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Because the neck was cut open, the most fatal thing was not only rapid blood loss, but also suffocation caused by tracheal obstruction.

In just ten seconds, he struggled and fell to the ground, swallowing his last breath with a face full of unwillingness.

The pungent smell of blood filled the whole room!

When the half-orc warrior saw this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly. He put down his wine glass without saying a word, grabbed the sharp ax beside him, and asked loudly, "Benny! What are you doing? Do you want to rebel?"

"Rebellion? No, idiot, your brain, which is not as big as a walnut, is not enough to understand what I'm doing." As Zhang Cheng spoke, he stretched out a finger and grabbed the thin man's soul, his left eye flickered. The intense light slowly devours the soul and transforms it into pure magical energy.

"Oh! No! No! No! Be careful! He's not Benny!" Tiefling, who had part of the blood of the devil, obviously noticed something, and hurriedly stepped back several steps in a row to remind loudly.

"Whoever he is! Go to hell with me!" The half-orc gave full play to his ability to do everything possible to avoid BBs, swung his ax and launched an attack.

His movements are fast and ferocious, completely honed from life-and-death struggles, ugly and not at all pleasing to the eye, but anyone with a bit of knowledge will not underestimate them.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast he swung his axe, he still couldn't catch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Relying on the remote calculation and prediction provided by Adam, Zhang Cheng wandered on the boundary line between life and death again and again, cutting bloody wounds with the inferior pig iron dagger in his hand.

However, half-orcs are half-orcs after all, especially when they are in a state of rage, adrenaline is secreted in a large amount, and they don't care about pain and injuries. into pieces!"

"Huh! Save your energy, idiot, according to the current bleeding rate, you will fall into shock due to excessive blood loss in half a minute at most." Zhang Cheng sneered and mocked.

Although the boy he is currently occupying is so fragile that he dare not make any direct contact with him, otherwise he will be thrown to the ground in an instant, but on the surface, it seems that he is able to do a job with ease, completely playing with the powerful half-orc warrior. In the palm of your hand.

As for the tiefling woman on the side, there was a strange light in her eyes. She neither stepped forward to help, nor chose to run away. She just stood there and observed, not knowing what her plans were.

"No!!! No one can defeat the mighty Okocha! I...I will catch you! Crush every bone in your body!" The half-orc warrior shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of the pain caused by excessive blood loss. Drowsiness and weakness.

But anyone with a little common sense knows that this objective law cannot be overcome by will alone. After a while, he swayed uncontrollably from side to side, and finally fell to the ground.

"Poor thing, you have no idea who you're fighting against."

Without any hesitation!

Zhang Cheng directly bent down and stabbed the dagger into the opponent's eye socket, then pulled out the soul and devoured it, transforming it into magical energy to transform this fragile body.

After finishing all this, he looked up at the last tiefling and asked meaningfully, "Why don't you run away?"

"Escape? Why should I run away! I am not your enemy! On the contrary, I think you will need a helper to take over Okocha's territory. I promise, I will serve you as I serve him." Tiefling put one knee Kneeling deeply and saluted.

As a half-devil rejected by mainstream human society, submitting to the strong is her way of survival.

As for who the other party is and what evil plans they have, it doesn't matter at all. If the object of allegiance collapses, then change to another master.

Anyway, no one really cares about a tiefling woman who doesn't make it to the stage, or even sees her as a nice and interesting trophy and plaything.

"Ah! After meeting two idiots in a row, I finally have a smart person. Very good! Very good! But there are two kinds of smart people in the world, one who really knows how to judge the situation, and the other who likes to think he is smart. I sincerely hope that you are the former type, otherwise I might not be able to bear the temptation to peel off your smooth and beautiful skin, and then sprinkle salt water on your bloody muscles. Believe me, that kind of taste is not pleasant at all. "

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng stretched out his dexterous right hand, and gently stroked the other person's beautiful and smooth face. His eyes were filled with a sense of oppression that cannot be described in words.

"When...Of course! I swear, from today on, you are the supreme master, and I am willing to sacrifice my body and soul." Tiefling responded tremblingly.

Through that bright crystal-like left eye, she felt a power comparable to that of a god, or even greater than a god...

