Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

But the remaining black shadow was already very close, so he could only pick up the shotgun and hit the opponent's head hard.

But as he got closer, Hubble was about to despair.

Black slaves, these are all black slaves.

If the distance is increased, he is confident enough to kill these bastards one by one.

If the opponent has one or two less, he can counterattack.

But the distance was too close, and there were still three black slaves intact, so there was almost no chance of survival in close combat.

Hubble was desperate, but did not give up the fight.

There is still a chance of survival if you give it a try, otherwise you are really dead.

The black slave screamed strangely. Although Hubble couldn't understand it, he could feel the other party's excitement and anger.

But he was no longer in the mood to delve deeper.

"Go to hell, niggas."

He hugged one of the black slaves and rolled him on the ground, making the other two black slaves worry and not dare to attack easily.

"ah!!"

At this moment, Tool Mo, whom Hubble thought was dead, suddenly got up and gave a black slave of the same skin color a hard blow.

No one thought that Tool Mo lying on the ground was still alive and still had fighting power.

"Kill, Master. I'll help you kill him."

Tool silently raised the ax and chopped down the dazed black slave to the ground.

By surprise, this small-scale battle ended easily.

When he killed the black slave who was entangled with him with the help of Toolmo, Hubble felt his heart beating violently, as if he had died.

Looking at Tool Mo holding an ax next to him, he saw that there was an arrow on the other person's chest and fur.

This was the damaged fur left behind after killing a wild wolf that broke into the farm. Because the damage was so severe, there was no market at all in a place like the colony. It was eventually used as clothing by Toolmo.

Unexpectedly, he indirectly saved his life at a critical moment.

Of course, it was also the bows and arrows made by the black slaves that had poor lethality, otherwise the tools would be cold and the bodies would be cold. "

"Thank God."

Hubble calmed down and stood up weakly. He had just exerted too much force and his legs were still a little weak.

After he stood up, he took the tools and silently walked towards the direction where the black slaves were ambush.

Sure enough, there was a black slave lying on the ground holding a bow and arrow.

That shot hit the opponent's calf, so he was not dead yet.

Hubble was overjoyed and quickly asked his tools to question him silently: "Ask them about their origins."

In a short period of time, he had thought of a way to make a fortune.

Tool Mo didn't know what his master was thinking, so he interrogated him honestly.

He was even more ruthless towards his own people.

Because he refused to cooperate, Tool Mo took a branch and pounded it into the other party's wound, stirring it fiercely.

The black slave who had been cursing him fainted from the pain, was forced to wake up again, and soon told the story.

Hubble had heard the shouts in the distance and was too late.

"Give him a good time."

He didn't have time to ask about the specific torture situation, so he gritted his teeth and chose to kill and silence.

Tool Mo killed the injured black slave with a sharp blow of his axe.

The blood splashed onto Hubble's face, and it was still hot.

He was completely calm.

In this land, black slaves are also a kind of wealth, a black gold mine in another sense.

So Hubble chose to hide the thought that came to him at that moment.

When he stood up, he saw several torches in the distance.

The soldiers at the nearby sentry post raised their guns and asked from a distance: "How is it? Who is it?"

"I, Hubble.

A group of wandering black slaves, I have beaten them to death. "

Hubble raised his hands to show that he was not aggressive.

In this hellish place, it is normal for the militiamen to maintain necessary vigilance.

The familiar voice made the militiamen point their guns at the ground and quickly approach.

Five corpses were lying on the ground, which made people tremble when they saw them.

It's not like the militiamen have never killed people before, but seeing only two people in Hubble was a thrill.

It was dark and ambushed, so it was good to be alive.

"You are so lucky, these black slaves must be very hungry and ready to kill you for meat."

After a simple exploration, no one delved into the details at all.

Not to mention that the other party took the initiative to ambush, so what if Hubble did it maliciously?

A group of indigenous people in the wilderness should find a lawyer to defend him?

But Hubble suddenly became famous. Emerald Town is not big, so there are fewer such things.

Even the mayor came to visit in person and expressed his appreciation for Hubble's bravery.

Hubble waited until the house was quiet before asking the people who had experienced the incident together about the torture situation.

The result also excited him. There was a small black slave tribe near Emerald Town.

Nowadays, an adult black slave on the market is worth two or three gold coins. If it can be domesticated, it will start with at least seven or eight gold coins.

Shipped locally, the value is higher.

A small tribe means an income of hundreds of gold coins.

He had to farm for ten years without eating or drinking to earn this kind of income.

Before the founding of the empire, a knight could not earn so much in more than a year.

Wealth is so exciting that Hubble is so jealous that he almost loses his mind.

Of course, he couldn't eat a small tribe by himself.

But the colonies never lacked men who dared to take risks.

It just so happened that several new immigrants who farmed with him all had dreams of getting rich overnight.

After quietly contacting two new immigrants with relatively good relationships, Hubble easily convinced them.

Then he used a small amount of funds and went to the town to replenish some weapons.

The three of them took their tool-murderers and found an excuse to leave the town.

They didn't want to hide it for too long. When they captured the black slaves and came back, people would know about it.

Getting rich has never been a sin.

Hubble was not afraid of others' jealousy.

There were six muters in the group of three people, and the three imperial citizens were all equipped with hunting rifles and pistols.

The six muters were all equipped with cold weapons and had strong combat effectiveness.

The only exception was that Hubble's tool-murderer was equipped with a long gun.

The other two complained a little, but Hubble convinced them by showing the other party's record.

Of course, the most important reason was Hubble's uneasiness.

He accounted for half of the harvest this time because he provided intelligence and initiated this slave hunting operation.

The other two had no objection.

But people's hearts are unpredictable, and who knows if there will be other conflicts at that time.

One more person holding a gun is a deterrent.

In the final analysis, strength determines everything.

This young slave hunting team quietly set off, and according to the confession obtained by the tool-murderer, they stumbled to find the location of the small tribe.

What Hubble feared the most was that if the tribe migrated in the last two days, everything would be lost.

After all, with five slaves missing, the tribe might feel in danger.

After searching for a week, just when he thought his worries had become a reality, he finally got something.

A slave hunting team appeared in the sight of the slave hunting team.

Hubble was so excited that he almost jumped up, but fortunately he curbed his excitement for fear of attracting the attention of the slave hunting team.