Qianye is also having a headache, a decision is easy to make, but difficult to do, you can only take one step at a time.

On this matter, none of the high-level executives of the dark fire present could make any good suggestions, and some people would be cautious not to say anything even if they had ideas. may be able to help Qianye, only Song Zining, but he is far away in the empire and can't get out.

Qianye put these distracting thoughts aside, thought for a moment, and said, "The current task is to take down the Wolf Tooth No. 2 Fortress. Now that we have Count Eska, well, he can also contact the tribal warriors inside the fortress, so the goal of this siege is to control the casualties and the amount of damage to the fortress itself. ”

Dark Fire originally had absolute air superiority, and now it has internal response, so winning is naturally not a problem. Under this premise, Qianye wanted a complete fortress in order to form a fortress circle with Tower City, which was enough to control the vast area of hundreds of kilometers around.

It never takes more effort, time, and resources to build than to destroy, and to be able to get an intact fortress is a benefit in itself. Naturally, no one objected to this goal proposed by Qianye.

Early the next morning, Qianye began the attack on Fortress No. 2, and he was still alone against the fortress's main artillery. Among the three werewolf counts of Fortress No. 2, two were fierce and chose to fight to the death, and finally fell under the sword of a thousand nights. The huge gap in combat power made their desperate efforts meaningless.

The other werewolf count belonged to the same tribe as Eska, but symbolically resisted twice, and after Thousand Nights had killed the other two counts, he threw down his weapons and surrendered.

But the werewolf count always felt that Qianya looked at him with deep regret, as if he was expecting him to resist. The werewolf count, who was not timid, was seen to be hairy all over, and his head was pressed against the ground, and he only prayed in his heart that Chiya would not be as cruel and bloodthirsty as some of the nobles of the eternal night, and liked to torture and kill captives.

Qianye regretted it for a while, then withdrew his gaze, his pupils turned to normal, and said, "Get up, go and gather your people, let them lay down their weapons, and assemble in the designated area." ”

"Yes, my lord!" said the werewolf count, who was particularly deferential.

In fact, even Eska, who is the Earl of Guardian, has been demoted, and he is an ordinary earl, how can he resist. Since Thousand Nights promised to give the tribe the right to live, there was no reason to resist.

The Werewolf Count's feeling was actually right, but the reason was very different from what he feared, and Chiya regretted it in his heart, but he longed for another battle. When he killed the two counts, he found that his Force had actually shown signs of further progress, and there was a trace of progress in the direction of the condensation.

It seems that if you want to condense the crystal of the source liquid and cross the Heavenly Pass of the Divine General, you can only rely on external forces, like a divine soldier who was born after thousands of tempers, with the pressure of fighting against the enemy as a hammer, using your own body as a soldier and forging it into crystals.

The grade of Dawn Enlightenment is too high, it is already quite close to the source point of dawn, even in the state of the source liquid, it is more powerful than the original crystals of many god generals. Relying on Qianye's own cultivation and wanting to condense crystals, I don't know what year it is.

It's just that the opponent of the earl level has limited threat to Qianye, and the help they can provide is also limited. If you want to face a more powerful enemy, I'm afraid you can only go to the Emerald Sea. The highest force in the Great Cloister is only a werewolf marquis, and I heard that he is not young, and his real combat power may not be comparable to Eska.

The aftermath of Fortress No. 2 has not yet been completed, and the heart of a thousand nights has drifted to the Emerald Sea. The only thing that is a little uncertain is that there is a legend that there is a duke-level powerhouse living in seclusion in the depths of the Emerald Sea, but this is just a legend, whether it is true or not, even Eskar does not know.

Most of the werewolves on the land are still primitive tribal forms, or the most rudimentary emirates. They were quite closed to each other, and the spread of information still relied on primitive word of mouth, and there were no newspapers that passed through the continent, nor did they have similar channels for collecting and disseminating information on a regular basis. Some mercenary organizations have become the most efficient and extensive sources of information. It's just that the quality of this kind of news naturally cannot be expected.

The lack of information means that the werewolves do not need a unified life, they are quite satisfied with the status quo of the tribal system, and the environment of the land makes the werewolves lack natural enemies. Except for Zheng Guo, which is inhabited by the human race, only a few areas are in the hands of the spider demon, and there is no other racial power that has become a climate.

Although it is extremely difficult to cultivate to the Duke level in Yonglu, this is originally a country that has been half-abandoned by the Lord of the Eternal Night, and the werewolves who live here are inferior people in the entire werewolf race, and they originally did not have much pursuit.

Therefore, on the land of Yong, the werewolf ancestor sect is very popular, and the top of the peaks has no effect. In Eskar's tribe, only a few strong people have heard of the existence of the top of the peaks.

Since the target is in the Emerald Sea, Qianye doesn't plan to spend more effort in the Great Corridor. In the next few days, before the two fortresses could be swept away, the flames of war burned all over the front of the Great Cloister.

Xu Jingxuan's new army, together with Eskar's tribal warriors, swept away the dark races in the Great Corridor one by one. All the tribes that dare to resist have all been uprooted, and against those who are stronger, dark fire mercenaries will be dispatched. The elite mercenaries of the Thousand Nights have become accustomed to cooperating with floating warships, and under the double blow of the air and ground, even the two wolf's tooth fortresses can't last a day, how long can the ordinary werewolf tribal camp resist?

Occasionally, there are strong people, and they are not the opponents of Xu Jingxuan and Escar, and Qianye doesn't even have the need to make a move.