Chapter 9: A Cheap Life

In the continent of Faerûn, full of robbers, bandits, thieves, monsters, evil gods, dragons, demons and demons, death has never been a big surprise.

Especially in a place full of poverty, chaos and crime like Beggar's Nest, the death of two gang leaders is simply a normal thing.

The guards responsible for maintaining order didn't even bother to ask, and let the gang dispose of the corpses themselves, as long as there was no disturbance.

Ever since, the head of the poor orc warrior was chopped off and sent to the city hall, in exchange for a bounty of three hundred gold coins.

As for the other unlucky egg and the rest of the corpse, they were thrown directly into the sewer to feed the mice.

Sitting in the cleaned house, Zhang Cheng stared blankly at the nervous beggars, thieves, and thugs standing in front of him. It took a full minute before he asked, "Tell me, these people can turn in the money every day. How much?"

"Look at the market! Especially pickpockets, if you are lucky, you can steal hundreds of gold coins, but if you are unlucky, you don't even have a single gold coin. But in general, there are still three or four hundred gold coins every month." Self-proclaimed Jesse's tiefling hastened to answer.

People who don't know may think that a 13-year-old kid knows how to manage a gang.

But she, who has seen the picture of devouring the soul with her own eyes, is very clear that this seemingly thin body is not a boy's soul at all, but a monster with unimaginable power.

"Three or four hundred gold coins a month? Too little!" Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned.

"Ben... Benny! Three or four hundred gold coins is the limit of what we can do! If there are more, we will all starve to death." A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy finally couldn't help but pleaded road.

You don't need to ask, he knew the boy from before, that's why he plucked up the courage to try to bargain. If it was the former half-orc warrior, he wouldn't even dare to raise his head.

"Shut up! Boss, do you have the right to intervene? If you don't accept it, I don't mind giving you some impressive lessons." Without saying a word, Jesse swung his whip and drew a bloodstain on the opponent's body.

"Ah!" The young man couldn't help but let out a scream, shaking violently all over his body, he didn't know whether it was from internal pain or fear.

Just when Tiefling was about to whip the second whip, Zhang Cheng suddenly raised his hand to stop him and said, "Enough! Stealing, begging, collecting protection fees, these methods are too low-level, no matter how much you raise the whip, you won't make much money .We had to think differently, outside of the traditional gangster realm."

"You mean..." Jesse's eyes lit up, and he tentatively asked.

"Use the gold coins in stock to buy some materials, and I can teach you how to make several potions, and then sell them to those adventurers, mercenaries, and pirates." Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and showed a meaningful smile.

As a master alchemist, he has tens of thousands of recipes in his mind, most of which require the power of alchemy stones and magic, but there are always a few low-level potions that can be produced without complicated spellcasting. .

What's more, strictly speaking, Faerun Continent has a lot of magical energy, and there are many special materials that can be used.

"Understood! Please give me a list, and I will personally purchase it." Jessie agreed without any nonsense, without even asking why.

Similarly, the teenager who was whipped for talking too much was also secretly relieved to hear that the rate of handing over would not be increased.

Living in a place like Beggar's Nest is never easy.

As for life being precious and priceless, it is a complete joke.

Any gang leader can easily decide a person's life or death on his own territory.

That's why the residents of Beggar's Nest would rather succumb to the gang than listen to the comparison between the guards who claim to be righteous and kind and the paladins of the temple.

The reason is simple, guards and temple paladins are not encountered every day, but gang members are rooted here and can be seen almost every day.

If anyone dares to have fun for a while and call the guards and paladins to administer justice, then after these guys leave, the rest of the gang members will collectively mobilize and kidnap the informer's family.

All men cut off their tongues, gouged out their eyes, and threw them into the sewer to be eaten by rats to death;

Women are even more miserable. Not only will they be tortured, but they will also be sold into special service places until they are old and decrepit, or they can't bear the humiliation and commit suicide before they can get relief.

Life is so cheap here, most people are doomed to suffer pain from the moment they are born.

Feeling the despair emanating from the entire beggar's nest, Zhang Cheng immediately narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself: "Countless numb souls! Struggling souls! This is simply my ideal testing ground! Now, let me see See what is the difference between a god and a titan..."