Seeing the group of three people leave the tent, Zhuang Buyuan couldn't help but sigh.

In the state, with the development of society, real poverty has been very rare, and has even been forgotten by the masses, but in the era of exile, this chaotic place, poverty, struggle, and pain, are innate and lingering.

Risking one's life for a few sugar cubes was unimaginable in Zhuang's previous concept.

But even the old boom thinks this kind of thing is normal.

"If you may starve to death at any time, your life is only worth the price of a meal, a piece of sugar cube can be exchanged for a day's rations, and you can live for two days if you save food, and he earns more than three yuan, which is worth it."

Zhuang didn't know far from this that life can be counted like this.

It turns out that the people of the exiled era, the farthest gaze, can only see whether the next meal will be full, and whether they will starve to death tomorrow.

Day after tomorrow? Future?

It's too extravagant, why think so much.

In the fantasy of Zhuang not far away, the people of the era of exile are all driving mechanical giant dogs, sailboats, carriages, and all kinds of transportation, wandering and exploring in the era of exile, and life has both joys and sorrows, the joy of discovery, and the fear of the unknown, just like what is written in the fantasy.

But in fact, in the era of exile, all kinds of vehicles are much rarer than on the earth, and people like Lao Bang, who can drive a mechanical giant dog through the universe, are probably local tyrants who can drive supercars through the city on Earth.

The vast majority of the people in the Age of Exile were unclothed and unclothed, struggling to survive in the desolate and broken ruins, or curled up in the utility room of the war dogs in shackles, crouching in the mezzanine of the ship's bottom less than a meter high.

This kind of realization had a great impact on Zhuang Buyuan's thoughts, and the era of exile was like a flattened earth, which had been stripped of complex and multi-dimensional identity, status, wealth, power, influence and other illusory things, and had become a hierarchical structure that was flat to a glance.

Simple to brutal.

Perhaps, this is the truth of the world, and we live in a false dream.

Zhuang Buyuan played with a candy cube, listened to the sound of the old clanging hammer, and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Zhuang Buyuan heard several vicious roars coming from outside the door.

"This is it, this is the place to sell those magical little cubes!"

"Hey, didn't you just come out of there!"

"Get out of those little cubes!"

"Do you dare to resist, do you want to eat knives?"

This loud roar was followed by a faint whisper of pleading.

"Hand it over, don't get dirty with Lao Tzu's knife!"

Zhuang frowned, lifted the curtain of the tent, and when he walked out of the tent, he saw four wanderers surrounding the three peasants, with a fierce and vicious expression.

There are also many wanderers that Zhuang saw not far away.

Wanderers tend to have large tattoos on their faces or bodies in conspicuous places, which were the hallmarks of wanderers during the Age of Exile.

Even if they have no tattoos on their faces and are covered with armor, the faces of the wanderers are completely different, and there is always a lingering ferocity and hideousness that Zhuang can tell by feeling alone.

It is said that fallen dragons are two-faced and mercenary, and they are by nature.

DNA sequencing was performed on the manor for the Fallen Dragonmen, and it was found that they had several key genes that had mutated, perhaps that was the gap between the selfishness of the Fallen Dragonmen and the tenacity and loyalty of the Six-Armed Dragonmen.

However, the Fallen Dragonmen still retain some of their "obedience to power" characteristics, so they can form a complex "Black Triangle Bandits", with a complex system, hierarchical structure, and command system.

It can also be used for Zhuang not far away, and for Zhuang not far away.

But the wanderers, whether they are supposed to be wise and meticulous, or the enthusiastic and unrestrained lamp-bearers, or the sincere and sincere three-eyed people, the innocent velvet people, all show the same ferocity, selfishness, and belligerence.

Perhaps, in the years since the war between the manor owners and the industrial party, these wanderers have evolved into a new race, or a new subspecies, in a harsh and complex environment, just as the fallen dragonmen are to the six-armed dragonmen.

Old Rumble told a joke in the manor.

"I'm telling you, I once met three bands of wanderers who came to rob me."

Before the old rumble finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

Only Zhuang Buyuan looked confused.

Then Lao Bang asked Zhuang not far away: "How many waves of wanderers are the most terrible?" ”

Zhuang was even more confused.

"I don't know, a dial!" The servants despised Zhuang not far away.

I don't know this, what kind of owner is it?

Wanderers are inherently unable to maintain large groups, no more than ten people per group, and have no sense of collective honor or belonging, let alone identity. If they encounter two groups of wanderers, they may fight first.

What if you encounter three dials?

You can wait for them to finish fighting and fight back.

It's simply a double click on 666.

No wonder the servants of the manor laughed so much, this kind of good thing can never be encountered once in a lifetime, it is simply the feeling of skipping the level to fight monsters and explode equipment to pick up people's heads.

According to the DND taxonomy, the wanderers probably belong to the chaos camp, the three-city and ten-town system, and belong to the order camp.

At this time, the four wanderers outside the tent obviously belonged to a small group.

They were covered with thick tattoos, and one of them, armed with a short knife, pointed at the peasant.

Another wanderer, with one foot in the face of the peasant leader, was pulling a small cloth bag out of his arms.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please leave us a piece, I still have children at home, and I am dying of hunger......"

"! Leave it to me! The wanderer jerked, and the snow-white sugar cube spilled all over the ground.

Seeing the sugar cubes scattered on the ground, several farmers hurriedly went to pick them.

The wanderers, too, rushed forward as if they had seen gold, and one of them, grabbing one of them, put it into his mouth, ignoring the dirt and grass clippings on it.

Then he reached out to another sugar cube, and saw a farmer reach out and grab the candy cube, and the knife in his hand chopped it out.

With a "poof", blood splattered, and the farmer clutched his almost broken wrist and screamed, and the blood stained the sugar cube red.

The wanderer didn't care, grabbed the blood-stained sugar cube and stuffed it into his mouth.

He straightened up, looked at the knife in his hand, and then looked at a few peasants, and suddenly became angry, and while sucking saliva, he waved the knife and slashed at several peasants: "Damn, you stained Lao Tzu's knife!" Lao Tzu cut you! ”

"Stop!" Zhuang Buyuan shouted and jumped out.

It's just a matter of grabbing a few sugar cubes, and you have to kill people for a few sugar cubes?

"You've simply disgraced the bandits!"