"Smack!"

The wolf pack charged, kicking up clouds of dust as they swept across the viscount's territory.

Xiao Han, having remounted his chariot, lay languidly on the animal-hide sofa, his gaze fixed on the window where burning black smoke slowly rose, blooming into a flower of sin.

The rioting civilians surged wave after wave, continuously assaulting the Viscount's castle. One person took the lead, and hundreds responded. Shouts, curses, and angry cries mingled together!

As for the royal guards who protect the castle?

After leaping over the vaulting horse, Xiao Han, with his helpful nature, burned the animal to ashes, put the ashes in a sack, packed them up, and took them with him to see the world.

Because the armed forces were disarmed, the civilians boldly unleashed the evil within them, transforming into vengeful demons. Everyone was a villain, and they swung their "revenge" hammers at the castle.

People who have been oppressed and exploited for years can instantly transform into a fanged beast under the devil's arbitrary instigation.

"However, the people in the wilderness are warm and hospitable, and the folk customs are simple and honest. There are still many good people in the world."

Xiao Han took a sip of lemon juice, smiled faintly, and in the dim light, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Kill them!"

"Burn him! In the name of Arthas, the god of harvest!"

"This bastard defiled my daughter! She's only twelve!"

Outside the chaotic castle, civilians, their anger ignited by demons, wielded crude weapons and fought against the few guards in number!

Although the guards were willing to protect the nobles (due to the signing of the magical contract), they were outnumbered and their defenses were quickly broken by the rioting civilians. Several of them were even killed by stones!

"How dare you! You lowly commoners, get out!"

A young noble knight cursed and brandished his sword, slashing the neck of a commoner, but what he was met with was an even fiercer rage from the commoners!

His helmet was pierced by a stone thrown from the shadows, leaving a white mark. His thigh, which was not covered by armor, was attacked by a scythe, leaving a bloody gash from which a lot of blood flowed.

Young and inexperienced, he had no experience with the perilous situation. After killing five or six civilians in succession, panic filled his heart. Just as he finally felt fear, a hard stone hit his wrist, and he fell to the ground, completely overwhelmed by the swarming mob...

After the mob left, the viscount's descendant had his armor stripped off, and his body was already a bloody mess...

Even until his death, he never understood why the lowly people he usually bullied dared to resist!

"Smack!"

An enraged father, wildly wielding a wheat-harvesting sickle, whipped the corpse of the dead man, severing his limbs and slashing out his eyes with the sickle.

He threw down his sickle, bent down, opened his mouth wide, and bit down hard on the other man's neck. With a "whoosh," blood splattered as a large chunk of flesh was torn off. He choked back tears and sobbed silently.

My young daughter died at the hands of this beast!

"Everyone, please be rational! The other party is a nobleman from a duchy!"

"Die! Your entire Viscount family deserve to die!"

"Everyone, hurry!"

"Hang him! Hang them all!"

Two contrasting emotions, fear and excitement, erupted among the common people. Many oppressed people rushed out of the dilapidated, low-lying slums. The castle fell, and Viscount Cornis's entire family, including his collateral relatives and his mistress, were all captured and hanged by the rioting civilians.

Before this, the gallows was often a death sentence handed down by lords to commoners, stained with the blood of thousands.

The crowd gathered around the gallows, throwing stones and pieces of wood they had picked up from the roadside at the people on the gallows, their curses mingling together.

"I'll smash you to death, you slut."

"Die! All of them must die!"

"My poor Naris, she died in her hospital bed!"

The surrounding poor people were driven to a frenzy of screaming, their shrill cries echoing everywhere. The nobles on the gallows were frantically begging for mercy or cursing with venomous resentment. The mistresses, who were proud to have been made viscounts, were like shrewish women, unable to accept this fact.

"Is this...my life?"

A woman in a plain dress looked dazed at a group of angry people below, their eyes revealing their contempt.

She even saw several men who had defiled her body but were morally upright, holding tattered and withered religious texts, pretending to pronounce death sentences on sinners on the gallows.

Amidst the curses of the rioting crowd, her frail body stiffened, her thoughts drifting to her elderly and ailing parents, a brother who had urged her to sleep with the viscount in exchange for a position, her torn dress, and the ugly, fat pig pressing down on her...

Ugliness, darkness, and bleakness, like a wildflower that can be seen everywhere by the roadside, are wantonly abused and left completely battered.

"Smack!"

She lost her footing, and the rope around her neck tightened instantly...

A tear slid down her dirty face...

...

"This lord has a secret recipe for brewed spirits? And the raw material is some kind of alcoholic herb? Great, I've got a drink to warm me up in winter."

"Juicy berries? They may not be of much value, but they are a token of their goodwill, so we will accept them without hesitation. Let's exchange them for this bowl of rye porridge."

"Wait, you're saying that the lord over there raises bison? That's too much! Buffaloes are man's most loyal friends. They work hard in the fields their whole lives without asking for anything in return. As the Fox King, how can I just stand by and watch my brother bison suffer like this... Hmm, the rib steak is still pretty delicious."

In the wasteland, a wolf pack launched a surprise attack, once again taking the lives of several lords. Having eaten their fill of mutton, the knights looted fresh beef. Xiao Han repeated his old trick, attempting to ignite the powder keg of the oppressed people. And, as expected, after learning of the deaths of the lords and the royal guard, they all rioted.

Therefore, Xiao Han could deduce that these lords were obviously not good people, the kind who would be spat on if they went out.

Of course, skilled old techniques are indispensable, to add fuel to the fire for the rioters.

Fertilizer +1

Fertilizer +1

+1, +1, +1...

"Huff!"

The fire swirled down, and even the defensive bull knights were killed by the wolf riders who were getting better at coordinating, turning them into high-quality fertilizer.

As for the former bandit leader, he encountered traitors who betrayed their lord along the way. After squeezing out the last bit of value, he and a bag of relatives and friends joined together enthusiastically in the construction of Titan City (his ashes still had some residual heat, so he was indeed quite enthusiastic).

From the moment he stepped into the wasteland, Xiao Han understood that the only people he could trust were his own people.

While Xiao Han led his wolf cavalry to rob and pay New Year's visits everywhere, and was happy to help others, it became commonplace for them to freeload and eat and drink along the way. This was like a dream to the wolf cavalry who thought it would be a difficult journey!

This is a little different from what I imagined...

This is fucking amazing! Drinking, eating meat, and getting all the resources of a city for free! This is... so damn awesome!

Follow the little fox city lord (Fox King), and you'll have meat to eat, wine to drink, plenty of entertainment (leapfrog, bullfighting, and a fun chase), and you can also enjoy the fireworks that light up the whole city.

It's just too much fun...