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"Hurry up! Move faster!"

The orc holding a whip hit the orc in the distance, and the whip fell, leaving a bright red mark on his body.

"Don't let me see you guys slacking off!"

This is Olivier's territory, one of Scandinavia's four major mining areas, the Beishan Mining Area.

The miners wielded their pickaxes, causing gravel to fly everywhere. Bits of waste rock were chiseled away, revealing the translucent, fluorescent ore inside.

This mineral, also known as green fluorite, emits a faint green light at night and its mineral resources are extremely abundant.

Therefore, this stone was widely used in building magnificent palaces.

The shadow of green fluorescent stone can be seen in many magnificent palaces in the three main cities.

The young and strong ones used pickaxes to chisel the waste rocks, while the older ones were responsible for carrying the stones and delivering them to specific places.

With guards and supervisors, everything seemed in good order.

Under the scorching sun, an old man was walking outside carrying a green fluorescent stone that was twice as big as his body.

Drops of sweat fell one after another, hitting his feet covered with blood calluses. He was not wearing shoes, and the sharp minerals left marks on his feet, which healed quickly.

Before the old wounds healed, new wounds appeared, forming thick blood calluses layer by layer.

The thin chain of the backpack left two deep marks on his shoulders. In order to relieve the pain caused by the thin chain pressing on his shoulders, he could only hold the chain tightly with his hands.

Heavy breathing accompanied by slight coughs, all suppressed finally reached a peak, like new firewood added just when it was about to go out, it suddenly ignited in the spreading silence.

A loud cough came out, deafening him. He covered his mouth with his hands, and blood flowed out from between his fingers.

"Old man! Don't think you can get away with it just by coughing a few times!"

The guarding orc noticed the source of the team's stagnation, and swung a whip, hitting the old man's blood-stained legs.

Another orc guard also came over with a look of contempt and disgust on his face.

"It looks like this old guy is dying. It's a waste to keep him around. Let's take care of him in a couple of days! It's annoying just to watch him!"

The old man wanted to retort, but the dryness in his throat prevented him from uttering words of begging for mercy. He could only kneel down and kowtow to the two guards and beg for mercy.

The young boy following the team dropped his backpack and rushed forward. He was an orc who had just reached adulthood and had limited strength, so he was also assigned to the elderly team and was responsible for carrying the ore.

Like most people here, the boy was covered in dust and dirt, and it was impossible to tell what his original appearance was.

"Please, my two lords, let my grandpa go! My grandpa still has strength, he is just a little tired and took a break! I can help him carry his share, I won't rest at night, I can do the share for both of us!"

The young man knelt down and hit his head hard on the ground, causing his head to be broken and bleeding.

"Please, let my grandpa go!" His voice gradually choked with tears and he kept uttering words of begging for mercy.

However, the boy's behavior not only failed to attract the guards' sympathy, but the mockery in their eyes became even stronger.

"Oh, he's a filial son! What do you think?" The first guard nudged the orc next to him with his elbow.

Coming to Beishan to guard these orcs who are mining is tiring, boring and extremely stressful.

The guards had nothing to do and would always look for trouble to mess with the prisoners.

"Since you are so filial, let's do this." He lifted his foot, "We have been busy all day, you see our feet are all dusty, if you are willing to help us lick them clean, we will let the old guy live a few more days."

The boy agreed without hesitation, without even looking at how dirty the two people's feet were, and decisively agreed.

"I'll lick it, I'll lick it! Please let my grandpa go!"

He crawled closer, as if he was afraid that the two would go back on their word.

The orcs around were already accustomed to such behavior, and they all walked forward with their heads down and their backs hunched.

When he got close to the smelly and dirty feet, he glanced at the old man behind him, suppressed the feeling of nausea, and stuck out his tongue.

"Hahaha! He actually licked it when he was asked to! What a bunch of spineless bastards!"

"Yeah, what a bunch of rubbish!"

Clear tears slid down the boy's cheeks, across the dirt on his face. He felt a nausea in his throat, but he swallowed it back.

The old man kneeling in the distance couldn't bear to see this scene, he slammed his forehead to the ground, trying his best to hold back his tears.

He is just a burden. Without him, his grandson would not have to go through all this.

"Via." A dry voice came from the old man's throat, rough and harsh, like the sound of sand rubbing against each other.

The old man raised his head, as if he had made some decision, and slowly raised his hand and patted his forehead.

That palm strike used up the last of his strength. He knelt on the ground, looking at the boy with his cracked lips.

The young man turned around and saw the old man committing suicide. He no longer cared about the two guards in front of him and stood up and hugged the old man.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Why! Why do you have to do this!"

The guard sighed and said, "The old man really doesn't know what's good for him. He could have survived, but he still did this."

Another guard swung his whip and hit the orcs who were watching the fun on the side, "What are you looking at? How dare you be lazy and watch the fun! Get moving!"

Another whip hit the boy.

"What are you crying about? Go back and carry my things for me!" The guard kicked the young man and forcibly separated him from the old man's body.

Glancing at the corpse on the ground, the two guards were visibly annoyed.

"It's so annoying to deal with this kind of stuff. If you want to die, you don't know how to die far away!"

Whoever dies within the supervision area will be responsible for handling the matter. For fear that the people of the filthy-blooded race will collude and escape, the outsiders will handle the matter personally.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

The boy tried to rush over and hug the old man again, but was kicked away by the guard.

"Get lost! You don't understand what I'm saying, do you? If you keep doing this, you'll have to go and keep that old guy company!"

A kind-hearted orc grabbed the boy's arm, shook his head at him, and signaled him not to come forward.

A surge of anger and hatred rose up in his heart, but he had no strength to resist. He knew that even if he tried his best, he could not do anything to them.

The boy clenched his fists, picked up the scattered ore on the ground, and put it back on his back.

He was suppressing the pain in his heart. People around him sympathized with his situation, but they could only look at him with sympathy and could not even stop to offer a few words of comfort.

The guard picked up the old man's body with disgust and walked out of the mining area.