Tyrant Simulator

Myrcella looked back and saw a somewhat sleazy-looking centaur standing at the noodle stall across the street, eagerly hawking his wares.

Behind them, iron ore was piled up like mountains.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she walked forward calmly to examine the mineral samples. Sure enough, each one was of excellent quality, which aroused her great suspicion.

"Dear Miss...would you like to buy something?"

Upon seeing a guest arrive, Bill quickly asked.

"Yes, my professor asked me to buy some materials to take back and experiment with."

While pretending to examine the samples, Messiah casually asked, "Uncle, are you from the Hun River region? Your centaur tribe has always been nomadic and lacks iron tools... Why are you out here selling iron?"

"Well..."

Bill's eyes darted around, and he grinned obsequiously, "Miss, you may not know this, but our camp is right on an iron ore mine, and even the river we cross is rusty red!"

Messiah didn't expose this nonsense, but just smiled and said, "Then I really must congratulate you on getting a secure job, Uncle... These samples are all quite good, I'll take them all!"

Having said that, he tossed Bill an Imperial gold coin.

Although this gold coin is small, it could buy at least six lambs at the market price at the time.

Bill quickly accepted the package, beaming from ear to ear: "Alright, I'll pack it up and deliver it to your residence right away..."

"There's no rush. It's just that these samples might not be enough... Does your tribe have any other iron ore? Take me back to see, and I'll decide how much to buy."

Upon hearing that she wanted to go back with him, Bill immediately shook his head vigorously.

"That won't do. Our chief hates strangers the most; he'll definitely kill me if you go."

It seems this group of people is quite cautious, not as greedy as I imagined.

Seeing that he wouldn't fall for it, Messiah could only shrug and say, "Well, there's nothing I can do about it then. Just remember to bring more ore to the market next time... As for this iron ore, just send it to White Deer Castle."

Seeing that she had left, Bill finally breathed a sigh of relief: Luckily, he managed to control himself at the crucial moment... He almost blurted out his agreement.

Once sold out, pack up and close the stall.

Bill hummed a little tune, pushed his cart, and strode away from the market.

After handing the ore over to the guards at White Deer Fort, he turned back north with a light heart.

Little did he know that in the woods behind him, Messiah was silently watching him: This centaur is too suspicious. I have a feeling he's connected to the case. I can't let him get away!

However, Lord Neville wouldn't allow her to go to the Wildlands, and Foxy certainly wouldn't...

So she decided to go alone into the dangerous wilderness without telling anyone—it was crazy, but she had no other choice.

They followed Bill on horseback for several miles without him noticing.

As they were about to cross the border of the empire, Messiah felt a little uneasy.

This was her first time leaving her homeland and venturing into the wilderness... Her long, slender, white fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the reins.

In a daze, Bill suddenly stopped.

Messiah was startled and immediately dismounted, lying prone in the grass, not daring to move: Could it be that he had discovered him?

Bill whistled a long whistle, and a falcon suddenly swooped down from the sky and landed on his shoulder.

The falcon let out two strange cries.

Bill wrote a note, tied it to the eagle's leg, and then released it.

Strange... what is he doing?

Messiah was somewhat puzzled, but he had no choice but to patiently continue watching.

When her legs were almost numb from climbing, she finally saw a crowd of people in the grass ahead.

A slave escort team of three or four hundred people slowly approached from the southeast.

So it was to tip off their master.

Messiah breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up when a hand pressed down on her shoulder from behind.

"Who are you?"

Messiah froze.

It was a young man's voice, deep, calm, and devoid of any emotion.

Messiah slowly turned his head and saw a young human face with a look of vicissitude in his eyes... and even a hint of detachment.

Just then, nearly a hundred human riders appeared on the horizon and charged in.

To make a living on the grasslands, humans absolutely cannot do without horses.

Through market trade, horse breeding, and wild capture and taming, the number of warhorses kept in the wooden fortress has increased from several hundred to three thousand, enough for Luke to form a formidable cavalry force.

Seeing that the escort team had been intercepted, the riders launched a one-sided massacre of the slave owner's servants.

Her heart was in turmoil, and she had a premonition that she was getting close to the truth…

"You did it, didn't you? The killing of the tax collectors, the massacre of the tanneries... these recent major events, weren't they all your doing?"

