The original number of 50,000 Crypt Demon Troops, after a series of battles, now gathered together is less than 20,000 people, after they discharged two not very neat 10,000 teams, they followed the example of the legendary Crypt Demon, exalted their belly with their limbs facing the sky, and surrendered with practical actions. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, the 20,000 four-legged crypt demon troops had an inexplicable sense of joy for no reason.

Even the patriarch of the Giant Clan, this long-established legendary powerhouse, faced with a dozen black dragons cheating like a siege, he struggled to resist for a while, and finally collapsed with countless wounds, and when he fell, the other two legendary giants had already died in battle.

With the death of the Giant Patriarch, it became the last straw that completely crushed the psychological defenses of the Troll and Giant warriors, who dropped their weapons and even took off their armor, and finally fell to their knees with their hands raised, and surrendered to these former Untouchables of the United Resistance Army, and waited anxiously for the Untouchables to judge their future fate.

As for the nearly 200,000 slave troops who had been at the end of the battle line and were guarded by a small number of Harppogens, they put down their weapons at the moment when the Harpies turned back and stayed there in a neat line.

The soldiers of the United Resistance Army, who had been caught in a bitter battle, suddenly found that their opponents had surrendered so easily, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a while, they subconsciously clenched their weapons and stood in place blankly, except for the seriously wounded on both sides screaming from time to time, the whole battlefield suddenly calmed down.

Mo Duo laboriously took out two bottles of extremely precious high-grade stamina recovery potions from the spatial ring, pulled out the sealed wooden stopper, and poured one bottle into his mouth, and the other bottle was thrown directly into the fat dragon's panting mouth.

As soon as the potion with the scent of purple cuckoo flower entered Modo's stomach, it made a warm breath rise from Modo's body, which was indescribably comfortable, and then Modo felt that although his body was still sore, his physical strength had finally recovered a little.

Then he almost used all his strength to climb onto the back of the fat dragon, and after sitting firmly, the fat dragon slowly rose hundreds of meters into the air; his movements became the focus of attention on both sides of the entire battlefield, everyone was waiting for him to speak, it can be said that Mo Duo's next statement determined the life and death of countless people, and whether several races could still be lucky enough to survive in this world.

Although he was tired, Mo Duo still stood straight on the dragon's back, majestic as if he had fallen into the mortal world, and he glanced around the battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people had been killed and wounded, and all kinds of thoughts and thoughts flashed through his mind.

After a long time, Mo Duo spoke, and he summoned the last of his internal qi to gather in his throat, coupled with the amplification of the tin horn, he could finally make everyone hear clearly.

The little dwarf first introduced himself to the three-clan alliance full of fear of the unknown fate: "I am the Iron Lord Duke of the Orc Empire in the surface world, and I am also the current supreme commander of the United Resistance Army. “

"I think enough people died and blood was shed today. Modo didn't scream hoarsely, but his calm voice was full of convincing persuasion: "First of all, you must accept this cruel reality, you have been defeated, and there is no possibility of turning the tables around. ”

After finishing speaking, Mo Duo paused for a moment, and saw that although those troll officers and surviving giants were a little unwilling, they could only accept it powerlessly, so he continued.

"In that case, I am here to make a judgment against you on behalf of all the low-level races who have been brutally ruled by you for nearly a thousand years. As Modo's voice landed, the hearts of the remaining warriors of the Three Clans Alliance were all suspended to the top.

Modo began to pronounce the verdict: "In view of the timely rectification of the Black Dragon Clan, which has made an important contribution to this victory, I hereby pardon all the crimes of the Black Dragon Clan, and then all the Black Dragons in the Underworld will be incorporated into the Iron Collar Air Force Group, and from then on you will not only enjoy the highest level of food and quota, but also I personally promise to let you return to the surface world within three years." ”

"Long live Lord Modo. The huge cheers and dragon chant roared out of the mouths of the twenty-three black dragons present, returning to the underground world, what a beautiful word, the highest ideal of the black dragon clan in the underground world was easily realized, and these black dragons couldn't help but fall into ecstasy.

All kinds of envious eyes stared nakedly at the black dragon, and the fiery gaze could almost pierce the hard dragon scales that the black dragon was proud of.

Then Modo stretched out his finger and pointed at the Harpy troops: "In view of the Harpyx's battlefield uprising, which contributed to the final victory, I have once again decided to pardon some of your crimes, and you will all be organized into the Iron Rank Slave Flying Legion, and only after completing the twenty-year service period can you be converted to civilian status." ”

"Of course, if you perform well in your future service, you will be released from slavery early, and some of you will even be rewarded for settling in the surface world. Modo added.

As soon as the little gnome's words fell, the harpy people cheered, and they were not very unhappy about being reduced to the slave army, but were full of expectations for the opportunity to return to the surface world to settle.

Modo's fingers turned again, this time pointing at the four-legged Crypt Demon Troops: "As for you Crypt Demons, let me condemn your actions as surrender! You need to pay for the crimes you committed in the past, and in the next fifty years, the Crypt Demon Clan will all be reduced to slavery, and of course this time can also be reduced according to performance and merit." ”

With that legendary strength, the crypt demons accepted this sentence silently, although fifty years is a long time, but it is not to the point of despair, at least so that their entire race can be preserved, as for the temptation to go to the surface world, it is not very big for them as the original natives of the underground world.

Then Modo pointed to the slave troops: "You don't have to worry, I can understand your suffering, so as long as you are identified, all the warriors who have not committed serious crimes against their own people before will be pardoned by me and given you the status of civilians." ”

Immediately, the vast majority of the slave troops cheered, only a small number of officers were colorless, but they were surrounded by excited soldiers, who did not dare to make any attempt to escape, and could only pray that there would be no too tragic end.