Dawning City.

The sergeant of the 342nd Regiment of the Second Class, White Fang, wearing a neat uniform, was nervously checking the ammunition.

The hundreds of legions of the Dawning Tribe, divided into three different levels.

The most elite Legion, the so-called Tower Legion.

The other two grades are First Class and Second Class.

The former is the main corps that is more rigorously trained and better equipped.

The latter is a second-class army that has not been formed for a long time and has a slightly less trained degree.

At this time.

The shouts of the team members kept ringing out.

"Carefully check if there is a risk of jamming, a few days ago there was an unlucky guy who encountered this problem, and the magic pill exploded directly in the chamber of the gun."

"Count the amount of ammunition, and focus on checking if the magazine is full of magic pills."

"Finally, check if you've got an emergency medical kit, which can be a lifesaver at a critical moment."

White Fang was relieved when he checked the ammunition and confirmed the other supplies.

Thinking of the upcoming war, he unconsciously glanced at the totem pole standing tall in the distance, and reverently muttered: "The power of the totem is with me!" ”

Two months ago.

White Fang is not a member of the Dawning Tribe, but a low-level commoner of another small tribe.

Later, the tribe was annexed, and he became a member of the Dawning Tribe.

Despite this, White Fang is willing to fight for the Dawning Tribe from the bottom of his heart.

There are many reasons for this.

Because the Dawning Tribe will never engage in human blood sacrifices, the people at the bottom do not have to worry about the whole family becoming sacrifices one day.

Also because he joined the Dawning tribe, as long as he works hard, he will definitely be able to eat and clothe himself.

Also because the Dawning Tribe has many opportunities to improve its strength.

Within a month of joining the Horde, he touched the totem pole three times, comprehended the talent of a gunslinger, and then joined the Magic Gun Legion, where he was awarded the rank of sergeant.

By the way.

The so-called "shooter talent" is the talent that Cheng Han transformed out of thin air.

He deeply studied the secrets of the totem pole, performed a secret method beyond imagination, and single-handedly made a "shooter totem pole".

This was also the first major event in the history of the Qingyang world, which deeply shocked the upper echelons of the entire tribe.

Essentially, the marksman talent is a weakened version of the Hawkeye talent.

Hawkeye has the talent to shoot within 100 meters, but the shooter can only shoot anywhere within 15 meters.

Although the ability has dropped too much, it has a huge benefit.

That is, the threshold has been greatly lowered.

On average, there are more than 8,000 Qingyang people, and only one can comprehend the talent of Eagle Eye, which can be regarded as one in a million.

But on average, out of more than 40 Qingyang people, there will be one shooter.

That's a twenty-fold gap.

It is also one of the confidence of the Dawning tribe to dare to explode.

It didn't take long.

White Fang suddenly heard many sounds of flapping wings from the sky.

"Whew! Call! ”

He subconsciously looked up, and immediately saw many giant eagles, which were quickly sweeping towards this side.

White Fang blurted out: "Eagle Legion! ”

The Eagle Legion belongs to the Elite Legion sequence.

There are two Legions of Eagles in Dawnlight, each with over 1,200 Eagles.

This big guy with a wingspan of more than 10 meters can easily carry two adults for long flights.

Then.

The roars of each team rang out one after another.

"All in line!"

"Secure the safety line!"

"Hurry up and take the potion!"

White Fang, together with his comrades, quickly lined up and stood up.

The team quickly took out a vine rope and handed it over, urging him to say, "Hurry up." ”

White Fang pulled out a safety rope from his belt, and a buckle was attached to the end, and it was fastened to the vine rope with a "click".

He immediately took out another vial, which was the so-called "light potion", uncorked it first, and then poured it into his mouth.

The smell of the potion was so strange that it was like some kind of rotten thing, and he almost threw it up.

He couldn't help retching and muttered, "It's really hard to drink grandma!" ”

The comrades-in-arms next to him all had similar expressions.

Soon.

White Fang felt that wisps of cool air seemed to gush out of his chest and abdomen, and large goosebumps crawled up on his skin.

Holding back the urge to vomit, he reported loudly to the team, "My weight loss potion has begun to take effect. ”

Other comrades-in-arms did the same.

