In the dimly lit tent, there is only an oil lamp.

Inside the tent, a ring of brass torches was placed around it, filled with grease that had no oil smoke after being lit, but they were all extinguished at this time

In the center, on a throne of animal skins, a giant old man who seemed to have stepped out of ancient Greek mythology was hunched over his knees, and the light was radiated from a skull lampholder on his left hand side that had removed the cover of the heavenly spirit

This is the Zoami slave corps, the big tent of the patriarch of the Mushan clan, and the giant old man on the throne, who is the patriarch of the contemporary Mushan clan - Grant? Mushan

Although the old man was already in his twilight, his hair was patched with gray, and the wrinkles could trap flies, his body was still outrageously strong, and under the simple animal skin oblique and animal skin skirt, there were bulging tendons from the grave, and tangled blood vessels bulged above, and a bronze sledgehammer leaned against the root foot of the throne, if it was solid, the weight would probably be more than half a ton

He raised his head and said to the darkness on his right:

"So I have to die, right?"

It seemed to be empty, but a voice replied in a loud voice:

"Yes"

A faint figure emerged with the words, it was an alpaca wearing a stealth crystal armor, his strong figure was like a twelve-year-old child compared to the old man, and the old man was a head taller than him when he sat bent over

"The cooperation between us must be lost in the dust, and neither the humans here nor your people can know about it, this is our condition in the first place."

"I know that although the old man tried to keep his voice as low as possible, it still echoed in the big tent like a subwoofer...... Some are unwilling to ......"

There was silence for a while

"I want to see the blue sky and the sunshine and the moment when my people regain their freedom and civilization"

The old man straightened his back, leaned back on the throne, his head tilted up, his eyes closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the future he was looking forward to

"It's been too long......"

"We live in darkness"

"The Zomis have destroyed all civilizations and races in our world."

"All good things and hatreds have been destroyed, and we have no race left, except for the only name that can commemorate our origins - Mushan"

……

The old man muttered, the alpaca's gaze fixed on nothingness, his hands clasped to his chest, leaning against a rafter and listening quietly

"Our bloodlines merged, and the old and weak dead bodies became what they are now in the midst of killing and fighting"

"But we're becoming more and more like beasts, no...... More than the beasts, at least the beasts only kill when they are hungry, but we have turned killing into instinct......"

The old man's face had a painful look.

"This kind of life can no longer be continued, there are too few and too few descendants of rational thinking in the tribe......"

With that, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the alpaca

"Promise me, mighty kind, to save the souls of my people"

"Ah......" The alpaca replied in response, "How do you compare to my strength?" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then said unabashedly: "You are very strong, even if you don't rely on your magical equipment, I am not your opponent...... No, the gap between us is too big and I don't qualify to be your opponent at all"

The alpaca smiled, its bright, snow-white teeth standing out in the darkness

"Such me, just like you in front of the leader, is not qualified to be his opponent at all, he only uses a little finger, it is enough to crush me"

"My leader is very strong, and although we still don't know what the Zoami are really capable of, I am very sure that these bandits will not be our opponents."

"To be honest, if it weren't for some reason, it would be inconvenient for us to do it directly, you wouldn't have had a chance to come to this world at all, and even if we did, if we wanted to completely eliminate you, including the Zomi people behind you, believe me, three years is too long, hmm...... The shortest is three months, the most is twenty months, you, all your people, all the slave regiments, one of the Zomis is counted as one, and there is only one ending, which is death"...,

"I don't know why I want to tell you this, maybe it's just to let you go with peace of mind, I have some admiration for you now"

"You are a little like the leader, you are willing to sacrifice for your people, but he is sure that most people sacrifice their own interests, even people they don't know, because in this way, he has judged his conscience again and again, and almost driven himself crazy"

"But it is precisely because of this that he is the leader we admire, although he seems to be out of tune, he is still the biggest and biggest scoundrel and pervert, but when he is in danger, he will not let us break off, but must be in front of himself"

"So, don't worry about my promise, as long as your people have a chance to save, he won't let it go, you have also seen the video data I gave you, fish-people, lizardmen, jackals and other non-human races can all learn how to integrate into civilized society under our care, not to mention humans who are close to us?"

"You can see that you trust your leader," the old man said calmly

The alpaca nodded and said, "Yes, no matter strength, leadership or decision-making, he is a trustworthy leader, and after spending time with him, I feel stupid because I don't have the opportunity to use my brains."

