If You Are Asked to Farm, Will You Become the Emperor of the Empire?

100 first-level ones can kill one ninth-level one, so why practice ninth-level ones? What if it is 100 second-order ones? You can kill several ninth-level ones. So is one ninth-level one easy to cultivate, or 100 first-level ones?

For the first time, I saw his dominance in a protagonist, his arrogance, his clear goals, his courageous actions, and his lack of any red tape. My rules are the rules. This is the protagonist. I wrote a protagonist with cheats and ignored his cheats. Instead, I saw his personality charm, which is quite strong.

Where is the author of Gunpowder? In this case, modern people's thinking will not fail to develop gunpowder. Even if you only make the most common earth bomb, it is also a big killer. Among other things, you can use gunpowder to blow up mountains, or directly make bombs into the opponent's camp, or directly make nails. Turn it into gunpowder, throw it and fly all over the sky, and then get it to make incendiary bombs. For someone like you who is high in martial arts but low in fantasy, gunpowder is a 100% lethal weapon. Besides, you also have a witch who can give you blessings, and a golden finger that can create knowledge out of thin air. Can't you just light the gunpowder and push it forward?

I personally feel that the protagonist seems to have a mysterious sense of superiority. He keeps talking about stupid people and stupid donkeys, which gives me a feeling of superiority, as if he is God and comes to "save" them as a charity to them. Not to mention doing things and cooking with common people, that is because he wants to practice proficiency.

I haven't read it yet, but I couldn't help but leave a comment when I saw this.

If you don't have a big weapon, you have to use cold weapons. After more than 300 chapters, I almost lost my troops after a battle. I only thought of making gunpowder and bombs. In the early stage, I knew what other people had and various secret forging techniques. In the early stage, I relied on discipline and welfare to fight with others. Crush some small lords to win the battle, and then they will basically be defeated if they have any background. Others use various advanced technologies to wear armor. The protagonist is still in the primitive stage, and sometimes cannot even break the defense. It can only be said that the protagonist can live better and better, all thanks to the author's efforts.

One of the few novels that is comfortable to read. The plot and writing are very good, especially the character of the protagonist is very suitable to my taste. He is trying to reason with a bunch of B. C. Thugs. It doesn't take much to make me laugh, but it just makes me laugh. The only drawback is that there are fewer and fewer chapters every day. At first, there were 5 chapters a day, but now it's uncomfortable to read 2 chapters a day.

Can't we just set it to an ordinary medieval world? What's the difference between the extraordinary here and the canned knights of the Middle Ages?

This book is almost done after reading the free chapter. If you continue reading, it will insult your IQ. There is a lot of poison in the back. The most important thing is that time keeps skipping. The proficiency does not increase at all. I am afraid of collapse and suppression. In fact, it has already collapsed. There are 10,000 people in the territory without guns or artillery, and you claim to be the king in half a year? Bullshit Fighting is like a joke. Bring 2,000 to fight 10,000, and you will win anyway. Let alone 2,000, even if you pass a thousand, you will still win. Anyway, it is just a random change of numbers. Many novels are like this. It is written in the beginning, but the author's incompetence is vividly and exquisitely displayed later.

Suddenly the Black Iron King was attacked, and the inexplicable Black Iron nobles wanted to kill the king. The battles were chaotic one after another, and there was no need to focus on describing the infrastructure. It seemed that the protagonist had accomplished a great feat, but if you look closely, he still had the courage and discipline to fight the enemy hand-to-hand with cold weapons. The gunpowder was not planned in advance and he wrote a few sentences and threw it away.