Black Dragon Kingdom

Eliza and Elena, sitting high on their own thrones, said to the semi-holy ones beside them, "What's the situation? Have those guys stopped importing weapons to their own race without restriction?"

The elven half-body saint bowed slightly and said, "The Divine Kingdom of the 120,000 Outer Gods has completely left the world membrane and headed for the world vortex, and the import of weapons has stopped."

"The gods, saints, ancient evil gods, and other powerful existences have withdrawn their tentacles after the return of the will of the world."

"Today, they have returned to the status quo when His Majesty the Emperor was not in retreat."

The elf demi-holy's face was full of relief.

God knows, after the will of the world and their majesty the emperor both retreated, how many guys in the entire Jingya world and around the Jingya world will not obey the rules.

Those greedy existences who wanted to move all the cakes back to their own homes viciously could not be suppressed at all without absolute power.

The development of the matter has simply become a mess, the rules of the entire Jingya world are in this torrent, it is like using a piece of paper to block a reservoir that is about to fill up with water.

The situation is extremely dangerous.

Fortunately, the will of the world has returned again. Under the absolute power, all existences have returned to their proper positions, and they can only hold their due income.

Elena Eliza breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that the internal rules of the world had returned to normal.

As the powerhouse who currently controls the top three artifacts in the world.

After the will of the world and Ace don't do things, the two of them are tall and need to carry everything.

But they found that what they both said didn't work at all.

All the saints, all the saints, all the will of the world, in the face of huge interests, completely ignored the two of them.

Although each of them was superficially respectful, the two of them agreed to whatever they said.

But a promise is a promise, what to do or how to do it?

Let the two of them have strength, but it will not work!

In the end, it was their lack of confidence caused by their low contribution to Jingya's world.

Contribution is not directly proportional to income, it is equivalent to the work you do for 3,000 yuan, and your contribution is always low, but the boss of the country wants to give you hundreds of billions of income every year.

Every existence within a country has to have opinions.

Therefore, in the face of chaotic lines of interests, they simply cannot suppress it.

Even sometimes not very confident.

Especially when there is a large group of old heroes in the Jingya world facing them, their confidence is even weaker.

Seeing that the battlefield was back on track, Eliza and Elena, relieved, returned to their lair and fell into another round of deep sleep.

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On the main continent ruled by the Outer God Lord of Darkness, tens of millions of pandaren, wearing iron armor and holding sabers, lined up and marched on the grassland.

Opposite them, hundreds of millions of human armored soldiers, armed with large axes, maces, sabers, and other heavy weapons, continued to move forward without the slightest hesitation.

Two pitch-black torrents of steel submerged the original emerald green earth, and the pitch-black metallic color became the most shining color in the world.

Pandaren Tanglia walked in the first row holding a saber, looking at the endless human armored soldiers opposite him.

Under the iron armor and face armor, his panda eyes were full of dignity, and his panda paws clenched his saber, adjusted his breathing, and worked hard to let himself burst out with his most powerful strength at the moment of battle.

He roared in his heart full of fighting spirit: "It's just a group of human beings, so why be nervous? Killing them is just to give me military merit."

"If you kill one human soldier, you can become a real soldier. If you kill ten soldiers, you can become a commander of tens of soldiers. If you kill one human soldier, you can become a commander of tens of thousands. If you kill one human soldier, you can become a commander of ten thousand soldiers."

"The more human soldiers you kill, the more you get everything you want."

Thinking back to the camp, those companions who gained military merits and suddenly became soldiers, commanders of tens and centurions.

His eyes turned red from irritation.

One soldier can entrust one acre of land, reward ten slave soldiers, and give ten blood sacrifice energy, and extraordinary skills are also allowed to choose.

What a reward.

Although compared with the previous war, which rewarded one hundred blood sacrifice energy for every soldier killed, in this war, the amount of blood sacrifice energy rewarded by a military merit was reduced by more than half.