The team nodded with satisfaction: "That's good!" I don't want that idiot to have a problem and fall from a few thousand meters in the air. ”

The soldiers burst into laughter.

The weight loss agent has only one simple effect, which is to reduce the weight to about one percent of the normal situation for a certain period of time.

A large man weighing 100 kilograms, after taking the weight loss medicine, his weight will be reduced to 1 kilogram, and he can jump more than ten meters high at any time.

When Bai Fang took this medicine for the first time, he felt that his three views were about to be shattered.

He also knew that the root source of the lightweight elixir was the tribe's seventh totem pole, and its name was - Soul Totem.

This magical totem pole has only one function - to stimulate the talent of "spiritual mastery".

Although it is not a talent with direct combat effectiveness, it is unusually important to help the Dawning Tribe, because those who awaken this talent can become pharmacists who can refine potions.

Tens of thousands of apothecaries played an indispensable role in making Dawning City so powerful, refining hundreds of potions with different effects for the tribe.

A minute later.

The lightweight potion is fully effective.

The shouts of the team were heard throughout the barracks.

"Put on a windshield mask!"

"Ready to take off!"

White Fang took a deep breath, took off the windshield hanging from his belt, and put it on with a quick movement, covering his face.

And then.

Immediately, there was a new movement in the sky.

I saw a large number of giant eagles hovering in the sky, flapping their wings and falling to the ground.

Many soldiers immediately dragged the ropes and trotted up to the eagles, fastening the ropes to the two talons of the eagles.

The team members shouted immediately afterward.

"Take off!"

"It's time to take off!"

The Giant Eagle Riders sat on their saddles, and they all performed the psychic Giant Eagle's spiritual mastery, directing the Giant Eagle to rise into the air.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Accompanied by the sound of violent air currents.

Each of the mighty eagles, carrying a large array of heavily armed soldiers with their talons, numbering more than two hundred, swept quickly into the distance.

With this unique mode of transportation, it is easy to quickly transport a legion to the target area with just over twenty giant eagles.

The Dawning Tribe domesticated more than 2,000 giant eagles, which can send a hundred legions to distant battlefields at a time.

It is precisely because of its large-scale projection capability that Dawning City can quickly conquer one tribe after another and rapidly expand into a behemoth.

Stand to reason.

This is a system made up by Cheng Han.

This is also one of the reasons why the nine red-robed high priests, as well as a large group of high-ranking military officers, regard the Great Elder as god-like figures.

Not much.

The transport formation, composed of more than two hundred giant eagles, flapped its powerful wings violently, and with a full ten legions, it quickly rose to an altitude of 3,000 meters.

"Woo~"

The air currents in the air were so strong that if the soldiers were not wearing wind masks, they would not even be able to open their eyes.

Since the soldiers were strung together in a long line and weighed very lightly, the ropes were inevitably blown and swayed, giving a rather thrilling feeling.

Although White Fang was already flying for the fourth time, his body was swaying back and forth with the wind at this time, and his heart was still beating wildly.

It's so scary!

White Fang fought back the fear in his heart and looked down at the vast expanse of the earth, trying to distract himself.

View from above.

It can be clearly seen that the huge Dawning City is presented as a standard octagonal shape, and the area within the city is planned as neat and tidy squares.

White Fang admired the magnificence of the land, gradually forgetting the fear in his heart.

His gaze shifted to the large plains surrounding the city, dotted with larger squares.

They are exactly – farms.

Among them are farms where food is grown.

The Dawning Tribe has a very efficient agricultural system, coupled with a large number of advanced agricultural tools, and only needs millions of farmers to feed tens of millions of tribal people.

Among them are also farms that produce tools.

That's right!

Dawning City has a very magical production method, which can use specially cultivated trees to absorb the rich metal elements in the soil.

The fruits of the trees will directly "grow" the metal parts that are needed, and they can be used to assemble various utensils with simple processing.

White Fang's heart was surging when he saw it, and he couldn't help but praise: "This is a great city and a great tribe. ”

He thought for a moment and added in his heart, "We also have a greatest Great Elder!" ”

Half an hour later.

At a speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour, the giant eagle flew nearly 300 kilometers away.

From this vantage point, the huge Dawning City became the size of a palm, and many details of the city were simply not visible.

White Fang reluctantly withdrew his gaze and looked northeast.

