Chapter 297 Fire
"What to do next?"

"You decide. We all trust you."

Behind him, the slave who had been silent until then spoke up.

He had sunken cheeks, was tall and thin, and was wearing ragged and dirty cloth. His skin had turned pale from not seeing the sun for a long time, and one could even see his veins.

Due to being in a dim environment for many years, he suffered from trachoma and his eyes were particularly cloudy, but at this moment there was an inexplicable firmness in his eyes, and they even glowed faintly in the dark mine.

The slave worker was named Nick, and he was also born a serf, but he worked as a book boy for a period of time. His parents were trampled to death by the horse of the earl's youngest son, and he himself was sold to the mines. He always had a deep hatred for the northern nobles in his heart.

He was also the first slave laborer to accept new ideas and advocate resistance. Now he has become Xinghuo's right-hand man and a capable figure in this long-planned resistance.

Xinghuo looked around, scanning the confused, angry, or frightened eyes of the slaves.

"continue."

"Continue with what?"

Someone in the crowd asked doubtfully.

Starfire replied firmly: "Continue to liberate the workers here and make them our strength. Also - kill all the noble lackeys in the Valier Mine!"

He took the overseer's head and held it high.

"We have to tell them who is the master here!"

"it is good!"

"Kill them all!"

Several slave workers followed suit and shouted, and then more slave workers were infected and joined the carnival.

But Xinghuo knew that only a few people he was familiar with were trustworthy. Others still had some deep-rooted fear in their hearts, and under the oppression of power, they were likely to become fence-sitters.

You have to know that the scale of this mine is much larger than this, and they are only in one of the branch mines. As the most valued asset of the Earl, there are thousands of slaves and nearly a hundred supervisors in the Valier Mine, who continuously deliver gold and silver to the greedy Earl, producing thousands of gold coins every year.

And now, this is his best source of soldiers.

Chaigun, who was following behind Xinghuo, mustered up his courage and asked weakly, "But, we have no weapons and no food, how can we..."

Xinghuo lifted the supervisor's head again and shook it in the air. He smiled and showed his white teeth: "But they have it. We just need to snatch it. No, we should take back what belongs to us."

The timid Chai Gun was so frightened by the bloody head that his legs went weak and he swallowed nervously.

Xinghuo said loudly in the mine: "Everyone, if you have any ideas, please speak up! After all, many hands make light work."

He paused, and his eyes became a little sharp.

"But let me be frank. Now that we have killed the overseer, there is no turning back. Any thought of surrendering is just a dream!"

"We can steal the nobles' golden hoes! Then they won't be able to plow the land!"

"Take their piggies away!"

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Xinghuo gave a helpless smile: "Uh, very creative idea, anything else?"

Nick suggested again:
"We should have a name."

"Those damn nobles all call themselves righteous and fair knights. We should also give ourselves a resounding name and let it spread throughout Anzeta."

"Yes."

"Nick is right." "But what should we call it? We haven't read books either."

Everyone was waiting, and dozens of expectant eyes were focused on Xinghuo.

And Xinghuo looked into the eyes of those slave workers, and seemed to see sparks buried in those eyes that had been through so much suffering.

These fires will burn brightly and perhaps change the world.

He thought for a moment, and finally said:
"Tinder."

"No matter what they call us, no matter they slander us as devils, inferiors or beasts, we call ourselves Fire Seeds. There are only high and low positions in the organization, but no difference in status. Anyone who calls each other 'comrade' represents our same aspirations."

Although they did not understand many of the words, the slaves could still feel the passion of the words and they nodded in agreement.

Xinghuo threw the head to the ground, picked up the bloody hoe, and was the first to walk out of the mine, calling out to everyone:

"Guns in hand, follow me."

"Liberate the entire mine!"

He wiped the blood that splashed on his face, his eyes full of excitement.

As a plot-oriented person, Xinghuo had never felt such immersive excitement in any game before. He seemed more like a spectator.

But now, he feels like a creator of history, as if he is living in this world, and every slave laborer around him is so real and vivid.

"What's a gun?"

"All we have are hoes."

"Don't worry about it, you will know when the time comes."

Surrounded by the crowd, Xinghuo wiped the blood off the hoe and looked at the light coming in from outside the cave. He said in a soft voice that only he could hear:

"I'm just an ordinary plot fan."

"How did he suddenly become the leader of a rebellion?"

A few days later, an event known to the northern nobles as the "Valir Riot" occurred.

A slave worker killed their overseer, and then he incited thousands of slave workers in the Valier Mine to an unprecedented riot. They called themselves "Sparks" and killed nearly a hundred overseers sent by the earl, including an honorary baron.

Then, chased by the knights, this group of rebellious serfs fled into the mountains and became brutal bandits.

According to the Earl of the Principality of Carter, the leading serf was possessed by the devil and could gain strength by drinking human blood and eating human flesh. He was an evil force that must be eliminated. The nobles of the northern countries were actively assisting and were determined to eradicate this group of slaves bewitched by the devil.

"The devil's cult."

"A group of man-eating monsters."

"Hyenas on the loose."

These are all "honorary titles" given to them by the Principality of Carter.

You have to know that serfdom in the North is deeply rooted and has lasted for hundreds of years. It is almost engraved in everyone's bones.

Although there had been sporadic resistances in between, there had not been a serf uprising of this scale for decades. The emergence of this trend made the northern nobles extremely frightened, and they wanted to nip it in the bud at all costs.

But the northern nobles underestimated the severity of the situation. The 20,000 players were born in various northern countries. In addition to those who were recruited, there were also many troublemakers among them. The northern nobles did not have the military suppression like the Burning Kingdom, so large and small resistance organizations emerged like mushrooms after rain.

(End of this chapter)