"Come on, just baked honey bread, the favorite ...... of the city lord of Kachar"

"Fresh cake pie ~ Dear elder, do you need to come and try it?"

"Good day, Lord of the Holy Light Bloodline, do you need fritters? This is what the Lord of Kachar himself taught us......"

"Fool, the adults of the Holy Light Blood Clan don't need ordinary food!!

The blood we give is food for adults......"

"Ah, really?"

"Of course! We donate blood to support the Holy Light Blood, and the Holy Light Blood protects us with their lives, that's what the town hall says, we are a family, and each resident contributes to the development of the City of Dawn......"

"I'm sorry, my lord, although I just went to the toilet and didn't wash my hands, my hand bowl is still very clean, why don't you take a bite?"

"Bastard, get out of here, don't get in the way of the eyes of adults, my lord, I swear to the goddess, my brother has not been able to ...... since he was a child"

"Little Coso, it's time to go to class, you skipped class again yesterday!!"

"Aunt Marie, good day, goddess, your hair color is so beautiful today......"

“......”

Morton Mist, the level 17 shaman of the lion tribe, walked down the main streets of Dawnbreaker, and his eyes flashed a little dazed when he heard the commotion around him.

It was the umpteenth time he had seen such a scene in the past three months.

As an orc shaman, he lived in the barren wasteland for more than a hundred years.

I have experienced death, hunger, war, pestilence, and all the sins of this world.

But he never imagined that one day he would see such a strange and strange scene in a city.

Legend has it that a brutal and evil vampire is happily playing with an innocent human child.

The hairy orc warrior is coming out of a tailor's shop run by a human, wearing the clothes that the tailor has made for him, and the relationship between the two races, who have always regarded each other as mortal enemies, has been fundamentally reversed.

Small, ugly-looking green-skinned goblins swaggered down the streets, and instead of showing disgust, the shopkeepers were enthusiastic about the rich green-skinned aliens, introducing them to buy their wares.

The dwarves with the iconic hammer walked through the streets with their heads held high, surrounded by orcs and humans, goblins and vampires, all with great respect for them.

The only reason is - the dwarves are workers in weapons factories, and with their own forging skills, they have forged a large number of weapons for the warriors on the front line, and have made great contributions to the city of dawn, and have been praised by the city hall more than once.

Whoever you can contribute to the City of Dawn will be respected by the residents.

Incredible, isn't it? The inhabitants would have developed a reverence for the dwarves because of such a thing.

In addition to this, Morton also saw human spellcasters in mage robes using magic to tidy up the streets and sweep away garbage.....

He even used a high spellcaster to clean up the streets....... It's shocking, isn't it?

However, this kind of caster called life mage seems to have been specially trained by the master of the city to engage in this kind of life occupation.

Morton's eyes almost popped out when he first heard this.

When did a rare spellcaster be able to be cultivated unscrupulously to engage in low-level work such as street cleaning? Isn't that what a farmer is supposed to do?

The caster, that's the caster!

What is the status of the Master Mage? They were used to sweep the floor and drain the sewers?!

Is the head of the owner of the city kicked by the bison of the barren wasteland??

But when he saw piles of spellcasters coming out of the complex known to the inhabitants as the Rainbow Mage Tower, he could barely think.

It turns out that rare spellcasters can really be cultivated in batches, and even have the luxury of cultivating spellcasters to sweep the streets and sewers......

This had a huge impact on Morton, and even made him wonder if he was under the influence of magic and hallucinated.

This city is so strange, why does this world have a city like the City of Dawn??

And that's not all, there are many, many shocking and unbelievable things that make him, a self-proclaimed well-informed shaman, feel heartily amazed.

For example, the magical alchemical creation, the water of eternity, may be called tap water by the inhabitants.

But Morton is paranoid that this sweet spring water can never run out of alchemical creations, and only the name "eternal water" can be worthy of its magic.

In addition to that, there is a point system.

As long as you have contributed to the City of Daybreak, you can get points, and then those with fewer points will line up in the caravan and give in to those with more points in front of various welfare matters.

What's the use of this thing?? It's the right to cut the queue when you're in line, and the priority when you buy something to work??

Then there's donating blood, which is what makes Morton the most incomprehensible.

Why is it that blood donation, which is regarded as a heretical and blasphemous thing in the outside world, is so ...... Glorious.

Yes, Morton couldn't find any other word to describe it than that.

And the most incredible thing for him is that when donating blood to vampires, it will be done in a place called a hospital, and the whole process is shown to everyone in the open.

No one forced these humans, but all of them were very active in it, as if this evil ritual was light and sacred, and they were proud of it.

Is it because the City of Dawn is plastered with banners that pride in voluntary blood donation and shame in resisting blood donation?

Morton didn't believe it, and he asked about it in detail, but the answer he got still didn't make him understand.

For the dawn.

For the dawn?? What the hell is the reason for this?

Why don't you say it for the sake of the goddess??

Finally, perhaps for another reason, you can earn points for donating blood.

But is it this inexplicable point that can make the inhabitants of the human race so frantically participate in such evil activities?

For a long time, Morton even thought that the inhabitants had been eroded by magic......

He was both strange and unbelievable to everything about the city.

The city is like a city-state in another world, alien to the whole of glory, after all, no city has the possibility of living in harmony with vampires, goblins, humans, dwarves, orcs, and even cyclops.

The Incredible City, this is how Morton defined the city when he first reached the City of Daybreak.

But as time went on, and the level 17 shaman lived in the city for a long time, he slowly understood why the inhabitants were like this.

Because the city has a charm that makes people fall in love with it.

A sense of identity, respect, security.

That's why he summed it up.

In this city, Morton doesn't have to be afraid that he is an orc, no one will disrespect him or discriminate against him because he is an orc, because no one cares about this, it doesn't matter what race it is, all that everyone cares about is how many points you have......

He could feel himself a living being, a respected life in the city, no longer a despised barbarian orc.

