"Damn, I don't drink much, and I'm hallucinating when I drink so little!"

Saying that, Hannibal shook his head twice, picked up the juice on his waist and took a sip, and instantly became much more sober.

"I am the "Artificial Alchemy War Lifeform" of the Millennium Empire After awakening, I can produce a goblin or halfling every day, they have no soul, no language ability, only a simple cerebellum, goblins can be proficient in basic fighting and muskets, and halflings can cook and make wine and make jewelry!"

The half-cut stake was afraid of being burned, and he worked hard to explain his advantages and roles.

"It still doesn't seem to be useful! Burn it! Talking stakes, weird and scary!"

So saying, Hannibal raised the stake again、、、、、

"Don't burn me, don't burn me, I can level up, I can level up!" the baby's face on the stake screamed.

"After upgrading, I have a lot of functions! I can also produce more and more powerful combat races! I need to devour the brain cells of intelligent creatures to upgrade, and the production unit also needs to eat, strictly speaking, I can eat everything, minerals, animals and plants!"

"Then can you eat some iron ore and pull out a few sets of plate armor for me?"

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"This can't be done, burned! burned!"

"Next door to Malay, are you finished?" this time the stake was also angry, and a distorted baby face yelled at Hannibal.

Hannibal smiled with satisfaction that his prank had succeeded, and put down the stake in his hand: "If I don't force you, will you hide it for me?"

Marcus, who was on the sidelines, saw from the beginning that Hannibal would not really burn the stake, so he kept watching from the sidelines.

Marcus: "What race is the halfling?"

Stake: "A race that is worse than goblins and has long been extinct." He is only about one meter and one or two tall, very greedy and lazy, but the ingenious craftsmen can make jewelry, and the jewelry they produce will make all the nobles and women of the royal family in the mainland go crazy!"

"Well、、、 you can use it to revive your economy, after all, it costs a lot of money to fight a war and train an army!"

Hannibal thought for three seconds!

"It's useless! It's burned!

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Eventually, the baby's face on the stake bit Hannibal's palm, gulped Hannibal's blood, and turned over into a barbarian boy who looked seven points similar to Hannibal, with skin as rough as Hannibal's, but very pleasant, a pair of big eyes that were extraordinarily bright, revealing a sense of wit, and hair that was unusually thick like a young girl, one by one, automatically tied up, hanging down behind his head. From the outside, this little boy is only about three or four years old, and those who don't know will definitely think that it is Hannibal's younger brother or son. The two little cheeks, bare, were dancing with their feet and teeth and claws, and they asked Hannibal for clothes to wear.

Hannibal looked angry: "What kind of clothes do you wear, I chased rabbits on the grassland every day bare-chested when I was your age! Besides, when a man was a child, he had a bare buttocks, exposing the stick underneath, and he was beaten in the wind and rain every day, plus he rubbed his thighs when he walked, he matured quickly, and when he grew up、、、, did he understand that it lasted?"

"It's important to be long-lasting, to understand or not!"

Hannibal said but still bent down, untied his animal skin cloak, drew his sword from his waist, and with a wave of his hand, cut off a piece of animal skin the size of a palm, and put it on the crotch of "Little Hannibal".

"That's it!"

"Guys, just cover the important parts!"

"Little Hannibal" crossed his waist and tilted his head and stretched out his index finger to point at Hannibal's nostrils and milky milk (milky milk): "Hey! The young master has lived for nearly 800 years, and I have never seen you pick the door like this! No! You can at least get two more leather bands for the young master, and I can make a thong!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands like a fly, gathered around him, and couldn't help but observe various parts of his body with a magnifying glass.

"One more thing! I smell demonic sulfur in your blood, are you sure you're a human!?"

"I remember that eight hundred years ago, there was no human dressed human in the Dream Relic Continent, at least not by our empire, and I don't have any information about your race!"

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"Little Hannibal" was muttering to himself, unaware of it, and Marcus behind him was still quietly pulling out the scalpel from his waist、、、、

"Village chief, you stinky and shameless! I drank half of my wine and ran away、、、、

When Marcus was about to go under the knife, Jobs appeared, looking drunk.

Jobs looked at Hannibal's face, then at the face of "Little Hannibal" on the ground who was bare-chested and cursing on the street, and then at Marcus, who looked excited.

"it! Village chief, you're too ruthless, it's only been a while, and you're going to be a child! Little pony, you're even more ruthless, I didn't expect you to have a child!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hannibal's other cowhide boot flew over.

"Lord Wang!"

