Day 3 of Week 17.

"Build a Hellclan Tier 3 Building Kennel, -3000! Recruit 30 Cerberus, -1500! "There are about 3.19 million gold coins left in the vault.

Legend has it that the entrance to Hell is guarded by a giant three-headed dog of hell, which is said to be the pet of the devil and divides the territory into the human realm and hell.

The Cerberus of the 3rd Order Beginner has already shown good combat effectiveness. They are fast-moving, cunning, and adept at working in groups. It's not so much a dog as a wolf.

This kind of guy with red skin all over his body, compared to ordinary dogs, he doesn't feel like a wow-ai at all. Except for the head, there was almost no hair on the whole body, and the skin was as red as a flame, so that the red fruit* was exposed in the air; The mouth is even more foul-smelling, which can be clearly recognized, with a strong sulfur smell. In the huge mouth that has been open, the canine teeth are intertwined, and drops of poisonous saliva fall to the ground, if you look closely, you will find that it has a strong corrosive ability, and when it falls, it can cause a "bang" sound.

Their main means of attack are bite and claw strikes, short fast runs, and even faster than military horses, which is not too much to count as cavalry. However, if you want to talk about long-distance running, they don't have this stamina, and they can do it in short sprints!

It doesn't have any special attributes, it's just that it has the general characteristics of the Hell Clan, and because of its long-term survival in the flames and high temperatures, it has a high resistance to fire magic, and can reduce fire magic damage by 30%.

We turn our lens to the other side of the continent for a moment. This is the center of the Orc Empire, the power of the Beamon Temple.

The orc emperor Meng Tian has been grinding here for three days. The purpose of his trip was to convince the Divine Temple's power to accede to his request and allow him to use the power of the Beamon Behemoth Warrior. In the last battle, the news of the death of the tiger patriarch and his troops had already reached his ears. He was shocked and unbelievable, 50,000 elite orc warriors were actually swallowed by the human race that he had always looked down on, and what made him even more unacceptable was that there were 10 Beamon beasts in the team......

He always believed that even if the human race defeated this army, the army's powerful combat power would definitely have inflicted heavy losses on the enemy...... He hoped that through this reason, the shamanic power of the temple would provide him with enough Bimon warriors.

In the past few days, Meng Tian has almost always been moving between various Beamon shamans, constantly lobbying actively. The great shaman has no hope for him, this stubborn old fellow, always opposes him everywhere, preaching at every turn, what tradition, what ancestor, what god's favor? He's had enough of this god-like old man, and sooner or later, he'll unscrew his head with his own hands and place it next to his!

The temple is powerful, and in addition to the most transcendent shaman, there are also 10 red-clothed shamans. The red-clothed shaman equivalent to the temple elder level, he has successfully persuaded 3 people so far, and the rest either refuse directly or vaguely refuse to answer positively, only the youngest 3 new red-clothed shamans reluctantly agree to give it a try. However, it is regrettable that the joint request of these three red-clothed shamans, which was intended to use at least 100 Beamon giant beasts, was ruthlessly rejected by the great shaman......

When the red-clothed shaman reported back to him in frustration, he was so angry that he almost scolded his mother...... Fortunately, he remembered that it was not in his own palace, it was in the sacred temple of Beamon!

In fact, before he climbed the holy mountain, he already had a force in his hands. It can be said that this is the only force that can be used in his hands, and the elite warriors of all races have already been exhausted. He could only strictly order all ethnic groups, and only by scraping together did he get about 30,000 people, all ethnic groups were complete, and their combat effectiveness was not guaranteed. The most powerful tiger army is long gone, and the most practical eagle man can only barely provide 2,000 people, and the lion clan simply refuses, saying that all the fighters have been transferred to the southern front army, and these slippery heads are lying to the ghosts!

He also holds a trump card, a force of about 5,000 Beamon Guards, which is the Imperial Palace Guards, but when necessary, these guards with combat strength between level 4 and 6, although they are deprived of the title of Beamon warriors, can also be put into front-line combat.

This army, no matter how arrogant Meng Tian is, he will never dare to send it out easily. You must know that the 50,000 elites led by Dedao are only stronger than them, and they are not weak, and they are not gone? In desperation, he sought help from the temple that he had never been very welcome. If there were 100 Beamon Behemoths to help, he was confident that he would be able to set foot in Lin Tian's kingdom.

He brought a large amount of gold, silver, jewelry, jade and jade toys, all of which were plundered by the human race, hoping to lure this group of shamans with rare antiques and agree to his request.

However, his temporary cramming of the Buddha did not have much effect! The vast majority of shamans adhered to tradition and were not tempted by these treasures, only 3 young red-clothed shamans, and the Tao was not enough, so they agreed. It's a pity that their right to speak is not as heavy as they imagined......

His plan of "Hundred Beast Attack" failed!

Even if he failed in the right way, Meng Tian never thought of giving up, after all, he was now ready for everything, only Bimeng. He summoned three red-clad shamans who favored him into a secret room for the last effort.

"First of all, thank you for helping me jointly submit the application, although it was rejected, but after all, you have put in the effort, so I will not ask for those treasures before, this is what you deserve, please rest assured!"

"Also, I need a little favor from you. I know that every red-clothed shaman is responsible for leading about 40-50 Beamon warriors, and the great shaman himself has as many as 200 heads. If the 10 Bimon warriors that the temple gave me before have already died on the battlefield, I have to lend a hand this time, can you support some of my warriors? ”

The three red-clothed shamans shook their heads repeatedly, this was no joke. As a red-clothed shaman, they are familiar with the rules and regulations of the temple, and they understand the powerful relationship inside, how dare they easily know the law and break the law?

The three of them made eye contact, and one of them spoke, "Your Majesty! We must know your respect, and we are willing to serve you! But in the same way, as priests of the temple, there are certain rules that we must follow. The Temple has entrusted the Bimon warriors to our management, and we must be accountable to them, and if you leave them to you to take into battle, no matter what their fate is, no one can guarantee whether they will live or die. At the very least, we will definitely be held accountable by the Great Shaman, and when the time comes, not only will it be difficult to keep our power, but I am afraid that it will also affect His Majesty. If the three of us fall at the same time, it will be very detrimental to the great cause of His Majesty! ”

Obviously, the three of them were ready to refuse!

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