This is a very charismatic man. His upper body was naked, and underneath was a pair of poorly handmade leather shorts. Stand on your legs in a rather casual position, but your body is slightly tilted at an aesthetic angle. The muscles in the chest and arms are unusually strong, releasing a metallic, cold, hard sheen when illuminated by the light. His appearance is handsome, his hard lines are like sculptures carved out of stone, but his eyes are as clear as flowing water, and his black eyes are shining with an extremely mysterious and somewhat ridiculous gaze.

Meng Qi's pupils suddenly constricted unconsciously. The muscles on its body tensed instantly, and its mind went blank, but in just a few seconds, it produced an extremely strong fear, accompanied by extremely dangerous signals.

"You, who are you?"

Meng Qi, whose face changed drastically, subconsciously took a half step back, turned sideways, and put on a defensive posture that could attack at any time.

It is familiar with the village of Suan Kakama. Almost every villager here can be named. Meng Qi bought hundreds of natives here before and after, but he had never seen the young man in front of him.

His skin is smooth with a faint dull yellow hue, which contrasts with the almost black skin of the villagers of Suan Kakama.

His body was clean, free of the dirt that had accumulated over time and was difficult to scrub off.

He was strong, muscular, and extremely handsome, and had a pretty face that even a woman would feel jealous of, and could have been sold for a good price in the slave market. But it was clear that the villagers of Su'an Kakama Village had long been starved to death, and they were just humanoid skeletons, and it was impossible for anyone to be cultivated into such a shiny, slick and energetic appearance.

Su Hao did not explain Meng Qi's question, and directly asked his own question: "You are not a villager here?" Are you a merchant coming in from outside? ”

Meng Qi nodded instinctively. The two questions are different, but the answers are the same.

"Great."

Su Hao was still smiling: "This trip is really not in vain. You are my greatest harvest and the best trophy. ”

Harvest?

Booty?

These two words made Meng Qi feel very bad and dangerous. It instinctively wanted to dodge and retreat, but it was caught by Su Hao's left wrist and refused to relax at all.

Beads of sweat flowed down Meng Qi's forehead, and his pale face looked like a Japanese geisha with too much white powder. It struggled desperately, but its wrist was clenched tighter and tighter by Su Hao, so that the entire palm of his hand had turned blue and purple. It was as if it was not part of the body at all, but an inanimate piece of metal.

Several of the guards guarding the hut had sensed the change and ran towards the center of the house. They shouted loudly, wanting to rush up and grab Su Hao. Before the fingertips touched Su Hao's body, the two "worker bees" had already greeted him. Punch, hit the target, scream...... In just a few seconds, all the caravan guards who rushed over had been knocked upside down and flew out. Some of them hit the walls and blood splattered everywhere, while others were simply thrown out of the wooden house and rolled into the mud, unable to get up for half a day.

Meng Qi opened his mouth, but was speechless in shock.

No one knows the weight of these guards better than it. They are true warriors, far more powerful than the natives of Suan Kacama Village, and strong enough to fight against the Forceful Mutants. Otherwise, caravans would not have come to such dangerous places to buy and sell people. Profit is important, but spending money is fundamental.

Su Hao's voice began to become cold, sounding like a machine: "Let your people stay outside honestly, and don't act rashly." My strength is much stronger than you think. I don't want to kill people, so you'd better not force me to do that. ”

The meaning of the words was already very clear, Meng Qi only felt that his whole body was stiff, and his grabbed left hand was almost unconscious, and he couldn't even struggle. It didn't know how to answer Su Hao's words at all, so it could only nod mechanically.

The caravan had traveled to all the villages on this side of the mountain range, but it had never encountered the situation it had encountered today. It was clear that the three strangers did not belong to the village of Suan Kakama, nor did they belong to any of the surrounding villages. They are not indigenous, nor are they inhabitants of cities. They...... What exactly?

Suddenly, Meng Qi only felt that something in his mind that he had never thought of jumped out. It couldn't help but raise its head and looked at Su Hao with extremely frightened eyes, but its body shrank back again and again, completely forgetting that its left hand was still tightly held by the other party, so that it stumbled under its feet, and it was not easy to regain its balance.

The change was so shocking that the natives in the hut could only stare blankly, wondering what to do. They didn't know Su Hao, and these strangers were obviously helping themselves. They exuded an incomparably powerful momentum, making them want to kneel down and worship.

The old priest Salam Saaka was the first to come to his senses. It respectfully walked up to Su Hao and asked in a trembling tone that was not quite sure, but full of hope, "Stranger, you ...... Where are you from? Who are you? ”

Like Meng Qi, Salam Saaka had never seen a special race like Su Hao, who had yellow skin and black eyes. But they have extremely strong power. The caravan guards were already strong enough, but Su Hao's strength was obviously superior to them. Just by grabbing his wrist, Meng Qi couldn't move. And those guards were only punched, and they flew dozens of meters away, falling to the ground and gasping for breath.

