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Alan and Sarah shuttle through the bustling streets of Oreston. Alan is draped in a loose-fitting coat, with the brim of his hat pulled down to cover most of his face, trying to avoid drawing attention as much as possible. His gaze sweeps over every part of the street, every brick and tile here, every building's splendor, all built by slaves like him with blood and sweat.
He is filled with pain and anger. The people on these streets, their laughter and comfort, are all built on the sacrifices of countless slaves like him. They enjoy these fruits, but have never thanked, or even fairly acknowledged, those who have built everything for them.
"All of this... we built it," Alan said softly to Sarah, his voice trembling slightly, "but they never recognized, never appreciated us. We are seen as tools, even less than tools."
Sarah listened silently, her eyes revealing deep sympathy and understanding. "Don't act impulsively! This is why we need to stand up, Alan. Not just for revenge, but for people like you. They need a voice, they need hope."
Alan nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress his anger and impulse. He knew Sara was right; they had to stay calm and not let emotions dictate their actions.
"I understand," Alan replied to Sara in a low voice, "but every time I see these, I can't help but want to take immediate action to change all this injustice and corruption."
Sara gently placed her hand on Alan's shoulder, giving him a reassuring look. "I'm sure there are many people who share the same thoughts as you, Alan. This society is corrupt and twisted, and there are surely many people eager to resist and bring about change. We just need to find them, organize, and we can become an undeniable force."
The two of them walked quickly, moving from the coastal area of Oreston towards the city gates. Sara asked Alan with some confusion, "So where exactly do you think is a suitable location for a base?" Alan replied in a low voice, "The mountainous area near Oreston, that's... where the slaves used to gather, and it's where I used to live." Alan's voice carried a hint of nostalgia, and his gaze drifted into the distance. Sara looked at him, sensing the depth hidden in his words. "Does it have enough concealment and defense capabilities?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of professional caution.
Alan nodded. "Yes, that place used to be our only refuge. The mountainous terrain is complex, easy to hide in, and difficult for outsiders to discover. Even if the apostles of Four Symbols wanted to find us, it wouldn't be that easy."
The two of them passed through the bustling city streets, with people passing by them from time to time, but no one noticed their presence. As they got closer to the city gate, the crowd gradually thinned out.
"Then let's start from there," Sarah said, her tone filled with determination.
"Yes, let's start from there," Alan repeated, his voice filled with a new sense of hope.
They quickly passed through the city gate and headed towards the mountains outside the suburbs of Oreston. That mountainous area used to be Alan's home, and now it will become their resistance stronghold, a new beginning. As they moved further away from the hustle and bustle of the city, Alan felt a long-lost peace, a hope-filled calm from deep within.
However, as the two ventured further into the burnt-out forest in the outskirts of the mountains, they encountered more and more traces of the forest being scorched. Alan and Sarah silently made their way through this desolate, burnt forest, surrounded by scenes of sorrow and despair. Charred trees, shattered weapon fragments, and the bodies of the slaves, each one revealing the tragic stories that had occurred on this land.
Sara's brows furrowed, her eyes shimmering with a profound emotion. It was not just pity for these innocent people, but also a strong anger towards this injustice. She did not speak, but her silence was filled with deep reflection and dissatisfaction with the current situation.
Alan's steps became heavier and heavier, each step seeming to tread on his own past and memories. Deep within his eyes flickered flames of anger, but more so, endless pain and compassion. Some of these cruelly treated slaves may have been acquaintances of his, and their deaths weighed heavily on Alan's soul.
"They are all innocent..." Alan muttered softly, his voice filled with pain, "They just want a fair life, but they have suffered such treatment..."
Under this heavy pressure, a strong determination surged in Alan's heart. He knew he had to seek justice for these innocent lives. He couldn't let this injustice continue to spread.
Alan and Sarah continued to move forward, crossing these tragic scenes. Along the way, deep in their hearts, they silently accumulated their understanding and determination of this war. They knew that this war was not just for revenge, but also for seeking justice and freedom.
Finally, Alan and Sarah walked through a desolate land and finally arrived at the ruins of a tent area. This place used to be full of life, but now only charred frames and scattered debris remained. The footprints on the ground crisscrossed, some deep and some shallow, proving that there had been intense battles here.
Alan stood on this scorched earth, his eyes revealing deep helplessness and pain. "This...," his voice was low, with a hint of choking, "this used to be my home."
Sara stood quietly beside him, her eyes filled with sympathy and understanding. She knew that for Alan, this was not just a ruin, but also a testament to his past life. These broken tents and charred land represented everything he once had, and the beautiful memories that were ruthlessly taken away.
"These tents used to be our shelter," Alan continued, his voice filled with sadness. "Here, we had laughter, tears, and hope. But now, everything is gone..."
He turned to face Sarah, determination shining in his eyes. "But I won't let it all disappear in vain. I will make those who took it all away pay the price. I will make the anger be heard."
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