Five hundred miles away from the exit of the tunnel, in a small basin in a village of more than 1,000 people.

Mateo Colonna walked proudly along the roads inside the village with a large cross on his head, and ten of his own soldiers with the word "soldier" on his head, plus thirty slaves.

Don't look at him as a ten-leggon, but he is now the real ruler of this village of more than 1,100 people.

The entire village, with the exception of the ten soldiers behind him, was all slaves.

It can be said that in addition to the more than 100 slaves personally selected by the ten soldiers for themselves, the remaining 1,000 people are all his slaves, and he is allowed to do whatever he wants, which is even more awesome than the original lord.

After all, the lord can't do anything to the yeoman peasants and freedmen in his realm for no reason.

And in this small village where he ruled, his command was heaven, who should die? The other party will definitely not survive the next day.

He was actually a native of the West, and he was originally a farmer slave of a lord who was not well fed and clothed, commonly known as a serf.

From the moment he can remember, he has been driven by the lord's butler as a cow and horse, trampled on his head, whipped up, and even performed one absurd joke after another as a clown for the lord's son.

His father was a serf, and his mother was also a serf, and his ancestors did not know how many generations of serfs they were.

When he was five years old, his father collapsed in a field and never woke up.

At that time, he didn't know how to be sad and didn't cry.

When he was ten years old, his mother was forcibly dragged into a room by the lord's butler, and he heard only a scream, and never saw his mother again.

At that time he was sensible and cried miserably.

But the next day, when facing the lord's butler, he still had to kneel on the ground as a cow and horse and kiss each other's dirty boots.

Because he knew that as long as there was the slightest hint of hatred in his eyes, he would not live more than a quarter of an hour.

With hatred, he grew up.

The opportunity has also come.

He was drafted into battle as cannon fodder to confront a terrifying being known as the Dragons.

The lord was defeated, he was captured for losing his weapon, and was subsequently assigned as a slave to a human warrior.

Then he followed the human warrior into battle.

He followed the human warrior into his lord's castle and took revenge by slashing the lord with a weapon to death.

At that moment, he felt himself awakened.

At the same time, he also became a soldier, a real man.

He still remembers the scene at that time, after hacking the butler to death, he fell to his knees and cried like a child.

Blood stained his clothes, and his rough, cracked hands were stained red.

In the midst of the stench of blood, he cried for a long, long time.

Then the soldier, who was the slave owner, stretched out his hand and said, "From now on, you are my soldier." ”

At that moment, it was as if he saw his savior.

The soldier took him to the military merit registry, imprinted the word soldier on his head, and assigned him ten slaves.

He became a master, completed his transformation from slave to slave owner, and gained riches, land, slaves, and the truest honor and glory that he could never have imagined before.

He became a Predator, following the soldier who had become the captain of the Ten, and fearlessly marched to the next battlefield.

The war broke out again, and after seven battles, the tenth enemy fell under his sword.

He became the Commander of the Ten, and the Military Merit Registry gave him a technique that could be cultivated to the rank of a second-order Grand Knight, as well as a large package of extraordinary resources, encouraging him to cultivate and continue to make contributions to mankind.

Then he was driven back.

There are too many human soldiers and human slaves who want to go to the battlefield, and he can't squeeze into the front line no matter how much he squeezes it.

Even as he rushed forward, the front line was getting farther and farther away from him.

Those dark races, and those elves and dwarves who run fast, are simply monsters.

And the legends of their race are also cheating quickly, using the magic "swiftness" in the hands of their own soldiers, making their speed many times faster, and he and his centurion can't catch up.

In the end, when a certain guy saw that they had nothing to do, he directly captured their centurion and more than a hundred soldiers under the centurion, including him.

Let them rule over the Westlanders in the Little Basin who have not been attacked.

When he remembered the way the Harpy Thousand Commander had commanded them with the dragon insignia, he still hated it now.

"Boss, we've been idle for almost nine months!"

"When will you go to war? Before our centurion blood festival last time, he was an ordinary person like us, and he became a knight directly after the blood sacrifice. ”

"Only centurions can be sacrificed in blood, although our group of small soldiers are rich and noble, and there are also a little bit of extraordinary resources and exercises, but if you want to cultivate to a knight, you have to have a ** year, and I don't know if I can cultivate to a second-order knight in this life."

"I heard that our centurion is going to have a blood sacrifice again in a month, and I heard some gossip that our centurion has raised his strength to the middle level of knights, and after this blood sacrifice, he will be able to promote to the high level of knights."

"In the next two years, I will be able to become a second-order great knight."

"The speed of strength improvement is so fast!"

"We little soldiers have worked hard all our lives, and it is not as good as a few blood sacrifices of the centurion."

One of the soldiers who saved Matteo Colonna spoke his mind.

The tone was full of envy and a crazy desire for war.

The centurion only needs to cut a hundred enemies to be able to achieve, and the centurion of his own family was also an ordinary person in the past, he was able to start from a small soldier and cut all the way to the centurion, why can't he do it?

As long as I go to the battlefield, I can go to the battlefield.

The other nine soldiers also instantly became commotioned, full of complaints.

Their bones are rusty, and they want to go to war all the time.

They looked at their ten-master with expectant eyes, they knew that their ten-master was following the centurion, all the way from slave to ten-master, and the relationship was very good, and with the help of the centurion's channel, some gossip was quite well-informed.

They wanted to hear if there was a chance to send them to the front to get military merit.

The days when they couldn't go to war were really unbearable for them.

Listening to the complaints in the back, Matteo Colonna scolded and said: "If there was a chance to go to the battlefield, and you still need to talk nonsense here, Lao Tzu would have followed the centurion to the front line." ”

Then he said in a demagogic and encouraging tone: "The matter of going to the front line will have to wait for a few more years, and the corps in the three directions have stopped attacking forward and entered the stage of rest. ”

"Let's not talk about a year off, but the centurion is taking advantage of this opportunity to operate with the centurion, and there will be a chance to go to the battlefield.

"You all give me good training within this year, don't go to the battlefield, you won't be able to cut a single military feat, and I will lose my face."

"What a great opportunity to waste!"

The ten soldiers and the slaves who were surrounding them were instantly excited when they heard that there was an opportunity to go to battle.

Only when you go to the battlefield can you get military merits, and only when you get military merits can you use military merits to get everything you need.