And because of the round-the-clock patrols, the team, and the unimaginably strict laws, the city is safer than he imagined.

There is no need to worry about any danger here, he just needs to worry that he does not have enough points and is cut in line.......

From the inexplicable resistance and eccentricity at the beginning, to the quiet integration after getting acquainted with the city, Morton finally found that he was no longer able to resist living in the city.

As an old orc who has lived in the barren wasteland for hundreds of years, he has suffered too much, and here, he rediscovers the meaning of survival.

Looking at the smiling and hopeful inhabitants of the streets, Morton remembered the scene of the lion tribe hunting frantically for food at this time of year, and many of them still starved to death in winter.

He hadn't felt it before, he had long been accustomed to the cruelty of the barren wasteland, but now compared to the City of Dawn, the gap between the two was so big.

Crucially, if the city was a human city, he would only be disgusted by the fact that humans were the culprits responsible for driving the orcs to the barren wasteland.

But the difference is that it's a vampire-ruled city.

Humans and orcs here are equal, and even orcs are in some ways equal to the city's rulers, the Holy Light Blood.

This made Morton can't help but have a different thought.

At this time, he finally understood why Karp would embrace the city so actively.

Because, the lion tribe can rely on the city of dawn to live better.

However, if you join the City of Daybreak, will the Lion Tribe still the Lion Tribe it once was?

Morton couldn't help but be confused when he thought about it.

He was told in his heart that the lion tribe might be right to choose the city of dawn, but there was another obsession that was pulling him, and the lion tribe that had lost the grassland and ran freely would no longer be the lion tribe.

It was just a male lion in a cage...... Driven.

"Lord Morton, the Lord of the City has returned, and he has summoned you to meet you at the City Hall......

Just as Morton fell into deep thought, a guard behind him squeezed out of the crowd and reported with great respect.

This old man of the orc clan is a big man who Lord Karp personally explained that he should be treated with respect, although the other party is wearing a forbidden demon chain and his power is banned, but no one dares to be disrespectful to him.

Hearing this, Morton took a deep breath, and his vicissitudes of life showed a little emotion in his eyes.

What should come will always come...... It's also time to meet the city's masters.

If it had been three months earlier, when he had followed Karp to the city, he would still have been firm in his convictions.

But now, after a few months of living in the city, he finds that the charm of the city has become a little irresistible.

Where does he go from here?

Following a few guards who guarded him day and night, he came to the town hall under the curious gaze of the crowd.

3rd floor, office.

Bang bang bang~

Morton looked at the knock of the guard in front of him, and his weather-beaten heart was rarely nervous at the moment, because he was about to face the master who could decide the fate of the orcs.

"Advance ......"

A deep and steady voice came out, and the guard respectfully pushed the door open.

Babbling~ As the door slowly opened, Morton saw the scene in the office.

Carpets made of unknown monster fur cover the floor, and the interior of the house is very elegant and generous, not as brilliant as imagined, and the surrounding walls are hung with colorful oil paintings, which are very artistic.

A slender figure in a black mage's robe was standing with his back to him and looking out of the window.

Even if it was just a back, Morton felt the other party's outstanding temperament.

Obviously, this back is the master of the city.

Lord of Cachar.

Sensing that there had been no movement at the door, Li De's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around slightly.

The eyes are facing each other.

This is the level 17 orc shaman that Karp was talking about?

What impressed Li De the most was Morton's weather-beaten deep eyes.

It is a gaze that can only be had after being tempered by the world and precipitated for countless times.

Nodding slightly.

"Morton Mist, I am the master of Daybreak City, Cachar, and you can call me the Lord of Cachar."

As he spoke, he took two steps forward and approached Morton, who had also walked into the office.

His eyes burned at the orc shaman that Karp had repeatedly recommended to him.

"I heard you're Karp's teacher?"

"Perhaps, you'll be happy to talk to me."

Li De's tone was a little deep.

"Talk about the fate of the orcs, talk about your fate......"

From the moment this level 17 orc shaman stepped into the City of Dawn, his fate was already doomed.

But for the sake of Karp's face, Li De still decided to talk to the old shaman.

"Kachar City Lord......" Morton said softly, but his tone was very complicated.

"It's an honor to have your audience...... I never imagined that one day I would be with the big men of the Blood Clan about the future of the Lion Tribe. ”

Li De shrugged his shoulders and reached out to motionfor Morton to sit down.

The latter nodded, sat down on the sofa in the room, and faced Li De across a round table.

Looking at the elegant vampire in front of him, Morton's mood fluctuated.

His mood was as he said, he never thought that one day he would talk to a vampire about the future of orcs.

But the reality is so magical, an orc can sit with a Bloodline, and this Bloodline can also decide their future.

"Perhaps, that's fate."

Li De smiled slightly, and he didn't think so.

From the moment he decided to support the lion tribe, this orc tribe was firmly bound to the city of dawn.

It's not something that this level 17 orc shaman can shake.

The Lion Tribe now sends young and talented orcs to Daybreak for training, as well as cultivating their culture and other military qualities.

And one of the things these young orcs must do here is to be loyal to the City of Daybreak, and sign a soul pact with Li De in the Church of Daybreak.

Yes, in the Church of Daybreak, almost all the troops now go to that sacred and solemn place to swear allegiance.

Because Li De discovered a very miraculous thing, in order to preach, the 15th level shadow high priest Amy carved his statue and erected it at the door of the church.

The 12-bladed statue is now the symbol of the Daybreak Sect...... After countless believers prayed and worshiped day and night, it was filled with divine power, and the statue condensed a huge power of faith.

He can even directly connect the power of faith to this statue to achieve the effect of divine descent.

What's even more amazing is that this statue has an extraordinary property because of the power of faith - as long as someone swears to the statue and signs a soul contract, it is like signing a contract with him.

It is a good way to avoid the side effect of the soul contract - you must have enough soul strength to sign the contract.

