Black Dragon Kingdom Chapter 568

  Chapter 568 Compared with an extraordinary person with a mortal body

  Seven years later, in the territory of a hundred thousand centaur commanders, in a vast grassland with four-sided terraces and hills.

  The seven centaurs looked at the ferocious sheep grazing on the grass with their blood-red eyes leisurely. After looking at each other for a few times, they took off their leather armor one by one and threw their weapons aside.

   In an unequipped state, facing the vicious sheep on the opposite side.

Accompanied by the approaching of the seven centaurs, the fifteen vicious sheep who were grazing raised their heads one by one from the state of eating, and their blood-red eyes stared violently at the uninvited centaurs. People and horses.

   Dire sheep are an extremely bloodthirsty and warlike sheep breed. They will never run away from enemies of the same level.

   Instead, they will go from weak to strong, step by step and single out the enemy on the opposite side.

  Of course, in the face of enemies far surpassing them, they are still quite conscientious, running as fast as they can.

   As for the current situation, it was obvious that seven centaurs who were about the same strength as them came to trouble them, so of course they would not run away.

  Thinking about it, they were all a little eager to try and **** each other.

   Tens of seconds later.

  The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and the distance between the two sides is already approaching 20 meters.

  In the flock of vicious sheep, seven vicious sheep that looked relatively weak stood up one by one from the flock according to the rule of going from weak to strong against the enemy.

  Facing the approach of the seven centaurs, they paved the ground with their hooves one by one, and their curved horns pointed straight at the seven centaurs.

  Boiling hot air spurted from their nostrils.

   "Meaaah!"

  Two sheep calls roared from their mouths.

  The seven dire sheep each selected a target, and charged towards it with all their might.

  The seven centaurs did not show any weakness, and rushed up with their bare hands.

  Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

  Intense impact sounded, seven centaurs and seven vicious sheep fought together, you bumped into me, I threw you, all red-eyed.

  After a fierce battle, the three centaurs were overthrown by three vicious sheep in the fierce battle. While being slightly injured, they were also disgraced.

   Only four centaurs won the battle, capturing their prey head-on.

  On the way back.

   Picking up their weapons, among the seven centaurs who had put on their equipment, three centaurs who hadn't got their prey silently picked up their bows and arrows, and aimed their hunting targets at the group of wind speed rabbits running extremely fast.

   It's just that the reason why the wind speed rabbit is called the wind speed rabbit is that it runs extremely fast and is very, very difficult to shoot.

  In addition, the surrounding grasslands are densely packed with small hills with four-edged terraces. In such a complicated environment, it is much more difficult to hunt the wind speed rabbit than to kill the vicious sheep head-on.

  Most of the centaurs work hard for a day, and when they are exhausted, they can shoot one and eat half full.

  If you want to barely eat enough, you have to eat a lot of pasture like a dire sheep.

  One of the strongest centaur looked at the three brothers who were going to hunt the wind speed rabbit, and said with a little bit of bitterness in his mouth:

   "The days are getting more and more difficult. Those vicious sheep and bulls don't know what's going on these years. They are getting stronger and stronger."

   "I used to be able to beat a vicious bull, but now I can only bully those vicious sheep."

"There are also those wind speed rabbits, just like taking medicine, running faster and faster, if my father saw that we could not catch up with those rabbits, and allowed us to hunt the first wind speed rabbit every day, let us With bows and arrows, most of our brothers probably have to eat grass for a living."

   Speaking of this, he was full of confusion.

  Seven years ago, without knowing what happened, all the officers led them, carrying knives, and hacked to death all the more docile sheep, cattle, and rabbits in the territory.

   Among the dense food, they had a very happy year.

  However, the scene that made them feel scolded was born, after they finished eating all the food reserves.

   Group after group of violent sheep, violent cows, and fast-running wind speed rabbits were thrown into the pasture.

  This has greatly increased their workload. Every time they want to get food, they can no longer easily kill the docile cattle and sheep as before, and eat fat sheep and beef.

   The Dire Sheep and Dire Ox have to be turned over head-on, so that they can eat meat, and the difficulty of obtaining food has been directly multiplied several times.

