The New World is a forested area, with small plains near the sea.

Chen's city is the largest settlement of the Chu people under the control of the Chen family, in addition, there are two new cities of Linhai and Wanghai, guarding the horns and firmly guarding this bridgehead.

With three big cities as the core, subordinate to large or small villages and towns, farmers from agricultural civilization have carved out fertile land little by little.

Over the decades, it has become deeply rooted here, and immigrants are now in their third generation.

In the past few decades, the Chu people have also had a lot of dealings with the indigenous people, and they also know each other well.

Overall, the New World is forested, has a tropical climate, and has few minerals.

The overall level of civilization of the indigenous people is in the Stone Age, and everything else is simply a mess, quite backward and primitive.

For example, the roads are muddy and difficult to navigate during the rainy season, and some roads even need to swim through when it rains......

On the muddy and wet road, one foot deep and one foot shallow, the group trudged with difficulty.

They wore light leather armor, rattan armor, and even cloth armor and paper armor, and they were obviously a ragtag army.

How high-spirited he was when he swore an oath, how discouraged he was at the moment.

A young recruit drew his dagger, cut off the vine that was holding his foot, and said angrily:

"It's too hard to walk, I've never seen a road that gets flooded after a rain!"

"Sooner or later, I'm going to cut down all the trees here and pave a wide stone path!"

Another soldier continued:

"If there is a road, you will be content, ten years ago, there was not even such a road in this area, ten miles out of the city is a tree, and the eyes are full of trees."

Several of them were pulled up high in their trouser legs and slowly waded across the water.

"Whoosh ......"

More than ten meters away from the roadside, in the tall bushes, more than a dozen sharp spears suddenly flew out.

"Shield!"

The accompanying warlock was prepared, let out a low shout, and at the same time released a spell.

The milky white light flashed, and a thin layer of transparent bubbles appeared around the group.

The one-meter-long hard wooden javelin stabbed it heavily, and the force it brought up even the people and shields were all overturned to the ground.

The air roared, and a gust of wind blew on the flat ground.

Behind the bushes, a group of natives with their faces painted on their faces emerged, led by three brightly colored bird feathers stuck on their heads.

Behind their backs were baskets woven of fluffy vines, which held the short javelins.

Under his feet are shoes made of gum, scattered, and forced from three directions.

"Be careful, it's the three-feathered warrior."

The accompanying warlock was in the air, and then used the spell to recite the message.

The three-feather warriors, among the indigenous warriors, are already considered the backbone, and then there are four, five, and six feathers, and the level is judged according to the number of feathers.

It is said that every time an indigenous warrior passes a trial, he receives one of these feathers.

Three feathers are passed three times, and the warriors of the three feathers are at the level of a hundred generals in Dachu, even if they don't have armor, they are not easy.

At this time, these soldiers also reacted.

Thanks to the timely air shield, they did not reduce their personnel, but the formation inevitably seemed to be scattered.

The warrior with three feathers on his head, covered in oil paint, and dressed in a camouflage suit of vine leaves, raised his hands and roared for a while, but fortunately there was an interpreter who understood the indigenous language:

"Han people, this is not the place you should be."

Because the Great Chu Emperor claimed to inherit the ancient style of the ancient Han Dynasty, everyone called him Han, and he also called himself so when he was external.

"My lord, do you want to?"

A warlock asked the young man in the lead, and made a gesture to wipe his throat.

"No, you're no match for him."

After observing for a while, the young man shook his head and said:

"This man is a Protoss."

The warlock's face changed slightly, and he asked in a low voice:

"This is the periphery of the city-state, how did you meet the Protoss?"

Could it be that the news has leaked?

The young man calmly stared ahead, and the two sides seemed to be negotiating, but in fact they were strategically deceiving each other.

As they spoke, five or six good hands had already touched the wings.

At the same time, the enemy's encirclement is about to be formed.

"The action of the army, tens of thousands of people every year, sweeping away the wild beasts around the city-state, is the norm, and the natives also have sacrifices, so it is impossible to cover it up."

Lin Zhengyang narrowed his eyes slightly, observing not far away, to make sure that there were no hidden enemies.

"I can't talk about it, on!

So saying, he took his sword and rushed forward first.

At the same time, one hundred and twenty or thirty of his own people were killed from different angles at the same time.

The natives, who had been prepared for a long time, screamed, took out the throwing gun from the basket behind themselves, threw it quickly, and then took it again, and threw it again.

Three rounds of javelins went down, and the warlock had to add five or six more shields to the crowd.

The three warriors at the head, worthy of being the warriors of the natives, took the lead with their lives, holding the javelin in their hands, and stabbed through the two soldiers who rushed in front.