The Soul Contract is a divine technique researched by the Grim Reaper, and after countless years of evolution after being studied, it has now evolved into the rules of glory, and even the Grim Reaper itself cannot be changed.

The soul contract can make the person who swore the oath loyal to the main contractor, but this is not unconditional, and for the soul contract to be successful, the main contractor needs to have a certain soul strength.

In other words, you can sign a large number of soul contracts with your subordinates, but the more soul contracts you sign, the higher the soul strength you need.

So this causes a person to not be able to sign soul contracts with too many people, because the soul strength is not enough.

Li De was no exception, although his soul strength was high enough, it was impossible for him to accept the thousands of troops in Dawnbreak City to sign a soul contract with him.

The statue washed by the power of faith has incredible power and can perfectly replace him.

The oath that everyone had made to the statue in the Church of Daybreak was valid, and as long as Li De wanted to, he could link to the statue through a spirit imprint and control those contracts.

As long as there is a violator, he can obliterate the soul of the other party.

And there is another advantage of taking an oath through this statue, once the other party wants to rebel, the keen power of faith will automatically remind him, and the other party's mental power will change.

Li De was shocked when he discovered the effect of this statue, but he didn't expect that the statue that was built in order to better absorb the power of faith would have such an extraordinary effect.

"Lord Kachar, may I ask, what do you think of the lion tribe and the orcs?"

Morton's words brought the pensive Li De back to his senses, and he smiled when he looked at the deep eyes of the old orc shaman.

"Morton, what you've seen in this city, I believe is enough to say what I think."

"Perhaps, you know better than I know how I treat the lion tribe, don't you?"

Li De has been in the underworld for the past three months, and even when he returned to Daybreaker, he did not meet Morton.

But all of Morton's information was under his control, and he just didn't have time to pay attention to it.

At this time, the spider cave was captured, and the magic crystal vein had already fallen into his hands, and after he had dealt with most of the trivial matters of the magic crystal vein, he immediately returned to the city of dawn, and was finally able to squeeze out a short time to deal with these things.

After all, the player is coming, Li De thought of this and glanced at the countdown to the open beta on his attribute panel - 05:25.

5 hours 25 minutes......

Morton immediately fell silent when he heard this, and after a long time, he looked at Li De and said in a hoarse voice.

"Lord of Cachar, when the wasteland we gallop on is abandoned, when our claws are clothed with weapons forged by dwarves, when our hair is clothed with sturdy armor.

When we lose everything we were proud of.

Orcs, are they still the orcs they once were? ”

After Morton finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on Li De, which was a question that had been bothering him.

When that all changes, does the lion tribe still exist?

Orcs, can they still be called orcs?

Li De's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was a little cold.

"Morton, in your opinion, do you have to live in the barren wasteland without food, clothing, weapons, and armor to be considered an orc?"

Leaning back slightly, leaning lightly on the sofa, his sharp gaze piercing Morton's eyes like a sharp knife.

The tone is deep.

"You're wrong, Morton.

Orcs were never supposed to live in such a barren life.

Once you lived in the middle of the Lord Plane of Glory, with vast lands and rich veins.

You are clothed in the strongest armor, and your swords are sharper than those forged by the dwarves.

You are strong, you are rich, you never have to worry about food, you never seek to survive in the wasteland in the skin of an animal, you will not starve to death in the cold winter.

You, once a prosperous and powerful tribe, are now primitive and savage, not what orcs should be. ”

Speaking of this, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and after giving Morton a moment to react, his tone was firm and powerful.

"An orc in sturdy armor and carrying a sharp knife is a true orc, and your ancestors lived such a rich life.

Surviving in a barren wasteland is nothing but the result of being oppressed by humans.

Orcs are now truly returning to the glory of their ancestors.

Morton, there is nothing wrong with your path.

The Lion Tribe is now embracing the future, recreating the glory of the orc tribe that dominated the main plane of glory in the past. ”

Morton was shocked when he heard Li De's high-pitched words, and the incendiary tone made his long-dormant blood swell up instantly.

The glory of the orc ancestors......

Yes, the Orc Empire once ruled the Glory Lord Plane and had the most powerful power, and if it weren't for the rise of humans later, the Orcs would still occupy the richest land in the Glory Lord Plane.

But the current orcs have long lost the glory of their ancestors.

It is a shame that he should regard everything that their ancestors once owned as rebellion, and consider the glory of their ancestors to be proud of as a betrayal of the orcs.

After this thought arose, Morton could no longer suppress his emotions.

He slowly stood up and took a deep breath.

The old face was wrinkled even more.

The vicissitudes of life glanced at Li De deeply, and his tone was a little dignified.

"Lord of Kachar, in fact, from the moment the Lion Tribe was conquered by you.

We have no choice.

The eternal rule in the barren wasteland - the winner wins everything.

You are the only victor in that war in the Dwarven Valley, Lord of Cachar, and you have won it all.

I also hope that in the future, you will be an eternal victor. ”

After that, there was a pause in his tone.

"I'm asking you just because of the reluctance of my heart, I want to find the answer that all the orcs of the tribe of lions, or the barren wasteland, want.

If your answer doesn't get me to agree, I'll choose eternal sleep.

But I didn't expect your wisdom to be so great, and you inspired me to see the path that the orcs should find.

Lord of Cachar, Shaman of the Lion Tribe - Morton Mist ......"

Saying that, the 17th-level old shaman slowly knelt on the ground, and the arrogant head that had never been lowered bowed to Li De.

"I beg to join the City of Daybreak, I am willing to be a sword in your hands, and use my life and soul to kill all enemies that stand in your way for the City of Daybreak, for the Orcs."

Hearing this, the corners of Li De's mouth twitched slightly.

"I've really become a life coach now, and I've caught anyone taking classes with whom to pour chicken soup.

The point is that these people all like to listen to it, who can reason with this. ”

Since this old shaman is so sensible, then he is not welcome.

