Chapter 633 You Have Completely Embarrassed the Bandits.

After watching the three people leave the tent, Zhuang Buyuan couldn't help but sigh.

In the state, with the development of society, real poverty has become very rare and has even been forgotten by the public. However, in the era of exile, in this chaotic place, poverty, struggle, and pain are inherent and lingering. .

Risking one's life for a few cubes of sugar was simply unimaginable in Zhuang Buyuan's previous mind.

But even Old Banglong felt that this kind of thing was normal.

"If you may starve to death at any time, your life is only worth one meal. A piece of sugar cube can be exchanged for a day's rations. If you save food, you can live for two days. He has earned more than three yuan, which is worth it. "

Only then did Zhuang Buyuan realize that life could be calculated in this way.

It turns out that people in the Exile Era can only see whether they will be satisfied with the next meal and whether they will starve to death tomorrow.

the day after tomorrow? future?

It's too luxurious, why bother thinking so much.

In Zhuang Buyuan's fantasy, people in the Era of Exile all drive giant mechanical dogs, sailboats, carriages, and various means of transportation to wander and explore in the Era of Exile. Their lives are full of hardships, joys, and discoveries. Joy, but also unknown fear, just like what is written in fantasy novels.

But in fact, in the Era of Exile, all kinds of transportation are much rarer than on Earth. People like Lao Banglong who can drive a giant mechanical dog across the universe can probably drive a supercar through the city on Earth. The rich man.

The vast majority of people in the Exiled Era have no clothes or clothing, struggling to survive in the abandoned and broken ruins and debris, or huddled in shackles in the utility room of the giant war dog, lying on the ground. The bottom floor of the ship is in a mezzanine with a height of less than one meter.

This understanding had a great impact on Zhuang Buyuan's thoughts. The era of exile was like a flattened earth, with complex and multidimensional identity, status, wealth, power, influence and other illusory things removed, and it became A hierarchical structure that is flat and clear at a glance.

Brutally simple.

Perhaps, this is the truth of the world, and we are living in a false dream.

Zhuang Buyuan was playing with a sugar cube, listening to the clanging sound of old hammer, and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Zhuang Buyuan heard several vicious roars coming from outside the door.

"This is where they sell those magical little cubes!"

"Hey, did you just come out of it?"

"Get those little cubes out!"

"You still dare to resist, do you want to take a knife?"

After this loud roar, there was a soft and inaudible cry of pleading.

"Hand it over, don't dirty my knife!"

Zhuang Buyuan frowned, opened the tent door, and walked out of the tent. He saw four wanderers surrounding three farmers, with fierce expressions on their faces.

Zhuang Buyuan saw many wanderers.

Most of the rogues would have large and ferocious tattoos on their faces or prominent places on their bodies. In the Era of Exile, tattoos could be said to be the symbol of the rogues.

Even if there are no tattoos on their faces and their bodies are covered with armor, the faces of the wanderers are completely different. There is always a lingering ferocity and ferocity that Zhuang Buyuan can tell by just feeling.

It is said that the fallen dragons are duplicitous and only seek profit. This is their nature.

The manor conducted DNA sequencing for the fallen dragons and found that several of their key genes had mutated. Perhaps that was the gap between the selfishness of the fallen dragons and the tenacity and loyalty of the six-armed dragons.

However, the fallen dragons still retain part of their characteristics of "obedience to power", so they can form a complex "black triangle bandit group" with a complex system, hierarchical structure, and command system.

It can also be conquered by Zhuang Buyuan and used by Zhuang Buyuan.

But the wanderers, whether they are the Naxunlians who are supposed to be wise and thoughtful, the passionate lamp-bearers, the sincere three-eyed people, or the innocent velvet people, all show the same kind of ferocity and cruelty. Selfish and belligerent.

Perhaps, after the war between the manor owner and the industrial party, I don’t know how many years, these wanderers have evolved into a new race, or a new subspecies, in a harsh and complex environment, just like the fallen dragon people in the six Brachiosaurus.

Old Banglong told a joke in the manor.

"I tell you, I once encountered three groups of wanderers who came to rob me."

Before Old Honglong finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

Only Zhuang Buyuan looked confused.

Then Lao Honglong asked Zhuang Buyuan: "Which groups of wanderers are the scariest when you encounter them?"

Zhuang Buyuan was even more confused.

"I don't even know this, what a group!" The servants despised Zhuang Buyuan.

If you don’t know this, how can you be the village owner?

Wanderers are inherently unable to maintain large-scale groups, with no more than ten people in a group, and no sense of collective honor or belonging, let alone a sense of identity. If they encounter two groups of wanderers, they themselves might start fighting first.

What if you encounter three waves?

You can wait until they finish fighting and then counterattack.

It's literally a double click on 666.

No wonder the servants of the manor were laughing so wildly. This kind of good thing would never happen once in a lifetime. It was like overstepping the level to kill monsters and using equipment to pick off people's heads.

Using DND's classification, the rogues probably belong to the chaos camp, and the three-cities and ten-towns system belongs to the order camp.

At this time, the four wanderers outside the tent obviously belonged to a small group.

Their bodies were covered with thick tattoos, and one of them was holding a short knife and pointing it at the farmer.

Another wanderer stepped on the farmer leader's face with one foot and was pulling out a small cloth bag from his arms.

"My lords, please leave some for us. I have children at home who are starving to death..."

"Get out of here! Let me go!" The wanderer suddenly yanked, and the white sugar cubes spilled all over the floor.

Seeing the sugar cubes scattered on the ground, several farmers hurriedly picked them up.

The wanderers also rushed forward as if they had seen gold. One of them grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth regardless of the dirt and grass clippings on it.

Then he reached for another sugar cube, and saw a farmer reaching out to grab the sugar cube, and chopped it out with the knife in his hand.

There was a "poof" and blood splattered everywhere. The farmer covered his almost broken wrist and screamed. The blood dyed the sugar cube red.

The wanderer didn't care, grabbed the blood-stained sugar cube and stuffed it into his mouth.

He straightened up, looked at the knife in his hand, and then looked at a few farmers. He suddenly became jealous. While sucking his saliva, he slashed at several farmers with his knife: "Damn it, you took my knife." It’s dirty! I’ll chop you!”

"Stop!" Zhuang Buyuan shouted and jumped out.

It's just a matter of grabbing a few sugar cubes, but why do you want to kill people just for a few sugar cubes?

"You have simply brought shame on the bandits!"

Got rewarded again...