"Puch."
An unpleasant sound that penetrates the flesh.
Oak's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth, drowning his words in blood foam.
Carl pulled his hand out suddenly, taking his heart with him, and blood splattered everywhere.
The middle-aged man next to him was so frightened by this sudden change that he sat down on the ground and shouted in a trembling voice: "No... don't come over!"
Karl didn't even look at him, but turned to Hill who was also stunned: "Are there other people in their delegation?"
Hill finally came back to her senses. Her face was extremely ugly, but she still answered truthfully: "There are more than ten guards."
Carl nodded to show that he understood.
He glanced at the middle-aged man shivering on the ground and said coldly: "Then he is useless."
As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his claws into fists, grabbed the envoy's head on the ground, and smashed it against the wall as he screamed.
With a "plop" sound of a watermelon being torn apart, blood mixed with white splattered, his screams stopped, and only the pungent smell of blood remained in the room.
Hill's expression became extremely complicated.
She took a deep breath, covered her forehead with her hands, and said helplessly: "You are really in big trouble this time, Karl. I will take my people and leave here."
She was going crazy. Karl took over Wind Chime City and became the lord of two cities.
She is trying to persuade the tribal elders to give Carl more support.
This is what happened.
"No, you don't need to leave." Carl turned around, the ferocious dragon claws in his hand disappeared, and he suddenly hugged Hill's slender waist.
The dark elf's waist was the most flexible among all the female races he had tried.
Hill tried to break free from his restraints, but soon found that his strength seemed to have become stronger again, so he had no choice but to be put on the conference table by him.
"I will kill Oram," Karl said in an unquestionable tone. He reached into her OL skirt, hooked his fingertips on the black stockings, and pulled them hard.
"By then, wealth and land will become the resources that you dark elves rely on for survival. Believe me, Hill."
He thrust forward roughly without any prior preparation.
Hill felt pain. Even though she had experienced this many times before, she was not prepared and Karl's attack was too big. She felt her muscles tear.
"You're a lunatic, Carl, you're going to ruin us all!"
Carl ignored her and kept trying harder and harder. With the strong smell of blood around him, he could clearly feel that the dark elf had done this after the initial interference.
Get into the zone faster than ever before and remove water stains in just a few strokes.
"Your body is more honest than your mouth."
Hill gritted her teeth, anger and greed intertwined in her eyes: "You are a devil."
"Thank you. I'll just take it as a compliment." He lifted her long legs onto his shoulders and pressed her body against the desk.
He used all his strength each time, causing the desk to shake violently.
Her long legs in black stockings were also on Karl's shoulders, shaking with the impact, and one of her high-heeled shoes flew off.
Karl grabbed one of her black silk feet and played with it in his hand.
He could feel that Hill was more moist than usual after his rough treatment.
"Madman...you madman..." Hill narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and his body seemed to fall apart under the impact of Carl Dragon.
Karl put her two long legs in black stockings in a straight line.
The dark elves' physical resilience always amazed him.
Chapter 105: Brushing skill proficiency
Duke Oram's guards stood outside the City Lord's Palace. They were wearing fine iron armor and holding spears. They looked at the guards of the City Lord's Palace with innate arrogance and disdain in their eyes.
These elite soldiers are the face of Duke Oram and the capital used to intimidate the lesser nobles.
Suddenly, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion was opened, and Carl walked out. He was holding a bloody head in his hand. It was the leader of this elite team, Duke Oram's steward Oak.
The man's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe that he would die here until his death.
The middle-aged officer in the lead opened his eyes wide, the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously, and he stared at Karl blankly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
After a brief moment of surprise, anger surged to his cheeks, and he yelled at Karl: “You are crazy!”
Carl threw the head to the ground and raised his right hand. Countless ribbons began to appear, entangled, and finally turned into a giant dragon claw.
The next second, his shadow suddenly disappeared.
Before the middle-aged officer in the lead could gather his thoughts, his vision suddenly went dark.
A huge dragon claw appeared in front of him with tremendous force.
With a deafening "bang!", his entire body flew backwards and fell diagonally to the ground, creating a deep pit and raising dust.
It all happened so fast, in a split second, that the other guards didn't react until their captain was knocked away.
When they looked at the captain in the pit, they saw that his upper body had been completely twisted and deformed under the irresistible force. The originally majestic armor was now like a crumpled piece of paper, rolled up with his flesh and blood, a horrible sight.
"Devil...devil!" a guard shouted in a trembling voice, fear spreading across his face.
Others also screamed, some had a mental breakdown and collapsed on the ground, while others tried to raise their weapons to resist.
Carl clenched his dragon claws into fists, and his figure disappeared again. Every time he appeared, he hammered with great force, smashing to the ground like a meteorite.
Even if the soldiers raised their weapons to resist, they would be smashed to pieces along with their weapons.
There is only extreme violence and power here, and screams come one after another, but as time goes by, the sound becomes smaller and smaller.
The entire square turned into a hellish scene, with blood and fear filling the air.
Carl is like a god of war, and every swing of his dragon claws takes a life.
The smell of blood spread in the air. The guards of the City Lord's Mansion were stunned. Some of them couldn't even hold on to their weapons and let them slide to the ground.
Although they had heard that the city lord was powerful, they were still frightened by the bloody and violent scene before them.
The Duke's Guard, which had been so arrogant just now, was now scattered all over the place and turned into twisted corpses lying on the ground.