Caravan escorts are stronger than mutants, and strangers are stronger than escorts. This comparison is as simple as one plus two plus three plus four. In the past hundred years, Salam Saaka has never seen or heard of such a powerful figure. This is of course because Su'an Kakama Village is isolated from the outside world, but in terms of strength, Su Hao has already shown to be fearsome and admirable.

"We are warriors who have come through the passage."

Su Hao's voice was unusually loud, enough for everyone in the wooden house to hear. He didn't want to hide his identity in the slightest, and he knew very well what it meant in the otherworldly realm.

The priest Salam Saaka had a crazy and great joy on his face, but it was so thin that it was creepy when a smile appeared on his face that was no different from a skeleton.

"Haha See? Did you see that? The Lord God exists, He really exists! ”

Salam Saaka stretched out his thin arms and waved them back and forth into the air, laughing in a hoarse voice: "The Lord God has sent messengers and warriors for us. You damned blasphemers, you sinners, you will be punished, and your retribution may come at any time! Haha ”

Salam Saaka had been laughing unscrupulously, Su Hao didn't stop it, just frowned, patiently waited for the old priest to regain consciousness, and then ordered in a gloomy tone: "Take all the people in the house out of the house, and come in when I call you." ”

The identity of the warrior, coupled with the current situation in Suan Kakama Village, made the priest Salam Saaka have no choice but to obey Su Hao's orders. He is a smart person, although he is somewhat skeptical of Su Hao's words, but at this time, it is the best way to end for himself.

Soon, the natives gathered in the wooden house had left, and only Su Hao and Meng Qi were left in the house.

Su Hao let go of Meng Qi's wrist, walked to the chair that originally belonged to Meng Qi in the middle of the room and sat down, looked at each other for a long time, and asked, "Are you a businessman?" ”

Meng Qi gently kneaded the bruises on his wrists and nodded with a gloomy face. Su Hao shot very hard, but he didn't blindly kill him. At least, he didn't wring his arm off the spot. This means that the other person feels that he is still useful.

Su Hao continued to ask: "What is this place?" ”

Meng Qi did not hide it: "This is the Central Mountain Range. As for the name of the village, I'm sure you've heard the old ghost of Salam Saaka say that it's Suan Kakama Village. ”

"I'm asking about this land, this planet. Well...... How to say that? I don't know, do you have a concept of a planet? Or, should it be this continent? ”

Su Hao pondered every word that came out of his mouth over and over again. His brow furrowed tighter and tighter. It's not because I'm annoyed, but I think it's really difficult for words and phrases to connect with reality. After all, he was completely unfamiliar with this world, and he didn't know how far the real technology of the Dao Dao had developed. Continents, Planets, Lands...... I hope the other party can understand one of these specious terms.

As Su Hao continued to change his sentences, the hatred and anger on Meng Qi's face gradually disappeared, and it was replaced by unprecedented solemnity.

Initially, it had always thought that Su Hao was a powerful helping hand invited by the old priest. It is even used to match the legends of the main gods and warriors to deceive the villagers. However, the words that came out of Su Hao's mouth made Meng Qi quickly dispel his previous thoughts.

Obviously, the man knew nothing about the land beneath his feet, or even where he was.

This may be my chance!

Thinking of this, Meng Qi took a deep breath and replied seriously: "This is Labanka. A world full of ignorance and power. ”

……

A very large land mass, surrounded by oceans. This is Labanka.

Meng Qi obviously does not have the concept of "planet" and "universe", but this does not affect his specific description of the world of Rabangka.

The Central Mountain Range is located at the core of the entire continent and occupies about one-fifth of the area. The altitude of the mountain range is not really high, but the terrain is rugged and undulating, with large drops, and there are inaccessible forests along the way.

The entire mountain range is infested with mutants, but they are not the only inhabitants here. On the outskirts of the mountains, in hilly terrain near the plains, thousands of villages, large and small, are surrounded. The large scale may have nearly 10,000 people, and the small ones can be as many as hundreds. All the villagers are indigenous, and they are firmly locked in the mountains by the forest and mutants, and they may never be able to come out or see the world outside.

Hundreds of kilometers of dense forests spread along the hills until they faded into the plains. There are rushing rivers and large areas of fertile land. There are hundreds of cities scattered across the continent, each belonging to seven different nations, each with its own supreme ruler.

The area where mutants operate is limited to the interior of the mountains. They never leave the forest, just as the natives refuse to leave their villages. The war between humans and mutants is fought only around villages on the edge of the mountains. The mutants continue to attack the village, and the natives are fighting for survival. No one knows how long this repeated war has lasted. But one thing is certain: mutants never attack cities outside the forest. Although there are far more human beings there than indigenous villages, the fighting capacity of the citizens is far weaker than that of the indigenous people.

According to the division standard on the earth, the civilian strength of the Rabangka continent is only equivalent to the level of a third-order enhancer. The strong planetary gravity restricts their ability to move, and of course, they can also continuously improve their existing physical fitness through combat, sports, exercise, etc. This was the case with the guards of the Meng Qi caravan. All of them were elite soldiers in the army, and if Meng Qi hadn't paid a lot of money to hire them, I'm afraid no one would want to follow them to a goddamn place like Suan Kakama Village.