Li De stood up directly, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it on Morton's head.

"Accept my gift, Morton."

Morton's kneeling body didn't make the slightest movement, his head still hanging down.

"Yes, Lord of the Castle."

The old shaman came with a will to die, and if he couldn't find the answer he wanted, he would choose to die.

But Li De's words gave him new hope, and he saw the future.

Now, he will fight for the future of the orcs.

The surging power of faith in Li De's hands directly overwhelmed Morton.

Divine Technique - Soul Assimilation.

There is a very important point in assimilating souls with the power of faith, if the opponent has a strong will to resist, then the power of faith consumed will skyrocket.

This is also the reason why Li De is unwilling to forcibly use the power of faith to transform high-level combat power, the consumption is too great to be cost-effective.

And if the other party's will to resist is too strong, it may even cause the soul assimilation to fail, and everything will be in vain.

And suddenly...... After the education, Morton had already accepted Li De from his heart at this moment, so he only spent less than 10,000 points of faith power to transform this level 17 shaman before he heard the system's prompt.

"Ding~ You have transformed the soul of Morton Mist with the power of faith, you have obtained the ownership of Morton Mist's soul, and everything about him will belong to you."

"Ding, you used your magic to subdue the level 17 orc shaman, Morton Mist, and made him a temple warrior of the Daybreak Sect, gaining 2000 character experience."

As the system's prompt sounded, the City of Dawn added another level 17 top combat power.

After the old shaman in front of him was baptized by the power of faith, the wrinkles on his face disappeared visibly, and his originally ragged back became straight, and the whole person looked more than 10 years younger.

A moment later, when all the light power in his body was absorbed, Morton opened his eyes.

When he looked at Li De again, there was no doubt and vigilance in his eyes just now, and it was all worship.

"Your Majesty, Morton Mist, your humble people send you the most reverent greetings."

Bang, get down on one knee, put your right hand on your chest, humble and reverent.

Li De nodded with satisfaction, and reached out to help the old shaman up.

With a bit of curiosity, he opened the other party's properties panel.

Morton Mist

Title: Soul Walker (proficient in orc language, can use the soul to communicate with beasts and monsters, can control monsters whose level is not higher than their own, the higher the soul strength, the higher the level of the monsters controlled)

The Pious (the most devout believer of the God of Dawn, strong-willed, not affected by any soul or psychic magic, +30% strength)

Age: 153

Grade: 17

Profession: Shaman High Priest

God-given talent: Prayer Person, immune to a negative effect, currently bound to the talent - madness, (madness: activates the power of the orc ancestors in the bloodline, all attributes are increased by 200%, the body recovery speed is increased by 500%, duration: 30 minutes, after use, it falls into a state of extreme weakness, all attributes are reduced by -70% Duration 12 days)

Bloodline: Shaman's Blood (Level up by one level, automatically gain an Orc Shaman spell, currently available as Spell: 17)

Description: A devout believer in the God of Daybreak, an orc spellcaster with a shamanic heritage.

The orc shaman and the human mage are completely two species, the mage learns spells on his own, while the shaman relies on the bloodline to pass on spells, and the stronger the ancestor, the stronger the shaman will be.

This is very similar to the dragon, the dragon's dragon magic is inherited by blood, which is why many dragon blood beings can use dragon magic.

Morton's stats panel is in the normal range, and it is not as exaggerated as the god Asrreg.

Li Dezhi was not disappointed in this, if this old shaman also had the attributes of Asrega, he would have to wonder if something was wrong.

O gods, it will not be comparable to ordinary life.

Strength is still secondary, and what Li De likes the most is the wisdom of this old shaman.

Whether it was the information provided to him by the intelligence command center or Karp's sincere words, their first evaluation of this old orc was wisdom.

And what Li De lacked most at this time was this kind of subordinates.

He is not lacking in top-level combat power now, especially after the addition of God to the battle sequence, but he has always lacked talents who can take charge of themselves.

After he sent Karp to the underworld to develop a vast and rich land for him, the Dwarven Valley, which was becoming increasingly important, was in dire need of a strong man with enough intelligence and skill to take control.

The Dwarven Valley is the territory of the Lion Tribe, and although it is now under the rule of the City of Daybreak, after all, the City of Daybreak does not have the kind of direct jurisdiction, so it is necessary to find a leader that the orcs can accept.

In this case, Morton, a level 17 shaman, is undoubtedly the best choice.

"Morton, take over the lion tribe as soon as you return to the Dwarven Valley.

I only ask you to do two things well. ”

After becoming his own believer, Li De didn't have so many words and directly began to give orders.

"First, build the Dwarven Valley, and in the future, the window of the City of Dawn will be set up in this strategically located city.

The status of the Dwarven Valley will be very important, so a safe and secure city will be our reliance. ”

"Second, continue to grow and develop the lion tribe.

At present, in the war in the underworld, the orc warriors have replaced the human soldiers of the Holy Light Blood Clan and the King's Blade as the main force.

As the exploration area of the underworld slowly expands, we need more powerful soldiers. ”

As the City of Dawn grows, so does the responsibility of the Dwarven Valley, and Morton's appearance is undoubtedly timely rain.

"In addition, adventurers from the Lost World are coming, and the Dwarven Valley may not encounter them in the short term, but there is a good chance that you will encounter adventurers in the future.

These immortal beings must be treated with care, and if they are discovered, be sure to pass the news back to Daybreak as soon as possible, and the Intelligence Command Center will tell you how to deal with it. ”

Li De finally said to him uneasily.

The dwarven valley is secluded, and the distant mountains and mountains in the deep barren wasteland are also high-level maps according to the map.

You can hardly touch the player in a short period of time, but you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what if, and it is much better to give Morton a vaccination in advance than to run into a player who doesn't know how to deal with it at that time.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Morton stood up respectfully and accepted all of Li De's orders.

After a while, the old shaman seemed to remember something, and said with some hesitation.

