Black Dragon Kingdom

Time is like a river, time is like a shuttle, and time is like the flowing water in the river.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years of the mortal era.

The moon is sparse, and the cold wind blows the earth at night.

Standing tall on the top of his golden castle, Ace looked at the moon slowly moving towards the west. A pair of scarlet longan eyes shone in the night sky, full of expectations for the new era.

"From the moment the sun rises from the earth, the era of mortals will end, and the era of saints will come."

"This is a new era, and it is also an era of innovation and openness."

"Jingya World will surely take an important step towards the multiverse within this era."

"Among the endless wisdom, the multiverse must be in sight."

He quietly waited for the sunrise, looking forward to the moment when the sun rises from the sky and shines on the earth.

The Era of Evil Dragons, Era of Mortals, Era of Saints, Era of Gods, and the rotation of the four worlds are the development plans he and Jingya made.

And with the passage of time, each era is divided by the original interests and becomes more meaningful.

Dragon Era is responsible for breaking the monopoly of class and bringing the world back to chaos.

The mortal era established preliminary rules, and innovative and creative thinking took root in this era, providing the world with primitive vitality.

The Era of the Saints shaped the laws, rules, and sub-rules that the saints thought were perfect. Various laws, rules, and sub-rules fought and merged with each other in the war.

The Era of Gods is the perfect result of the use of the last three epochs, making Jingya's world a step further.

Under the cycle is the cycle of prosperity and decline, chaos and order.

From the perspective of laws and regulations, he watched the Jinya world where Hengli was shining like a great sun in the void.

In the world, the endless laws and rules have already selected their spokespersons, and they support the new laws and rules or sub-laws and rules created by their spokespersons.

In the shining of endless laws and rules, each saint shines with his own brilliance, uses his own laws and rules or sub-laws to help his own group grow, and wantsonly fights for hegemony in the world.

And whenever the laws and rules created by two saints collide, they either conflict, oppose, or merge.

War is like a melting pot, which rules all the laws together, and they merge into one in the conflict and confrontation, turning into a more perfect existence.

Everything looks so perfect.

And perfect things always attract the eyes of wisdom, and he is no exception.

The breeze fluctuated, the grass swayed, and the moon slowly set and was about to disappear into the mountains.

At this moment, Ace turned his gaze to the east of the world, and streaks of dazzling sunlight crossed the highest sky of Jingya's world like a shining sword.

The high-altitude sunshine in the sky shines on the high-altitude clouds, forming beautiful fire clouds one after another.

Followed by a round of big sun slowly rising from the horizon.

Light, this world that has completely descended.

And this also means that the era of mortals is over and the era of saints is coming.

At this time, Ace could feel that in the original mortal era, the rules of absolute militarism that any intelligent being could use were completely blocked.

Any forces without saints, legendary saints, and semi-holy ones are no longer able to use the rules of absolute militarism.

Only the forces with saints, legendary saints, and semi-holy ones can use the rules of absolute militarization.

And those forces without saints, legendary saints, and semi-holy ones were directly blocked completely. They wanted to use the rules of absolute militarism, but they couldn't remember how to use them at all.

In addition, the law of destiny began to work. He favored a group of intelligent beings with the highest genetic level in Jingya's world, and guided them towards the superhuman beings on the wisdom side.

Everything happened in an instant.

Looking at the sun rising completely from the sky, he couldn't help showing a slight smile, then turned and walked towards his vault.

...

Black Dragon Kingdom, West.

The border between mountains and grasslands.

The Alp Basin is a basin surrounded by mountains and is surrounded by mountains.

This basin was once the territory of a centaur kingdom. They developed steadily in this basin and lived in harmony with the surrounding ethnic groups. The centaurs who are not interested in mountains and rivers have a good relationship with all ethnic groups in the mountains.

However, one day, a large portal suddenly opened, and a large group of fleeing grassland elves came to this basin.

Thus, the war broke out between the prairie elves and the centaur kingdom, and neither side was willing to give up this prairie.

However, the prairie elves completely defeated the centaur clan with the help of the defense system and farming functions of the four-sided platform and small hills brought about by the rules of the law of mountains and rivers.

After a hundred years of fighting, the grassland elves have become the masters of this grassland.

However, because the genocide greatly stimulated the legends of the centaur kingdom, before they were completely wiped out in the basin, the legends of the centaur kingdom dragged the legends of the grassland elves to die together.

