Theoretically, the Atlas in Cybertron's illusion should be an empire, and it would be better to have a kingdom than not. It's better to have an emperor like the Celestial Empire. There were many almost perfect administrative institutions, the army was under the control of the state, and the big merchants traded all over the country and established a perfect banking system. It's even more perfect, if there are more than n large mercenary guilds all over the country. Hand over a crystal card yourself, and you can use it as a bank card. It's also nice to have that kind of premium VIP card with unlimited gold coins that completely distorts the trading economy.

Reality ruthlessly knocked Cybertron to the ground, and stepped on 10,000 feet so that he could never turn over.

As a result, Cybertron came to such a "large" city of 30,000 people, and found that there was a bullshit empire in this world, and there was not even a kingdom! At least there were n self-proclaimed kings on this acre and three points of land. Compared to the king who is like the secretary of the county party committee of a third-class small county, Cybertan's ears are full of what [family] and [guild] are. The edict of the lord of the city basically cannot go out of the city wall, and in most cases it has no legal effect within other people's families. Moreover, there is no better administrative body, and I heard that lawsuits rely on bribery, and whoever gives more money will win, let alone talk about the law. One poor and two white, nothing.

It was only when Cybertron heard that the whole warlord was divided! The major families in the city were divided, the military guilds of the major families outside the city were divided, the city lords and the kings were fighting against each other, the kings were fighting against the nobles, and the nobles were fighting against the city lords. Today I went out and was stabbed three times by you, and tomorrow I will take the whole family to cut you with a five-plate axe -- basically such a terrible day.

Order in a chaotic world is the military guild.

Theoretically, military guilds were parasitic on commercial guilds, after all, only by earning money could they feed the army, and by feeding the army, they could pay taxes and defend their land.

For example, Cybertron's current free food stamps plus shelters, the Francis family is a real big businessman - I say it is still the most profitable textile industry - it is said that in the past two years there have been more than 200 textile factories of the major families, producing 70,000 or 80,000 woolen wool per year. Approximately 1,200,000 gold trantas. Of this 1.2 million, at least half of it must be used to raise soldiers, and this is only the textile industry (which is of course the most profitable).

This is also why mercenaries like Cybertron are so popular, eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, and smoking, and having rich spare money to support their families -- because the whole country is making money like crazy, making money to raise the army, raising the army to pk abroad, plundering more means of production, and then making money -- the whole cycle is in a loop.

- As a result, Cybertron immediately had a new mission. To put it simply, it is to bully men and women.

Thirty-six kilometres southeast of the city, there was the land of the Francis family, a pasture for sheep, that is, a herd of sheepherds. But don't underestimate these shepherds, the golden coins come from here. The so-called taking people's money is like killing their parents, destroying this ranch, and the result is of course very bad.

The ravages are said to be a pack of wild gnolls, which in Cybertron's opinion are experience points for movement. But...... It's a little troublesome, because these things are rubbish, and you say that if you meet a minotaur tribe, you don't necessarily have to meet a gnolloid. Because these gnolls first hold grudges, and secondly, they often harass them, and the guerrilla warfare is quite a bit of a true feeling, which is called a painful one! I will retreat when the enemy advances, and I will chase after the enemy when he retreats. If you can beat it, the whole family will be in waves, and if you can't beat it, you will turn around and run. If I can't do it, I'll just howl wolf outside for a night, so you can't sleep.

The local herdsmen were miserable, and the fighting power of the gnolls was not too weak, so they begged the lord to send elite soldiers to solve the problem. If there are more people, the gnolls will run away again, and if there are fewer people, the fundamental problem will not be solved, and it is best to be a natural hunter, the kind that can chase the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the jackals.

Take a look and see, is there a more suitable person besides Cybertron? In addition, this guy heard that there were only about fifty jackals, so he immediately patted his chest and said that he was enough for one.

When I arrived at the place, I found that my cow 13 had blown out, and it was really going to be returned.

Smelling the dead leaves in the forest, he was already a few miles away from the pasture. Cybertron slid along a winding, overgrown path, his feet in cloth shoes treading gently through the soft dirt, trying to be as quiet as possible. Behind his back, he still carried two handfuls of more than 400 pounds of food on his back, heavy but did not make the slightest sound, as if fixed on his back. Hunched over, trying not to touch the dead leaves of the forest—breathe deeply, exhale quietly, like the most graceful and ferocious beast in the shadows.

Suddenly, he seemed to have noticed something—footprints, and the foul smell of wild beasts. As with the previous hunting, a playful smile was revealed, from the smile that the hunter had exploded in the palm of his hand when he found his prey. Following the temperature and footprints, he found some traces of a fight, which couldn't help but make him frown slightly.

"Have a peer?" is the idea that came to mind for a moment, I am not afraid of heaven and earth, I am afraid that at this time, someone will grab someone's head with you, mend the knife, and then black equipment and black progress. So it's still the same sentence!

Cybertron is not here for anything else, but to be able to reduce competition among people in the same industry in the same city and speak for itself. This mission was something he had to accept, because he had just arrived in the city, and it didn't seem appropriate to listen to the tune at first. So I plan to quickly complete the task and quickly hide.

The terrible fiancée and mom in the back......

Cybertron, who was not afraid of the hordes of gnolls, remembered his mother and his fiancée. These two big problems made him instantly shed a cold sweat.

"No, this must be done right away!" Cybertron muttered, groping his feet forward. Finally, after sneaking for miles, he spotted a small tribe of gnolls. Many gnolls were in groups in the three districts and did not know what they were eating, and it seemed that some of them were stolen sheep, because the wool on the ground and the uneaten sheep's heads were nearby. A few of them were kept in captivity. Some of them are ...... Mankind.