"Your Majesty, the orc tribes in the depths of the barren wasteland also have huge material needs.

We might be able to open up a trade with the orc tribes......"

During this time, through careful observation, he learned about the terrifying productivity of the City of Daybreak, and after completely returning to his heart at this time, he moved his mind.

The City of Dawn can trade with the low hills and fish-man tribes, so why can't it trade with the orcs?

Although the barren wasteland is known as barren, the place is large, the number of orcs is also large, and the wealth contained is definitely not less, otherwise there would not be so many smugglers and adventurers who risk death every year to smuggle and venture to the barren wasteland.

Li De raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

"If a large-scale transaction is made, there is a high risk that the traces of the Dwarven Valley will be exposed, and this matter cannot be carried out if this problem is not resolved......"

The Dwarven Valley was originally positioned as a resource point, but with the development of Daybreak, the status of the Dwarven Valley has slowly improved, and its functionality has changed.

As the city's designated window to the outside world, this is more important than making money through trade, which is why Li De is reluctant to let the Dwarven Valley carry out trade with orcs.

After all, the Dwarven Valley is too close to the orcs.

There is a Mithril vein in the valley, and the allure of Mithril is definitely not something that ordinary words can describe, and the current City of Dawn does not have the strength to resist the orc army, and once it is exposed, it will face destruction.

There was a slight smile in Morton's deep eyes.

"Your Majesty, we can trade with the orcs in the same way we treat the Centaurs in the hills......"

"You mean?"

"Support a few small tribes, and then trade through those small tribes.

We can even support a few small tribes and control each other in the shadows.

I have calculated from the side that based on the development history of Daybreak City, it is impossible to develop so fast on your own, and you must have a huge influence in the human city.

We could have established a trade channel for human smuggling on the surface, and traded through the Dwarven Valley in the covert.

In this way, even if the orcs find out about it, they will only think that those small tribes have traded with humans. ”

Hearing this plan, Li De glanced at Morton with a strange expression, this is a mille-feuille.

The City of Dawn secretly controls the Lion Tribe, the Lion Tribe secretly controls the other Orc Tribes, and then the Orc Tribe controlled by the Lion Tribe pretends to trade with humans......

However, it has to be said that although this plan looks rough, the direction is feasible.

The only thing needed is to control the risk.

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you, but my only requirement is that the dwarven valley must be hidden, and the plan you make must not expose the traces of the dwarven valley under any circumstances, this is the bottom line."

Li De's tone was very serious.

He supported the centaurs in the low hills because the centaurs were too far away from the distant mountains and mountains, and the other party couldn't do anything about them.

After all, it is impossible for centaurs to travel nearly two thousand kilometers to distant mountains and mountains to find their traces.

But the orcs are different, in the barren wasteland next to the distant mountain ranges.

Once something goes wrong, the impact is too great.

However, this is a direction that can be tried, and if the plan succeeds, his tentacles in the barren wasteland will be extended even deeper, and the influence of Daybreak will increase as a result.

This is more good than bad for Daybreak as a whole.

"As you wish, crown ......"

Morton nodded, he naturally knew where Li De's worries were, but as an orc who had lived in the barren wasteland for hundreds of years, he had absolute confidence to operate this matter.

After determining these big frameworks, Li De talked to Morton about spells and the future development of the Dwarven Valley, and then let the other party leave.

I have to say that after talking for more than a day, Morton really did not disappoint Li De, and the wisdom and height of this old shaman are not comparable to ordinary people.

It gave him a feeling of picking up a leak.

As for the communication of magic, he has nothing to gain, the shaman's spells are all from the bloodline inheritance, and every time the level is raised, he will automatically obtain a talent spell, which is not the same thing as learning from a mage, and the system is different and has no reference.

When Morton left the office, Frey, who had just returned from the underworld, stepped into the office.

Li De looked at Frey, who knocked on the door, and Li De suddenly flashed in his mind an event that he had forgotten for a long time.

Turning his head to look at his bloodline, he asked with a somewhat strange expression.

"Frey, did we capture a level 17 centaur in the low hills before?

I remember that the other party seems to have activated the Tempest Bloodline during the battle......"

Hearing Li De's inquiry, Frey, who had just entered the house, had a strange expression.

"Yes, Your Majesty, that centaur has been imprisoned for almost two years......"

He always thought that Li De remembered this matter, and he didn't deal with it just because he had other plans.

But listening to his current tone, it seems to be ...... Forgot......

This made Frey feel sorry for the centaur who had been imprisoned for nearly two years.

This guy is also too miserable, as a level 17 centaur, he was directly ignored.

Li De nodded, he really left this matter behind, there were too many things in the past two years.

In fact, the main reason is that the power of faith was not enough when he captured the centaur in the first place, and it was impossible to subdue the other party, so he was temporarily imprisoned, planning to solve this matter when the power of faith was enough.

Na Cheng thought that there were more and more things in the future, so that he didn't have time to pay attention to the other party at all.

If it weren't for Morton's search today, and then he used the power of faith to transform this old shaman, he really wouldn't have thought of the other party.

It's really that the high-end power that Dawnbreak City has now is strong enough, and even the gods have it, just a level 17 centaur, which is not that important.

His need for high-end combat power is no longer as hungry as it was at the beginning.

If it was when he had just entered the glory, I was afraid that he would have to think about it all the time.

"Bring this centaur, and let the dry bones go to the back garden."

Now that I've remembered this, let's solve all of this.

The soul of the dry bones has not been transformed by him, and at the beginning, the nagging skeleton was threatened by Li De and had to follow him.

Later, after a long time in the City of Dawn, this guy has become a member of the city, and naturally regards Li De as the master, and now it seems that both of them don't have much feeling about this matter.

But just in case, the transformation still has to be transformed, otherwise this brain circuit is strange and suddenly has a convulsion and wants to taste what the mutiny is like, then it hurts.

