Battle Frenzy

"I have been here for three months, and I still fight with the locals for the first time." The man in the cloak did not panic at all. Instead, he felt a little regretful. He squeezed his fist: "It is too weak, can go to Colombia." A few strong opponents? It’s not fun to beat you."

"Strong your mother!" Babru and a few companions at the same time, and a few long-handed knives with cold light, swiftly smashed from all directions, but in the next second, they lost their goals.

砰砰砰砰砰~~~~~

The expected war did not happen. Almost no one could see the movement of the cloak. Several large shadows had already been shot. It seemed to be just a few punches. These are in the oasis. The spoiled skin that claimed to be the king has already flew out.

The cloak people are obviously under the mercy, but they have broken their arms and broken their legs. Perhaps they feel the huge power gap. Babru did not even dare to put a fart, stumbled and several companions supported each other and quickly left.

Next to the small shop owner, I was so distressed that I looked at the broken tables and chairs around me. Some people who had been bullied by Babru couldn’t help but remind them. “Outside, let’s go, you are the scorpion of Lord Vazina, for a while. Definitely bring the guard to trouble you!"

The cloak smiled and opened the cloak on his head: "Is it? It seems that there is a good rack to play."

Seeing the face hidden in the cloak, the people around the scene suddenly looked at it. This is a young man who looks very handsome in the sun, but most importantly, he has a yellow skin that makes these black people envious!

Yellow skin...

In the Tutankhamun Empire, the vast majority are black people, and of course some white people. The yellow-skinned people are basically extinct in the dark age. With the cooperation with the Federation, people with yellow skin gradually appear, absolutely all black. The most unwilling to provoke the existence of people, it must be from the free federation, what kind of son or nobleman!

The Tutankhamun Empire is different from the powerful Caesar, and the international relationship with the Freedom Federation has always been defined as subordinate. On the one hand, because it is closer to the Freedom Federation, a large amount of import and export trade has already made the Empire have a dependence. And actual needs.

At the same time, they are also more blamed on the powerful force of the federal government. They also hang on to the world of free federations and abundant materials and beautiful women. When the upper empire is obsessed with these things, the ambition of the founding of the country The ambitions began to dissipate.

Therefore, the diplomatic relations between the two sides can be described as very close. The Tutankhamun Empire is almost completely a slave. When asking for the goods and personal benefits from the Federation, all the requirements for the Federation are almost always From the point of view of the Freedom Federation, it is like a bodhisattva. Even the most common free federal civilians, as soon as they come to the Tutankhamun Empire, will have an unimaginable social status and security almost immediately. Any local who dares to take the initiative to provoke these federal yellow-skinned guests will surely be chased by the Imperial Guard to the dead!

Therefore, the Federation is also very happy to send some outstanding elite talents here. After all, in the desert of the Tutankhamun Empire, the species, quantity and even evolution of the mutant beasts are much higher than the federal wilderness. Value, and in the major cities of the empire, as long as these elites who come to experience a little pay a little price, the local government will give a lot of support, cost-effective.

Mooredon Porter, this time is dedicated to the Tutankhamun Empire. I heard that there are a lot of geeks here, and the combat power is even more amazing. It’s just like Moore’s from the empty-handed fighting family of Potter. The most desirable fighting place.

It’s a pity to come here for three months. Except for the wilderness and the mutant hand, I didn’t encounter a black man who dared to punch him. The identity of the federal yellow skin in the empire made him completely free to play, and people didn’t do it. I also smiled and smiled. I was laughing and laughing at the time of 30 square meters. He didn’t always hit the others with a punch, and he couldn’t make his hands itch. As a result, he only thought of getting a cloak to put himself on, and today it’s really I have a problem.

The shop owner even wants to cry without tears. Originally, he still wants to slap the other party to compensate the tables and chairs that have been damaged in the store. It can be seen as a yellow skin, and he will smash it first.

I didn't expect Moore to throw a gold coin to the owner of the store: "With the loss in your store!"

The gold-plated embossed gold coins look particularly eye-catching, and countless people around are a sparkling envy.

You must know that most of the empire's high-end living materials, weapons resources, etc. are from the federal, but to buy these scarce materials from the hands of federal businessmen, unless it is very valuable, even more than the value of the transaction The things to exchange, otherwise only with the federal gold coins can be bought, the banknotes of the Tutankhamun Empire? Those merchants in the Federation do not recognize it at all!

This is also the federal gradual control of Tutankhamun's strategy ~www.readwn.com~ monetary policy, the old times prevailed in the era, it is equally easy to use in this era, especially this gold coin is with the pattern technology, but also added The feeling of high-end foreign gas grades.

This is absolutely hard currency in Tutankhamun, and it is still highly scarce. So a small piece of gold coins, I am afraid that I can buy ten such small stores. I can't afford anything in the empire to form a federal strategy. Results.

There were more people around, and the discussion was constant. Morden was interested in looking at the little bald head carrying the coffin.

From the time of entering the door to the present, whether it is facing the provocation of a knife man or later, he has taken a little apology from beginning to end. If you don’t know that there is no Buddhist here in Tutankhamun, I really feel this. The little bald head is a monk.

The coffin behind him is a little weird. No matter what the age, it’s weird to carry such a thing, but Molden doesn’t care too much, just a little gloss. He is not Tutunkhamon’s earthen buns.

The little bald head looked at Moore Deng to thank him. Moore went over and smiled and said hello to him: "Hey, little brother, will you drink, I please."

The little bald head shook his head: "I won't drink, give me some water and dry food."

"That came to order camel meat, that is hard to eat." Moorden did not hide his contempt, this ghost place is too speechless, the federal strategy is too successful and not good.

The little bald head shook his head with some embarrassment. "I don't eat meat."

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