Tyrant Simulator

On the shores of Daze Lake, battle flags fluttered in the wind, and the camp stood in imposing array.

Bloodhoof's army was stationed here, its forces aimed directly at the Water Marsh Tribe, one of the three tribes.

Chief Piq was enjoying a roasted lamb leg in his tent.

Although he had arrived here long ago, he hesitated to attack, wanting to wait for Attila in the east to send out his troops first so that he could reap the benefits.

At this moment, a scout came to report.

"Chief, a cavalry force is attacking from the east, but it's not from the three tribes... it seems to be Attila's troops!"

Piqué was secretly delighted: "Attila is indeed a trustworthy man! But why isn't he attacking the three tribes? What's he doing here... Let's go out and take a look!"

Just in case, Chief Pike mobilized all his troops and left the camp fully armed.

Sure enough, a centaur force of over a thousand men arrived from the east, arrayed in perfect formation, with Attila's banner faintly visible in the distance.

The Bloodhoof Army stopped a hundred paces away from the front of the formation.

Just as Pique was wondering what was going on, an arrow with a sheepskin strapped to it was suddenly shot at him from the opposite direction. He quickly deflected it, and suddenly everything went black.

By the chieftain of the Bloodhoof tribe, the three tribes of the Great Swamp, in accordance with divine decree, have voluntarily joined the ranks of the people of the River Bend, submitting for generations to come and never rebelling.

I hope that Your Excellency will restore the old friendship with the three tribes, cease hostilities and leave, and never set foot on my territory again, so as not to damage the harmony between the two sides.

—Attila, son of the goddess, reincarnation of the centaur progenitor, and leader of the centaurs of the Reach and the Great Swamp.

Enraged, Pique tore the sheepskin to shreds: "That bastard! He promised to divide the three parts; after tricking me into sending troops, he reaped the benefits and became the ruler of all three... Attila, I will never let you get away with this!"

Seeing that there were only about a thousand men on the other side, Pique waved his hand and ordered his entire army to attack, determined to swallow Attila and his cavalry whole!

Four thousand iron cavalry charged like a tidal wave, trampling the earth; while Attila led only his own thousand-strong cavalry to meet the enemy head-on.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters...

The enemy was drawing ever closer. Attila mentally calculated the distance, then his gaze sharpened: "Now... Brothers, retreat!"

The three chieftains and Luke were watching the battle from a high vantage point. When they saw the thousand cavalrymen turn their horses around and retreat, they became very anxious and whispered among themselves.

"What's the panic!" Luke shouted. "Open your eyes wide and look again!"

The three were taken aback for a moment, then quietly looked towards the battlefield.

Attila's rangers did not flee in disarray, but retreated in an orderly fashion; in contrast, the deeper the Bloodhoof army pursued, the more scattered their originally dense cavalry formation became.

"Brothers, let's show the Bloodhoof centaurs what we're made of!"

The next second, the rangers began to draw their bows and nock their arrows, launching a rapid volley of arrows at the enemy behind them.

The "kite tactic," which involves feigning defeat before turning around and firing, was Attila's forte.

This tactic may seem simple, but it places extremely high demands on the general's command ability, the cavalry's physical fitness, and even the army's organization. A slight misstep could lead to a real rout.

Relying on their superior speed and longer-range arrows, the Rangers consistently maintained a lead over the Bloodhoof Army; meanwhile, their arrows rained down like locusts, reaping wave after wave of enemy lives.

Even if the Bloodhoof army tried to draw their bows to retaliate, their arrows could not catch up with the swift hooves of the rangers.

Under Attila's "teasing," the enemy's fighting spirit was gradually worn down...

As the Bloodhoof tribe pursued them to the valley, the stirring sound of horns echoed across the battlefield.

Two thousand human cavalry, led by Rogue and Parker, attacked from the left and right flanks, cutting the Bloodhoof Army in half.