Frey immediately turned and left, half an hour later.

The back garden of the town hall.

The dry bones lay bored on the grass, and the white bone dragon tail like a steel whip swayed around like a dog's tail.

Frey, on the other hand, was accompanied by the Centaur chieftain who had not seen the light of day for nearly two years, Gouido Blackwind, who had been bound by the chains of the Forbidden Demons.

The former Ironhoof tribe was not yet fully controlled by Daybreaker, and at that time, the Ironhoof tribe bordered the Black Wind tribe, and in exchange for the weapons of Daybreak, the Ironhoof tribe began to search for ore veins.

It was precisely at the junction with the Black Wind Tribe that they discovered a precious vein of Adamantite gold.

In order to snatch the veins of adamantite gold, the two tribes fought a war.

That war was also the first war that Li De had fought since he reached level 15 and led the bloodline.

The alchemy bomb washed the floor, and the blood mage of the blood clan manipulated the killing bats to set off a bloody storm, and that scene is still fresh in my memory.

The 20,000 centaurs of the Black Wind Tribe became ashes without much resistance.

During the war, the chief of the Black Wind Tribe, Guidor Blackwind, was stimulated to move from level 16 to level 17 and activate the Tempest bloodline, which the centaurs called the God-given bloodline.

However, because he had just broken through, his strength was not controlled enough, and he was defeated by a move when he fought Li De, who had broken through to level 15 and had undergone a qualitative change.

After nearly two years of suppression, Guidor Blackwind, a level 17 centaur, has long since lost his former demeanor as the Grand Chief of the Blackwind Tribe.

At this time, because Gu Ido couldn't see the sun all year round and was bound by the chains of forbidden demons, his face was unusually pale, and his originally strong body looked very ragged.

The body of a handsome horse dressed in pure white can still vaguely recall the demeanor of this centaur chief who is 3 blades tall and 5 blades long.

Guidor had never felt so complicated, as a centaur chieftain with a level 17 level and activated the God-given bloodline, he believed that he should be taken seriously wherever he was, whether it was courtesy or torture.

But nothing happened to him after he was captured by the vampires, yes, nothing happened.

No one came to him, no one came to persuade him to surrender, no one came to threaten, no one even looked at him,

In the past two years, no one has paid any attention to him, except for the soldiers who guarded him every day to provide him with food.

He seems to have been forgotten by the world.

At first, he thought it was a vampire conspiracy, but as time went on, he sadly discovered that he was really forgotten, and there was no trace of it.

But he had no room to resist for a long time, and even because of the existence of the forbidden demon chain, he didn't even have the strength to kill himself.

As time passed, Guido's heart was gradually overshadowed by despair......

No one knew how excited he was when he heard that he was about to be summoned by the master of the city.

The days of being locked up in a dungeon, never seeing the light of day, and not seeing tomorrow almost broke his heart.

"Guido Black Wind, the chief of the Black Wind Tribe", Li De looked at Guido with a complicated expression in front of him, and keenly sensed that there seemed to be something wrong with the other party's emotions.

A little thought about it also made it somewhat clear, if he had been forgotten in a cell for two years, he was afraid that his mood swings would be even greater.

"It's been almost two years, and I think I've given you enough time to think.

Do you choose to surrender, or continue to return to that eerie and silent cell? ”

Guidor opened his mouth and looked at Li De's calm expression, wanting to say something but couldn't.

If it's the first few months...... Submit to? He would rather die, centaurs never give in.

But in the past two years, his will has already collapsed countless times in the silence of the dungeon.

Finally, with a deep sigh, the centaur kicked forward and bent directly, kneeling on the ground against Li De's chest.

"I'm willing to surrender ......"

Li De smiled, although there was no accident, but the other party was so clean and neat still made him feel good.

He has a grassland at home, and there is no pressure to raise a few wild horses.

Take two steps forward and press your hand on the head of this wild horse, branding it as a domestic pet.

After a moment, the holy light faded, and Li De looked at Erha next to him—dry bones.

Dry Bone also seemed to understand Li De's thoughts, and the body that was originally lying on the ground jumped up and jumped up directly.

Lowering his head slightly, he quickly ran to Li De, gently rubbed his trouser leg with his huge head, his tail swayed rapidly, and even made a whirring sound because the speed was too fast.

The corners of Li De's mouth twitched slightly.

This superb.

It's too lazy to say.

"Don't resist."

The power of faith in his hand once again diffused out.

A moment later, two beeps sounded in the system, and Li De gained 4,000 experience points again.

These two guys became his subordinates completely, and he didn't have to worry about rebellion happening.

With some curiosity, first open the stats panel of the level 17 centaur chieftain.

Guiddo Blackwind

Title: Wind Runner (Centaurs with Wind Blood are blessed by the Centaur God, running speed is increased by 50%, strength is increased by 300%, and when running and charges, they are immune to control skills, and gain an additional 500% increase in collision power)

King of Centaurs (Centaurs with the blood of the wind have the talent to become the king of centaurs, increase their appeal to centaurs by 500%, increase their strength by 200%, activate the characteristics of the king's light, the king's light, aura, and when leading the centaurs to fight, their subordinates will receive 12 positive state blessings such as stabilizing the morale of the army, high morale, fanatical piety, and defending immortality)

The Pious (the most devout believer of the God of Dawn, strong-willed, not affected by any soul or psychic magic, +30% strength)

Age: 57

Grade: 17

Class: Centaur Warrior

God-given talent: Prayer Person, immune to a negative effect, currently bound to the talent - madness, (madness: activates the power of the orc ancestors in the bloodline, all attributes are increased by 200%, the body recovery speed is increased by 500%, duration: 30 minutes, after use, it falls into a state of extreme weakness, all attributes are reduced by -70% Duration 12 days)

Bloodline: Wind Bloodline (the bloodline given to centaurs by the god of centaurs, only a very small number of talented centaurs can activate it, increase all body attributes by 300%, and automatically master 12 high-level wind spells)

Description: A devout believer in the God of Daybreak, the King of Centaurs with God-given blood.