  The scariest thing is that this is just the beginning, and more extreme things are yet to come.

  After a year of feeding Dire Sheep and Dire Cattle, something happened that made them feel confused.

  Their officer fathers, all call upon them to do the honor of warriors, and to treat their prey fairly and justly.

   They are not allowed to use weapons and armor to deal with the violent sheep and bulls whose combat power is over the top, let alone gang fights, and one-on-one hand-to-hand combat is required to give the prey enough respect.

  Also, when hunting the Wind Speed ​​Rabbit, it is absolutely not allowed to use long-range weapons, even stones are not allowed, you must chase desperately, chase desperately, catch the Wind Speed ​​Rabbit after chasing it, and then you can eat the other Wind Speed ​​Rabbit.

  The restrictions one by one, like a sledgehammer after another, stunned them.

  They fiercely want to oppose the unreasonable rules that abuse them like this.

  However, whenever they mustered up the courage to stand in front of their officer father and officer mother, looking at the sharp extraordinary sword behind them, they were shamefully discouraged.

   It's not that they don't work hard and are not strong, but that the knives of the officer's father and officer's mother are too big and too sharp.

   What else can I do if I don't follow my heart? Is it possible to have **** with your parents?

   Not to mention whether they will do it or not, their affection for their parents is very deep, and a little rule restriction is not enough to shake the emotional bond between them.

  For various reasons, they lived a very miserable life.

  Today I have to compete with a fierce sheep, and I am bruised all over my body. Tomorrow, I will wrestle with a fierce bull, and if I am not careful, I will be knocked into the air seven or eight meters away.

  The day after tomorrow I can't be idle, I want to go crazy and chase the group of wind speed rabbits that run so fast, they are so panting that their lungs can be gasped out deeply by them.

  Recalling the previous scenes, it was all blood and tears.

   In recent years, for some unknown reason, the combat effectiveness of the Dire Sheep and Dire Ox began to increase step by step.

   The speed at which the wind speed rabbit runs is also rising steadily.

  The difficulty of hunting is getting more difficult month by month.

  Obviously five or six years ago, he was able to do the Dire Bull, but now, he couldn't do it at all. Every time he fought with the Dire Bull, he was hit by the Dire Bull and was bruised all over.

  If it weren't for his father being an extraordinary man who could heal his wounds with extraordinary power, he would have been killed in battles with vicious sheep time and time again.

  The second most powerful centaur listened to the facts in his ears, and sighed: "How many of us are doing well?"

   "I heard that the dire sheep and cattle in the neighboring territory are much more vicious than the dire sheep and cattle in our territory."

   "Many centaurs are killed every day."

   "However, although many centaurs were killed by them, there are quite a few semi-transcendents among them."

   "Unless you have reached the top of the extraordinary, you can fight against the ferocious bull king with extraordinary combat power and win the battle."

   "The most important thing is that these semi-transcendents are quite popular."

   "It's a woman, who can easily marry a male military winner, give birth to a lot of offspring, and at the same time have the right to participate in external wars."

   "If it's a man, it's pretty good. There are a lot of female military winners who want to grab it, and there are a lot of participation rights in external wars."

  Listening to the seductive sound in their ears, the other three centaurs swallowed involuntarily.

  Those semi-transcendents are too cool.

  As long as you can fight against the ferocious Bull King head-on, you can not only reach the sky in one step, but also become the wife or husband of a military winner.

   Can also get the right to participate in external wars.

  That's what they dream of.

  Although they have not participated in external wars, they often watch the situation of external wars through the magic screen of their military meritorious father's father.

   That scene.

how to say? It's just killing all the way.

  From south to north, from north to south, the external enemies are all weak chickens.

  As long as you are on the battlefield and your luck is not too bad, it is easy to get permanent military merit.

   It can be said that as long as you defeat the ferocious bull king, you will become a semi-transcendent.

  Permanent military merit recipients have at least half the chance of achievement.

  Compared with the weak chickens outside, it is extremely difficult to fight against those colleagues who robbed temporary military fiefdoms.

  Every inch of land obtained must be stained with blood before it can have a chance to obtain it.

   The difficulty was beyond the charts, and they were all a little desperate.

   While talking, they returned to their home.

