Wind Wolf

A layer of snow-white tablecloth covered the round huanghuali table, and on the table were exquisite porcelain pieces imported from the Eastern Main Continent.

Roasted oysters, black pepper veal, salt and pepper beef tongue, oxtail soup, cheese-baked lobster – a series of delicious and luxurious dishes were placed in the snow-white, high-quality porcelain, emitting an enticing aroma.

Yang Feng picked up a slice of black pepper veal with chopsticks and took a bite. The rich meat juice and the melt-in-your-mouth freshness immediately filled his mouth.

Yang Feng praised a chef with satisfaction, "Not bad! Lute, your cooking is really good!"

Lute bowed slightly and saluted, saying, "Master, your praise is my honor!"

The most skilled chefs within the Black City's sphere of influence had already been recruited by Yang Feng to specifically handle his meals. This Lute was one of them.

"Finally living the life of a noble tycoon!" Yang Feng looked at the beautiful maids surrounding him and the top-tier dishes on the table, a hint of satisfaction appearing on his face.

With the power Yang Feng currently controlled, it was enough to establish a small principality. Moreover, in that small principality, he would be the only noble, and all wealth would be completely under his control. He could truly be said to be as rich as a nation.

Since most of the members of Yang Feng's forces were robots, robots didn't require salaries. As long as they were supplied with sufficient energy, they would work diligently without complaint or error, thus saving him a significant amount on salary expenses. It could be said that most of the income from his territory was pure profit, allowing him to live a life of luxury and wealth comparable to that of a king or marquis.

The ingredients like oysters, veal, lobsters, beef tongue, and oxtail were kept fresh in 0-level Secret Treasures specially refined by Alchemists. Just keeping these ingredients fresh required consuming 1 Magic Stone every day. Ordinary nobles would go bankrupt after eating a few such meals.

After finishing lunch, Yang Feng took the fragrant, slightly damp, snow-white hot towel handed to him by Cici to wipe his mouth. He slowly stood up, looked into the distance, and murmured, "It should be time!"

Just as Yang Feng's words fell, over a dozen young men and women dressed in luxurious noble attire appeared from the south of the wasteland. Behind these young men and women, more than two hundred bandits were in hot pursuit.

A slightly plump young noble with blue hair, who was leading the group, screamed in terror, "Help! Save me! I am the son of Eber, a Level 1 Wizard of the Antalya Wizard Academy! Quickly save me! I will pay a corresponding reward!!"

"Help!"

"Please save us!"

"..."

The dozen or so young men and women dressed in luxurious noble attire also screamed loudly.

Yang Feng waved his hand, and two hundred Level 4 Mechanical Swordsmen, whose appearance was almost identical to humans, quickly advanced to receive the dozen or so young men and women dressed in luxurious noble attire.

Among the more than two hundred bandits who were in hot pursuit, a bandit leader raised his hand, and the two hundred bandits stopped their charge.

A fierce glint flashed in the bandit leader's eyes as he threatened coldly, "I am Bard, the leader of the Wind Wolf! Those people are my prey! Hand them over, and this matter will be settled! Otherwise, you won't be able to leave this Hunter Fang Wasteland!"

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

Bard, Basic Attributes: Strength 5.1, Agility 5.7, Constitution 6.2, Spirit 4.3.
Bloodline: Human.
Soul Aptitude: Level 3 Lower Grade.
Overall Assessment: Belongs to a Level 5 creature. Evolution Potential: Small!

Yang Feng smiled faintly and waved his hand, "A mere Grand Knight dares to speak so arrogantly. Attack, kill them all!"

The two hundred Level 4 Mechanical Swordsmen, holding Alloy Battle Blades, charged directly towards the two hundred bandits.

A young noble's face changed slightly, and he whispered to the son of the Level 1 Wizard Eber, "Damn it! Gael, this guy is too foolish. He's actually using infantry to charge cavalry! He's sending his subordinates to their deaths! We should escape!"

Gael also whispered, "I also think he's very foolish. Tell the others to get ready to escape. Once this caravan is defeated, we'll take advantage of the chaos to flee."

Using infantry to charge cavalry was simply sending the infantry to their deaths. On the Durando Subcontinent, infantry could only hope to contend with cavalry by forming long spear formations. And even then, it had to be long spear formations formed by the most elite and fearless soldiers to have a chance against cavalry. Otherwise, when infantry encountered cavalry in open battle, they were basically the side that was slaughtered.

The dozen or so noble youths and maidens who had narrowly escaped felt their relaxed hearts tighten again. They looked at Yang Feng as if he were an idiot.

When a merchant caravan with over two thousand guards faced two hundred fierce cavalrymen, the best approach was to form a defensive formation with the carriages and use bows and crossbows for defense. Ordering infantry to charge cavalry was a command only the most idiotic commander would give.

A hint of disdain flashed in Bard's eyes. He pointed his horse-slaying saber at Yang Feng and shouted loudly, "Idiot! Charge with me! Whoever cuts off that idiot's head can have the women and goods inside!"

Hearing Bard's words, the bandits all howled with excitement. Gripping their curved sabers tightly, they roared meaningless words and charged fiercely towards the two hundred Level 4 Mechanical Swordsmen.

Soon, the Wind Wolf cavalry regiment collided violently with Yang Feng's Mechanical Swordsmen.

A Wind Wolf warrior laughed ferociously, swinging his horse-slaying saber. Using the momentum of his horse's charge, he slashed fiercely at a Level 4 Mechanical Swordsman.

Once cavalry launched a charge, using the momentum of the charge, they could even kill Knight-level powerhouses. The Wind Wolf warrior seemed to already see the Level 4 Mechanical Swordsman being cut in half by his saber.

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

The next moment, a stream of hot blood sprayed out. The Wind Wolf warrior, along with his horse, was brutally cut in half by the Level 4 Mechanical Swordsman's saber. Blood and internal organs splattered all over the Level 4 Mechanical Swordsman.

Almost simultaneously, countless streams of blood splattered across the battlefield. The Wind Wolf cavalrymen were cut in half one after another, along with their horses. Their corpses were scattered across the ground, like a scene from hell!

A noble young woman's face was pale, her stomach churning, almost making her vomit. She whispered, "So terrifying!! They are all Knight-level powerhouses! How can there be so many Knight-level powerhouses?"