After opening Guido's attribute panel, Li De felt a little surprised.

This guy is not bad, judging from the attribute panel, he is also above average among so many top-level combat forces under him.

The title of the Centaur King of the Wind and the Centaur Bloodline, these two points are very powerful.

The Tempest Bloodline gives Guidor some of his spell-casting abilities, and the title of Centaur King gives him a huge boost when he leads an army of centaurs.

It made his heart move.

"The low hills are now becoming more and more valuable as the City of Dawn is further developed.

The Ironhoof Tribe is now stronger, but it still can't meet the needs of Daybreak.

Guidor came at the right time, although the City of Dawn did not have the strength to eat the entire low hills, but the future was not certain.

And this guy with God-given bloodline has much stronger appeal than the Farrier Tribe.

If you do it well, you may not be able to do something interesting. ”

Li De's thoughts began to diverge.

"For example, support a centaur king to come out.

What kind of prince will Xiangning have? Under the banner of obeying the mandate of heaven and saving the centaurs, the centaur empire was rebuilt...... Thus, controlling the entire low hills.

It would be better to concoct a few legends and tales to call Gu Ido tall and magnificent, so that all the centaurs would know that their king was born.....

Don't make a white snake again......

Or digging out an eye by the river will move the stone man......

The slogan is that the sky is dead......"

After pondering it with relish, Li De temporarily retracted his scattered thoughts and focused on the next point, his Erha, the dry bones of this chatter.

Dry Bone: Dragon of Destruction

Title: Eternals (undead life, immortal soul, immortal, +1000% mental power, immune to dead spells)

Dragon of Destruction (The Bone Dragon has been praised by countless people for its strength, and has been given the title of Dragon of Destruction, and has taken this as his surname, with +10 Legend, and has obtained the Destruction trait, Destruction: Dragon's Breath Attack is increased by 200%, with 12 negative statuses such as Scorch, Erosion, Aging, Decay, and Vulnerability)

The Pious (the most devout believer of the God of Dawn, strong-willed, not affected by any soul or psychic magic, +30% strength)

Special Abilities:

Bone Dragon's Might (Dragons still have great deterrence after they are lost, with 1000% increased strength, +500% spell power, 300% increased deterrent to undead life, and 100% increased deterrent to non-undead life)

Hardened Body (After devouring countless precious materials with the body, the hardness is greatly increased, magic resistance is increased by 1000%, and physical defense is increased by 2000%)

Long Wei (Causes unexempt coercion to non-dragon life, only high-level bloodlines can be immune, those affected by Dragon Wei will gain negative states such as fear, panic, withdrawal, uncertainty, hesitation, etc., and the affected person has a chance to surrender to Long Wei)

Age: 33478

Grade: 19

Occupation: Death Communicator

God-given Talent: Prayer Person, immune to a negative effect once, currently unbound talent.

Bloodline: Dragon's Bloodline: Undead (Obtained the Dragon Magic Inheritance, currently mastered Dragon Magic: 113)

Description: A devout believer in the God of Daybreak, a dragon transformed into an undead dragon who has inherited the magic of dragon language and has a strong body and extraordinary strength.

The Dry Bone's stat looks even more powerful.

Much more luxurious than the centaur chief of Goudo.

But the two are different lives and cannot be generalized.

Even if Gu Ido activates the Wind Bloodline, he can only be regarded as having reached the talent of the upper race from the talent of the strong battle race, and he is still far from the golden race of the dragon.

So even if the dry bones are just the head of the undead bone dragon, which is weaker than the real dragon, it is enough to crush the Gu Yiduo.

This world has never been fair, and the starting point of the birth of the golden race may be the end point that many ordinary races cannot reach in a lifetime.

But this world is fair, and it has not cut off the way for any race to move forward.

Each race has its own way of survival, and not every race has to become a wolf to eat meat to survive.

However, the dry bones actually lived for more than 30,000 years, which was a bit surprising to Li De.

"This calculation takes into account the time when the dry bones were first born.

Born from ignorance, and then witnessed the twelve-winged seraph being ambushed, and then sleeping and waking up......

Why are they all old monsters, although they are not as good as gods, but I didn't expect this to live for so long......"

If you calculate it this way, it is not difficult to understand that Dry Bone has obtained hundreds of dragon magic spells from his bloodline.

Having lived for so long, it makes sense to get a magical inheritance every few decades.

After figuring out the attributes of these two non-human beings, Li De was still in a very happy mood.

Now the top power in his hands has been raised again.

The addition of two level 17 combat power is not weak.

And there is clearly a lot of room for the potential of the Guido.

"Guido, when you return to the low hills, develop on the side near the sea.

I'll let the Intelligence Command Center develop a detailed strategy for you.

From this day forward, you are the new king of the centaurs of the low hills, the new king sent to save the centaurs by the blessing of the centaur god.

It's up to you to restore the glory of the Centaur.

And to rebuild the Centaur Empire,

You will be the new king of the future centaurs, and the only one. ”

Li De's eyes burned as he looked at Gu Yido, who had just been removed from the forbidden demon chains by the guards.

"Daybreak now has control over the Ironhoof Tribe, once an enemy of the Black Wind Tribe.

However, the Iron Hoof Tribe itself has many defects, and the interests involved are too great, and many things are inconvenient to operate in the Iron Hoof Tribe.

Although the city of the wind, which truly controls the low hills and hills, has not yet moved, no one can say for sure whether the other party will attack the Ironhoof tribe in the future.

Just in case.

I need you to build a large force in the south of the low hills, on the side near the sea, to attract the attention of the Windy City.

Fish-people of the Lost Coast - The Blue Star Tribe is our allies, and they will give you the greatest support. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand, and the two guards behind him came to Li De with fiery red fruits wrapped in vines.