Blood splattered, and at close range, this air shield was like paper paste, and it would be extinguished with a single poke.

"Sure enough, this is the Protoss."

A normal three-feathered warrior is still in the realm of mortals, and in the face of a warlock's spell, he can't fight so easily with brute force.

Lin Zhengyang took advantage of the cover of a few soldiers, carried a long sword, and brushed past the two natives first.

Then there were two fountains of blood, and the native, who had been cut by the artery, fell weakly over his blood-spurting neck and fell in confusion.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

It's all just a skirmish in just a breath.

Projecting all the javelins from the natives, and then holding the wooden guns to fight with Chen Jiajun in close quarters, it was only two breaths.

One is just a face, and the other side is down.

As a rough estimate, there were at least twenty or thirty heads.

The faces of the three feather warriors on the opposite side changed wildly, and they never expected that the gap would be so big.

The wooden javelin, even if it is a natural alien, is really not the opponent of the iron weapon blessed with the "sharp art".

Almost three or two blows, the javelin was cut off, and the sword was met empty-handed, and the first wave was equivalent to giving people heads.

After another five or six breaths, Lin Zhengyang had already penetrated the enemy formation, harvested seven or eight heads with his hands, and rushed in front of the three-feathered warrior, just blocking his escape route.

At this time, the occupation had already been overturned, and more than 100 people on their side had already converged, and after harvesting more than 60 heads, they repeatedly pursued and killed the defeated enemy army.

To be honest, it's really not that difficult.

The Chen family's army trained by the Chen family in private, even if it is a new recruit, the imaginary target is the same level of cold weapon army in Dachu, and it is really meaningless to bully these opponents who don't even have metal weapons.

The reason why those indigenous city-states were not destroyed before was simply because of the existence of desolate beasts and desolate gods.

Lin Zhengyang didn't have time to think of these at this time, and with a sword he stabbed in the chest, and the wind surrounded his body, leaving only the remnants of the Dao in place.

White light, sonic boom, light flashed, Lin Zhengyang stood with his sword.

The three feather warriors behind him touched their throats, "Hehehe" a few times, unwilling, regretful, angry, and finally failed to spit out clear sentences.

With a "plop", he fell to his knees, his hands clutching his throat hard, blood gushing from between his fingers, and soon gathering into a shallow puddle in the mud on the ground.

The Protoss is originally a god descendant, inheriting the bloodline of the worshiped Aragami, which makes him have a vitality beyond ordinary people, even if he loses a lot of blood and has his trachea severed, he can survive and not die for a while.

Bright red blood and a fishy smell filled the air.

Mixed with the smell of earth and rain, it became quite unpleasant and disgusting.

Lin Zhengyang waited quietly for a while.

calmly watched the death of this noble godborn.

The shouting and killing on the battlefield not far away gradually subsided, and their own side won a big victory and was cleaning up the battlefield.

From time to time, I heard the sound of "poof" and "poof", which was mending the knife to the corpse.

On the battlefield, there is never a shortage of enemies who pretend to be dead.

Regardless of whether it is a real death or a fake death or a coma with serious injuries, all enemies will first rush to the vital point to make up for the knife, and then deal with it.

This is the practice in the military.

Even if there are those who pretend to be dead, they have become really dead after being mended.

The heavens and the earth seemed to be quiet, and in the distance, there was no birdsong to be heard, only the slight sound of metal colliding, the sound of treading water, and the sound of heavy breathing......

Lin Zhengyang watched calmly, the sun was setting outside the sky, and the remnant sun was like blood, reflecting the sky with a red glow.

"The time has come."

He whispered.

As soon as the words fell, I saw a little red light, pouring out from the three warriors on the ground, enveloping a figure, and about to flee into the distance.

Lin Zhengyang stretched out his hand and held it weakly, and there was actually an invisible force that appeared out of thin air.

The red light, crooked, made a bend, and threw it into his palm.

The red light melted in an instant, and a small white shadow wrapped in the red light screamed miserably, vaguely recognizable as the face of the three-feathered warrior.

The red light melted into Lin Zhengyang's palm, leaving only this white shadow, which was exposed to the outside world in a daze, struggling for no more than a breath, like a bubble, completely evaporating.

Lin Zhengyang was still reminiscing about Fang Cai's feelings, blessed to his soul, he understood.

"It turns out that this is my destiny."

It was only at this moment that he understood the meaning of Destiny.

Just now, when the god descendant died, the power inherited from the gods left with his soul, which was supposed to return to the place where the aragod was, but he was able to intercept it, and he refined that power without hindrance.

Everything is as easy as the instinct to breathe.