The slave trade was a very lucrative business. Indigenous people do not have any channels of communication with the outside world. Only caravans with strong force will enter the mountains to exchange with them. In the eyes of the natives, three hundred kilograms of sock tubers is indeed a large number. But in the outside world, it is just feed for pigs.

This is not a joke or a myth. Although the comprehensive strength of the civilians outside the mountains is inferior to that of the natives, the agricultural technology and civilization are extremely developed. No one thinks of it as a staple food, and tock corn is just a whole grain or an occasional specialty. The staple food of civilians is rice and wheat varieties similar to those of the earth. According to Meng Qi's description, things like steamed buns and rice are common in plain cities. Su Hao also secretly suspected that these crops were probably the same as the species on earth, but because of different environments and gravity, they were somewhat different in appearance.

Where there are kings, there are naturally nobles. In upper-class circles, indigenous slaves were an extremely popular commodity. They were born with a fifth-order strengthened physique, but due to perennial hunger and disease, they were unable to break through. The civilization world outside the mountain just fills the shortcomings of the natives. It only takes a few months of conditioning to fill the army or noble guards, and you will soon be able to increase your strength through combat and reach the level of the "slave" stage.

The sock tuber is only a unit of trade for the natives. In the outside world, precious metals such as gold and silver are still used as currency. Their unit of measurement is "shell". Under normal circumstances, one silver shell can buy a hundred kilograms of sock tubers. And in the slave market, even the thinnest natives could be exchanged for five gold shells.

The indigenous people are very persistent in their beliefs. Each village has a pyramid of equal size. They worship the pyramids as the creations of the main gods, believing that warriors will appear in the passages and completely change the fate of this world and even themselves.

Deception and the capture of natives by means of war are undesirable and stupid methods. These savages are simple-minded, but they value commitment. The only way to gain their trust is to help. The exchange of food for people is also seen as a form of help by the indigenous people. They simply couldn't imagine the huge production of Sok tubers in the plains of the Outer Mountains, and they could only use the current situation of mutants entrenched around the village and extremely narrow land for farming. In contrast, 300 kilograms of sock is, of course, a huge fortune. Each of the exiled natives swore an oath of absolute obedience to their slave owners. This situation would not change even if it was taken to the slave market for trading. The indigenous belief in the Lord God is almost engraved in the mind. Only those slaves who were taken away from the village from childhood, served their masters, and lived in the outside world for tens or hundreds of years, will gradually dilute their beliefs that are polluted by reality.

The Central Mountain Range was huge, and even a merchant like Meng Qi, who was born with adventurous blood, had only explored a small part of the neighboring area. On the map it pulled, the village of Suan Kakama was the farthest indigenous stronghold in this direction. Due to the difficulty of going back and forth, and the constant attacks of mutants on the way, the caravan could not go far, and was content to bring back the profits generated by the dozens of natives each time. Naturally, Meng Qi has not discovered the village of Molizaka so far. Although it is only a few days away from the village of Suan Kakama.

The indigenous world is very closed. Only large tribes with a population of more than 1,000 will be able to search and use resources in the surrounding area. Under normal circumstances, Meng Qi's business is very little, or even not involved in large villages at all. More people means trouble, and the natives who can be exchanged for 300 kilograms of sok often need more food to complete the transaction. The natives are not good people with morals, and murder and robbery often happen. Although the caravan guards were all powerful "slaves", they could not withstand the repeated onslaught of as many as a thousand fifth-order enhancers. In contrast, it is the small-scale village of Suan Kakama that is the safest.

There are also some powerful nobles who form slave hunting teams, wanting to conquer large tribes by force and make a lot of money at a time. The outcome of such wars has always outweighed the losses. Most of the soldiers of various countries are only fourth-order physiques, and although they have advanced weapons such as bows and crossbows, they are far from being the opponents of the natives. Even when villages were breached, the captured natives refused to obey orders. They either go on a hunger strike to death, or they are ready to flee when they are unprepared, or they simply bite off the buyer's neck the moment they loosen the rope after the two parties have completed the deal...... These things are common in the continent of Rabangka, and as soon as there are many incidents, people will reject the natives captured in battle. Especially in the slave market, such natives are called "shengban", and only the natives who are willing to leave with the caravan and obey orders are the "shuban" that can be used for trading. of nobles formed a slave hunting team, wanting to conquer large tribes by force and make a lot of money at a time. The outcome of such wars has always outweighed the losses. Most of the soldiers of various countries are only fourth-order physiques, and although they have advanced weapons such as bows and crossbows, they are far from being the opponents of the natives. Even when villages were breached, the captured natives refused to obey orders. They either go on a hunger strike to death, or they are ready to flee when they are unprepared, or they simply bite off the buyer's neck the moment they loosen the rope after the two parties have completed the deal...... These things are common in the continent of Rabangka, and as soon as there are many incidents, people will reject the natives captured in battle. Especially in the slave market, such natives are called "shengban", and only the natives who are willing to leave with the caravan and obey orders are the "shuban" that can be used for trading.