Cang Ye has no impression of her, maybe she may have been a palace maid in the palace, but it is more likely that she is just an ordinary resident of the Eastern Kingdom.

As the only heir to the Empire, the name of the Night Dragon has long spread throughout the East, and it is the fighters against the Sixteen Kingdoms of the Blood Alliance that have lasted for a hundred years that have greatly increased his fame, and although he has been defeated in the end, he still has an indelible impression in the hearts of the people.

In a sense, the night is an idol of the spirit, almost equal to that of God.

The wailing woman did not find the figure of the night, but fell into the most desperate quagmire, instinctively asking the idol for help.

However, in a smoky tavern, her prince watched in silence, letting the wheels roll by.

He is not a mad prince, he is a cold-blooded, inhuman creature.

After the wine was drunk, in a corner where no one was paying attention, the night left silently.

……

"You are human, you are my most perfect creation, enjoy human life, learn human emotions, feel human existence, this is the purpose for which I created you."

Dusty memories surfaced one by one after the superbrain resuscitation, from Omega 95 to the acquisition of a human body, and the person who said this was the father of his own creation, Dr. Frankenstein.

Transforming himself from a massive superbrain computer into a human, the Doctor undoubtedly violated the highest federal law, but in those last years, the so-called law has long since become a dead letter.

Darkness and despair eroded the remnants of humanity, and under the cruel environment, the perfect human creation was born, the predecessor of the night, and the first life officially began.

Dr. Frankenstein is his own creator and his own father, and for his father's teachings, Cangye deliberately retains this emotion and engraves it to this day.

"Become a human?"

The word was chewed over and over again, and the second life of the mad prince was also vivid, and Cang Ye suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if it was about to burst.

"The central emotion processor is overloaded"

Again, Cangye tried to analyze human emotions through superbrain, but failed, human emotional data is too large and too complex, and the data changes all the time to be processed by cold means.

Killing Turan and the dissipation of the Mad Prince's personality had taught Nights to be angry, and now, that emotion was reactivated when she listened to the woman who should have accepted her protection.

"Father, is this what it feels like to be human?"

All along, Cangye has adhered to an extremely calm and almost cold-blooded style of acting, and now, the rational brain is once again gushing with sensibility, and the two forces collide with each other, which is the culprit that makes Cangye have a headache.

In fact, what Cangye does not know, in addition to "anger", there is also "sadness" and "pity" at the same time.

Night fell, and the night unconsciously came to the camp of the slave catchers.

More than 300 slaves were crammed into the iron cage, all of them Orientals, and most of them were women and children.

In the Western Continent, slaves from the East had always been a stearful commodity, and a fifteen-year-old girl could sell for two hundred gold coins, a price that would buy ten strong barbarian miners.

The moonlight was obscured by the clouds, and it took advantage of the darkness to sneak into the camp.

The door opened, and two drunks walked into a side alley with their shoulders hooked, opened their pants and prepared to urinate.

People in this era did not have any awareness of hygiene, and the night went straight to meet them. The two drunks did not feel the slightest hint of death.

"Dual-wielding weapon fighting!"

There were two muffled sounds, and the night each held a long and a short blade and stabbed it like a heart.

"Launch a backstab and the damage is doubled!"

"Fatal blow!"

"Death verdict passed, enemy unit dead!"

Holding the two corpses in his hands, he gently lowered them without making any noise, and the night quickly climbed up the wall and sneaked in from the roof.

Inside the room, the members of the slave hunting team were drinking and having fun, and after a trip, more than 300 oriental slaves were captured, and the income of nearly 100,000 yuan made everyone's faces flush with excitement.

At this moment, Cangye's gaze was a little cold.

"Ninety-seven."

Throw out the two who were killed just now, and ninety-seven slave owners and their accomplices to kill.

Night's patience was surprisingly high, knowing that the carnival lasted until the middle of the night, and when it was almost over, the slaughter fell from the sky.

The drunken crowd could not be the opponent of the night, the eyes were as sharp as an eagle, the strength was as fierce as a bear, the skill was as cunning as a wolf, and the killing intent was as terrifying as a tiger.

A handful of guards hurried to hear the screams, but the night with their weapons in their hands set off a storm of killing, leaving at least thirty or forty more corpses on the ground in just a few minutes.

"Devil, you are the devil!"

The master of the slave trapping team, a fat man with a body of nearly three hundred pounds, was curled up in a corner at the moment, staring at the night with a frightened expression.

The Devil? Perhaps in the eyes of the slaves, this slave owner was no different from the devil.

Cang Ye had no intention of delving into this issue, so he directly cut off the fat head with a knife, and then began to hunt down the others.

Suddenly, explosions were heard on all sides, and a fire quickly spread through the camp, preventing the members of the slave catchers from escaping, and then they were burned in the night's slaughter.

The slave hunters are composed of some brave and ruthless villains and some retired soldiers, with limited combat power and few experience points.

The slaves had already been let go, and to be on the safe side, the night did not meet them, and she could only help here, and the rest was left to themselves.

……

However, Cangye's righteous act did not bring him any good, on the contrary, he also caused a great trouble.

The operation was not well planned, and with an emotional mind, Nightnight did not notice the surroundings or some rats hiding in dark corners.

The figure of entering the slave hunting team in the middle of the night was not seen by one person, so the next day, the whole city was under martial law, and passers-by had to remove any disguise, as long as it was an Oriental appearance, they were all killed.

In this case, Cangye's disguise is completely useless, after all, he has no basic skills in acting or knowledge of makeup and disguise.

"Hurry up, take off your mask!"

The guards guarding the city stared impatiently at the night, and as soon as they moved, the spears in their hands beckoned directly.

There was silence for a moment, and the night erupted to kill.

The extremely fast speed of swinging the knife cut the two of them in half on the spot, and the splashed blood immediately caused the frightened screams of the surrounding people.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cangye took the captain's horse at the gate and fled, and countless arrows were shot from the arrow tower, and Cangye dragged the captain's corpse and tied it behind him as a shield.

After running for several miles, the horses under their crotch fell to the ground with a wail, half of their bodies were filled with sharp arrows, and streams of blood spurted out, and the night was splashed all over.

In the distance, there was the sound of horses' hooves, and the pursuers had arrived, estimated to be more than three hundred, and even the floor trembled slightly.

There was a wasteland all around, and there was nothing to shelter, and even the speed of the night could not outrun the war horse.

fell to this point, just to save a few people who have nothing to do with themselves...... Or a citizen who was once sheltered by himself, and because of it, he paid for his life.

Is the price worth it? Cang Ye didn't know, he only knew that he had no way out, and the probability of surviving against hundreds of cavalrymen alone was pitiful.

The sound of horses' hooves came, and the pursuers had arrived.