"Lord 、、、"

Stewart's voice came from far and near.

Stewart appeared behind Jobs's body panting with three guards, and Stewart tried to poke his head out from behind Jobs to say something, but Jobs was too wide and too big, and finally simply pushed Jobs away.

"The Carthaginians have sent a messenger!"

Hannibal frowned: "Carthaginians, that Carthaginian rebel to the south!?"

Stewart: "Yes! We're almost next to them after we take over the territory of the Anglos we've just rescued!"

"Stand up straight for me, set up the pomp for me, if anyone loses face to my village chief for a while, my little Qiao slapped him out of his shit bag!"

"Tell me about you!"

"Don't laugh!"

Hannibal sat firmly in the center, and there were two rows of Anglo warriors and barbarians on the left and right, all of whom were fully equipped for martial arts, and at first glance they were really bluffing、、、 the Anglo warriors all carried muskets and giant axes on their backs, and were dressed in leather armor, and the barbarians were all wearing blood-colored heavy armor (captured), carrying scimitars at their waists, standing in a neat row, and holding helmets with one hand.

Three Carthaginians dressed in the leather armor of the barbarians of the wasteland, walking slowly in the shape of a zigzag, one in front of them had long brown hair, and the whole was tied into a thick twist hanging down the spine, and his face was much more delicate than that of the two behind him, he was a beautiful man! Under the sword-like gaze of the Anglo warriors and barbarians who had experienced blood and fire on both sides, he was calm and relaxed, and his gestures were free and confident. With a smile and looking at the people on both sides, it can be said that they are neither humble nor arrogant、、、、、

On the other hand, the two entourages behind him, fine beads of sweat covered their foreheads, one holding a wide scroll, the other holding a small wooden box, only the forehead position was exposed, the head drooped like an ostrich, the footsteps were scattered, and if you look closely, you will find that your thighs are trembling!

"It's a ruthless 、、!"

Hannibal flattened his mouth and pointed to a messenger to Marcus.

Marcus was studying a small piece of skin cut from Little Hannibal's body in his hand, and nodded distractedly.

"My lord, I greet you on behalf of our lord, Goebbels!"

"And brought his message!"

The Carthaginian messenger, who was at the forefront, bowed deeply to Hannibal and said in a loud voice.

Hannibal rubbed his hands: "What message?"

The messenger chanted like a poem: "Blood-and-earth!"

Hannibal squinted: "Blood and territory!"

"Are you lords going to war with me??"

Bang!

Xiao Qiao smashed the low table in front of him with a punch, smashed it all over the world, and spit Xingzi flew out two meters away and roared: "The one next door to Ma is castrated for me! Castrated! Castrated! The foreskin is made into "skin jelly"!"

As soon as Little Joe's words fell, a vote of Anglo warriors and barbarians rushed up like ants defending breadcrumbs, and they were about to rip off their pants when they saw that they were knocked down、、、、、

"Commander, do you always look at this pot?"

An Anglo warrior held a stone pot the size of a basin and showed it to Jobs with a flattering face.

"It's too big! Are you stupid? Firewood and coal don't cost money, don't you? This stewed big ** is almost the same! Go and change to a small one!"

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"Misunderstanding!

"The message of our lord means to form a blood alliance with you and open up the territory together, mainly to deal with the orcs together!"

"Misunderstanding!

The messenger in the lead, whose breath of neither humility nor arrogance had been broken in a second, was pressed to the ground by seven or eight Anglo warriors and barbarians, and his face was covered with dust, and the green tendons on his neck swelled, apparently from the struggle, and his face flushed with the cries of exertion.

Especially when I felt my leather pants being ripped open roughly, and heard a few rough lewd laughs, I almost used the strength to breastfeed.

Finally, in his lower body, he clearly felt a cold and small object approaching, and he was a fighting nation, and he could immediately judge that it was a boning scimitar based on the touch, which was used to dismantle the fresh meat on the lamb chops、、、、、

The ground in front of his hands was thrown into a small pit the size of two human heads、、、

"Hehe, let's talk earlier, we barbarians are not those vassal and elegant elves who like to sing sensual love poems, nor are we Western sissies who like to pretend, you say, why do you say you have nothing to do to play that poetry and songs? ”

Hannibal said with a smile on his face, and affectionately put his arm around the shoulder of the leading messenger, and handed him a large bowl of mare's milk wine.

Jobs sat on his knees on the ground, his arms outstretched, tied up with flowers, his upper body naked, Stewart held a leather whip in his hand, and whipped it on Jobs's dark back.