Black Dragon Kingdom

In the eastern part of the Black Dragon Kingdom, in the vast and boundless Silengtai hills and grasslands.

The Centaur Commander Hundred Thousand, looking at the densely packed and endless grassland elves outside his permanent fief, his head felt extremely headache.

He said leisurely to the legendary centaur saint next to him, "Son, have you thought of a way to overthrow those elves?"

"Since we were enfeoffed in this piece of grassland, all our temporary fiefdoms have been snatched by those hateful grassland elves. Now our family can only live on the permanent fiefdoms that are dozens of times less than the temporary fiefdoms."

"It's been a very, very sad day."

"Every year you have a large number of your brothers and sisters, as well as your own descendants, launching a death attack on the elves without food."

Having said that, he clenched his teeth fiercely.

As a 100,000-man captain, he ruled over 300,000 acres of land, and more than one million clansmen lived on his fief.

Moreover, he also has the ruling authority of his other ten heirs of ten thousand husbands. Whenever a war breaks out, he can recruit them to start a war.

Of course, although they have contact in normal times, they cannot support each other.

On the way between him and their fiefs, the temporary fiefdoms and permanent fiefdoms of various races are arranged intricately. If they want to merge together, at least they have to cut down dozens of permanent fiefdoms ruled by officers above ten thousand Temporary fief.

Just to say the least, the heir of the eldest son who is farthest from his fief is lined up with 2.33 temporary and permanent fiefdoms ruled by military officers above ten thousand.

Look at the enemies along the way, regardless of whether it is him or other miscellaneous races, the officers of ten thousand men and one hundred thousand men, basically cut off the possibility of supporting each other in the internal temporary fiefdom war.

They can only rely on their own wisdom and strength to break out of the encirclement among thousands of enemies, so that they can obtain the benefits they want.

If it fails, all the temporary fiefdoms will be snatched away by other races or other officers of the same race, and they can only roll back to their permanent fiefdoms in despair, enduring their own interests being reduced several times, or even Dozens of times.

At this point, he was clearly a loser.

The temporary fief that belonged to him, which was 25 times more than his permanent fief at the beginning, has been lost under his hard work and struggle.

The loss of more than 90% of his profits made him want to fight out all the time and regain the temporary fief that he had lost.

The centaur legendary sage looked at his father who was gnashing his teeth, and thought for a while, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

He is just a centurion, and he became a legendary saint with the support of his father. The interests of both parties are the same, let alone him who is emotionally attached to him, and is extremely loyal to his father .

He solemnly said: "Father, the situation is so dire that we want to fight our way out of adversity and snatch back our former temporary fief, so that the people who are on the verge of starvation can have a chance to live."

"There can only be one reform."

Reform, for any force, is a gamble of life and death.

Since the master of the world, Ace, created the rules of absolute militarization, reform has been a word that has been very rejected by the major rulers.

As for why this is so, it is because there is no shortage of people who want to reform in every force and every country.

And the Jingya world is so vast, there are naturally countless people and countries to reform.

However, to the horror of countless rulers, more than 99% of the reformed countries and forces have basically perished.

Even if the reform is successful, it will perish for various reasons.

Or because the foundation of the absolute militarization rules has been shaken, the genetic level of the entire ethnic group has plummeted, resulting in a reduction in strength, and the extermination of the killed clan.

Or on the way to reform, the conservatives and the reformers fought fiercely, and were taken advantage of by other forces, and their families were also killed.

Or it may be that various interest classes in the country accept the reform, but the shock brought about by the reform is unavoidable anyway. It takes some time to adapt to the emergence of new things, and the beneficial effects brought about by the reform are also It takes a certain amount of time to generate. Taking advantage of this gap, countless tigers, leopards and wolves will not miss it. In most cases, they will swarm up and eat each other up.

The high death rate brought about by the reform has made countless countries and forces stay away from it.

Therefore, if the vast majority of countries and forces want to reform, they will try their best to pick the fruits of others.