A flicker of emotion crossed Luke's eyes, but he did not answer Messiah. Instead, he bound her hands and feet with rope.

"Come with me."

He placed Messiah on a horse and slowly descended the slope.

At this moment, the escort team down the slope was completely under human control.

"From this day forward, you are free men!" Luke announced loudly.

The slaves, freed from their handcuffs and shackles, wept with joy.

"You robbed the escort team... just for this? To be a hero?" Messiah asked, looking puzzled.

Just as Luke was about to answer, a sharp horn sounded in his ear.

An elven patrol spotted them and prepared to charge Luke.

"It seems the patrols sent by Lord Na'vi are actually quite useful..."

Messiah's anxious heart was finally at ease.

She shrugged at Luke: "Give up, you guys are no match for the regular army. Untie yourself, let me go talk to them for you..."

Before she could finish speaking, a finger had already sealed her cherry lips.

"You're so noisy..."

Luke remained calm: "You think I don't know Neville has sent patrols to search? Let me show you what we free men are capable of!"

The patrol consisted of a mix of 200 infantrymen and 100 cavalrymen. As they approached in force, the infantry and cavalry gradually separated.

"Now's the time! Attack!"

Rogge, standing beside him, also sounded the horn.

The earth began to tremble.

On the northern horizon, a dark mass of figures appeared.

That's... a cannibal?

Messiah stared in astonishment at what lay ahead: hundreds of ogres, arranged in three neat rows, advanced like a wall, charging toward the elven patrol's infantry who had fallen behind.

The first row wore heavy iron breastplates and held two giant battle axes that gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

【Ogre Berserker】

[Rarity]: SR

[Attack]: A

[Defense]: A

[Speed]: B

[Range]: D

[Accuracy]: B

[Battery Life]: C

[Equipment]: Faceless Great Helmet, Half-body Iron Breastplate, Heavy Battle Axe *2

More than thirty berserkers roared excitedly and launched a "berserk" charge from the rear, slashing left and right.

Even though the elves were wearing metal armor mixed with mithril, they were no match for such a rapid and powerful attack... The infantry formation was instantly torn open.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third rows of ogre heavy spearmen charged in, their spears forming a forest, pointing diagonally to the sky.

Heavy spearmen surged into the breach breach created by the berserkers, their dense array of spears relentlessly thrusting and expanding their gains…

Seeing that his infantry formation was about to be routed, the patrol captain had no choice but to abandon Luke, who was right next to him, and lead his cavalry to turn around and rescue him.

However, the bugle sounded again.

Two hundred centaur rangers charged out from the left and right flanks.

At this moment, the elves separated their infantry and cavalry, their formation scattered... These natural-born cavalrymen, relying on their superior mobility, launched a fierce attack on the weak points of the enemy formation.

Smoke billowed and dust rose, and iron hooves thundered.

As they approached the enemy, Attila ordered his men to fire arrows, causing initial casualties.

When they were within twenty or thirty meters, the men and horses abandoned their bows and arrows, drew their nomadic scimitars, and charged into the enemy ranks. After entering the enemy formation, they did not engage in prolonged combat, but instead quickly slipped out from the other side and widened the distance again.

They repeatedly attacked, each time only killing enemy troops exposed outside the formation; once the enemy formed a defensive line, the centaurs would immediately retreat and flee, allowing the ogres behind them to continue to wear down the enemy.

In just half an hour, the patrol team's morale finally collapsed completely, and deserters began to appear.

Now is the time for the cavalry to truly unleash their power!

Attila was overjoyed at the sight and immediately led his rangers to pursue and kill the fleeing soldiers, using their high mobility.

Heavy infantry were responsible for assaulting enemy positions and breaking through from the front; cavalry would flank and encircle the enemy to provide support...

Combining the monsters' powerful individual combat abilities, Luke's tactics, though simple and brutal, were absolutely effective!

Seeing the patrol's miserable state, Messiah was speechless: these patrol soldiers were among the best in the local army, yet they were so easily defeated by these monster troops!

Her gaze shifted to Luke, and her heart skipped a beat: Could it all be because of this human?

To transform a group of monsters who only knew how to kill into such a high level of organization and combat power, turning them into an "iron army"!

Humans are definitely not the "hairless monkeys" or "lower animals" in the eyes of those arrogant superiors... My guess was right after all—

They are capable of fostering advanced civilizations!