The centaur family disappeared, and the prairie elf family also lost their ruler, and the third-order transcendents of the prairie elves under them refused to obey anyone.

Gradually, the prairie elves split up, and until now, even though many legends have been born among them, there is still no unified trend.

The mighty kobold army has come to the border of the grassland elves.

They looked at the densely packed four-sided hills at the foot of the mountain, and they all had headaches.

The defense system of Silengtai Xiaoshanbao is difficult to fight. Just look at how they defended against the bunch of elves before, and you will know how strong it is.

At that time, they were just a group of skinny and pregnant women who were drained dry, and their strength was not even one.

On the frontal battlefield, even if it was doubled three or four times, it still couldn't beat that group of elves.

But they relied on the defense system of the small mountain bag of the Silengtai to cause heavy losses to the group of elves, and they had to retreat after paying two or three times the casualties.

The kobold Milstein frowned and said to the kobold Pabukar, who had reached the third rank of the dark nobleman, "Do you have any good solutions for the turtle shell that stretches for a hundred thousand square kilometers?"

"With the strong defensive power brought by their defense system, if it is really a one-shot attack, there will not be enough 60 to 70 million elite soldiers in the Black Dragon Kingdom ruled by His Majesty."

"Our tribe is dead, and we may not be able to wipe them all out."

Grassland elves are different from normal elves because of their extremely special habits. They are all elves who live underground, and only occasionally come to the surface when farming.

A variety of tunnel shooting holes are located in every corner of the territory they rule, with shooting techniques of hundreds of steps, plus endless tunnels and small hills with four-sided platforms.

With the help of the defense system, the prairie elves could hit ten of them casually.

If the prairie elves were not stupid, they would run away along the tunnel after shooting an arrow, and go to the next shooting hole.

The casualty ratio can reach an astonishing one to twenty.

He was not cowardly, but the casualties were really too great.

The kobold Pabukar glanced at the grassland elves in the hills of Silengtai from time to time poking their heads out to observe their group of enemies, and his face was quite ugly.

How easy it was for them to deal with the bunch of sneak attacking elves with the help of the four-edge platform and small mountain bag defense system before, but now it is so difficult.

Hearing his boss ask him a question, he turned his head and said, "Or let's persuade him to surrender."

"After these years of investigation, although this group of grassland elves occupies a grassland of 100,000 square kilometers, their total population is only about 10 million."

"A grassland of 100,000 square kilometers is 100 million acres of land, which is enough to feed a population of 400 million under normal circumstances."

"In this way, as long as we can persuade the grassland elves to surrender, we will still make a lot of money."

In the past, he would never have had the idea of ​​persuading him to surrender, after all, the great military service of heaven and earth is the greatest.

He disliked not having enough military merits, how could he allow military merits to surrender?

But it is different now, as long as the land can be brought down, even if there are not too many fiefdoms, he and his race can still survive on it.

It's just that you have to worry about the attacks of other dark races from His Majesty the Black Dragon Monarch.

Temporary fiefdoms appeared, and there was no need for them to kill them all.

Seeing that this bunch of prairie elves are so tough and difficult to fight, he said words of persuasion without hesitation.

Hearing such an answer, the legendary kobold Milstein thought about it.

This doesn't seem to be impossible, anyway, this bunch of prairie elves only has a population of 10 million, compared to the population that this piece of 100,000 square kilometers of prairie can carry is just a drizzle.

If they can be persuaded to surrender, the temporary fiefdoms occupied by their kobold clan and other clans under His Majesty's command can more than double in an instant.

In this way, it is not much better than gnawing on this pile of turtle shells.

As for the question of whether there is a war, all ethnic groups are now fighting for temporary fiefdoms every day, okay? The genetic screening function of the absolute militarism rule has already been operated to the extreme.

Too many wars have been fought, and there are still endless wars to be fought. One more prairie elf is not many, and one less prairie elf is not a lot.

Thinking of this, the Kobold Milstein nodded and said to the Kobold Pabkar: "Pabkar, since you proposed this plan, then you should go for a walk in the grassland."

"I believe you will be able to convince them to reduce the casualties of our kobolds."

The kobold Pabkar who proposed the plan was instantly dumbfounded.

Wouldn't it be his life to ask him to negotiate with the prairie elves?