"This is the transcendent fruit of the Heart of Thorns, a sacred relic of the Daybreak Sect, which can purify your bloodline and greatly increase your bloodline power.

There are two in total, and when you go to the low hills and hills, you can eat them when the state returns to its full strength, and it is best to eat one in half a month, and eat it within a month. ”

After Li De finished speaking, he looked at this burly, extremely oppressive level 17 centaur with muscles like steel watering, and his eyes showed a bit of deep meaning.

"Guedo, I want you to become the true Centaur King, to occupy the low hills and hills for me, and to rule the entire Centaur tribe and re-establish a powerful Centaur empire."

Although Li De's tone was flat, the information revealed made people's blood surge.

Occupy the low hills and hills for me, rule the centaur horde, and rebuild the empire.

What an ambition.

The centaurs in the low hills and hills are more than ten times stronger than the current Dawnbreaker City, and the city of the wind in the central area is dominated by nearly legendary centaurs.

But now, Li De has laid out this land, and even plans to swallow it.

This kind of courage and ambition is enough to make people's hearts tremble.

But no one doubts whether Li De has this ability, especially Frey, who has witnessed too many Li De's miracles along the way.

"Yes, my lord, I will be your blade and lay this land for you.

Centaurs will bow at your feet. ”

Guido knelt on his knees, respectfully reaching out to take the Thorn Fruit handed to him by the guard, his tone full of unshakable determination.

Li De nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand, and asked the guards to take Gu Yido down.

Next, the intelligence command center will design a strategy for this level 17 centaur according to his will, and he doesn't have to worry about how to do it.

After Guiddo left, Lidd turned to look at Frey.

"The Low Hills and Hills are now more and more important to Daybreaker, and so is the responsibility on your shoulders.

After returning to the low hills this time, you will secretly assist in the development of Guido.

I hope that you will be able to encompass the whole low hills and hills from the north and south, and swallow up the land little by little. ”

Layout, or layout.

Sending a level 17 orc shaman Morton to the Dwarven Valley to build a transit station and start supporting other orc tribes to develop trade is the layout.

Sending the level 17 centaur chieftain Guidor to the low hills to establish a force by the sea, playing the slogan of rebuilding the centaur empire, involves the attention of the real master of the low hills, the city of the wind, and also the layout.

The game of chess that Li De wants to play is very large, and the more chess pieces in his hand, the more room he has left.

Now he has the power to control these chess pieces.

Of course, these are only preliminary plans, not even rough, just an embryo, and still need continuous improvement and a lot of resources in the later stage.

But it's all worth it, Li De has never been a person who sits on the merit book and eats the old book.

The City of Dawn has never stopped, only forward.

Now that the Spider Cave's Crystal Vein has been taken over by him, the development of the Underworld has entered its second phase, and he can spare his hands to do some additional planning and layout.

If you don't make progress, you will be eliminated, and if you don't develop, you will fall behind.

Li De has been accumulating capital, and what he wants is to gain more advantages in the upcoming big changes.

If you want to develop with peace of mind, you have to become stronger.

"Dry bones, you're stationed in the City of Daybreak, and if you need support from the underworld, go there immediately.

I need to make a trip back to Greentown.

Adventurers in the Lost World...... It's coming. ”

Li De turned his head to look at the dry bones of his body behind him very excitedly, after being transformed, the bone dragon exuded a faint light, and his body looked a little dreamy.

"During this time, you must stay in the City of Dawn, and you are not allowed to go out unless you have important business."

Although the dry bones in the past would agree when they heard Li De's words, if An Nai couldn't help himself, he would sneak out.

But after being transformed by the power of faith, it was immediately different.

"As you wish, my master, I will carry out your commands with my soul"

Dry bones spoke in a solemn tone, and they couldn't hear the frivolity of the past at all.

Li De nodded with satisfaction, and just wanted to exaggerate it, but in the blink of an eye, his face darkened.

"Those scum can't have harmed the ....... of Daybreak without the permission of my great Dragon of Destruction."

"Quack, master, the great Lord Dry Bones has now increased in strength, it's really wonderful......"

"Your strength makes my soul tremble, oh~ That feeling is so comfortable, master, can you do it again......."

The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and sure enough, chatter is innate, not something that can be changed.

With a wave of his hand, he ignored the dry bones that were still chattering and wanted to experience the wonderful feeling of being transformed into a soul by the power of faith again, and threw Castro directly out of his shoulder.

Brush~

Castro's body in miniature armor grew larger, and a giant beast that shimmered metallicly in the sunlight appeared in the air.

Li De's body floated directly and flew to the back of Castro, the newborn king.

"Dry bones, tell Harrison I'm back in Green City."

The dry bones raised their heads, the dark blue soul fire in those empty eyes was flickering, and when Li De's figure disappeared into the sky, he said a little aggrieved.

"The feeling of being transformed into a soul by the power of the master....... It's amazing, people want ......."

After defeating the cave spider, it is more important to enjoy the loot, so at this time, the underground world is being greatly developed, and the magic crystal vein has to invest a lot of resources in construction, and Harrison is so busy that the city hall has no time to go back, so Li De is not looking for the other party to explain.

The current town hall is no longer the little workshop that came to a standstill without him.

The system has matured after continuous improvement, and even without Harrison, the chairman of the city hall, it can function normally.

Needless to say, Castro's speed is needless to say, this newborn king is blessed by extraordinary armor, and his supersonic flight almost makes him wave casually.

Two hours later, at the moment when Li De had just arrived in Greentown.

The system's prompt suddenly sounded.

"Ding, in the integration of time and space, the spatial coordinates are synchronized, and the time is synchronized, and the time is synchronized.

The time has been synchronized to 1:1, the spatial coordinates are being anchored, and the spatial coordinates are anchored.

The open beta of the game begins ......"

Li De's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at his attribute panel, and the countdown of more than a thousand days on it had reached zero.

The game is in open beta.....