Elven Reaper

Akto's purpose of coming out this time is very clear, which is to go to the Mage Tower to steal technology, especially biotechnology that can produce multiple babies.

There is also the option of going to Poke City to gather information. To understand the strength and weakness of a country, you must first go to the capital of that country.

The elves could be said to be in danger, and he didn't want to waste a minute.

But first they encountered a beast tide on the road. The beast tide finally ended, and then they encountered this group of mountain people who wanted to collect Warcraft materials.

Akto looked around and saw endless wilderness. The large forest on the edge of the wilderness is bottomless, and there is not even a horse or other means of transportation.

Why don't you drive away by yourself? Akto thought.

But then he rejected the idea, because these passengers were ordinary people. If they were left in the wilderness, they would be eaten by wild beasts at night and only their bones would be left.

Bartlet may not be able to take care of it alone.

Akto decided to wait until they finished collecting the Warcraft materials and take them on the road together.

He took out a lounge chair from the ring, put his hands behind his head, looked at the clear sky, and fell into deep thought.

Not far away, the mountain people and passengers were still happily digging over the corpse of the monster.

Several mountain people followed Bartlett and asked:

"Hey, Bartlett, what is this?"

"This is a second-level fire-type monster, a flame beetle." Balit smiled innocently.

"What about this?"

"This is a level three fire monster, the Red Flame Snake."

"How much is this worth?" The mountain man carried a red dead snake. This dead snake was as thick as a human thigh and three to four meters long.

Bartlett explained patiently: "The skin of this red flame snake can be used as a leather armor, which has strong defensive power. It also has the effect of promoting the flow of fighting energy and increasing attack power."

The mountain man looked at the dead snake, then at Balit, and said impatiently: "I'm just asking how much this is worth. Why are you talking so blindly? I don't understand."

Bartlet scratched the back of his head: "If you peel off this snake skin completely, you can sell it for, um, 300,000 German dollars."

"I saw someone selling one last time."

"Three to three hundred thousand" The mountain people opened their mouths and their eyes lit up like light bulbs. Then they rolled up their sleeves and started grabbing.

"mine."

"I blinded you. I was the one who saw it first."

"It belongs to me, God of Light. I will kill anyone who robs me." A sixty-year-old mountain man in shabby clothes, with a haggard face full of fierceness, holding a small knife, glanced at Attracting everyone.

"Don't, don't grab it, you guys," Bartlet advised from the side.

Many of the World of Warcraft here are types they have never seen in the first half of their lives, and each Warcraft is so valuable that it can be sold at a sky-high price for them.

The other passengers all lowered their heads and rummaged through similar bodies of red flame snakes.

On the pile of corpses not far away, there were still flames left by fire magic, burning with faint black smoke.

Akto took out his diary, held the quill with his long fingers, and started writing.

"Today is my second day in the outside world, but for some reason, I feel a little tired.

The town last night should have been destroyed by the beast tide, and all the people inside should have been martyred. In the car, I kept thinking whether it was the beast tide triggered by Mr. Reginald's arrow that caused this. A disaster.

By the way, I need to make a separate note here. It seems that transportation in the outside world is very developed, and intercity buses have also been connected to mountain villages and small market towns.

However, the development of urban and rural areas is very uneven, and a large number of people from rural areas move to cities. This seems to have caused extremely unhealthy urbanization, which only shows that the Deslaure Empire may be following two paths.

The first is that, like the city-state system of ancient Greece, it is a slave society.

The second is a highly developed capitalist society.

Now it seems that the Deslor Empire is the second type.

Because the productivity of this country has reached the requirements of capitalism, with large grain production, farmers have become unemployed in large numbers and have begun to become cheap labor, creating value for capitalists.

Moreover, coupled with the development and popularization of magic technology.

This proves that the Deslaure Empire is a capitalist country.

Compared to the Deslor Empire, the elves probably still remain in primitive society.

Perhaps my analysis of the social situation of the Deslor Empire using Earth's way of thinking may be too one-sided.

The information obtained is too little, so let’s not analyze it for now. "

As he was writing this, Akto heard a commotion. He held the pen in his right hand, pressed the diary flat on his thigh, and looked up at the source of the sound.

The group of mountain people started arguing again, and Akto could probably tell based on their noisy voices.

It turns out that the physical defense of Warcraft is generally relatively high. If you want to break down Warcraft, ordinary knives will definitely not work. You have to use a special knife to cut it.

This special knife is unique only to the giant hammer warrior Bali.

And now these mountain people are borrowing knives from Balit. The word "borrow" must be put in quotation marks, because their attitude is very rough.

A mountain man spat out saliva, pointed at Balit's nose and cursed: "Damn it, Balit, you idiot, you have to lend me the knife first."

Another mountain passenger reached out to grab it: "Damn it, why should I give it to you first? If I want to use it, I will use it first."

Another voice sounded: "Barit, why are you still standing there? Give me the knife."

"Barit, do you want to shave your mother's hair with a knife? Why don't you give it to me quickly?"

Bartlet held up the decomposition knife in a daze, not knowing who to give it to for a moment, with a sluggish expression and a bit of grievance.

Akto shook his head. The cool autumn wind blew his smooth hair slightly, but there was a trace of sadness on his handsome face.

Akto lowered his head and continued to write. His handwriting was neat and delicate, just like his face.

"Let me tell you what happened to me. Yesterday I killed six robbers. They tried to do harm to me. I was afraid of being entangled by them, so I killed them.

Today I killed two more people on the bus, a driver and a ticket collector.

One thing they all have in common is greed.

From wanted criminals to drivers, maybe the people I met were all small people. They were used to living in poverty and were obsessed with money, so they were so greedy.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t come into contact with people of a higher class and don’t know what their character is like, so it seems a bit arbitrary to make a rash evaluation of people in the entire continent now.

And now, I am about to face a group of greedy and unruly people again.

I feel tired.

This is my second day out of the Elf Forest, and it is also the first day I miss the Elf Forest.

Heiana, my wife, I love you. May we meet in dreams. "

After writing, Akto put away the pen and paper.

Not far away, the "battle" among the mountain people for the decomposing knife has reached a fever pitch, with noises and curses coming one after another.

Bartlett stood in the middle of the crowd and tried his best to dissuade him.

But it was obvious that his eloquence was not very good. Although he was sweating profusely, the anger level of the mountain people was getting higher and higher.