Wind Wolf

A snowy-white tablecloth covered the round huanghuali table, and the table was set with fine porcelain imported from the Eastern Main Continent.

Grilled oysters, black pepper veal, salt-and-pepper beef tongue, oxtail soup, cheese-baked lobster—one luxurious delicacy after another was served on the pristine fine porcelain, giving off an enticing fragrance.

Yang Feng picked up a slice of black pepper veal with his chopsticks and took a bite. Rich juices and tender freshness that melted in his mouth instantly filled his mouth.

Yang Feng nodded in satisfaction and praised one of the chefs, "Not bad! Lute, your cooking is truly excellent!"

Lute bowed slightly in salute. "Master, your praise is my honor!"

Yang Feng had recruited all the finest chefs within Black City's sphere of influence to serve under him, specifically to handle his meals. Lute was one of them.

"Finally, I'm living the life of an aristocratic tycoon!" Yang Feng looked at the beautiful maidservants surrounding him and the top-class dishes on the table, a trace of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

With the power Yang Feng currently controlled, he could establish a small duchy. Moreover, he would be the only noble in that small duchy, with all its wealth entirely under his control. He could truly be said to possess wealth rivaling that of a nation.

Most of the members of Yang Feng's forces were robots. Robots did not need wages; as long as they were supplied with sufficient energy, they would work tirelessly without complaint or error. Thus, he saved a huge amount in labor costs. It could be said that most of the territory's income was pure profit, allowing him to live a life as extravagantly wealthy as a king or prince.

The oysters, veal, lobsters, beef tongues, oxtails, and other ingredients were stored in Level-0 secret treasures refined by Alchemists specifically to keep food fresh. Merely maintaining the freshness of those ingredients consumed one Magic Stone every day. An ordinary noble would go bankrupt after eating like this only a few times.

After finishing lunch, Yang Feng took the fragrant, slightly damp snowy-white hot towel Cici handed him and wiped his mouth. Then he slowly rose to his feet, looked into the distance, and murmured, "They should be here by now."

The moment Yang Feng's words fell, more than a dozen young men and women dressed in lavish noble attire appeared from the south of the wasteland. Behind them, over two hundred horse bandits pursued them relentlessly.

At their head, a slightly plump young noble with blue hair screamed in terror, "Help! Save me! I'm Gael, son of Eber, a Level-1 Warlock of Antalya Warlock Academy! Save me quickly! I'll pay you accordingly!!"

"Help!"

"Please save us!"

"..."

The dozen or so young men and women in splendid noble clothing also screamed loudly.

Yang Feng waved his hand, and two hundred Level-4 Mechanical Swordsmen, nearly identical in appearance to humans, swiftly stepped forward and brought the dozen or so young nobles back.

Among the more than two hundred horse bandits pursuing them, one bandit who looked like a leader raised his hand, and the two hundred bandits halted their charge.

A fierce glint flashed through the bandit leader's eyes as he threatened coldly, "I am Bard, leader of Wind Wolf! Those people are my prey! Hand them over, and we'll let this matter end here! Otherwise, don't even think about leaving Hunter Fang Wasteland!"

Yang Feng glanced at the bandit leader and immediately activated the scanning function of his glasses.

"Bard. Basic attributes: Strength 5.1, Agility 5.7, Constitution 6.2, Spirit 4.3."

"Bloodline: Human."

"Soul Aptitude: Low Grade Level 3."

"Overall assessment: Level-5 lifeform. Evolution potential: Low!"

Yang Feng smiled faintly and waved his hand. "A mere Grand Knight dares to spout such wild words. Move out. Kill them all!"

The two hundred Level-4 Mechanical Swordsmen, wielding Alloy Battle Blades, charged straight at the two hundred horse bandits.

One noble youth's expression changed slightly as he whispered to Gael, the son of the Level-1 Warlock Eber, "This is bad! That fellow is too stupid. He's actually sending infantry to charge cavalry! He's sending his men to their deaths! We should run!"

Gael also whispered, "I think he's an idiot too. Tell the others to prepare to flee. Once this caravan is defeated, we'll escape amid the chaos."

Having infantry charge cavalry was practically sending infantry to their deaths. On the Durando Subcontinent, infantry could only possibly contend with cavalry by forming pike squares. Even then, only pike squares formed by the most elite soldiers, men who feared neither heaven nor earth, could possibly stand against cavalry. Otherwise, when infantry encountered cavalry in open battle, they were basically the side slaughtered.

The dozen or so noble youths who had narrowly escaped felt their hearts leap back into their throats. They looked at Yang Feng as though he were a fool.

When a merchant caravan with more than two thousand guards faced two hundred fierce cavalrymen, the best method was to form a defensive formation with wagons, then defend with bows and crossbows. Ordering infantry to charge cavalry was an order only the most foolish commander would give.

A look of contempt flashed through Bard's eyes. He raised his Horse Chopping Saber and pointed it at Yang Feng, shouting, "Idiots! Charge with me! Whoever chops off that idiot's head can pick whichever women and goods he wants from inside!"

Hearing Bard's words, the horse bandits all howled excitedly. Gripping their curved blades, they shouted incomprehensible cries and charged savagely at the two hundred Level-4 Mechanical Swordsmen.

Very quickly, Wind Wolf's cavalry regiment crashed fiercely into Yang Feng's Mechanical Swordsmen.

One Wind Wolf warrior grinned savagely, swung his Horse Chopping Saber, and borrowed the force of his charging horse to slash viciously at a Level-4 Mechanical Swordsman.

Once cavalry launched a charge, borrowing the momentum of that charge, they could even kill Knight-level experts. That Wind Wolf warrior seemed already to see the Level-4 Mechanical Swordsman being cleaved into two by his blade.

The Level-4 Mechanical Swordsman remained expressionless. It merely mechanically swung the two-meter Alloy Battle Blade in its hand, slashing down at the Wind Wolf warrior.

The next instant, a spray of scorching blood burst forth. The Wind Wolf warrior and his horse were forcibly cleaved into two by the Level-4 Mechanical Swordsman's single slash, blood and organs splattering all over the Mechanical Swordsman.

Almost at the same time, countless sprays of blood erupted across the battlefield. Wind Wolf's cavalrymen were cleaved in half one after another, riders and horses alike, their corpses scattered across the earth like a scene from hell!

A noble girl's face turned pale. Her stomach churned like stormy seas, and she nearly vomited as she whispered, "How terrifying!! They're all Knight-level experts! How could there be so many Knight-level experts?"