MTL - Black Dragon Kingdom-Chapter 450 war back on track

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  Chapter 450 Return to the right track of the war

  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 elf half-body saint bowed slightly and said: "The kingdom of the 120,000 foreign gods has completely left the world's fetal membrane and headed for the world vortex. 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   "The gods, saints, ancient evil gods, and other powerful existences have withdrawn their tentacles after the return of the will of the world."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 semi-holy's face was full of relief.

  God knows, after the will of the world and their Emperor His Majesty both retreated, how many guys in the entire Jinya 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 things has become a mess. The rules of the entire Jingya world are in this torrent, and they are simply 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.

  Eleanor Elisa 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 respected each other on the surface, the two of them agreed to whatever they said.

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

   It is impossible to make the two of them strong!

   In the final analysis, it is 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.

   It is an existence within a country that 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 Jinya world opposite them, their confidence is even weaker.

  Seeing that the battlefield has returned to the right track, Eliza and Elena, who were relieved, returned to their lair and fell into another round of deep sleep.

  …

  On the main continent ruled by the Lord of Darkness, the Outer God, 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 held a saber and walked in the first row, looking at the endless human armored soldiers opposite him.

  He, under the iron armor and face armor, had a pair of panda eyes full of solemnity, and a pair of panda paws clenched his saber, adjusted his breathing, and worked hard to let himself burst out at the moment when he was about to fight. The most powerful strength.

  He roared in his heart full of fighting intent: "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 soldiers. 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 merit and suddenly became soldiers, tens and centurions.

  His eyes turned red from irritation.

  One soldier can seal an acre of land, reward ten slave soldiers, and give ten blood sacrifice energy, and extraordinary skills are also free to choose.

   What a reward.

  Although compared with the one hundred blood sacrifice energy rewarded for every soldier killed in the previous war, 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 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.

  Pandaren Tangria strode forward, iron boots trampled on the ground under his feet, and the blade of the saber gleamed surprisingly coldly in the sun.

"kill!"

  Two torrents of steel crashed into each other, countless heavy weapons were violently raised, 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 armored human soldier held his own big sword and slashed at Tangria with all his might.

  The swords intersected, and the iron armored human soldier only felt an unstoppable force coming from the front, and the whole person was directly cut back and retreated.

   Fortunately, there are a lot of companions behind him blocking him to prevent him from falling, otherwise he would 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 cut down by him, Tanglia would not miss this good opportunity, strode forward, and cut the saber with another slash.

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

  The other, holding a steel spear, stabbed desperately.

  The armored human soldier desperately endured the pain in his hands, and cut down 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 very fine iron armor. It is difficult for weapons to cut through, and only the shock force generated when cutting on the armor can cause damage.

   This is even harder to die.

  Tanglia frantically waved her saber, completely disregarding her own defense, outputting a thousand pounds of power forward crazily.

  The sound of steel colliding with steel kept ringing.

  Three human soldiers cooperated with all their strength, one for melee 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 sabers.

  Although they were incomparably uncomfortable, bleeding 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 already 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 continue to fight, you will really be beaten to death.

  At this time, the human officers in the rear began to change the soldiers in the front line, and the soldiers in the front row retreated to the camp in the rear to recuperate.

  Soldiers in the back row move forward and 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.

  Looked again at the three human soldiers in their heyday in front of them.

  The whole panda was completely mad with anger.

   Cursed angrily: "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!"

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

  He directly threw away his Saber Saber, he felt that it was very difficult to use, 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 turned 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.

   Crazed Tanglia, took turns with his pandaren brothers, killing all directions on the front line, flying 18 human soldiers in a row.

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

   Then, he lost his strength.

  Brother Pandaren is really easy to use, but it is too heavy and too laborious.

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

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

   Then he kept changing positions and went to the rear.

   At the back of 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."

   "I want to claim my reward."

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

  A few officers came out of it, two of them lifted the pandaman brother who had fainted, and the other two took Tanglia's panda arms, and lifted him into the camp.

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

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

  No way, the equipment of the humans on the opposite side is so good that even holding a saber can't cut through them, they all look like turtles.

   Killed an old troublemaker.

  In the tent.

  The pandaren priest with a crystal ball in his hand looked at the two pandas in front of him, one comatose 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 12 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 achievements. His weapon is a great contribution."

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

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

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

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

  Similarly, 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 claim it, this is even simpler. It is very easy for a superhuman to judge whether someone is lying.

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

  At that time, the captains of tens, hundreds, and thousands would talk to him.

  And in the process, there are still a lot of relatives of supernatural beings coming to meet their relatives, including many scholars and university scholars.

   Under such circumstances, if you want to pretend to be a claim, it is simply courting death.

   Not to mention, there are still a lot of gods watching in the sky. They all attach great importance to military achievements.

   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 escapes the checks of all the extraordinary people in the dragon alliance, the gods will teach him to be a man.

  Even if Goddess of Fate personally covered him up 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 short of 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 clamped out the cross-branding iron from the brazier, pointed at the forehead of the pandaren Tanglia, and imprinted it with a little force.

  (end of this chapter)