It is better to be a dog in the prosperous world than a slave to the country.

The race was wiped out, and even if the clan survived, life would not be easy.

People can't do without roots.

There were a total of four Huang Ming people present, the first one was about his early thirties, and his clothes looked dusty, and it was obvious that since the Huang Ming clan was wiped out, he had hardly lived a stable life.

His name is Huayang, and he is the small leader of these people. He fled with three other clansmen and eventually fled to the main city of Tumon.

The other three were three big and small, the eldest was thirty-three four, the younger was twenty-one twelve, and the youngest was a sixteen-year-old girl.

"Have you heard the latest news?" Hua Yang said in a deep voice: "Some of our clansmen have opened a new small restaurant in the South Fifteenth Block, called Huaxia Restaurant, and they actually want to make an appointment with the Misty Daoist Hall in that block. When he said this, he looked at the other three people present and asked, "What do you mean?"

The thirty-three-four-year-old clenched his fists and said, "What else do you mean? Our clan has been destroyed, and the royal family is dead. It won't be long before all of our people will have to be taken away as slaves, so we might as well fight for it. ”

The twenty-twelve-year-old wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "During this time, many of our clansmen were captured by the Misty Dao Pavilion, and my brother was arrested. Fight it, otherwise you will die sooner or later, and if you don't die, you will be a slave, so it is better to die. ”

When the royal family of a race is destroyed, there is no appeal, and a plate of scattered sand can only work hard to keep each other warm.

If you don't hold together, the end will be miserable.

"I don't want to be captured as a slave," the girl clasped her hands on her knees, her head didn't dare to rise, and she trembled uncontrollably, "The races that have been exterminated in our history can't even make up tens of thousands of clansmen until now. Either I was captured as a slave to work as a coolie, or I was used as a resource to extract the crystallization of ability, I don't want to do that, I just want to live well......"

Speaking of this, several people looked at Huayang and said, "Big brother, this is our only chance, if we fight hard, maybe there is a glimmer of hope, otherwise we can only hide in Tibet for the rest of our lives." ”

"Actually, that's what I think too," Huayang pondered for a moment, then sighed and said, "It's just the disparity in strength, this is a battle that is bound to fail." But it's okay, defeat is defeat, it's better than hiding in Tibet like this and not even daring to see the light. Even if we die, we have to die with dignity! Let's go to the door of the restaurant and wait, tomorrow we can do as much as we can!"

Several people immediately said in unison: "Okay!"

That's where we go.

There are still some Huangming people like this near the fifteenth block south of the main city of Tumeng, and finally gathered at the door of the Huaxia restaurant, a total of 22 people.

These people are warriors at the top of the ranks, and most of them are soldiers.

No matter how high it is, it's gone.

There's really nothing that can be done.

In the final battle of extermination, twenty-four of the twenty-five strongest LV6 mixed-level masters of the Huang Ming clan died, and 16 of the 328 city lord-level masters finally escaped.

The reason is very simple - three LV7 star master-level powerhouses appeared in the Fog Yin Clan at one time, otherwise how could they exterminate the Huang Ming Clan?

"Let's all cheer up. Huayang looked at these Huangming people in front of him, and kept cheering everyone up: "Although our Huangming clan has been wiped out, we can't lose our momentum." Even if it's death, you'll have to pull a few pads!"

"Yes," one of them sighed, "There was a great crisis in the history of our Huang Ming clan, and our people fled once and finally disappeared. This time our situation is even more serious than the last time, the royal family is dead, and there is nowhere to escape, everyone is desperate, in case...... What if we still have a chance?"

"yes, I hope there's a case. I don't know who this store manager is, but he really dares to fight with the Misty Gym. At this point, my Huang San's life will be handed over to him!"

"Me too!"

"All the same, count me in!"

A group of people sat on the ground at the entrance of the Huaxia Dao Hall.

......

At this time, it was on the roof of a nearby building.

A middle-aged man who looked to be about forty years old looked at the crowd below with a complicated look in his eyes.

His name is Huangchen, and he is the LV6 mixed energy level powerhouse who escaped from the Huang Ming clan!

According to Huangchen's thoughts, he planned to fight hard in the final battle, but he was entrusted by the clan king at that time to leave the fire, otherwise all the masters would be destroyed, and the entire Huang Ming clan would not have a chance to make a comeback.

That's why he endured endless scolding, and at the last moment he chose to flee and came to the main city of Tumun to live in seclusion.

Now he also heard the news that the Huaxia Restaurant had an appointment with the Misty Dao Pavilion, so he came here to watch it secretly.

"Master," asked one of the servants, half a position behind the desolate dust, "do you need me to go down and secretly help in this battle?"

