Tyrant Simulator

Tyrant Simulator!

It sounds like a ridiculous gacha system from some pay-to-win online game...

The situation is critical, and Luke has no choice but to try anything, hoping that this "golden touch" can be used to save Lana.

"Summoning System...Activate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling blue light flashed in his head, exceptionally bright.

Ding!

Congratulations, host, you have successfully summoned a tyrant!

However, the room was silent, as if nothing had happened.

"One...two!"

At that moment, the tax collector outside the window began to loudly announce the numbers, his white and sharp teeth looking particularly frightening; the girl's cries struck Luke's heart like a heavy hammer.

Damn it! Where is the "Tyrant" I summoned? If it doesn't appear soon, Lana will...

Before the word "three" could be uttered, the earth suddenly trembled.

Hundreds of horses on the grassland began to become restless, neighing and galloping wildly in all directions... Even the tax collectors' mounts struggled incessantly, and no matter how the tax soldiers pulled on the reins, they could not calm them down.

The tax collector had no choice but to sheath his sword and turn to look at the open field behind him…

At that moment, smoke and dust billowed over the area, and it seemed as if a huge, dark mass was slowly moving towards them.

"What is that?" a tax collector screamed.

As the "group" drew near, it turned out to be hundreds of enormous, bloated, ugly, and bald ogres. They were bound together with tattered animal hides, held together by rusted iron rings... The entire earth trembled with their roars!

The leader of the ogres was particularly tall, with a bare upper body, dressed in chains, and a large iron hook hanging from each shoulder. His eyes were full of arrogance and conceit.

An immense sense of oppression spread, making it almost impossible for everyone present to breathe.

"Panic...what's the panic!"

The tax collector struggled to keep his hands from trembling and tried to calmly encourage the soldiers.

"They're just a bunch of ogres out looking for food. There are plenty of them in the wilderness... Our High Elves ancestors made their fortune by killing ogres!"

Remember, the chainmail you wear is infused with mithril, making you invincible and unstoppable! Go forth and slaughter them all!

Under the "comforting" words of the elven commander, the cavalrymen mounted their horses, blindfolded them with white cloths, and launched a fierce charge against the ogres!

"Looks like lunch is going to be human again."

The ogre leader grinned maliciously, a playful expression on his face: "Human flesh is too salty... I don't like to eat it!"

[Person: Idi Amin]

Race: Ogre

[Brutality Index: ★★★★★★]

Combat Power Rating: ★★★★

Strategy Index: ★★

[Starting unit: Ogre Hunter]

[Starting Reward: Ogre Tribes *2 (approximately 100 ogres per tribe)]

Idi Amin?

That "Marble," one of the "three great tyrants of Africa," weighing over 200 pounds, is Uganda's most cruel, absurd, and inhumane president!

Luke looked at the enormous figure outside the window and swallowed hard.

The legends about Amin "eating people" are not only horrifying, but also quite detailed... Unexpectedly, what was summoned was actually a cannibal!

The cavalrymen roared in, their sabers flashing like lightning.

However, their attack only fueled the ferocity and fighting spirit of these ogre hunters.

Ogre Hunter

Rarity: N

[Attack]: B

[Defense]: C

[Speed]: B

[Range]: C

[Accuracy]: C

[Battery Life]: D

[Equipment]: Animal hide clothing, flail or large wooden club

The enormous belly wrapped in animal hide seemed to be able to withstand all harm, and the ogres remained unscathed.

Before the warhorses could even gallop past, the crude flails in their hands were already swirling in the wind!

The knight struck coughed up blood, was thrown into the air along with his horse, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Watching his tax collectors being slaughtered by the ogres like slicing vegetables, the tax collector was terrified and stared blankly as they approached like a small mountain...

As Amin walked past, the high elf felt his legs go weak and, with a "thump," he unwittingly knelt down on the ground.

