Did the werewolves think they had earned it, and the Spartans had lost it?

Although it may seem inhumane, werewolf fur is actually a very useful material for armor.

Although this material is very inferior to steel armor, how many soldiers can equip steel armor? Not all cities are as rich and capable as Flame City.

The dead bodies of large numbers of werewolves are skinned and incinerated, and the furs are roughly processed and transported via the River of Life to the Flame City Transit Station, and then transported to other places through the Flame City.

The Spartans then used the profits from these furs to buy slaves and buy supplies, and in this way the strength of the principality of Sparta slowly but effectively increased

Unlike the hardships of the Duchy of Sparta and the werewolves, the fish-man prince Paul can be said to be very proud.

With armor against armor, blade against empty hand, under this oppressive preparation gap, the power of the fish-man Paul spread like a locust, if it were not for the problem of personnel loyalty, the power of the fish-man prince Paul would have exceeded the previous four times, and now the river controlled by Paul has crossed the royal capital of the kingdom of Mali and began to spread downward.

The constraints of loyalty put Paul's power at a standstill.

Paul, who is extremely bored, is wandering around the Flame City with his henchmen at the moment, and Paul, who loves the human world, feels that he has become more and more unable to understand the development of the Flame City, why is the human aristocrat mentioned by the teacher, why is there no noble lady who loves to hang a little white face here!!!! I am also very little white-faced!

But Paul didn't want to think about the way he was. How could you fall in love with him with human aesthetics!

What does it feel like for a person to be hungry for a few days without eating? It is a feeling that when you see rotten vegetable leaves, you can see a full banquet of the Han Dynasty.

And now the hedgerat feels like this, although he has eaten dozens of souls since leaning over this body, but that was a few days ago, during these four or five days, the people in the area where he lived walked in front of the army, and they never went out without four or five people, which made the hedgehog who wanted to hunt helpless.

Food satisfies his physical needs, but the needs of his soul are like cigarettes, making him restless.

When Paul passed a street corner, Paul saw a sloppy coolie squatting there constantly grabbing his hair that seemed to never be clean. Showers of snow fell from the messy hair.

This strange sight aroused a bit of cleanliness in Paul's heart. After eating at noon, he felt the urge to run out, and covered his mouth in disgust and walked away from the sloppy man, and Paul walked away from here with a few quick steps.

The hedgerat's distracted eyes gradually focused on Paul's group as they drifted away.

To say that the hedgerat has not been in vain these days, some taboos in Flame City have also been inquired about for a while. Among them, he also knows a lot about the fishmen. The residents of Flame City have a stupid assessment of the fishmen. Less heart-eyed.

The hedgerat couldn't imagine how these humans were stupid enough in his eyes, how the stupider creatures than them survived. And these things are so stupid, so it shouldn't be difficult to get them with your own wisdom.

When he thinks of it, he cheers for himself, which he thinks is one of his few virtues.

How much preparation does it take to ambush a person? The answer is very little, at least in the eyes of the hedgerat, ambush a fish-man, and besides, I have heard humans say that most of the fish-people's physical fitness is not as good as that of humans, and this is still the mer-man prince himself admitted.

After a few hours, the hedgerat figured out what was going to happen, then found a fish-man and followed him into a relatively remote alley.

Then the hedgerat activated its own ability, the ability to pull people into a fantasy world.

It's just that the hedgerats still haven't figured out one thing, it's an indisputable fact that the fish-people are weaker than humans, but this also depends on the comparison of which situations! Human civilians are naturally stronger than ordinary fish-man civilians, but are the fish-people who can go ashore ordinary people? The answer is no!

With all the wonders of Flame City and Paul's kind of big-mouthed propaganda, Paul's subordinates all know that this place is good! It's just that they come here to ask for gold coins, where do ordinary fishmen get their money, and those who have money are the best among fishmen.

Moreover, the fish people also regarded coming to Flame City to purchase as a face-saving thing, and they didn't dare to come here if they didn't have the ability.

So the hedgerat tragedy.

This is like a hero who has mastered skills facing an ordinary soldier whose attributes are several times higher than him, and the hero has great potential for development in the future, but at present, this small soldier with super high attributes is not worse than the hero at all, or even a few points stronger.

Illusion, control, confuse, and when the hedgerat was tired and out of breath, the fishman who had been tossed for a long time was powerful, and beat the hedger into a pig's head with a violent beating, and then threw him away.

The money in his pocket is almost gone, and there is no progress in his soul, and the hedger, who feels that it is not easy to live in Flame City, decides to leave here for the time being.

Leaving Flame City, the hedgerat looked back into the distance, and the huge rectangular Flame City looked like a huge and delicious cake in his eyes, but now he couldn't afford to eat it.

"I'll be back!" the hedgerat silently clenched his fists and turned to leave

Slashing horizontally and vertically, a big sword with a length of one meter and five and a weight of about forty or fifty catties was as light as a straw in Mo Xuan's hand, and the dancing majesty startled the guards on the side.

"Anyway, why are our adults so powerful, what is the role of our group of people!" said one of the guards depressedly.

The guards next to him also nodded in agreement, although they knew that their own master was not a pure magician, but this looked even more ferocious than a barbarian!

"You idiots!" Christian scolded unceremoniously.

"What do you mean, tell me!" The guards who were familiar with the two dragons of Christian and Damar these days did not care, and waited for Christian's reply with slanderous faces one by one.

Christian gathered the last few guards into a pile, and said cautiously: "What do you think! If our adults fall in love with a chick, do you want to do it yourself? Or what if no one is a bad guy when the hero saves the beauty!"

"Oh!" the group nodded in realization.

Hum, the sound of the sword trembling was heard in the air, and the next moment Christian's face changed dramatically and he left the place, and in Christian's original place, a large sword with cold light was nailed there, and it was already halfway into the ground.

"Just kidding! Lord, not rather!" Christian shrunk his head.

Mo Xuan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, he knew the strength of this guy Christian, and he was not worried that he couldn't avoid it, and said in a relaxed tone: "I'm joking too! That's right! I haven't brought much wine recently, your share is halved!"

This sentence was exchanged for a bitter face on Christian and a smiling Damar like a fox who stole a chicken. (To be continued......)