As far as the eye can see.

The ground is covered with large expanses of green, and it is a huge forest with several winding rivers flowing through it.

Because of the abundance of blade trees in the forest, the tribe called it the Blade Forest, which covers an area of more than 200,000 square kilometers.

White Fang knew that there were hundreds of tribes, large and small, living in the forest.

Since the power of the Dawning tribe expanded, these tribes have all disappeared, and the Qingyang people in the tribe have naturally become the people of Dawning City.

White Fang lowered his head slightly, glanced at his own team, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

This team is from a small tribe in the Blade Forest, and he has listened to the team talk about the dangers of the Blade Forest during training.

However, he believes that in the face of the extremely powerful Dawn Tribe, the dangers in the forest are not worth mentioning.

That's when it happened.

White Fang suddenly sensed that a terrifying aura descended from the high heavenly dome.

His heart was so startled that it almost stopped beating, and he had a faint feeling that he seemed to be being targeted by the legendary Grim Reaper, who harvested life and souls.

A moment later.

With the will bestowed by the archer's talent, White Fang broke free from the shock of the terrifying aura and subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky.

He saw an astonishing sight.

I saw an incomparably huge arm, covered with countless golden patterns, which appeared in the sky at some point.

Just by visual inspection, the length of the arm is not less than a kilometer.

A flash of light flashed in the right hand of this arm, and a huge golden spear appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the length of the spear body was definitely not less than ten kilometers.

The next moment.

The arm moved.

The golden spear ignited a fierce golden glow and descended sharply from the sky.

This happened very quickly, and although the verbal description seems to be slow, it actually took less than 0.1 seconds.

This moment.

Just when White Fang saw the golden spear.

An illusory thunder suddenly exploded in his head.

"Boom!"

White Fang's eyes darkened, and he couldn't see anything anymore.

He also felt that there seemed to be 10,000 knives slashing frantically in his mind, and his soul had unimaginable pain, and his eyes, nose and other seven orifices instantly oozed red blood.

However.

Perhaps because of the strength of the soul of the marksman's talent, White Fang did not pass out.

What little thought he had left, he thought of one word - gods!

White Fang is sure that it is definitely a legendary god!

He also had an unprecedentedly strong instinct that the golden spear that the god had thrown from the sky was aimed at the Totem Pole herd of the Dawning Tribe.

It can well be imagined.

Once the golden spear hits the target, I'm afraid that not only the nine totem poles will be completely destroyed, but half of Dawn City may cease to exist, and I don't know how many people will die.

White Fang's heart was like a river overturning, and his heart was filled with fear, despair, indignation and other emotions.

Ultimately.

All his emotions turned into a curse full of hatred: "I curse the gods!" ”

Such a great tribe, why did the gods destroy it?

I have finally lived a happy life, why would the gods destroy my happiness?

Damn the gods!

In the past.

White Fang never dared to have thoughts of disrespect to the gods.

But now.

He roared in the depths of his mind.

*

Dawning City.

Among the towers.

The Dawn Resolution is still not over.

Just three seconds before the golden arm appeared, the nine red-robed high priests invariably had the sense that "a deadly crisis is coming".

The laws of this realm are quite special.

The essence of the totem pole is actually the embodiment of a part of the power of the world, so the totem pole naturally has a keen sense of crisis.

The red-robed high priest is the patron of the totem pole, and they can naturally get the warning given by the totem pole.

Under the sixth crown, Blue Leaf, shouted nervously, "A god has descended soon, and he wants to destroy the entire Dawning City. ”

In fact, she had already predicted that the Dawning Tribe was too big and had become a thorn in the side of many gods.

Now that Dawn has suddenly mobilized millions of troops to annex more tribes, a god has finally lost his patience.

Under the first crown, Jia Luo decisively raised the scepter, and her extremely beautiful face was filled with anger: "The Dawn tribe has never been afraid of gods! ”

Her beautiful eyes flashed fiercely, and she roared, "Activate the 'Falling God's Light'!" ”

Several red-robed high priests responded in unison: "Yes! ”

They had already heard from the mouth of the First Crown that the Light of the Fallen God was the hole card that His Excellency the Great Elder had personally arranged to deal with the gods.

That's right.

Two more words should be added – one.

(End of chapter)