  In the home of the centaur centurion, the centaur centurion looked at the extraordinarily majestic daughter in front of him who was bathed in the blood of the fierce bull king.

  With pride on his face, he said happily, "Your birth is the best gift of fate to me."

   "Daughter, as your father, I am proud of your valor."

   "As a mortal, you have achieved miracles that many first-order transcendents have not achieved."

   "Because of your strength."

   "The three Madams have issued an invitation to you to get married."

  The Dire Bull King is the king of the Dire Bulls. Even if he has not reached the top of the Transcendent, he can still compete with ordinary first-order Transcendents by virtue of his extremely powerful body.

   Even many first-order transcendents who have just advanced can't beat the ferocious bull king.

  His daughter, as a mortal, overthrew the ferocious bull king who could compete with the first-order extraordinary.

  Its powerful fighting ability and genetic level are many times stronger than him.

   This is the miracle of life.

   And precisely because she is a miracle of life, the three military officers at the rank of ten thousand commanders are extremely eager for her.

  Looking at the crazy father, the extraordinarily majestic female centaur raised her head high. It was obvious that she was also extra confident in herself.

  After all, the ferocious bull king she is fighting now is different from the ferocious bull king who just came to their centaur territory before.

  For six years, the people of their centaur clan have fought against the dire sheep and the dire ox every day.

  Because Dire Sheep and Dire Ox like to choose the weakest clansman, and they will single out step by step from weak to strong.

   Among the dire sheep and cattle, the dire sheep and cattle that were not strong in combat were all killed by a steady stream of centaurs.

  The Dire Sheep and Dire Ox that survived and reproduced have stronger fighting power than the other. With blood inheritance, the strength of Dire Sheep and Dire Ox is of course increasing steadily.

  The previous centaurs lamented that the strength of the dire sheep and dire sheep and bulls is getting stronger and stronger, and this is the reason.

  As for the ferocious bull king who is the ceiling of their racial combat power, because the underlying foundation is constantly rising, the standard of judgment is of course higher and higher.

  The ferocious bull king in the past, if he died, he would fight a first-order extraordinary person who had just become an extraordinary person. He lost more than he won.

  But the current ferocious Bull King, a Transcendent in the middle of the first order, can only kill him with all his strength. If he is not careful, he may capsize the ship, which is a brutal mess.

  She was able to overturn the current ferocious bull king with a mortal body, which meant that when she was fully armed, she was able to kill the superhumans in the middle of the first order.

  Comparing a mortal to an extraordinary person, what is it but a miracle?

  In the study of Centaur One Hundred Thousand Centaur, Centaur Hundred Thousand Centaur looked at the dazzling one hundred and fifty-six on the semi-extraordinary column on his magic screen.

  The crack at the corner of the mouth almost split directly to the ear.

  He said excitedly: "The one hundred and fifty-six real semi-transcendents can still be compared to the first-level semi-transcendents and mid-stage semi-transcendents."

   "Such a brilliant miracle has appeared on a large scale in my territory."

   "As long as they can reproduce on a large scale, let their bloodlines multiply and spread."

   "It's definitely safe to overthrow those elves."

   Having said that, he sighed softly again.

  Looking at the one-meter-thick marriage proposal letter on the left side of his desk, the lowest rank among them is the commander of a thousand commanders, and most of them are military officers above ten thousand commanders, and there are seven or eight ten thousand commanders.

   He secretly gritted his teeth and cursed: "A group of robbers saw good things in my territory, and they all wanted to **** the good things right away."

   "It's really shameless to the extreme."

   "Are all of them hundreds of years old, or even thousands of years old?"

   "You actually proposed to a bunch of little girls, what about your faces?"

   "If it weren't for the fact that everyone is related by blood, I would have to slap you hundreds of times?"

  For the one hundred and fifty-six baby bumps, he is of course very, very reluctant.

But what made him feel helpless was that they gave too much. They not only took the one hundred and fifty-six darling lumps to the front line, but also tried to win for his legion to go to the front line together. Qualifications.

   Really bleeding.

   You must know that the competition for going to the front line to see permanent military exploits is already so intense that it is jaw-dropping.

  (end of this chapter)

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