Black Dragon Kingdom Chapter 553

  Chapter 553 Can't be said to be similar, only exactly the same

  Time is like a river, time is like a shuttle, time is like the flowing water in the river, and it will never return.

  The mortal era is nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years old.

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

  Ace stood tall on the top of his golden castle. He looked at the moon slowly moving towards the west. A pair of scarlet dragon 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 brand new era, and it is also an era of innovation and openness.”

   "Jingya World will surely take an important step towards 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.

  Era of Evil Dragons, Era of Mortals, Era of Saints, Era of Gods, the rotation of the four worlds is the development plan 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 establishes preliminary rules, and innovative and creative thinking takes 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 reincarnation is the cycle of prosperity and decline, chaos and order.

  From the perspective of laws and regulations, he watched the Jingya world where Hengli was shining like a big 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.

  Among the 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 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 conflict and opposition, 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 is undulating, the grass is swaying, the moon is slowly falling, and it is 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 sky full of high-altitude sunlight shines on the high-altitude clouds, forming beautiful fire clouds one after another.

   Followed by a big sun slowly rising from the horizon.

  Brightness, 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 the rules of absolute militarism that could be used by any intelligent being in the original mortal era 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 with the forces of Saints, Legendary Saints, and Semi-Holy Ones, can the rules of absolute militarization be used.

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

  Besides, the law of destiny began to work. He favored a group of intelligent beings with the highest genetic level in Jingya 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 boundary between mountains and grasslands.

  Alpine Basin is a basin surrounded by mountains, 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 grassland elves and the centaur kingdom, and neither side was willing to give up this grassland.

  However, the prairie elves completely defeated the centaur clan with the help of the defense system and farming function of the four-sided platform and small hill bag brought about by 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 perish together.

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

  Slowly, the prairie elves split up. 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 Silongtai hills at the foot of the mountain, and they all had headaches.

   The defense system of the four-edge platform and small mountain bag 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 they doubled three or four times, they still couldn't beat that group of elves.

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

   Kobold Milstein frowned and said to Pabkar, the kobold who had reached the third rank of the dark nobleman: "Do you have any good solutions for the turtle shell that stretches for 100,000 square kilometers?"

   "With the strong defense 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.

  All kinds of tunnel shooting holes are spread all over every corner of the territory they rule, the shooting technique of hundreds of steps piercing Yang, plus endless tunnels and hills with four-sided terraces.

  The prairie elves can hit ten of them casually with the help of the defense system.

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

   The casualty ratio can reach an astonishing one to twenty.

  He is not cowardly, but the casualties are really too great.

  The kobold Pabkar glanced at the grassland elves in the distance from the hillside of Silengtai, who occasionally poked 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 Silongtai hill 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."

   "Based on this calculation, 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 dislikes not having enough military merits, how can 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 many fiefdoms, he and his race can still survive on it.

   Just worry about the attacks of other dark races from His Majesty the Black Dragon Monarch.

  Temporary fiefdoms appear, there is no need for them to kill them all,

  Seeing that this bunch of prairie elves are so tough and difficult to fight, he didn't hesitate to say the words of persuading them to surrender.

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

   This doesn't seem to be impossible. Anyway, this bunch of grassland elves only has a population of 10 million. Compared with the population that this 100,000 square kilometers of prairie can carry, it 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 no better than eating 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 militarization rule has already been operated to the extreme.

  Too many wars have been fought, and there are still endless wars to be fought in the future. One more grassland elf is not many, and one less grassland 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 can take a walk in the grassland."

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

  The kobold Pabkar who proposed the plan was instantly dumbfounded.

   Asking him to negotiate with the grassland elves, isn't that killing him?

  Although they haven't fought the prairie elves yet, other dark races have already fought with the prairie elves.

  He ran over to talk now, 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 so hard. 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 he kisses so badly, if he doesn't go, is it possible that he is really forced to go?

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

   And what he said makes sense, other dark races have already fought against the grassland elves, and they ran over now, it seems that there is really a possibility of giving away the dog's head.

   "Then what do you say?"

  He kicked his own ball to the kobold Pabukkar.

  Kobold Pabkar began to use his brain quickly at this moment. He suggested it, and he was the one who didn't want to go. What if he didn't say something?

  My father-in-law can get mad.

  After 20 seconds of thinking, the kobold Pabkar 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."

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

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

   Look at how smart he is, he has a solution right away.

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

   This kid still has a good brain, and he has good ideas one after another.

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

  I decided on my idea.

  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 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 grassland 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, after decades of development, the number of legends has already exceeded 70 with the help of extremely frequent temporary fiefdom wars and abundant blood sacrifice resources.

   In terms of the number of legends, it far exceeds the grassland elves, and the number of fighters is also dozens of times that of the grassland 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 heard that they could surrender and join in, of course they would not hesitate.

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

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

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

  Hoping that elf kingdom to attack the other party is simply a joke.

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

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

  The two sides have a fairly close connection.

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

  With the help of this farming rule, their grassland elves occupy three-fifths of the grassland 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 left 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 do you fight this?

  (end of this chapter)

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