In the vast world of Jingya, there are very few successful reforms, and after successful reforms, they will bring beneficial reforms to their own race and country, and even fewer to the extreme.

But Jingya's world is too big to stand up. Even among a million continents, only one country or faction's reform has brought benefits.

In the Jingya world, which is measured by hundreds of millions of continents, the number of successful reforms born every hundred years is quite a lot.

Successful reforms, also known as ripe fruits of civilization, are special rules that help the rules of absolute militarization work.

Hearing about the reform, Centaur Master Wan subconsciously resisted.

After all, the consequences of the tragic reforms of those forces in the past really scared the Centaur, but he thought again: "The situation seems to be different from before. As long as it failed in the past, the dead people who could only be killed extinct."

"But now, the Black Dragon Kingdom where I'm staying is at the height of the sun. Relying on the endless elite soldiers who are willing to accept surrender and the temporary fiefdom war, it's not a bad idea to cut from south to north and from north to south. One defeat."

"The countries and forces that have surrendered can be arranged from one end of the continent to the other."

"As long as the Black Dragon Kingdom is not destroyed, even if I fail a thousand or ten thousand times in the temporary fief, my permanent fief will always be mine."

Pi Li Pa La calculated in his mind, and found that his worst situation was his current situation.

In an instant he abandoned the fear of reform.

In the end, he agreed to the suggestion of his son, the legendary centaur saint, to vigorously reform.

After the centaur legendary saint got the support of his father, he instantly exploded to his 120% potential.

Without a great wise man, he does not want to show the knowledge he has created in the world.

Now, he owns a stage with more than 300,000 acres of fiefdom. Of course, he will unleash all his potential and fight hard.

He raised his knife and started a vigorous journey of reform.

First, he visited his teacher, a powerful demigod.

Then, through his teacher's relationship, he visited his teacher's teacher, that is, his ancestor, a god who had raised the kingdom of God to the sky and turned into an eternal and immortal existence.

And with the help of his god-level ancestor, he has easily obtained more than a thousand mature civilization fruits that have been successfully reformed and have been operating in many countries and forces for thousands of years.

After getting everything he wanted.

He began to absorb the knowledge from the fruits of civilization, and worked hard to arrange the essence of these fruits of civilization so that it could be adapted to his ethnic group.

Three years later.

After untold hardships, he centered on the principle of survival and created a powerful fruit of civilization that can make his group go further.

In the tall castle, the Centaur Hundred Thousand Leaders looked at the plan in his hand, his eyes were full of confusion.

Why are there some weird rules here?

Why do you want to replace the docile cattle and sheep that were originally raised in the hills of Silengtai in the rule of mountains and rivers with ferocious sheep and cattle.

Also, why did the original wild rabbits all have to be replaced with wind speed rabbits that run fast, even faster than their centaurs.

In addition to these, the plan also requires that when hunting prey outside, they must fight head-on, and weapons and armor are not allowed.

You must turn your prey head-on and kill it, so that you can eat the other party.

It is also not allowed to bully the few with the more, and have to fight one-on-one.

By the way, the prey on the opposite side can be bullied with more.

Seeing these extremely outrageous rules, the centaur commander Shiwan fell into confusion.

Lord of the world, Ace, what is this writing?

I looked left and right, looked up and down, why did I see the words "abuse the tribe" in this plan over and over again?

Is it my illusion?

Putting down the plan, he looked at his son, the centaur legendary saint, who looked at him expectantly.

He put in a lot of effort, bearing the extremely awkward feeling of ruining the three views: "Son, are you really sure that the reform plan you think about and create can help our loved ones become stronger."

"This plan, no matter how I look at it, I don't think it's right?"

"Are you sure he's really useful?"

With the use of two confirmed Centaur Hundred Thousand Commanders, the mood at this time is quite restless.

The plan doesn't say anything else, it just talks about a ferocious cow. This is not a docile cow.

