Feeling like I'm lying on cold ground ...
The moment he possessed sentience, an intense headache immediately began to stimulate Leon's nerves.
In a trance, the short life of a young man named "Leon" passed through his mind.
The joy of his father's hand teaching him to draw the hunting bow still lingers in his heart.
On top of his head, the tenderness of his mother stroking his hair lingered for a long time.
The evening afterglow of childhood walking on country roads seems like yesterday ...
The red color, the blood, the raised cold light was the mercenary's sword, the blade refracted the pathetic face of the teenager's cowardice and fear, the mother's pleas for mercy and the screams of the dying made the fire burn inside the teenager.
Anger and hatred finally overpowered fear, but weak anger meant nothing, and all the teenager could hear before he was knocked to the ground and lost his last ounce of consciousness was the taunting, violent laughter of the mercenaries.
Snapping his eyes open, grimy blood has yet to dissipate in the teenager's reddened eyes.
The memories gradually came back clear, and Leon frowned, trying to dispel the remaining hatred in his heart that did not belong to him.
Gasping for breath to soothe his tense body, he tried to brace himself, but found his hands imprisoned in a crude set of shackles.
Turning sideways and adjusting his posture with difficulty, he eventually leaned against the rough wooden fence on his side and moved his upper body up a little so that he could look up and around.
A cage holding a number of people, with a large area of identical cages around the outside of the cage.
The people inside the cage were in a similar situation to him, men and women, but the common denominator was that there were no older ones.
The prisoners were basically youths, teenagers, and even children of seven or eight years of age, clad only in rags with dust and stains of blood, or even stripped of their clothing, many of them bearing the scars of violence.
Sporadic sobbing came from the mercenaries, the mercenaries were cursing and taunting roughly in a strange and exotic language, the expressions of the detainees were either numb, fearful, or filled with hatred, and a suffocating and depressing atmosphere filled the air.
Somewhere in the middle of a camp, Leon realized that he had been reduced to a captive who had been taken here... A slave.
He inhaled deeply at the unacceptable reality, then exhaled slowly, barely calming his newly-awake mind and trying to organize the thoughts that were swirling around inside his head.
Recalling this, the headache struck again, that familiar memories of the past were so vague and distant, Leon frowned and held his forehead.
Setting aside the memories for a moment, he glanced up at the dress of the mercenary guards outside the cage.
Spears, long swords, lock armor, iron armor, bows and crossbows ... The era on Earth that Li Ang was in, no matter how backward the country was, it was impossible to have such COSPLAY medieval style soldiers.
And the bloody and brutal images in the dead teenager's memory were clearly telling him that this place was definitely not a movie shooting base.
So it's traveling? Or is it soul-warping, into ancient Europe, or into a strange otherworldly place?
... A detached question couldn't help but pop up.
Leon couldn't analyze it, he didn't remember being in close contact with a dump truck before, and he couldn't even remember what exactly happened to his consciousness before he entered this body.
Lowering his head and looking at the iron shackles that were being firmly confined to his wrists, Leon was a little confused.
As a modern man with no brain disease, he didn't want to be reduced to a slave who was controlled over his freedom and life and death no matter what.
Without thinking about the reason for the crossing for the moment, the real priority now was how to escape.
He sank down and rummaged through the memories of the teenager named Leon for any information that would help him understand the current situation.
... Kingdom of Thurians ... St. Sol's Church... City of the Holy Land ... Rolandar ... The Kantadar Kingdom's army is pressing... War... Invasion ... Broken City... Looting... Massacre ...
Gradually picking up the memories of the original owner of this body, the teenager named Leon was just a child of an ordinary hunter's family on the outskirts of Rolandar's holy city, before the war, he and his family lived a fairly peaceful life in the woodland colony on the outskirts of the holy city until the Kantadar army from the west invaded in force.
"You're alive... I thought you were broken yesterday."
A calm voice seemed to speak to itself
Leon broke away from his thoughts and looked along, it was a young brunette looking boy, around 15 or 16 years old or so, his skin was still paler than most of the people inside the cage, despite his similarly grimy situation.
Leon guessed that before the other party was brought in, he might have come from a more affluent off-the-grid family, or else the lower class civilians wouldn't have had the chance to maintain such a white complexion despite being exposed to the sun.
"Ahem... You are?..." Leon asked, holding back the dry cough in his throat as he opened his mouth.
"It doesn't matter who I am, you'd better thank that lady, if it wasn't for her kindly insisting on feeding you water for the past two days, you might not have survived." The white-clean teenager had little expression and raised his chin to indicate the other direction.
Leon turned his eyes to see that the person the teenager was gesturing to was a lady probably in her mid-twenties, and though she was inevitably ragged and haggard in this situation, she could still tell that the other woman's appearance was described as warm and distinguished.
"Thank you." In a hoarse voice, Leon sincerely thanked the lady who had taken care of him while he was unconscious.
Under such miserable circumstances, and still willing to take care of the half-dead and injured, the other party's character is really worthy of respect.
The lady forced a hard smile and gave him a slight nod in response.
Leon noticed that she was also leaning next to a solidly built teenager who had a gaze as wary as a wounded beast.
