"Woo! Woo! Woo! ”

"War, war, war, I'm going to be an officer, I'm going to be a nobleman, I'm going to be stronger!"

"War!"

As the sun slowly sank and was half-exposed to the horizon, the blood mist dissipated.

More than a hundred ogre officers who had raised their life levels to the first order, or even the second order, had their eyes completely filled with the word war.

Centurion ogre, at this time there is no anger in his eyes at all, his wife and children have contributed to his strength, which is a good thing.

Besides, he just bleed them, and didn't kill them.

Feeling that the inside of his body was stronger than before, several times more powerful, the centurion ogre laughed wildly.

"Hahaha!"

"That's power, that's power, I want more!"

The centurion's ogre's eyes were full of madness for war.

He wants to be stronger.

As a centurion, he could only stand on the periphery, and the area with the thickest blood mist near the vat was firmly occupied by those centurions.

With less than ten people, they had all become second-order ogre heroes at this time.

At least seventy percent of the blood mist was absorbed by those thousand-necks, and their hundred ogre centurions had only absorbed less than thirty percent of the blood mist.

The strong sense of contrast between the centurion and the thousand-sized officer made him feel unusually crazy.

Their one hundred ogre centurions only absorbed less than thirty percent of the blood mist, while the other party only had ten ogres, but they directly wrapped seventy percent of the blood mist.

The gap is so big that any centurion will have an unparalleled desire to become one of those centurions when they see this scene.

The word war rose to the sky.

Nearly 10,000 ogres, on the wooden platform, saw a group of people who had raised their life levels to first-order ogre warriors and second-order ogre heroes.

Completely insane.

They howled madly in the swamp, and together they roared out the most sincere desire of their hearts, war.

"War, war, I want power, I want wealth, I want slaves."

"War, I'm no worse than him, he can cut off the enemy's head, I can cut it off."

A monstrous howl resounded through the sky.

Nearly 10,000 ogres are in a frenzied commotion like madmen.

In addition to those ogre slaves, the most crazy and excited ones, the ogre ten-commander and ordinary soldiers who did not go up to absorb the blood mist also fell into the ultimate madness.

Although they don't have to worry about eating or drinking now, there is still too much gap compared to the guy above who can frantically raise his life level without doing anything.

They also want to gain that unparalleled power.

On top of the tree more than 30 meters, there are more than 1,000 panda people with salted fish, and panda faces look at the ogres who are in a state of madness and want to go to war.

They were all so frightened that they hugged the trunk of the big tree.

The group of guys below has been stimulated crazy by the sheer power and the infinite benefits.

Are they in the wrong place?

Time passes, in the swamp.

Blood sacrifices were held one after another to the dark gods.

The red mist of blood shrouded almost the entire nut tree plantation.

The madness of war pervades every corner of the swamp plantation.

On the throne made of marble, Ace looked at the family members who were crazy to the extreme, screaming the word war and wanting to start the war.

The heart and liver are trembling involuntarily.

He released the demon called War, but he could only barely pull the reins around the neck of this car called War Demon, and for the sake of war, those guys outside were almost all crazy.

In the face of war maniacs, the deterrent effect of traditional fear is sometimes drastically reduced.

After all, there are things that transcend life and death.

"Except for the panda people, now they are all staring at them with red eyes, murderous."

"I'd better sleep to avoid the limelight!"

Ace shrunk his neck and turned to run towards his nest.

However, in just a day or two, the group of dependents below him had already proposed to him more than ten times called war.

If they had threatened him with force to start a war.

He wouldn't be so distressed at all, and he wanted to dodge by sleeping, and just kill the guy who wanted to threaten with force with his two claws.

But this group of guys is better than the other, and every time they make suggestions, they come to him with a full amount of gold coins.

How embarrassing is that.

It is certainly not too much for his subordinates to give property to him, the boss, and a small suggestion by the way, let alone kill them because of that little thing.

Ace, who received the gold coins, said, "Forgive me for the psychological damage you have caused."

And then war is impossible war, get out of the way for me.

After being driven away, they were not angry, and after a while, after contacting the legendary ancestors above them, a large number of treasures were sent over.

Then I went back and then came back to suggest.

Once or twice is not much, four times or six times is not a lot, and ten times nine times is no problem.

But they gave more than one time at a time, and Ace, who took too many gold coins, said that he was a little excited.

People have given gifts respectfully a dozen times, and each time more than one time, and these gold coins are all from those dark legends.

There is nothing wrong with refusing a dozen or twenty wars.

But once you reject it dozens or even hundreds of times, the nature changes a bit, because it's so shameless.

When corrupt officials receive money, they will obediently do things well.

Although he is a black dragon, as one of the evil dragons, there is no problem with taking the money and not doing anything.

But if he doesn't do anything after taking the money dozens of times, it's a bit too much, and he also wants to be a little cheeky.

You can't just take their money and do nothing.

Of course, if it was just this group of third-order dark nobles, Ace would be able to just collect money and do nothing.

After all, in the eyes of the evil dragon, the treasure of his dependents is his treasure, and it is not natural to put the treasures of his dependents in his pocket.

But all this money was obtained from those dark legends, he can't be too shameless, and the other party's fist is bigger than him.

So he had to go back to his lair and sleep.

Early the next morning.

Ninety-eight third-order dark nobles came to the wooden palace with bags of treasure on their backs.

They swore to fight to the death for their majesty and chop all their enemies to pieces.

As for who the enemy is, they don't know, anyway, if there is an enemy for them to cut.

Of the ninety-eight Dark Nobles, seven of them were a little more laid-back than the other ninety-one Dark Nobles.