Although they haven't fought the prairie elves yet, other dark races have fought with the prairie elves a long time ago. Both sides have killed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and their blood feuds have already been piled up.

He ran over to talk now, and it would be nice if they didn't chop him into meat paste.

He quickly shook his head and said, "Boss, I won't go, you can't trick me like this."

"The other tribes have fought against the prairie elves, killing them ruthlessly. I ran over to persuade them to surrender. Isn't this giving away the dog's head for nothing?"

"No, absolutely not."

He has made up his mind now, he will never go.

The legendary kobold Milstein glanced at the unusually resistant kobold Pabkar.

His face was not very good-looking, but he didn't say anything.

After all, this guy is the husband of his seven daughters, the son-in-law whom he kisses so much that he can't kiss any more. If he doesn't go, is it possible that he is really forced to go?

But if he doesn't go, who can let him go?

And what he said made sense, other dark races had already fought against the prairie elves, and they ran over at this moment, it seemed that they might really give away the dog's head.

"Then what do you say?"

He kicked his own ball to the kobold Pabukkar.

At this moment, the kobold Pabukar began to use his brain quickly. He suggested it, and he was the one who didn't want to go. What if he didn't say one, two, three?

The old man can get mad.

After twenty seconds of thinking, the kobold Pabukar had a flash of inspiration and said, "Boss, you have a loud voice, or you should yell."

"Tell the elves on the opposite side that we want to persuade them to surrender."

"Our kobolds are absolutely not bad in terms of loyalty and commitment, among other things."

"The grassland elves will definitely send someone to negotiate with us."

At this moment, the kobold Pabkar greatly admired his intelligence and wit.

Look at how smart he is, he thought of the solution all at once.

Hearing the good suggestion from Kobold Pabkar, the legendary Kobold Milstein was extremely satisfied.

It's still this kid's brain is good, good ideas follow one after another.

However, it is precisely because his brain is very good, otherwise he would not marry his seven daughters to each other.

Made up my mind.

The kobold Milstein yelled at the grassland experienced by the grassland without hesitation, telling them that the kobold clan would allow the grassland elves to surrender on behalf of His Majesty the Black Dragon Monarch.

Amidst the deafening roar, countless prairie elves hidden in the tunnel climbed up to the ground one after another, stood on the square platform, and looked curiously at the distant mountains.

And the news of persuading surrender, along with the roar of the legendary kobold Milstein, spread to ten, ten to hundreds, hundreds to thousands, and thousands to thousands, and it spread throughout the basin ruled by the grassland elves within a minute. basin.

A few hours later, forty-eight legendary prairie elves, from all directions in the Alp Basin, quickly descended on the area where the legendary kobold Milstein was located.

The Black Dragon Kingdom ruled by Ace has experienced decades of development. With the help of extremely frequent temporary fiefdom wars and abundant blood sacrifice resources, the number of legends has already exceeded 70 early.

In terms of the number of legends, it far exceeds that of the prairie elves, and the number of fighters is also dozens of times that of the prairie elves.

With the help of the strong fertility of the dark races, the grassland elves knew that they would lose this war.

It's just a matter of time.

Now that they can surrender and join in, they certainly won't hesitate.

In fact, they originally wanted to ask for help from the powerful elf kingdom in the south.

But as they knew Ace's appearance, they immediately gave up their hearts.

The pitch-black scales, the horns of the head like a crown, and the scarlet eyes, it doesn't look too much like the one they admired under the crown of the god Adele they believe in.

It is simply a joke to hope that the elf kingdom will attack the other party.

It would be nice if people didn't confess Ace.

The most important thing is that according to the news they have learned, the one their god Adele admires is the Lord of the world they are living in now.

The two sides have a fairly close relationship.

Otherwise, how could their prairie elves be so prosperous in Jingya's world? Originally, only giant dragons could use the laws of mountains and rivers, and they could use them from birth.

With the help of this farming rule, their prairie elves occupy three-fifths of the prairie Gobi and desert in Jingya's world.

Other races, other ethnic groups, may have forgotten each other because the Lord of the World has not appeared in the world for a long time, and they don't even know what the Lord of the World looks like.

But they are different. Take out the portraits preserved in the group, and then take a closer look at the little black dragon opposite.

The two sides cannot say that there is a difference, only that they are basically the same except for the size.

Even their personalities are similar.

How can you fight this?