"Hmm...... It's been long enough, it's time for me to hit the road."

The old man untied the bone necklace around his neck, held it in the palm of his hand, condensed a faint glimmer into it, and handed it to the alpaca

"This is my soul emblem necklace, my son Oyatai is very stubborn, if I die like this inexplicably, he will drill the tip of the sheep's horns, if he refuses to submit, give this to him, he will understand that this is my most desperate wish"

The alpaca just glanced at it and put it away

Old man, Grant? After Mu Shan stood up, he was three meters tall, he poured himself a glass of wine, and then carefully took out a delicate leather bag, gently removed the stopper, and dripped a drop of liquid in the skin bag into the wine

He took another clean cup and poured a cup for the alpaca

"Drink with me after the last"

"Good"

The alpaca took the glass and drank it down

Grant smiled and tilted his head back to drain his drink

The cyan veins spread out from under his leather suit like a small black snake, the old man put the wine glass away in a dejected manner, and slowly sat back in his seat, the blue-black color had spread to the entire epidermis, and at the same time thick black blood flowed from his eyes and nose, but he was satisfied, as if he had obtained the greatest treasure in his life

The alpaca looked silent and muttered to himself:

"Forgive me...... Fat guy is a good person, this kind of dirty thing is still done by a dirty person like me......"

The alpaca bowed respectfully three times to the old man's corpse, then pulled down the mask and quietly disappeared into the tent

The slightest bit of fire in the tent was dimmed after a few moments

※I ※ is ※ evil ※ evil ※ ※ divides ※ cut ※ thread※

There was a surge of spiritual power in the leylines, and strange changes were produced

Just as the surface of human skin secretes oil from the pores, countless various spiritual power nodes on the ground will condense ore with corresponding attributes every once in a while

These ores range from gold, silver, copper, and iron that are familiar to humans, as well as strange metals and crystals that are unfamiliar to humans

In the terminology of the Magical World, it is "magic metal", "natural metal", and natural magic crystal ore that has not yet been formed and charged

The more primitive and natural the landform, the more ore will be condensed at the spiritual power node

This seems to be an exchange of matter, and the core of this planet, like the Earth, is a lot of fluid minerals separated into multiple layers, and each level is constantly sliding between them

The Black Mist Demon Tree produces unstable and mottled spiritual power, which can be seen from the fact that it can stimulate biological mutations...,

The black fog that envelops the outer layer of the entire planet absorbs all the cosmic radiation, including solar energy, which is transmitted, transformed, and integrated into the earth in the black fog

In the rotation of the planet, it is affected by this, and a strange phenomenon of material exchange is generated, and something replaces the material that was originally in the depths of the planet, and these substances are exchanged to the ground in the circulation of the leylines

And the unstable aura, in this process, purified and reabsorbed by the black fog demon trees all over the surface of the planet, transmitted to the wormhole portals in all corners of the planet, in addition to maintaining the stability and operation of the wormhole, most of them were transmitted to the unknown world on the opposite side

There are also certain substances that are being transported

That's probably why the Zomis invaded the planet without running it and without captives and people, all they want is energy

Liu An speculated that the wormhole portal actually teleported certain substances to the leylines, and then used the pressure and high temperature inside the planet to smelt them

So, what the Zomis need is a barren and primitive planet

Therefore, the slave corps will fight planet by planet, and after clearing one planet, they will coerce the remaining centaurs and surrendered aborigines to continue to the next planet, or all of them will die in battle......

When encountering a terrible civilization galaxy, they will cut off the connection of the wormhole portal, and even cannon fodder will not be as good as the large number of slave corps that can buy them enough time

Really...... A lucrative deal

Obviously, there is such a good magic technique, and even the wormhole teleportation across space can be done, but it is selfish and only used in plundering and extermination, if you are willing to spend some time and brainpower, you can develop a parallel technology tree, and you don't have to use plunder and extermination of other races to satisfy your own development...... At this moment, Liu An was full of bad feelings for this race

"Hmm...... Although there is no good or evil in the world, your race really does not meet the beauty of Uncle Ben."

This thought seems to have decided the fate of the Zoami people

[Something happened yesterday, it was delayed, and I will make up for ......it in the future] (To be continued)