First Law

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Malik asked in astonishment, he didn't understand why Karen asked himself, behind him were the elders of the Fire Badger tribe, and there were elders, he was just a minor child.

Yes, it's you. Karen smiled kindly, Tell me, can you help me solve this problem?

This, in fact, doesn't take much time at all. The Fire Badger Tribe still has another safe secret road.

Malik! The old Fire Badger in the distance suddenly yelled sharply, but before the voice fell, Spike's ax was already on the opponent's neck.

Karen patted Afraid Malik's shoulder, still smiling gently, Good job, then from now on you will be the leader of the Fire Badger Tribe, and Golden Town will support you.

Malik is completely dumbfounded, boss?

He was still an underage child, turning his head to look at a strong fire badger orc not far away, that was his father, the pride in his eyes, but now his father did not become the leader, but him instead.

He knew it wasn't a joke because Karen would never joke with a normal person.

His eyes slowly swept over his clansmen, was he worried that these people would listen to him?

Is the signboard of Gold Town really that useful?

Suddenly, a cold snort came from behind, and Karen's entire face darkened.

In an instant, all the fire badger orcs came up and called the leader with a smile. Among these people were the elders of the tribe, his elders, and even his brothers, but at this moment it seemed that they had completely changed. In their eyes, some of them were Respect.

Although he is not an adult, he now feels the horror of the people behind him.

What kind of existence is this that can make the tribal creatures fear to such an extent, but he knows better, it seems that as long as he follows this person, these people in the tribe will listen to him and will not bully him again.

Malik called the two playmates to lead the way ahead, and then asked the Fire Badger's men to clear a new passage, so that the convoy could pass temporarily.

It took less than half an hour from the occurrence of the accident to the solution of the problem, and Churchill secretly admired Karen's wrist. If it was him, it would never be so easy.

After the convoy passed through the secret passage, Churchill stepped forward and said in a low voice, Boss, I saw Black Moore. He should be bewitching these tribes. It is estimated that accidents will happen to the caravan in the future.

Karen smiled, and if something happened, he needs to allow it. This batch of goods is his lifeblood, and whether he can provide Ma Mazi with sufficient minerals is the key to the construction of the port.

He didn't give Churchill an answer, and followed the convoy straight forward. He wanted to see what skills these people had.

At this moment, on the wasteland, the three tribal leaders gathered together, and it seemed urgent.

what to do?

Karen personally escorted the team, our tunnels are still going to be bombed.

Why don't you blow it up? The explosives are all buried. As long as this order is completed, we will be able to settle in Desa City by then.

Yeah, what is there to commemorate in this wasteland of Doug fart, maybe there will be a tomorrow if you fight hard.

How about Karen? This person is not easy to mess with. I heard that he just slaughtered a tribe.

Would you like to wait and see?

The three people rushed to talk to each other, and now they are like ants on a hot pot. They promised Hey Moore to play tricks on the tunnel,

I didn't expect Karen to follow him in person. This is the alpha wolf, the controller of the southwest of the wilderness. They are just the leaders of a small tribe.

Not a magnitude at all.

It's okay if it succeeds, but if it fails, Hey Moore won't get any benefit and will be hunted down by Karen. Kabul won't admit that he did it.

It is no exaggeration to say that by then they will be useless in the wasteland.

etc!

The three reached an agreement in an instant, stood still, and then looked at Karen's dynamics. After all, this business route was not a one-time shipment.

A strange scene appeared in the southwest of the wilderness. Often before the convoy arrived, the tribal leader would stand at the end of his tunnel first, as if welcoming a distinguished guest.

But Karen didn't show up at all, and these people didn't dare to disturb them, so they could only respectfully watch the convoy leave.

They were afraid for no reason. The necromancer didn't give him a chance to defend himself. As long as there was a problem in the tunnel and the convoy was delayed, the leader's head fell to the ground and a new one was selected from the tribe.

Regardless of age or seniority, as long as they can help Karen solve the problem, they will be appointed as the new leader.

Golden Town supports you.

These words pierced into the hearts of every wilderness soul like a sharp sword. There is no other sentence in the wasteland that is more convincing than this.

Heymore is hiding in a cave, and not far away is the convoy in the southwest of the wasteland. His mission is to destroy the trade route in the southwest of the wasteland as much as possible. From Kabul's point of view, this is worse than robbing the inner lake.