His combat power is extremely powerful, most of them are 1.8 meters tall, and a single charge has a force close to more than one ton.

One-on-one on the frontal battlefield, you can knock an ordinary centaur seven or eight meters away without panting.

Although the Dire Sheep was a little weaker, it wasn't much weaker. Ordinary tribesmen fought one-on-one with the Dire Sheep, and the outcome was 50-50.

Replace most of the prey in the clan with these two creatures, and they are not allowed to carry weapons, and group fights are not allowed, and they must be singled out one-on-one.

Are you sure this is not torturing the clansmen?

Facing his father's question, the centaur legendary saint said confidently: "Father, please rest assured that this is the most suitable reform plan for us centaurs created by combining more than a thousand fruits of civilization."

"I assure you, according to my reform plan, within twenty years, we will have the strength to fight elves."

In fact, he can't guarantee that he will be able to fight the elves within twenty years.

But how to put it, let's blow out the cowhide first.

No matter what, the reform plan must be allowed to continue.

As long as the reform plan he designed really improved the strength of his family group, even if he still couldn't defeat those prairie elves twenty years later, that wouldn't be a problem.

He believed that at that time, his father would never have the slightest complaint against him, and would highly appreciate him.

After all, if you can't do the grassland elves, you can't do it. The big deal is to go to the external war with a knife to cut permanent military merits. As long as the strength improves, is it possible that you will not have military merits?

Looking at his son who was full of confidence, he patted his chest and promised that he would be able to fight against the grassland elves within twenty years.

In the heart of Centaur Hundred Thousand Masters, there are ten thousand unbelievers.

Where are the grassland elves easy to fight?

The prairie they are staying in was originally the territory of the prairie elf kingdom. After the prairie elf kingdom surrendered to their black dragon kingdom, the territory was divided among each other. They, the group of centaurs and other large and small races came here .

Because this grassland was originally the territory of the Grassland Elf Kingdom, even though most of the Grassland Elf Chiefs were entrusted to other places, there are still many Grassland Elf Chiefs left behind.

It has an astonishing ratio of nearly one-tenth.

Relying on their familiarity with the terrain and their strong combat power, they have cut back 30% of the temporary fiefdoms in this piece of grassland that originally belonged to the kingdom of the grassland elves.

Take the prairie elf Chief Wan outside him as an example. At this time, the permanent land he owns is only 30,000 acres, which is only 10% of his permanent land. Relying on his own strong combat power, the opponent has cut down nearly a hundred people. An officer above ten thousand commanders.

Occupying a large area of ​​temporary fiefdom, the temporary fiefdom under his rule has exceeded 20 million acres.

Isn't that what scares them the most?

After all, elves, fertility is flawed.

The former prairie elf kingdom ruled the north of the chaotic continent. Relying on its powerful farming ability in the Gobi grassland and desert, the surrounding countries could not find their way to the north.

With less pressure, the desire to reproduce will naturally be less.

But as the huge prairie elf kingdom was split up, all the officers of the prairie elves who were above ten thousand commanders looked outside the territory, and there were aliens everywhere, and enemies who wanted to cut them down and grab their territory.

Its pressure exploded instantly.

In order to protect their territory in the frequent wars, all the grassland elves, Chief Wanfu, took out their ancestors' old skills, pouring potions of reproduction vigorously, and using sextuplets artifacts desperately.

In recent years, the strength of the grassland elves has swelled crazily under the pressure of breaking through the sky.

The prairie elf commander outside him has 20 million acres of temporary fiefdom, and the number of prairie elves under him has skyrocketed to an astonishing 15 million.

He also likes to dig tunnels, and all races suffer from headaches.

If he was able to fight the opponent in twenty years, he wouldn't believe it if his head was kicked by a donkey.

But now, he can only give it a try.

If he doesn't try, he will always be suppressed by this group of grassland elves, drooling as he looks at the temporary fiefdom outside.

Tried, anyway, there is a slight chance that it is not.