"No, let's just watch," Huang Chen shook his head lightly, and said: "My identity is too sensitive, and now that the entire Fog Hidden Clan is arresting me, as soon as we show up, we will inevitably provoke the other party's mixed energy level masters to come over, and then these little guys are afraid that they will not even be able to withstand the aftermath of the battle." And I have to look at the situation first, to see if these people are worth my help. If it's a group of reckless people who can't see their own strength and go to the fight, then I don't need to take that risk. ”

The servant nodded: "Okay, I see." ”

What Wastedust said makes sense.

Birds of a feather flock together.

When a small team is generally level 2-3, it is often the level 2-3 people encountered.

It's like playing LOL, if you're silver, then what you match is silver, and if you're gold, it's basically gold.

But if you are the strongest king with four silver, you will have five strongest kings on the other side......

That's how it is now.

He doesn't show up, the other party comes at most level 3, and the piercing sky is only level 4.

But once he shows up and is known by the other party, he will definitely be a strong person at the LV6 mixed energy level, and there is more than one.

"Alas," Huangchen suddenly sighed, and said: "Our Huang Ming clan will be wiped out in this battle, otherwise even if there is one remaining member of the royal family, there is a possibility of a comeback with its appeal." Results ......"

The servant looked sad.

In the final battle, all 11 princes were killed, and not a single one survived.

The clan king naturally thought about sending away a prince to leave the fire, but was discovered by the Fog Hidden Clan, and finally ......

"That's it," Wastedust shook his head helplessly, "Let's take a look first." ”

......

On the other side, the main city of Tumon, the central regional city lord's mansion.

It is an incomparably huge building, covering an area of almost 200,000 square meters, and the whole building is a bit of a Western spire church.

The silver-white exterior walls and gorgeous interiors are full of endless majesty.

The city lord of the main city of Tumeng is a LV7 star lord-level powerhouse of the Tianxiong clan, one of the Three Trianth Clan.

His name was Grandi.

At this time, the city lord Grandi sat on the throne of the city lord, and Heng Gangxiu knelt on the ground with great respect, and said, "The Wuyin clan has applied to start a clan war with the Huang Ming clan, please approve it." ”

Grandi waved his hand lightly: "Accurate." ”

Henggang Xiu bowed down again: "Thank you city lord." ”

......

The night passed quickly.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Hong Xiaofu opened the door of the restaurant on time.

Immediately, those Huang Ming people all stood up and surrounded them.

The eldest brother Hua Yang looked at Hong Xiaofu and said respectfully: "Huang Ming Huayang has seen Mr. I don't know what to call him?"

"Eh, why are you here?" Looking at the twenty or so gray-faced Huang Ming people in front of him, Hong Xiaofu was surprised: "I received the news so quickly? My name is Xiaofu Hong Twist Arm, hello." ”

"You...... You ......" That Huayang listened to Hong Xiaofu's words, his eyes widened violently, lowered his voice, and said, "Your name...... Could it be the emperor of our clan...... Royal?!"

"En?" Hong Xiaofu took out the identity certificate and said, "Yes, I'm a prince!"

"Really...... Really?" Hua Yangzi carefully looked at the identity certificate that Hong Xiaofu took out.

He watched it for a while, and finally he was completely excited!

This is the real Huang Ming prince token!

"It's true, it's true!" Huayang laughed like crazy, and then said to everyone around him: "Great, really great! We haven't wiped out the clan yet! We still have people from the royal family alive, and we are still a prince!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene was stunned!

The young man in front of him is actually the prince of the Huang Ming clan!

God, there is a prince here, doesn't that mean that the Huang Ming clan has not been wiped out yet? ! There is still the possibility of a comeback? !

It's hard to say if this prince is real, but what does it matter?

Even if it's a fake prince, it's just as appealing!

What the current Huang Ming people lack is a spiritual leader! A spiritual leader who can unite everyone! As for whether this prince is real or fake...... As long as everyone admits it, it's true!

Suddenly, all the Huang Ming people present knelt down on one knee and said, "See His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Huayang said excitedly: "Huayang has seen His Royal Highness the Prince! From now on, Huayang's life is His Royal Highness the Prince! Please also ask His Royal Highness the Prince to lead us to restore the prestige of the Huangming clan!"

Hong Xiaofu: "......"

This group of people was so excited that Hong Xiaofu was a little confused.

Fortunately, the curator had said these things before, and he was finally a little prepared, and hurriedly said, "Okay, let's get up first." ”

A group of people just stood up.

In fact, for Hong Xiaofu, a group of earthlings, the prince is more of a symbol.

As a result, I didn't expect it to be so powerful here......

Even Su Ying and Zhao Ming in the door were dumbfounded: "I'm a good girl, Brother Fu is the prince of the Eight Classics?!"

It's really awesome, a few people knew that Hong Xiaofu could be called the protagonist's aura before, but now they look at it......

Or a strengthened protagonist aura!

So many people bow their heads, don't you obey?!

Even Huang Ming Clan's mixed-energy level powerhouse Huang Chen, who was secretly observing from the top of the building, was surprised: "It's actually a prince?