You see, there are scraps of clothes all over the ground and the heads of people who have not eaten cleanly. A few of them were kept in captivity. You will find that the sheep are very heartless and grazed, and the humans in the same wooden cage are like dead ashes, like mourning. It looks like this should be a medium to large tribe of gnolls, Cybertron has sharp eyes, and he has also spotted a few female gnolls taking care of their children-

The time has come to destroy the temple.

The gnolls have never been seen around the Bourkesos, as they were wiped out before they could appear. Generally not high IQ, but it is indeed bipedal. According to Cybertron's concept in his previous life, almost all of this high-martial and high-demon plane are youkai! Rao is so, like ordinary jackals, the leader of the gnoll people has a decent brain. And each of the gnolls is proficient in reconnaissance and has a strong sense of race.

Unfortunately, Cybertron is a more perverted race, and the Bourkeso are naturally perfect hunters.

With an audible "Click!", Cybertron sneaked up behind a sentry gnolll and crushed his neck. The latter didn't even scream and fell to the ground and died on the spot. In this way, he easily killed all six gnolls who were on guard, and Cybertron also counted the number of gnolls: not counting his own killings, there were fifty-two in total.

This is no longer the hunter's scheming, and not letting go of any of them is the scheming of killing!

After confirming who the leader of the gnoll tribe is (who eats the best, grows the fattest, and is slapped by everyone...... Huh?), Cybertron scurried out of the woods without hesitation. So far, there has not been a single jackal who is a beast to find any trace of Cybertron, a human who is more beastly than a beast.

The sudden blow made all the gnolls not understand what was going on, and they saw that Cybertron still easily and heroically leaped more than forty meters away according to these two two-handed giant swords! This distance is not at all imaginable by ordinary humans, of course, even barbarians have to accumulate strength to complete such a heroic leap for a long time. Before the gnoll leader could react, Cybertron had already kicked him in front of him. The loud roar of the ground meant that the opponent's sternum was crushed alive, trampled through! Immediately after that, the two-handed sword slammed into the ground with such force that the fire-roasted dry earth shook violently, and the thunderous blow knocked down the four unknown gnolls around him. Then another whirlwind slash, the two two-handed giant swords danced like a whirlwind, this is the most priority martial art that Cybertron has practiced for more than ten years. It is already very rare for an ordinary barbarian to be able to spin an eight-meter whirlwind slash, but a berserker like Cybertron who specializes in whirlwind slashing is even better, and the mysterious sword aura instantly cut off the four gnolls within more than ten meters around him. As soon as the tiger entered the flock, the hastily organized gnolls had no ability to resist, and Cybertron's bloodthirsty attacks easily harvested all enemies, striking like a wind, and sometimes directly slashing the head of the beast.

Within a few moments, more than twenty gnolls had died at Cybertron's feet. Soon, the gnolls had lost the will to fight, and several gnolls began to flee. A frightened roar came out of his throat, and he turned around and ran.

Cybertron, of course, couldn't let the gang go, so he grabbed a small hammer that had fallen to the ground and threw it at a jackal thirty meters away, who was smashed in the head and his brain burst in the face of the fleeing gnolls around him. It's a pity that even someone like Cybertron can't chase down the fleeing gnolls. In the end, he had to do it ruthlessly, and let a total of nine gnolls go.

But this is easy to do, because the nine escaped gnolls are all male, considering that jackals can't breed with the same sex even if they are based, so it's not a big deal.

Cybertron also kills the gnolls in order, and he has participated in hunts in the tribe many times to let him know. Kill the enemy boss as soon as possible, then kill the strong labor directly, weakening the enemy's vitality and lowering the enemy's morale. As for the women and children who run the slowest - you see, how affectionate these female gnolls are, not to mention the slow running in order to protect the little gnolls, and some of them can't run at all.

So the old and the young were killed by Cybertron together.

"Aha!—now I said sincerely: "This battle lasted less than five minutes in total, maybe longer, but it wasn't very long, it was a surprise attack after all. Cybertron wiped a handful of blood from his face, and his handsome face exuded a strange look: "Immortal King, smile at me!"

The next thing Cybertron wanted to do was cut off all the heads of the gnolls.

"Save ...... Help ......"

A faint cry for help came from the wooden cage beside him, and Cybertron looked back and was not very happy. There are also survivors, although it is also expected, after all, I heard that the jackals have the habit of keeping animals in captivity, and the high-end food that people obviously belong to them, of course, should be left for the leaders to eat. Ordinary jackals go to eat sheep, and leaders are qualified and capable of eating people. Even if the leader can't eat it, ordinary gnolls are not allowed to eat it when they are hungry......!

It is said that as long as you save people, you can save a prince, a grandson or a peerless beauty or something, how come there is nothing in your hands......? Humanoids are humans...... Is it?

The dirt all over his body is dying, and he vaguely feels like a child when he hears the voice, at least about the same age as he is now. The body is also very small, but there is mud hanging from the top and bottom of the body, and it seems that he has suffered a lot. His voice is also hoarse, and his appearance is also very sloppy......

It is said that beautiful girls are so beautiful that their hairstyles are not messy in a level 10 typhoon, and they never need to go to the toilet. Therefore, the child in front of him, who smells bad, although he can't see his appearance, is definitely not a beautiful girl!

"Open the cage and let me out—"

The second sentence doesn't look like human words, this tone is not like a begging, but a command.