Master of Thermodynamics

Fifteen minutes later, at a certain location in the Nassau Wetlands, Renault was holding a metal bow and shooting the black skins one by one. Below him, a group of black skins were rushing in the mud and panic.

There are constantly black skins sinking into the silt, struggling desperately, trying to get out of the mud pit, but this approach not only did not relieve the predicament, but made them sink deeper and deeper.

There are also black skins who didn't run around, but stood honestly, holding the plank with both hands high, trying to use it as a shield, but if this bird is not used, it will only attract Renault's priority call.

The power of the metal bow is so powerful that the shield is often broken after an arrow.

When the black skins either died or fell into a mud pit, Renault did not hesitate to lower the height and used the [Nian Power] to control the spikes to stab the black skins. This was done to save the arrows, the arrows he carried. Not much, it must be saved a little.

In addition, the strong smell of blood also attracted another swamp creature-the black crocodile of Nassau.

This is a species unique to the Nassau Wetlands. They are nearly 3 meters long and dark throughout. They are accustomed to group hunting and are one of the main predators in the wetlands.

The addition of the Nassau black crocodile also pushed the killing to a climax. The black skins cried and howled until they were torn into pieces of flesh by the sharp teeth of the Nassau black crocodile. The scene was extremely bloody.

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Twenty-five minutes later, on the southern bank of the wetland, on the land of the Thousand Lakes Kingdom, Renault was like a giant eagle, flapping the black skins below, chasing them like rabbits, and fleeing.

From time to time, Black Leather tried to gather crowds to fight back. They used weapons such as crossbows and crossbows to set fire to the formidable enemy in the sky. However, the crossbows they shot were pushed away by the invisible hand and did not hurt Renault's hair.

After killing the last black skin, Renault quickly ascended into the sky and began to search for the next black **** team.

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In this way, within one and a half hours, Renault single-handedly killed 5 black-skinned teams and killed nearly 600 black orcs.

However, this is only part of the cross-border black leather army. More black orc squads have entered the depths of the Thousand Lake Kingdom. They are marching towards the human villages and towns according to the pre-planned marching route.

A catastrophe is about to come.

When Renault saw the first plume of smoke and dust appeared on the extremely distant horizon, he did not hesitate to create a large amount of wind elements and rushed to the place of fire at full speed.

However, before he reached his destination, there were several heavy smoke rising into the sky in his sight. He couldn't help sighing. With his own power, he was destined to be unable to prevent this disaster from happening. He could only Do your best.

However, Renault did not regret what he had done.

He even insisted that this is not necessarily a good thing.

Without this catastrophe, it would be entirely predictable that when the Black Orcs broke through the Nassau Wetlands, these farmers who were unable or unwilling to leave their homes would become slaves or food for the Black Orcs.

This is the obvious thing.

In this ignorant world, the farmers who do not know how to write have no knowledge of the outside world. The degree of occlusion of villages and towns is unimaginable. The Mushan Kingdom in the north has been occupied for more than half a year, and many people still don't know the news.

Although the local lords knew that the situation was not good, they had no interest and did not intend to tell their lords the news.

It's good for the master to worry about the important matters of the territory. Isn't it good for these stupid mud legs to farm the land at ease? What if the mud leg learns the news of the black orcs and all fled, what about the master's tax?

what? When the black orcs come over, the mud legs can't run even if they want to run?

Is this a silly thing about the master? As long as this master can run, that's enough!

The nobles in other worlds are so greedy and shameless.

This kind of incident has been performed countless times in the Mushan Kingdom. When Renault escaped from the Continent of Glow, he had heard more than once about the "lord abandoning all the people and fleeing quietly with his family".

However, if the small army of black orcs were to be killed in the kingdom ahead of time, and the farmers were allowed to witness the tragedy at the door of their homes with their own eyes, would they still wait for the arrival of the army of black **** in a daze? Do nobles still have a chance to deceive the ignorant fools?

Therefore, to sum it up in one sentence, it is: the death of a few people can get more people alive.

Sometimes, to kill is to save people.

Because of this, Renault decisively implemented this "poisonous scheme."

Outside a village more than 30 kilometers away from the Nassau Wetlands, a farmer in shabby clothes is running desperately in a field trail.

In the panic escape, his bare right foot accidentally stepped on a sharp stone and the sole of his foot was punctured. Every time he took a step, a **** footprint appeared on the muddy ground, and the foot board was even more painful.

But the farmer did not dare to stop for a moment, and had to resist the pain and rush, because behind him, a burly black **** was laughing loudly while striding after the farmer.

The black orc is tall and strong, and his running speed is obviously much faster than that of the farmer. The distance between the two sides is decreasing in an unstoppable trend.

After 3 minutes, Heipi finally caught up with the farmer. He waved his spear and slammed the farmer's thigh fiercely, knocking the farmer to the ground.

The farmer rolled around in the mud and crawled forward crying, but his hands and feet were trembling with fear, and his crawling speed was not fast at all. He looked back at the black **** frequently, his face was completely occupied by despair.

The black orc grinned, lifted his right foot, and slammed the farmer's ankle. Hearing a "click", the farmer's left foot was suddenly twisted into a strange angle, and he was fractured.

The farmer burst into tears with pain. He squeezed the dirt with his hands and slammed his right foot on the ground frantically, trying to stay away from the devil behind him.

However, the black orc stomped on the farmer's ankle, no matter how hard the farmer struggled, he could not get rid of the black orc.

A vicious smile appeared on the black orc's face, and his right foot was pressed hard from time to time. Under the severe pain, the farmer screamed and twitched constantly.

After torturing the farmer fiercely, the Black Beast took up the spear with satisfaction and pierced the farmer's vest with one shot.

The farmer trembled violently, a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth and nose instantly, and the muddy ground clinging to his cheek was wetted. He took a few hard breaths and turned his head to look to the left.

The farmer knew that the village where he was born and raised was in that direction, but because of the weeds, he could not see the buildings in the village, only a billowing smoke.

He also heard a lot of screams, even if the approaching death made his perception quite blurred, even if he was a full kilometer away from the village, he could hear it clearly.

The last tear came from the corner of the farmer's eyes, and then the eternal darkness swallowed him.

Several dozen kilometers away, Renault, who went to rescue a village, encountered a sudden crisis.

When he swept down from a high altitude and manipulated 4 sharp thorns to pierce the chests of 4 black skinned people, he suddenly sensed that at the other end of the village, an extremely strong wave of magic energy erupted.

It was so strong that he was only seen in his life.

The Upright One!

At this moment, the word came out of Renault's mind.