Whatever could help them with blood sacrifices, they wanted it.

In this case, there will be more and more peers.

And there are many peers, and a radish can't occupy a pit, and as soon as they leave, is there still their place?

After seven or eight days of discussion, many ancient evil gods finally came up with a solution to the best of both worlds with the help of their own wisdom.

Overseas immigrants still want it, after all, this is their way out.

With their strength, it doesn't take much effort to send some humans to overseas islands and continents to breed and reproduce.

So they all decided to put half of their strength into this.

And in the West, they are not ready to give up.

The western part of the country is dominated by mountains, and there are many mountain ranges, and it is directly connected to the large Kalbes mountain range on the ridge of the continent.

There are many small basins isolated from the world, and it is not impossible for humans to survive underground.

They're going to target these two.

Find some small basins that are not easy to find, and then immigrate some westerners to provide them with faith.

Then plant some plants underground, and let some humans go to survive underground.

In short, it is necessary to use various methods to ensure that their source of faith in the western realm must not be driven out.

After the discussion, more than one hundred and fifty ancient evil gods disappeared in place at the same time.

As an evil god, their essence is always hidden in the deepest depths, and they come out to work with some clones.

This is also the reason why they are so difficult to kill.

There are too many doppelgangers, and as long as there is an intelligent life that remembers them, even if they are *lost, in a few years, they will be able to return from history.

Even sometimes symbols of their identity still exist, and they can return from history.

One by one, they are exceptionally difficult to kill and eradicate.

Cleaning the world is not that the gods in the present world are too ruthless, but that if the world is not cleansed, it is impossible for the ancient evil gods to be cleared.

In the face of this group of beings who want to snatch power from them and want their lives to be beaten back to history, even as gods, they have to be careful.

There are many gods and spirits in history who have been overturned by ancient evil gods.

……

"Kill!"

"If you kill one, you can become a real soldier, with five acres of fiefdom, an annual output of more than a ton of grain, no worries about food or drink, and two slaves."

"If you kill ten, you can become a ten-master, give extraordinary resources and extraordinary exercises, become an extraordinary one, increase your food treatment by five times, and divide three slaves."

"Brothers, in order to become a transcendent, kill me."

A human warrior in shabby leather armor, with a broken knife in his hand, and a rabble of more than 500 people armed with wooden sticks, pickaxes, bamboo guns, and other miscellaneous weapons.

Mighty towards the small village in the distance.

More than 500 cannon fodder humans, whose morale was stimulated by the bright prospect, stared at them one by one with red eyes, and desperately moved forward to kill.

As long as they can take out an enemy, they can get rid of the slave status of the era and become real human masters, slave masters.

Achieving a status that their fathers, mothers, grandparents, and even older generations have not achieved.

If you don't work hard at this time, when will it be?

Therefore, their hearts are full of fighting spirit, and their morale has been raised to the peak.

Inside the small village, someone discovered the existence of this group of people who wanted to rob them early.

In order to guard his property, not to be outdone, he pulled out more than 800 young and middle-aged men and women, holding various weapons similar to the other party, and rushed out of the village in a mighty manner.

Two rabbles crackled at the entrance of the village.

The scene was chaotic for a while, you cut me, I cut you, there was no formation at all.

From a distance, two groups of villagers were fighting because of something, half a catty against eight taels.

The warrior with the broken knife looked forward viciously.

The knife flashed.

A villager with a wooden stick was instantly cut into two pieces, and after the broken knife cut the wooden stick, it slashed straight at the opponent's neck.

Blood splattered, spurting blood, staining the tattered armor of the Broken Blade Warrior.

The Broken Blade Warrior's face was full of excitement, he had killed an enemy, and according to the rules of the Dragon Alliance, he was a soldier from now on, not a slave.

"Kill!"

"I'm a real person!"

"No longer a slave, and my sons and daughters are no longer slaves."

"Dad, Mom, did you see that?"

The Broken Knife Warrior laughed wildly, and with the Broken Knife in his hand, he frantically slaughtered on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, more than 500 human beings, who were once slaves, rushed forward desperately without fear of death.

They killed incomparably for themselves, and even more for their descendants, vowing to gain military merit and get rid of their slave status.

And the fierce morale of the villagers of more than 800 people who had to protect their property in the early stage disappeared.

In the face of this group of desperate guys, morale exploded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few minutes, he was completely defeated by the other party, turned into a flock of lambs and was chased and killed by the other party.

Three hours later, the last fleeing enemy was slashed.

Only about 450 warriors remained in the village, all of them covered in blood.

It is clear that one by one they have completed their transformation from lamb to wolf, and have become true warriors.

The Broken Knife Warriors organized their men and quickly cleared the village they had occupied.

The captives of ignorant men and women and some adults who had discarded their weapons and could not be considered military merits were incorporated into the army, and some of the slaves who were originally in the village were incorporated into the army for the first time.

After some reorganization, the soldiers under the Broken Sword Warriors rose instead of falling, reaching more than 1,000 numbers.

The Broken Knife Warrior smiled wickedly as he watched his army soar to a thousand.

The broken knife pointed straight in the direction of the next village and said, "Kill!" ”

Uyangyang's army advanced again.

The Broken Blade Warrior was originally just a slave, and was born of a slave.

He didn't know who his father was, only who his mother was.

Growing up, he ate some disgusting food, was oppressed, and was driven by the lord as a serf.

Originally, he thought that his life was over.

However, just a month ago, he was captured by a harpy and brought to the Dragon Alliance, and after a series of training and understanding, he and a hundred other slaves were sent back.

Their task is simple, to reap military merits and reap more military merits.

On the continent where Ace lived, serfs and slaves were a very common phenomenon.

Almost every lord is a real slave family, and any one of them has hundreds of thousands of slaves.

Most of these slaves were used as serfs, cultivating the fields for the lord and existing as property.