If Karen is allowed to establish a trade route, then this necromancer may really become the ruler of the southwestern wasteland.

Heymore has a heavy load on his shoulders, and if he can do enough damage, it's a good time for him to show up to Kabul.

But now this group of tribal leaders has become completely useless, Karen is scared to make any movement after killing two people, and now he has to come forward in person.

He checked the magic button again, as long as he pressed it, the tunnel would completely explode, and the team and Karen would be buried in it. At this moment, he didn't even notice it, and his palms were covered with sweat.

Although he strongly denied it, Haymore was still afraid of Karen from the bottom of his heart.

He's here!

Suddenly, the door of the secret room opened, and a group of Pig soldiers rushed in, and tied the chain around his neck without any courtesy.

Hey Moore didn't react at all, what was going on, he soon found out that it was the tribal leader who had been betrayed.

Traitor! Black Moore spat at the tribal leader angrily.

The tribal leader unceremoniously returned a heavy punch, and said contemptuously, Those who want to use me as a backstop are wishful thinking.

If there was no Karen, he would still choose Black Moore, but now the situation has completely changed. Whenever Karen has not arrived, many people in the tribe go to greet him.

Although the meeting with Hey Moore was secret, someone still saw it. Now everyone knows that as long as it is exposed, the head of the tribe leader who harbored the criminal will be cut off. Naturally, there will be a new person to replace him later.

This kind of thing has already happened, and now the tribal leaders are not worried about Karen's arrival, but are reported by their own tribe for planning the unrest in the southwest of the wasteland.

Karen didn't make any sense in this matter, and didn't give a chance to argue at all, which made many people see the opportunity.

Churchill looked at Hey Moore, who was completely tied up, and secretly felt cold. It has only been more than half a year, and the fate of the two people has undergone earth-shaking changes. He is now the wealth manager of Gold Shining Town, and he is the weight of the southwest of the wasteland. A super character, and maybe even a title.

But Black Moore is like a criminal who has been imprisoned in a dungeon for more than ten years, and he is almost unrecognizable when he is old.

does it worth?

Black Moore sneered, Churchill, you want to see my jokes, look, see how your compatriots are bullied, now you are happy, you have stepped on me, just wait, sooner or later I will He will stand tall and become a real title-level powerhouse of the Forbes family.

Churchill sighed, and turned around sadly. He once thought about letting Hey Moore join Gold Shining Town. After all, Hey Moore has excellent business ability, and he didn't want a Forbes talent to go to waste.

But now, what he saw was delusion, jealousy, resentment, and the qualities of an excellent business operator disappeared completely.

Looking at the convoy slowly going away, he became more and more determined to follow Karen. The difference between the two of them did not lie in their abilities, but in the people they followed.

He followed Karen, and Black Moore was wandering like a lonely ghost, so he had a chance, and could even rely on Karen to become the title powerhouse.

He knows that sometimes an outstanding lord can bring him not only glory, but the improvement of his own ability.

I believe that if Karen hadn't appeared, he might still be in the southwest corner of the original restoration, squeezing those ordinary creatures by reselling fresh water.

But everything has changed now. He is the chief steward in charge of the southwestern part of the wilderness, and he is a task that countless tribes want to curry favor with. Now he has more random expenditures on hand than he earned in a whole year before.

The convoy moved forward, and Karen's name was a talisman. On the sixth night after Ma Mazi left, the long convoy had begun to unload in the port mineral warehouse.

Dawn came quietly, and the sun rarely showed its face, illuminating the entire wasteland in golden yellow.

Golden Harbor, just like his name at this moment, seems to be all made of gold. At this moment, at the end of the wide sea, thirteen giant cargo ships that look like hills are advancing.

Berth No. 1.

Ship No. 3, control the speed, and is connecting with berth No. 3.

Please prepare warehouse No. 1 and deliver the goods immediately.

Different magic speakers recalled in Golden Harbor, Karen looked at the six-storey magic freighter, which looked like a deep-sea giant whale, and finally knew what an ocean-going freighter was, and she was like a little ant in front of him.

It is estimated that this guy's stomach can almost hold half of the Golden City.

Come on, I've prepared enough food for you. Looking at the piled up ore hill, Karen said to himself.