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The Xiao Yang who crawled out of the ruins was like a vengeful ghost emerging from the abyss.

The bandits, recovering from their daze, surged towards him once more.

Within the large camp, the only thing capable of inflicting significant damage on Xiao Yang was the massive, sturdy cast-iron cannon.

The bandit gunners surrounding the giant cannon frantically began reloading.

In reality, even the sturdy cast-iron cannon couldn't pose much of a threat. Each shot would only deduct about 150 points of Xiao Yang's health, and his current health bar was an exaggerated 3,430.

Even if he stood still and let these bandits bombard him, it would take them nearly thirty shots to kill him.

Moreover, that was an ideal scenario. The more realistic truth was that Xiao Yang wouldn't give these guys a second chance to fire. He began his charge with large strides.

Wearing heavy armor and possessing overwhelming strength, Xiao Yang began sprinting through the camp after a brief build-up.

Once he started running, the terrifying momentum built up, like cavalry charging infantry, or rather, a tank碾压. The tank was a World War II Tiger, and the infantry were ancient light infantry.

Such a charge was almost without suspense. He didn't even need to swing the rusted giant axe in his hand. Just the impact of the charge alone was enough for Xiao Yang to send the surrounding bandits flying.

One by one, the bandits were knocked away. Xiao Yang, unstoppable, charged step by step towards the giant cannon. At this moment, the cannon's new round of loading hadn't been completed, stuck at the step where several bandits were stuffing polished stone bullets into the barrel.

"It's over!"

With a ferocious grin, Xiao Yang swung the rusted giant axe. The giant cannon was immediately pried up, the loading interrupted, and the cannon damaged.

Unparalleled destruction was about to begin.

The giant axe fell, and heads flew.

The victory of this battle was secured. At this moment, what was frustrating was that there were no screams, no cries of fear, no wavering.

There were only the endless waves of bandits surrounding him.

【Experience +1】

【Experience +1】

"Not bad, at least there's experience."

Soon after, the last bandit leader fell before Xiao Yang, and the large camp returned to silence.

Little Bone emerged from the shadows and began collecting the extra materials. Xiao Yang wouldn't be so extravagant as to waste them. He would also rummage through every fallen bandit's corpse later.

But before that, Xiao Yang needed to open a chest first.

The chest in this large bandit camp wasn't the kind of crude, slapdash, randomly pieced-together wooden junk. Instead, it was a higher-grade item with iron edges and rivets.

Opening the chest revealed some bullets, some gold coins, and a bottle of extremely clear brown wine.

【Aged Wheatfield Vodka

Quality: Excellent

Effect: Dispels cold, high-speed recovery

Introduction: This is a bottle of vodka produced by Wheatfield Town that has been aged for many years, and it is extremely rare.】

This came at the right time. Xiao Yang was worrying about not having a good bottle of wine when he went to drink with Redbeard in a few days.

However, just this one bottle in hand wasn't quite good enough in terms of quality. Since this large camp could produce this excellent quality Wheatfield Vodka, he was curious if the source of the bandits would have an even higher quality wine.

He didn't need anything too good, an epic bottle would be perfect.

Putting away the bottle of vodka, Xiao Yang finally had the time to shift his gaze to the guy hanging high to one side.

Untying the ropes and lowering the cage, as the cage was slowly lowered, the appearance of the creature imprisoned inside was finally seen clearly by Xiao Yang.

He was quite ugly.

Hunchbacked, wearing a simple black robe, the surface of his skin seemed to have mutated, with short, hard black hairs growing out. He didn't look like a person, but rather like a humanoid giant rat.

At this moment, this guy was extremely excited.

"Sir Knight! Master! Quickly let me out!"

Opening his mouth with such words immediately left Xiao Yang a little speechless.

"Huh?"

"Master?"

"Yes, yes, you saved Baruk from these guys, you are Baruk's master!"

"Powerful master, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I would have been captured by these guys and raised as a meat pig!"

Without directly releasing this extremely excited guy from the iron cage, Xiao Yang questioned him.

"Meat pig?"

"Yes, a meat pig. These monsters will capture people and raise them like pigs."

"Do you know why they do this?"

"I don't know, I'm just a not-so-powerful pickpocket, and I don't know why these monsters do this."

"Let me out, master, let me out, great master, poor Baruk has been locked in this iron cage for three days!"

To be fair, the rat-man Baruk in this cage was more like a monster than these bandits.

"Do you remember why you became like this?"

When Xiao Yang's question came, the rat-man Baruk didn't answer, but a great fear appeared on his face, and he closed his mouth, unwilling to say anything.

Should he let him out?