However, Amin didn't even glance at him, and went straight to the chieftain's hut, where he respectfully bowed.

"Idi Amin greets his master."

The wooden door creaked open.

Luke emerged from the cabin. Everyone stared at him—the villagers, the ogres, and the high elves kneeling on the ground.

The high elf looked up, and upon seeing that Luke was a young human male, he was momentarily stunned, but then seemed to regain his confidence: "You, you lowly humans... Lord Na'vi will surely send troops to raze this place to the ground!"

"I called them," Luke said.

The High Elves were stunned.

"These ogres are what I summoned." His voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard him. "If you want revenge, come to me."

The high elf opened his mouth, glanced at Armin, then at Luke, but didn't utter a single word.

Luke bent down to wipe away Lana's tears, and casually removed the metal ring from her nose. The little girl touched her nose, as if experiencing the weight of a nose without the ring for the first time.

Luke stood up and looked at the silent villagers.

"I know what you're thinking... You're thinking, this outsider caused trouble, why should we suffer along with him?"

No one speaks.

Luke continued, "So I'm not asking you to come with me. But I have something to tell you—"

He pointed to the wild land to the north.

"There is land, resources, and dignity over there, and naturally, all sorts of terrifying monsters... but there is no oppression from the High Elves."

There, no one will force you to give up farming to raise horses, and no one will cut off your children's hands.

Those who wish to be free citizens, follow me.

He left with a single sentence and led Amin and the other cannibals northward.

"I'll go with you!"

Roger picked up his daughter and shouted first, "Instead of being slaughtered here, let's go fight our way up in the mountains!"

He was quite popular among the younger generation, and Parker and other young people agreed with him; the older ones hesitated and couldn't help but look to the clan chief Hagen.

Hagen hesitated for a long time before finally making a difficult decision: "Luke, if we go to the Wildlands, will your... your ogre friends protect us?"

Luke nodded: "After we leave here, we'll be family."

Hagen was relieved and shouted to the crowd behind him, "Folks, the tax collection team has been wiped out in our village, and the high elves will not let us go! The only way to survive now is to follow Lord Luke..."

Seeing that even the unruly ogres obeyed Luke, the villagers nodded silently, knowing that what he said was true, and for a moment they all had the idea of ​​leaving.

Upon seeing this, the tax collector cursed, "You worthless wretch! How dare you resist paying taxes and flee! I'll report this when I get back..."

"Don't worry, you can't go back!"

"Luke said coldly, while giving Armin a wink."

Amin immediately understood, revealing a cruel smile, and ordered his men to erect two tall logs and drive them deep into the ground.

The villagers didn't understand why they were doing this; they just watched curiously.

The wooden stake was erected, and Amin grabbed his shoulders with both hands, removed the pair of giant claws connected to the iron chains, and swung them fiercely at the tax collector!

With a painful scream, the iron claw pierced the tax collector's collarbone, leaving him a bloody mess.

The iron chain was nailed to the top of the wooden stake. Ignoring the man's cries of agony, Amin hoisted him into the air, blood dripping down and spreading across the ground...

Thinking of how much they had been bullied by him, the villagers initially felt a sense of satisfaction. However, when they saw his pitiful state as he lay dying, apart from Ah Ming still enjoying his "masterpiece," the others couldn't bear to look any longer and silently went back to their houses to pack their things.

As the entire village packed their bags and prepared to set off with their horses and livestock, Hagen took one last, complex look at the land before instructing his two sons to set fire to all the thatched huts.

The raging fire grew ever stronger, while the high elves' wails grew fainter and fainter.

With two hundred cannibals leading the way, Luke led three thousand villagers on a journey to find a new home.

At that moment, a cold voice rang in my ears:

Ding!

[Host's ruled population: 3249/5000]

[Accepted Idi Armin's exclusive Tyrant quest - Establish 1 outpost]

[Mission Reward: Activate the next tier of unit - Ogre Heavy Spearman]