from behind him, and he seemed to be treated harshly by his master again.
"It's amazing that Queeg's memory is so well preserved after thousands of years," Lawrence said while running along the corpse-filled road. "What methods do they use to preserve the human body? This is more powerful than freezing technology. too much."
"Can freezing technology damage memory?"
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"Yes, the process of freezing and thawing will cause huge damage to the nerves of the brain." Lawrence said, "Did you forget, boss? I used to be a guard at the underground research institute. They also studied similar technologies, but Not mature. "
"The Mohammed Merchants Group?" Bediville recalled: "But [Mohammed Merchants Group] and [Green Pharmaceutical Research] are not the same company? At least their back office is [Academic]. Why the same? I have to study the technology, and ask their boss to share the technology? "
"Maybe their backstage is different." Lawrence said, "Or, what kind of research is not meaningful?"
This is quite intriguing.
"Quier, soldier, report to the third division of the twelfth company and seventh brigade of the Fourteenth Division." In the previous scene, the dirty Leopard Quaker saluted in front of an officer in front of the barracks.
"Soldier? Did you make a mistake?" The officer did say, "We are missing cooks, so you are assigned to the cooking class. You are not a soldier. Hurry up and report to the cooking class. ,kitten."
"Observe, obey ..." The Leopard youth behaved a little bit aggrieved. This is not the same as saying yes.
"Where are the soldiers ..." The human officer looked at Quig coldly: "How can you let your low, low, and inferior races become warriors and make war."
He said so blatantly.
"Take it easy. At least you don't have to go to the battlefield to work hard, you can stay behind and live. This war is so fierce that many people want your treatment and may not be able to get it."
Quig didn't answer, and his eyes became darker.
"Recruit?" The company commander smiled scornfully as soon as he met Queg: "Which slave are you being handed over to serve in their military service? Are you dirty and go wash in the river next to you?" Take a bath and change your clothes. "
"Observe." The Leopard youth replied, "But what about military uniforms ...?"
"When you come to the cooking class, they will naturally send it to you." The other party said, "Then come to me tonight."
"……what?"
"Don't you know the rules, boy?" The company commander sneered: "The first thing new recruits have to do here is to serve their immediate superiors. You are a cooking class, shouldn't it be true? Think they just finished their duties by cooking over there? "
"What do you want me to do?" Quig's face changed.
"Do you really want me to point this out, boy?" The other side licked his lips with his tongue: "The army is full of men. Where do the soldiers go to vent their vigorous energy? No one knows whether he will die tomorrow. It's natural to be happy in time. —Go ahead, it's still growing tonight. "
"Obvious ... obey, master ... wrong, company commander ..." Quig walked out of the barracks suddenly. The appearance of the man without a face behind him gradually changed again, turning into a terrible shape like a demon.
"Broken again ..." Beddyville whispered, watching all this.
"It seems that he always encounters this kind of thing. Should I say unfortunately or what ..." Lawrence commented: "But being an orc is unfortunate in itself. Either it is lingering in the dark, or it is regarded as a human world. Slavery. The situation was said to have been worse than thousands of years ago. Because of the indiscriminate attacks of dragons, there were not even so many orc settlements in the dark area, and it was almost a barren place that could not live. Human beings also regularly In the past, orcs were used as slaves. "
"Why do you know this?" Beddyville asked.
"Historical data." Lawrence replied, "Don't look at me like that, I used to work part-time in the library."
"How come you have a part-time job ..."
"Hey, hey." Lawrence thought he was praising him and laughed.
"Let's skip these memories in one go, boss." He also said, "Quig has so many secrets that he doesn't want to be known, or respect his privacy, don't go into it. It's about a distance from me. In a dozen or so scenes, you can reach where Quig's consciousness is today. Let him recognize us there. "
"Yes," Beddyville said. What will happen next, Bedyville can already guess. Although he sympathized with Quig, it was all happening a long time ago, and he couldn't help, it might as well be treated as if he hadn't seen it.
"Well ... it hurts ... tap ...!" As he ran across a scene, Bedyville faintly heard Quaig's wailing. The soldiers attacked his body like a beast.
"Don't ...!" He has always just accepted and lamented, never struggling. It is useless to struggle under the mountain of system.
"Escape?" It seemed that Queg was talking to whom he was discussing desertion: "But if caught ..."
"No ...!" With his exclaim, the next scene really happened. He was arrested and then held in a deep prison.
"Picture ... grid ..." He held out his hand in the cage, as if trying to catch the mysterious man in the other cage: "Sorry ... dragged your hind legs ..."
When he said this, several hands behind him reached out to him, covered his mouth, and started tearing his body.
It's like here. Hell, never stay away from him.
"Here it is." Lawrence sprinted a long way and stopped suddenly.
In front of them was a scene much easier than the blood everywhere.
Yes, this is the medical room of the Shuguang.
Those sad war scenes are long gone, this is a peaceful world thousands of years later ... at least temporarily.
Leopard youth Quig is looking across the medical cabin, watching his sleeping "brother".
"Tug, so many years have passed," he whispered, "will you, forgive me?"
"I don't want to kill you again." He said bitterly.
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