After a brief moment of thought, Xiao Yang made a decision. He reached out and pulled open the small iron cage. With ease, the cage twisted and deformed, a gap torn open by Xiao Yang's actions.

Baruk was released.

The moment he was freed, the hunched-over dwarf immediately knelt down, shuffling on his knees towards Xiao Yang's boots. As he approached, he raised his head, ready to prostrate himself violently.

Xiao Yang was startled by this action, jumping back as if propelled by a spring. It wasn't clear if he was frightened by Baruk's ugly approach or by the exaggerated prostration.

Admittedly, the scene was a bit frightening. He saw Baruk open his mouth, revealing a set of yellowed and blackened teeth, as if he was about to lick his foot.

"What are you doing!"

It was hard to imagine that Xiao Yang, the same man who had just single-handedly overturned this large bandit camp, slaughtering so many that the ground ran red with blood, a monstrous figure drenched in crimson, could be so startled by Baruk's actions that his voice rose several octaves, trembling.

Xiao Yang's avoidance, however, only made Baruk more confused and frightened.

"Did I do something wrong? Please don't kill me! Great Knight Sir! Great Master!"

The little guy knelt on the ground and began to kowtow violently.

Seeing this, a helpless expression appeared on Xiao Yang's face.

What on earth was this?

He covered his head.

Nearby, Little Bone, who had just finished looting, was also watching. Xiao Yang and Little Bone exchanged a glance.

The little guy displayed a pure, blank confusion.

This guy, Baruk, who looked like a humanoid rat, was still wailing and howling.

Xiao Yang was starting to regret it, regretting letting this guy out.

He roared impatiently.

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"Stop it! Or I'll kick your ass until it's烂!"

Instantly, the guy stopped his movements.

"Alright! Tell me what you know!"

At that moment, Xiao Yang saw the same pure confusion in this guy's eyes as he saw in Little Bone's.

His lips twitched violently.

"Then what are you good at?"

This time, there was finally no more of that pure confusion.

"I can steal things!"

The guy said carefully, raising his hand.

"So, a thief."

"Are you sure you want to follow me?"

"Yes!"

"Do you know where Windmill Town is?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me about the information there."

Once again, pure, foolishness.

"Alright, alright, if you want to work for me, then go to Windmill Town. I'll visit there soon. If you want to work for me, prepare some information."

"Go away, go away!"

Xiao Yang impatiently waved the guy away.

At that moment, Baruk nodded repeatedly, then turned to leave in the direction Xiao Yang had come from.

Turning his back, the guy no longer had that blank look. A hint of cunning appeared on his face, making him look even more like a rat.

Just as he was about to run away.

Suddenly, a voice called out to him.

"Wait a moment!"

His body stiffened even more. He turned his head, only to be greeted not by Xiao Yang wielding his giant axe, but by a bag of tossed jerky.

Xiao Yang knew that this guy wasn't really cooperating. Master this, Knight Sir that, were just words.

He had a proper faction system. If this guy truly wanted to serve him as his master, then the God's game would have a pop-up window.

Despite the guy's dedicated performance, he had already given himself away as soon as he opened his mouth.

So, why let him go?

Regarding this question.

One could only say, why not let him go? He wasn't really some kind of evil demon king, terrifying knight, or world-destroying devil.

When the bandits were about to fire the cannon, Baruk had reminded him, so he let him out. When he asked questions, Baruk gave answers, so he gave him a bag of jerky as a reward.

As for Baruk's unwillingness to speak, then he just wouldn't speak. It wasn't to the point where he had to chop him up.

Also, about this master or not, since this guy insisted on putting on this act, then he would just play along.

In this damned world, it was good to have one more guy he could communicate with.

Xiao Yang wasn't a difficult guy to get along with. He was the savior.

But this behavior made it somewhat difficult for Baruk to understand.

He paused, clutching the bag of jerky in his hand. Turning back, the terrifying crimson knight waved at him.

Soon after, the guy hurried away.

Xiao Yang also began the work he hadn't finished.

Searching for the various small scraps that had fallen from the bandits on the ground.

Squatting down, he carefully began to search the corpses. Halfway through, he suddenly smacked himself on the head.

He had chopped them up too much. They were scattered all over the place, making it inconvenient to search the corpses.

"I need to pay attention next time!"

He said to himself in annoyance.

On a messy, bloody battlefield, a tall crimson knight squatted on the ground carefully arranging corpse fragments, then suddenly smacked himself on the head.

This scene…

To some extent, Xiao Yang couldn't blame others for being wary of him. From every perspective, he didn't look like a righteous person.

He was so evil that he was glowing.

No, he was already glowing! Glowing crimson!