But at the same time, with the help of the one-in-400,000 gene level brought about by the last war, the difficulty of becoming a warrior for their ordinary dependents has been reduced by countless.

In addition, after the genetic level skyrocketed, the blood sacrifice energy they obtained, because of the skyrocketing quality, contained one portion of the energy far exceeding the previous ten portions.

Calculated according to the energy total, ten parts is actually more than one hundred parts from before.

It's just that one has low quality and high quantity, while the other has high quality and low quantity.

They have nothing to lose.

The pandaren Tangria continued to move forward with big strides, the iron boots kept trampling the ground under his feet, and the blade of the saber gleamed surprisingly coldly in the sun.

"kill!"

The two torrents of steel collided with each other with a bang, countless heavy weapons were violently lifted, then viciously beat down and chopped down.

Pandaren Tanglia tried his best to chop off his 300-jin saber.

On the opposite side, an iron-clad human soldier, holding his own big sword, slashed at Tangria with all his strength.

When the swords intersected, the armored human soldier only felt an unstoppable force coming from the front, and the whole person was directly chopped back.

Fortunately, there are a lot of companions behind him blocking him to prevent him from falling, otherwise he will probably be cut down at this moment, and then die among the densely packed iron boots.

Seeing that the enemy in front of him was chopped down by him, Tanglia would not let go of this good opportunity, strode forward, and made another slash with the Saber.

But at this time, one of the two companions around the armored human soldier raised his own large shield and defended desperately.

And the other, holding a steel spear, stabbed desperately.

And the iron armored human soldier desperately endured the pain in his hands, and slashed at it again desperately.

With the cooperation of the three, they had a fight with the pandaren Tanglia.

In addition, both sides are wearing iron armor, which is still a very fine iron armor. It is difficult for weapons to cut through, and they can only use the shock force generated when cutting on the armor to cause damage.

This is even more difficult to die.

Tanglia frantically waved his Saber Saber, completely ignoring his own defense, outputting a thousand catties of strength crazily forward.

The sound of steel colliding with steel kept ringing.

The three human soldiers cooperated with all their strength, one for close combat, one for defense, and one for long-distance combat with steel spears, plus the pandaren on the opposite side, they couldn't cut through their armor with their own saber.

Although they were extremely uncomfortable and would bleed from the concussion force from time to time, they were able to persevere anyway.

A few minutes later, the three armored human soldiers couldn't hold on any longer. They had been knocked into the air so many times that they bumped into the human soldiers behind them, and they vomited several liters of blood.

If you fight any further, you will really be beaten to death.

At this moment, the human officers at the rear began to change the soldiers at the front, and the soldiers at the front retreated to recuperate in the camp at the rear.

The soldiers in the back row advanced to fight on behalf of the opponent.

Pandaren Tangria. Seeing the three half-dead human soldiers whom he had finally beaten, they limped and ran backward among the endless human armored soldiers.

Then he looked at the three human soldiers in their heyday in front of him.

The whole panda was completely mad with anger.

Angrily scolded: "A group of cowards, if you have the ability to hack each other to death with me, don't run away."

"You bastards, my military exploits!"

Pandaren Tanglia's panda eyes turned completely red, and he didn't care what was there anymore.

He directly threw away his saber, he felt that it was very useless, he needed a heavy weapon, a very heavy weapon.

Suddenly, a pandaren brother next to him came into his eyes.

Having lost his mind, he didn't care so much, he just slapped his brother unconscious.

Then he grabbed the opponent's legs with both hands, and fiercely wheeled the opponent forward.

A panda weighing 1,500 catties was directly wheeled up, and the lethality can be imagined.

Four or five human soldiers were directly thrown into the sky, and halfway through the flight, they were shocked to death by the huge shock force.

The mad Tanglia, taking turns with his pandaren brothers, slaughtered all directions on the front line, flying eighteen human soldiers in a row.

Twelve human soldiers were directly shocked to death by the force of the shock on the way.