The scimitar, like a crescent moon, sliced ​​through the sky, and also slit the throats of both men and horses…

Seeing that the cavalry was about to reach their rear, a Bloodhoof guard hurriedly said to Pike, "Chief, there's an ambush here! We'd better retreat quickly!"

Knowing that his side's morale was low and victory was impossible, Pique could only sigh inwardly and give the order to retreat.

After leaving behind the corpses of hundreds of men and horses, the Bloodhoof tribe finally fled the battlefield in disarray…

Although they were somewhat humiliated, they managed to preserve their main force and, upon returning to the west bank of the Great Swamp, were not about to be swallowed up by other covetous tribes.

Attila led his army in triumph, and the three chieftains were overjoyed, offering their congratulations.

He waved his hand dismissively: "It's just that we repelled Pike once, nothing to be happy about. The Bloodhoof Clan could come back to fight us at any time."

Seeing the worried expressions on the three chieftains' faces, Attila smiled and said, "But you don't need to worry too much... As long as I'm here, no one will dare to invade the Three Great Swamp Tribes!"

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In the heart of the Great Grassland, cannibals tirelessly carried large logs; men hammered and pounded away, building high-walled wooden fortresses.

After Bloodhoof's defeat, Attila was busy conscripting and reorganizing the three tribes of Rotten Moss, Broken Tail, and Water Marsh, absorbing a large number of young and strong men from the tribes and greatly expanding his horse army to three thousand five or six hundred horses.

Luke then sent people to the area to garrison troops and build a city; at the same time, he also relocated a large number of residents to the area, thus expanding the human race's new base.

At that moment, Luke, who was organizing the construction of the house, heard a notification sound in his mind again:

Ding!

[Congratulations, host, on completing Attila's exclusive Tyrant quest: Devour 3 Centaur tribes 3/3]

The Centaur Raider has now been activated, and you have also obtained the corresponding weapon and equipment blueprints, armor plate stamping dies, training manuals, and a series of other supporting facilities.

[Accepted the next level 1 Tyrant quest from Attila - Achieve 1/3 victory in 3 battles]

[Mission Reward: Activate new unit type - Centaur Heavy Cavalry]

Ding!

[Current population under host's control: 18856/50000, Remaining summoning attempts: 1 - Summon now?]

Luke was taken aback: Before he knew it, the population under his rule had exceeded 15,000... It seems that he is one step closer to liberating humanity.

"Then... summon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue light flashed in his head as always.

Ding!

Congratulations, host, you have successfully summoned a tyrant!

This time, however, the situation was not as turbulent as before, with the heavens and earth trembling.

"Ahem, Mr. Luke..."

Who, who is calling me?

Luke looked around but didn't see a single person.

"Please look down."

Luke slowly lowered his head and saw about twenty green-skinned monsters, each less than half a person's height, with pointed ears, sharp teeth, and ugly appearances.

The man in the lead, dressed in a suit and wearing a top hat, stood up straight and saluted Luke with a grin.

[Person: Mobutu]

Race: Goblin

[Brutality Index: ★]

Combat Power Index: ★

Strategy Index: ★★★★

[Starting unit: Goblin Peon]

[Starting Reward: Goblin Merchant Guild *1]

[Accepted the Montgomery exclusive quest - Earned 1000 gold coins 0/1]

[Mission Reward: Activate the next tier of unit - Goblin Engineer]

Mobutu? Another one of the "three great tyrants of Africa"!

Calling him a "tyrant" is actually a bit unfair.

Although Mobutu established a "poisonous vegetable" rule in the Democratic Republic of Congo, his main problems stemmed from greed and corruption.

As one of Africa's most corrupt "parasites," Mobutu embezzled state assets, forcibly nationalized foreign companies, and lined his own pockets.

While his people struggled on the brink of starvation, he frequently chartered the luxurious Concorde to take his family shopping in Paris, indulging in extravagant spending.

His personal wealth is estimated at $50 billion, equivalent to the country's total foreign debt!

Emulator... have you given me a "corrupt official"?