The sweep was very smooth, almost advancing at a speed of more than ten kilometers a day. This speed can be even faster, but the number of troops under Qianye is not enough, and tens of thousands of people can't make any splash when they are scattered over the vast area.

During this week, Qianye sat in the Wolf's Tooth Fortress, practicing every day and reading battle reports, and the days suddenly became idle.

It's not without troubles, for example, Song Hui looks for him three times a day. Every time she appears, it brings a headache to Chiya, that is, the number of werewolves who have surrendered is increasing, what should be done now?

Qianye originally thought that the number of werewolves should be limited, and Eskar's tribe had tens of thousands of werewolves, which was already a rare big tribe.

A few days after the capture of the Wolffang Twin Fortresses, but the dark races in the radiation area around the fortress have just been cleared, and the number of dark races surrendered has been an order of magnitude more than the number originally estimated by Thousand Nights, and every day is increasing at an incredible rate.

After counting more than 500,000 werewolves and other races, Qianye finally couldn't bear it anymore and summoned all the generals back, asking, "What's going on? Could it be that all the dark races in the Great Cloister have surrendered?"

The mercenary generals were silent one by one, with strange expressions.

Xu Jingxuan knew that he couldn't hide, so he stubbornly said: "My lord, of course not all tribes have surrendered, some have resisted, they have been annihilated, some have fled, and the rest have surrendered." ”

Qianye knew that something was wrong when she heard it, and frowned: "Tell me the specific number!"

When he was so angry, Xu Jingxuan no longer dared to be sloppy, and said honestly: "Among all the tribes, about eighty percent surrendered, one and a half escaped, and only half resisted and were annihilated by the army. ”

"How can there be so many? Was it like this before?" Qianye had done his homework before the war, when he was in Zheng Guoguo's territory, he had transferred ten years of war reports to understand the situation on the mainland, and he had the impression that in the past, when Zheng Guo attacked the Great Corridor, the large and small tribes either resisted or fled, and basically no surrendered.

Seeing Qianye ask this, Xu Jingxuan pointed to Eskar and said, "You ask him." ”

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Eskar knelt down on one knee and said, "In order to successfully complete the conquest of the tribes, I have sent people to the tribes in advance to declare your greatness, and many of the tribes are willing to attach themselves to your glory. ”

Qianye faintly felt bad and asked, "What did you say?"

Eska's expression remained unchanged and she said, "I'm just telling them that your Excellency has stood on the Origin of Darkness and will be the ruler of the entire world of Eternal Night. You are the great guide and undefeated god of war who will lead us out of our cages in ancient legends. You will slay the king of the Emerald Sea as the starting point and witness of your eternal journey. ”

This large passage made Qianye himself a little sluggish when he heard it.

For a long time, a lingua franca has developed among various ethnic groups, but it is not mastered and used until a certain class or above. When referring to certain terms or on special occasions, the aristocracy would also use some ancient words to more accurately express the ancient traditions and traditions unique to those races.

There are several nouns in Eska's passage, and when he speaks, he needs to explain a little before Qianye can roughly understand it. It is conceivable how many demagogic things are contained when these words are said in the tribal language of werewolves.

This is similar to the description of a person, and it is almost the same as a description of the true God. Standing on the origin of darkness, in the strict sense of the word, I am afraid that even the Queen of the Night has not been able to reach this realm. Eskar opened her mouth and came, and she didn't have a good brain.

In the whole boast, the only reliable point is to kill the king of the Emerald Sea. But how did Qianye remember that the king of the Emerald Sea seemed to be a duke?

Even if it is the vice-duke, there is a big rank between him and the marquis of glory. So far, Qianye has not had a record of killing the Duke by himself, and the defeat has been the result of a combination of factors. When it came to Eska's mouth, killing the Duke was like killing a chicken.

Qianye had a headache, and said with a forehead: "You say this, and they believe it?"

Eskar's face was sunny, "I believe it all, why don't they believe it?"

Qianye whispered an expletive. He had forgotten that werewolves admired the strong very much, and the more primitive the social form, the more profound the influence, and the ordinary warriors almost blindly believed the words of the tribal strong and sacrifices. With Escar's strength and position, many people are bound to believe what he says, but eighty percent of the tribes choose to submit, which is still far beyond the expectations of Qianye, and it seems that the legend has also played a big role.

Seeing Qianye's expression, Eskar added, "My lord, your legend has spread. If it is not surprising, many tribes will voluntarily submit to it in the future, so we will not need to make much effort. ”

Qianye had an even more headache and asked, "How many are many?"

"There are about four million Buraku people in the entire Great Corridor, and as things stand, I'm afraid it won't be long before you add more than three million people to your command. ”

Eskar said respectfully, but Qianye was helpless. The population of the entire Zhengguo Corridor is only more than two million people combined, and now there are more than three million werewolves in the Great Corridor area, which has exceeded the number of human races.

"Then did you tell them that even if they surrender and submit, their status will be below that of the Terrans with me?"

At this moment, Qianye's gaze was as sharp as a knife, but Eskar was obviously prepared, "If you don't sow seeds, you won't reap, and if you don't have the scars of hunting, you won't have prey." Only when meritorious deeds are established will there be land and food, and all werewolves understand this truth. We are willing to shed blood or sweat for you and gain status for merit. It doesn't matter where you started. Even if you are a slave, you will become a warrior one day. ”

His answer made Qianye speechless.

Qianye thought about it, asked Eskar and the mercenary generals to retreat first, leaving only Song Lun, Song Hui and Xu Jingxuan, and asked bluntly: "What should I do with these three million werewolves?"