Shi San followed quietly on the side, and wherever Erlang went, it went.

The land of the Taoho clan is a bloody city.

While walking here, the fence next to it was covered with shredded meat, and its bloody smell was extremely pungent even in heavy snowstorms.

Erlang took a special interest in Kiris, and when he saw that it was not disgusting, he continued to concentrate on investigating the traces here.

Kiris on the side covered her mouth and smiled, bouncing and following on the side.

In the evening, Erlang came to the place he had agreed to gather, but he found no trace of the murderer of the Taolo tribe there.

However, Erlang was depressed, but the creatures of the other races were smiling, and everyone was oily and in good spirits.

Behind him, a huge coolie strapped a lot of supplies, and made a whining sound as it slowly moved forward through the night.

So when they saw Erlang empty-handed, they were all surprised.

Upstart?

Not ready?

I felt a little contempt in my heart, but I didn't say it, but smiled and exchanged with each other casually, and then went about my own business.

Since the Weeping Clan didn't want those things, they laughed at them.

Whew~

More and more coolies crossed the darkness to the gates of the city.

The Mighty Clans showed their powers, carrying huge supplies to the coolie's back and walking on the ground with a bang.

However, although it was fun to move these resources, they did not hit any of them in the first place.

As one of the powerhouses, the Taoho clan should have a few treasures at the bottom of the box anyway.

At the very least, they didn't find the devouring swamp pond that had been cultivated by the Tao Addicts for nearly a thousand years.

It's an excellent energy-converting artifact, and if you put some minerals or wood into it, you can convert enough energy to get it out.

It is the most coveted thing by these powerhouses, hoping to replace the lava core of the magic tower.

Magic Towers, these powerful people are nostalgic for the glory of the Age of Magic.

But if there is no energy supply, the magic tower, which represents the highest crystallization of the Age of Magic, is a burden.

It's a pity that these naughty people only think about eating, and they don't even think about applying them to the magic tower.

Another year has passed since this partition.

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the Weeping Clan, a quarter of the entire continent has been expelled by heavy snowstorms, shrouded in the warmth of spring.

At this time, the development of the Lingweing clan also reached its peak, and the pace of progress was forced to stop.

Not enough in quantity.

After all, the clansmen with strong talents are in the minority, but only the clansmen with strong talents can take on the sacrifice, so the pace of expelling the heavy wind and snow weather has to be slowed down.

It's just that the Spirit Weeping Clan can slow down, but those races in other parts of the continent that are in the blizzard weather are anxious.

Nowadays, there is very little food to be found around their clan.

If it were their turn in another year, they would not know how many people would have starved to death by that time.

So some of the leaders of the weak clan hurriedly brought gifts, hoping to make the Weeping Clan prioritize them.

Unfortunately, this doesn't work.

The power of the Spring Envoys does not allow them to do so.

So, these weak people set their sights on those places close to the line.

They don't have to think about the places that have been expelled from the heavy snowstorm, those places are basically occupied by the strong clans.

If these weak people dare to come, they will dare to kill.

As a result, in the snowstormy weather, some of the wars that had already begun to form alliances and wars became more and more expanded.

In order to survive, some weak people who couldn't help it began to attack their neighbors.

I need food.

By the time these news reached the new land of the Spirit Weeping Clan, the war in the blizzard had already been fought to the point that it had become more and more immortal.

"What do you think, Erlang?"

Erlang, who was in the palace, received the information thrown by the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan, and his face was solemn.

"Patriarch, I think we have to make (this chapter is not over!) )

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action, to support the races that have been shrouded in the snowstorm. ”

"Tell me why." The leader of the Weeping Clan didn't deny it, but motioned for Ellang to state their reasons for doing so.

"Righteousness!"

"Faith!"

"The power of the Spring Envoy is closely related to faith, and the more living beings believe in it, the stronger the power of the Spring Envoy will be."

"But before, those powerful clans seemed to know about this, and they deliberately restricted us from spreading our faith."

"Almost more and more of the expulsion rituals have been squeezed in by those powerful clans in the name of unity, which has greatly weakened the faith that the original spring envoys could get."

"But if we occupy the righteousness of rescuing all races, even if those strong clans don't want to, our prestige will inevitably become louder and louder among all races."

"The power of the Spring Envoy can also become stronger and stronger."

Listening to Erlang's eloquent suggestion, the Lingweing Clan leader smiled at the corner of his mouth for a while, and then quickly returned to his original indifferent expression.

"In that case, you will be responsible for the support materials this time."

"Plus, Kiris will help you."

"Yes, Patriarch!" Erlang's eyes were excited, and after saluting respectfully, he hurried outside.

After Erlang left, a voice suddenly sounded in the palace: "Holy Emperor, the young patriarch has been in close contact with the leader of the weak clan these days. ”

"According to Lingwei's report, the young patriarch showed obvious sympathy when the leaders of the weak clan complained about their grievances."

On the tall seat, the leader of the Weeping Clan was not surprised by the sudden sound.

After listening to the report, the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan gently knocked on the tall seat, "Thirteen, let the fourth child take care of Erlang on the way, and you can forcibly bring it back when necessary." ”

"Yes, Holy Emperor."

After settling his son's matter, the leader of the Weeping Clan pressed on the tall seat, and his body suddenly reversed into a tunnel.

After a period of tunneling, the front was extremely narrow at first, but after dozens of steps, it suddenly opened up, and the devouring swamp pond in front of it gurgled and bubbled, connecting dozens of thick flesh transmission pipes.

At the end of its pipes is the nest of the Weeping Clan.

It's just that the breeding nest here is not pregnant with the people of the Spirit Weeping Clan.

Thirteen, who had been waiting here for a long time, floated over, and said in a mechanical voice: "Holy Emperor, the first generation of soldiers has been adjusted. ”

"The data is the same as the stone demon we tested, with very strong defense and hand-to-hand combat capabilities."

As he spoke, it stepped out of the way, revealing the giant green giant creature behind it in the nest.

It has four thick arms, intertwined muscles, and a single force that can overturn a small hill!

"What about the service life?"

"For the time being, there has been no breakthrough, and in a year, the internal tissues will collapse and be scrapped."

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