His appearance and the kind lady has six or seven points of resemblance, the two may be relatives, deduced from the age should be siblings, the teenager's physique is strong, there are traces of exercise, skin color is also rendered by the sun perennial sunlight on the side of dark, but at this time, its body was mercenary beatings of injuries and swellings are also very obvious.
Leon moved his eyes away to avoid irritating the other, he understood that the teenager's unkind eyes were not malicious, in such a chaotic and brutal situation, the other party just wished to protect the only remaining relatives.
Continuing to look around at the others in the cage, all of them were similar, all of them were ashen-faced as the walking dead, and few of them were without injuries, even the lady who had taken care of her unconscious self had bruises and pinch marks from the violence she had been inflicted with, and Leon didn't want to think about what the other person had gone through in terms of a pathetic ordeal.
Moving his eyes away from the fellow prisoners, Leon looked at the cage behind him, it was so sturdy that trying to destroy it internally obviously couldn't be done, and even if he could escape from the cell, the unarmed and frail prisoners wouldn't be able to defeat the armored mercenary guards outside.
Thinking about it, he finally sighed helplessly, for now there seemed to be no other way but to wait.
A little bit of time passes slowly and torturously, even a few hours seem to be as long as a few centuries, Li Ang has never experienced this kind of torturous torment, the past memories of the boring life of the social animal is now compared to heaven, after all, at that time, he still has the freedom to speak.
For a long time, the sky darkened.
(in Uriah) "Ugh! You Therian swine! Get your asses up and eat."
The mercenaries outside yelling unintelligible gibberish interrupted Leon's rambling thoughts.
As he sniffed, several Kantadar mercenaries came to each cage with sacks in their hands, shouting curses in exotic languages and pulling dry, suspected foodstuffs out of the sacks and tossing them into the cages as if they were feeding livestock.
Several chunks of dry food were also thrown into the cage where Leon was, followed by two large leather water bags.
Leon looked at the gray and black suspected dry food that rolled down on the floor stained with dust, and counted in his heart, the number given by the mercenaries didn't even match the number of captives in this cell, one for each person wasn't enough.
And just as Leon was still observing the reactions of the others, the dark-skinned teenager was the first to rush towards the food, only to be seen quickly grabbing two pieces of dry food to fish out a water pouch, and then running back to his sister's side.
The others came forward next, picking up the nearest dry food.
There was no scrambling the whole time, for one thing, everyone wasn't starving to death yet, and for another, the captives didn't have much energy or spirit left to engage in superfluous arguments.
Leon didn't have time to follow and pick up the dry food food had been taken out, he simply sat back in the corner, hungry but still within tolerance.
At least there was still enough water to drink, two large water bags were passed around in the hands of the crowd in turn, and there was still enough left for everyone to drink.
When it was passed to him, Leon would just endure the mental discomfort brought on by the mouth opening that had been used by everyone, as he raised the funnel slightly and poured the water into his mouth, finally relieving the dryness in his throat.
Extraordinary times, and by no means the cleanliness of the heart.
After drinking his fill, Leon proceeded to pass the water bag to the next person on his side, his eyes inadvertently glancing in the direction of the siblings, just in time to see that the lady who had taken care of him in his coma was also looking at him.
With a slightly apologetic and bitter smile on her face, she grasped the dry food that her brother had forcefully helped her spearhead and hesitated to move her mouth, as its noticed that Leon, who had just woken up from his coma, did not have the food in his hands.
With an expression that seemed to struggle slightly, the lady got up with the intention of sharing her food with Leon, but was immediately followed by her brother reaching out and yanking her back.
"... Sis, you didn't eat enough yesterday either!" That strong teenager didn't lower his voice, his tone was both forceful and heartbroken, clearly dissatisfied with his sister's overly caring behavior, which was why its the first thing he would do was go ahead and actively snatch away the two portions of dry food.
Naturally, Li Ang could hear the teenager letting out his voice, obviously deliberately speaking to himself, so he waved his hand in a sensible manner.
"Thank you for your kindness, I'm not hungry yet."
Leon politely declined, even without her brother's defense, he was too embarrassed to always accept the poor lady's care
"I'll give you half, just as well I'm not that hungry." A voice suddenly interjected.
Leon looked at it, it was the same white and clean young man who had opened his mouth to himself before, the other party's sudden kindness surprised Leon a little.
Only to see the other man come and sit down next to him, breaking off half of his dry food and handing it over.
"... Uh, thanks." Leon didn't refuse this, and cheerfully accepted the food presented by the other party.
"The question just now, my name is Azaerion Flarel, Azaerion of House Flarel, and you?" The white, brown-haired teenager took a bite of the hard-to-swallow dry food in his hand, then asked towards Leon as if it were casual.
Leon hesitated slightly, but considering that his real name happened to be pronounced with a similar sounding tone to the name of the original owner of this body, he put down the entanglement.
"My name is Leon, no last name." Leon chose to follow the customs and used the original name of this teenage body.
The teenager named Azerrion froze slightly in his mind.
He had just seen the other party show a clear act of resistance when using the shared water bag, and had thought that the other party was also the heir of a noble who had yet to adapt to his situation.
But it made no difference now, Azaerion thought to himself, the son of a nobleman or the heir of a commoner was now a slave at the mercy of the Kantadar.
There wasn't much to say after the two exchanged names, and the atmosphere once again fell into an audible silence.