The last young guard sat on the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably, unable to move.
There was a puddle of water in front of him, the fear had made him incontinent.
Carl stopped killing, the powerful claw disappeared from his right arm, and he looked down at the young guard with a cold gaze.
"Take this head back and tell Duke Oram that I will break his neck soon."
The young guard opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but extreme fear prevented him from uttering a single word.
Not until Carl turned and left did the guards of the City Lord's Mansion dare to step forward to do the aftermath work. They also kindly helped him chop off the heads of the corpses and pile them together.
However, some of them were smashed to pieces by Carl, causing them to vomit on the ground.
. . .
On the city wall, Karl stood there quietly as the young soldier pushed a cart of skulls and staggered away.
Hill stood beside Carl. After her transparent black stockings were torn by Carl, she threw them away. Her pair of long dark brown legs, barefoot and wearing high heels, looked particularly slender and strong.
Her expression was complicated. "If we offend Duke Oram, the title of the duchy will not be granted, and we will become thieves who illegally occupied two cities in the empire."
Carl smiled and said, "Oh~ Will the Principality send troops to attack us again?"
"The Principality doesn't have that ability. They hope that we can weaken Duke Oram's strength." Hill shook his head: "However, if we don't have a legal identity, anyone can attack us."
Carl placed his hands on the city wall: "It doesn't matter. Our identities are illegal only because we haven't killed enough people. As long as we kill Duke Oram, the emperor will naturally give us legal identities."
Hill was speechless and could only look away. After a while, she suddenly asked, "Why did you kill Duke Oram's messenger?"
This problem seemed to have always troubled her. As she got along with Carl, the evil dragon became a little nervous and would not let go of a female.
But surprisingly, they don't kill innocent people indiscriminately.
Although countless guys who break the law are hanged every day.
But he could obviously kill it at will, yet he gave a reason to kill it. In Hill's opinion, this evil dragon was quite well behaved.
Karl shrugged: "There are not so many reasons. I just don't like that so-called Duke."
He turned to Hill and said, "Mobilize quickly and prepare to meet our enemies."
"No need." Hill shook his head. "It's not easy for the army to march out. Duke Oram will send a team of strong men to behead them. If you can survive, I will lead my people to help you."
The news that Karl had killed Archduke Oram's envoy in the street could not be concealed at all and soon spread throughout the city of San Marino.
As night fell, an unusual quietness spread in the City Lord's Mansion.
Carl keenly noticed that many dark elves disappeared overnight, including Hill's partner, the former city lord's wife Michelle.
Hill looked gloomy, but stayed. There were more than a dozen dark elves behind her. According to Hill, these were her relatives.
He will secretly protect the safety of the City Lord's Mansion in the future.
Not long after, the brave Sylvie walked into the city lord's mansion and found him. She expressed her confusion as to why he inexplicably went to war with a duke. In this regard, Carl did not explain much.
Disappointed, Sylvie chose to leave to travel, and Carl did not try to keep her.
The one who surprised Carl was Aisha.
Aisha knew about Yihu's existence and learned that he directly killed Duke Oram's delegation.
The beautiful sister smiled with interest and chose to stay. According to her, she wanted to see the answer.
Not only the familiar people around him, but also many wealthy businessmen in San Marino left with their families overnight.
On the contrary, fewer civilians leave, after all, they can really survive by building infrastructure here.
Karl didn't care about those who left. He was standing in front of the door of a house full of beautiful half-elf sisters. He knew that Duke Oram would send strong men to behead him.
His top priority now is to gain experience points and upgrade his skills.
Chapter 106 Punishment of Sisters
Lucy is a mixed-race. Her half-elf bloodline makes her very beautiful, but in an environment where mixed-race people are discriminated against, she knows her fate.
She would take her younger sister and, like countless previous generations in the slums, sell their bodies for a meager income.
But the appearance of City Lord Carl changed everything.
Those high-ranking nobles were hanged one by one.
It was like a mountain pressing down on them was destroyed.
The City Lord's Mansion quickly organized a construction team and began to rebuild the city, with working hours strictly controlled to eight hours.
The wages are not high, and the salary is just enough for them to have enough food.
They originally thought that most of their wages would be deducted, as it had always been the case in the past. They felt that the noble lord was being merciful when they could get two out of ten copper coins.
This is the unspoken rule that cannot be broken.
This is also the reality.
The foreman accepted their voluntary respect as before.
Then the next day, she saw the foreman hanging under a tree on the street, his body swaying.
On the third and fourth days, there were more and more corpses hanging on the trees, which attracted a group of crows. The scene was extremely terrifying.
Most of those foremen were powerful guys from the slums, and as expected, they caused a backlash. They joined forces with their families to go to the City Lord's Mansion to put pressure on them.
So Lucy and her sister's work the next day was no longer infrastructure construction, but dragging the corpses to the forest to feed the wild beasts.
Because so many people died during that period, the wild animals in the forest began to become picky about their food.
The corpses that were thrown to feed the wild beasts included former nobles, merchants, civilians, and slaves. They had only one thing in common: they had violated the city of San Marino.
Under the governance of City Lord Carl, no one is special.
When Lucy received her salary, she instinctively took out the copper coins and wanted to give them to her foreman, who knelt down in front of her on the spot.
For the first time, Lucy realized that rules can be broken.
The built houses will be rented to them at extremely low prices, and if they give birth to children, they will also receive free education.
