"Sure enough... leading troops to take office is a completely different result. But in the final analysis, all this is still strength!"

"The force controlled is the most direct force, while forces such as family reputation are potential forces."

Sulu wore a colonial-style mix-and-match shirt with black trousers and walked through the crowded docks and streets.

He was too lazy to see the fat man's ugly face. After confirming that there was nothing unusual in the garrison palace, he mixed into the ordinary abortion in a low-key manner.

Dyron Port is very large, with a small area of ​​streets and residential areas built around the port not far away.

On the road, you can occasionally see a few horse slaves.

Their upper body is human and their lower body is horse. The male has high bulge of tendons and inverted triangle abdominal muscles. At first glance, they are good at being coolies.

The female is quite plump. Although she wears clothes like rag bags, she still attracts the attention of some men, of course, only her upper body.

"On the Zotelan continent, the imperial colonies were mainly a series of ports, with a long strip... The most bordered by major colonies were the Centaurs and Gnoll tribes..."

"In these two, although the centaur is fierce, he is conservative and loyal, and has the possibility of being tamed as a slave... but it seems that he cannot adapt to the climate of the Old Continent, and is rarely seen in the empire..."

In addition, Sulu saw a large number of murals on the walls, depicting ferocious werewolfs, as well as many scenes of spears and arrows shooting them.

"Kill the Gnoll!"

"Kill more gnolls!"

"Note! If you encounter a werewolf in the wild and peel off its claws and wolf skin, you can get an imperial silver coin. If you see a group of... May the Six Gods bless your soul!"

...

From the propaganda Su Lu knew that the werewolf was indeed extremely cruel and cunning, and there was no possibility of becoming a slave.

The only option is to exterminate them.

Even various colonies have introduced similar policies, with the claws, fur and wolf teeth of the werewolves, they can be exchanged for a certain amount of money, and colonists are encouraged to continue to hunt them.

Of course, on the other hand, what if an imperial citizen was caught by a gnoll tribe?

Then he could choose to swallow it raw or barbecue, and sacrifice it to God.

The racial conflict between the two sides has reached a completely unresolvable level.

Either the Chris Empire withdrew from Zotlan continent completely, or the werewolves were exterminated, and there is no third possibility!

Sulu even saw words such as horse liver and zodiac meat on the signs of some restaurants.

There are also some rumors that these things are very nourishing men's kidneys.

Once this kind of rumor is involved, no matter how disgusting it is, it may have a considerable sales channel.

"Forget it... I'm not so heavy. As expected, the first generation of colonists were the most fierce..."

Sulu sighed and walked out of Port Dylan.

Even after being reclaimed by colonists, the wilderness here is still relatively desolate, and some farmlands have been opened up sporadically, planting crops such as oats, Ophiopogonis, onions, tomatoes, etc.

From time to time, hunters on horseback patroll nearby.

Gnolls are very fierce animals. They are extremely hungry and even eat their own kind.

It has never been news that we werewolf attacking human camps in groups of three or three.

Sulu saw a row of warning crosses, with the corpses of dried werewolf nailed and bleeded to death, which played a role in intimidation.

But is the actual effect...

Sulu felt that if there weren't patrols, it might have been taken back by its companions as a bacon-fighting tooth sacrifice.

...

"Stranger land, a lot of hostility..."

Su Lu murmured, and the perception of the god-level was dispersed, and he obtained a terrifying amount of information.

And in this message, he saw a certain piece and his expression moved.

The next moment.

He stepped into the void and disappeared.

...

Colonial frontiers, scavengers camps.

"Suppress... put the wolf cubs in and then beat them!"

Outside a wooden camp.

Hundreds of werewolf roared and roared, striking the simple fence.

Inside the camp are dozens of ragged "scavengers". They are pioneers of the imperial colonists, the vanguard of the confrontation between humans and extraordinary races of the Dark Continent, and are good at finding various precious resources in the wild.

Of course, the dangers faced are also the highest.

At this time, this forward camp was besieged by hundreds of werewolves.

They are generally two meters tall and covered with brown or brown hair, like a werewolf standing up, and some even hold weapons such as crude wooden sticks and huge stones.

When they charged to the camp, smoke came out from a row of muskets.

Puff!

The bullets splattered, and the lead-containing bullets broke into the flesh and blood, and began to melt and explode, forming a terrifying injury that was at least the size of a bowl.

Basically, the zombie who was hit by the main trunk was finished, and the one who hit the limbs also had broken hands and feet, and fell to the ground to wail.

"Ahhhh!"

"Ahhhh!"

The terrifying firearm's power scared away the zombies a lot, but they howled and pounced on them in the roar behind.

"The gun roar is extraordinary?"

Sulu looked at this scene and a look of interest appeared on her face.

"I didn't expect to see such a classic 'queuing and shooting' scene... The gnolls on the opposite side are generally equivalent to the strength of a first-level [soldier]. Under modern firearms, they can only leave a large number of corpses."

But he also knew that queuing up and shooting tactics requires courage.

The reason why this camp can be maintained is entirely blocked by railings and digging trenches, nails and other obstacles.

Otherwise, after a wave of gunfire, the werewolves rushed to them.

"Even so...the consumption of ammunition for firearms is a big problem."

He continued to watch.

Sure enough, the next moment, accompanied by the frightened and angry roar of the scavengers, the sound of gunfire became sparse.

A werewolf, who was taller than his kind, had red eyes and stepped on his companion's body and rushed into the camp wall.

"Ahhhh!"

It roared to the sky, and its claws ripped towards the scavengers on both sides. The wolf claws were sharp, comparable to daggers, and there were various toxins on it.

"ah!"

Two musketeers screamed, one of whom was directly dismantled, and one of the other's arm broke open, and blood surged like a spring.

"Get out!"

A female scavenger seemed to have expanded his right hand and punched the werewolf in the chest.

Bang!

The huge werewolf flew backwards as if he was hit by a locomotive head-on.

"Alena, good!"

The other scavengers were inspired to finally defeat this wave of zombies.
Chapter completed!