Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

That morning, Long Bufan who had walked out of the Lord's Manor took a deep breath of the morning air. As he had been focused on cultivating for the past few days, and did not know about the living conditions of the other Berserker Tribes that had relocated, Long Bufan decided to go and inspect the place to become a competent Lord.    

    

The camp of the Mad Warring Race was located in the north to south of the city. The residences here were no longer as disorderly as the one in the Stormwind. Rows upon rows of white walls and a wine-red roof. Looking from afar, it seemed like a completely different scene.    

    

who was walking on the wide street saw the harmonious scene of everyone helping each other out. Most of the passing Berserker recognized Long Bufan and greeted him, each of them carrying their own vegetables, fruits and meat as they surrounded Long Bufan, it was really lively.    

    

When he went around the corner on the left, Long Bufan suddenly froze and stopped all his movements. Only his nose was moving back and forth, because he smelt a unique scent.    

    

Following the smell on his nose, Long Bufan slowly walked over, until he reached a house twenty metres away. Raising his head to look at the smoke coming out from the pipe on the roof, Long Bufan excitedly muttered to himself: "This is the smell, this is the place." With that, he rushed in.    

    

He rushed into the kitchen and when Long Bufan saw the scene in front of him, his eyes instantly opened wide. With heartache, he shouted to the Berserker couple who were cooking at the stove: "What are you doing? Stop your actions, or I'll go berserk! "    

    

The Berserker couple who were preparing breakfast in the kitchen saw someone suddenly rush in, and couldn't help but be shocked, as they shouted out loud. In their shock, they saw that it was actually the great benefactor of the Battle Mage Tribe, Long Bufan. In their minds, in this world, they could offend anyone, but only Long Bufan could not disrespect the person in front of them.    

    

Because in their hearts, Long Bufan was even greater than the Wild God. At the very least, Long Bufan was able to bring them a prosperous and stable life, allowing them to once again regain hope and dignity. However, that Wild God, who they did not know whether or not existed, gave them nothing.    

    

"Respected Lord, welcome to our house. I don't know what we did wrong to make you so angry all of a sudden." Seeing that Long Bufan's expression was not too good, the Berserker asked timidly.    

    

Ignoring Berserker's question, Long Bufan knew that even if he explained it himself, he would still be unable to explain it clearly. Instead, he would just have to act on it, with a stride, he quickly arrived in front of the stove.    

    

"What happened to Lord?" The Berserker couple who were standing at the side watched Long Bufan's actions in astonishment, their expressions puzzled. After the leaves are dried, they burn quickly. Their families usually use this kind of thing to start a fire, is there something wrong with that?    

    

After the flames were extinguished, wisps of smoke rose from the plant leaves. Long Bufan took a deep breath and smelled the familiar smell. In the world of his previous life, such plants had an academic name, tobacco. And most men in that world were overcome by the nicotine taste of the tobacco.