Then, he ran out of energy.

The pandaren brothers are really easy to use, but they are too heavy and too much effort.

Also, the iron armor is too slippery, and it's not smooth at all.

After grabbing twelve military merits, Tanglia carried the pandaren brothers who had fainted, and hurriedly changed positions with the brothers behind.

Then keep changing positions and go to the rear.

Behind the battlefield, Tanglia finally climbed out of the battlefield with the pandaren brothers on his back.

Looking at the hundreds of supervising team pandas in front of him, he was completely exhausted, and said weakly: "I have cut eighteen military merits, take me to see the priest quickly."

"I want to claim my reward."

The hundreds of supervising team pandas in the back looked at each other a few times.

A few officers walked out of it, two of them lifted the pandaman brother who had fainted, and the other two held Tanglia's panda arms, and sent him into the camp with his feet.

Whether to run or not, there are priests and scholars with crystal balls to judge. They have a lot of methods to judge whether they are exhausted or run.

Moreover, after fighting for so long, none of the pandaren have ever escaped.

There is no way, the equipment of the human beings on the opposite side is so good that they can't be cut through with a saber, all of them are like turtles.

Get rid of an old troublemaker.

in the tent.

The pandaren priest holding a crystal ball looked at the two pandas in front of him, one unconscious and the other smiling.

His face was a little dark, and he said to Tanglia: "How can you use your own people as weapons?"

"Don't do that next time!"

"If you really think the weapon is not heavy enough, you can just cut down a big tree and use the big tree as a weapon on the battlefield. It is smooth and not slippery, and it is heavy enough. It is much easier to use than a panda as a weapon."

"As for your military achievements, there are twelve. Those eighteen people you smashed into the air? There are still six alive."

"So there are only twelve."

"Besides, if you get twelve military merits, this Panda clansman who is used as a weapon will also get a little profit, so let him share one."

"After all, you have made everyone like this, and you can get so many military merits. His weapon has a lot of credit."

"Without him, you might not have achieved a single military achievement."

While talking, the pandaren priest kept pulling a cross-shaped soldering iron in the charcoal brazier.

In the Dragon Alliance, the way to distinguish an officer is very simple, just look at what is printed on his head.

If the word "兵" is branded on the head, then it is a soldier, and if it is branded with a cross, then it is a commander.

In the same way, a centurion, a thousand commander, and a ten thousand commander have hundreds, thousands, and ten thousand characters branded on their heads.

A little painful, but very efficient.

As for the question of whether anyone will pretend to be a claim, it is even simpler. It is very easy for a transcendent to judge whether someone is lying.

It took a while for an ordinary soldier to become a superhuman.

At that time, the commanders of tens, centurions, and thousands would talk to him.

And in the process, there are still a lot of relatives of extraordinary people who want to come to recognize their relatives, many of whom are scholars and great scholars.

In this case, if you want to pretend to be a claim, it is simply courting death.

Not to mention, there are a lot of gods watching in the sky, each of them attaches great importance to military exploits, and while keeping their own plate firmly in check, they are also desperately looking at other people's plates.

I'm afraid that the other party will use some improper means to take away my own interests.

The will of the world, the saints, and even those ancient evil gods are not idle.

Even if he escaped the inspection of all the supernatural beings in the dragon alliance, the gods would teach him to be a man.

Even if Goddess of Destiny covered it up for him and deceived all the gods, the will of the world still has it all covered.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for someone to pretend to be a leader and brand his own head.

Pandaren Tanglia was a little disappointed when he heard that he could only obtain eleven military merits. After all, it was too far away from eighteen military merits, and the various benefits he obtained were also countless.

But what the pandaren priest said made sense, and while speaking, he took out his crystal ball, played back the scene of his battle, and put all the evidence in front of him.

He could only accept it obediently.

Afterwards, the pandaren priest took out the cross-branding iron from the brazier, pointed at the forehead of the pandaren Tanglia, and stamped it down with a little force.