The northernmost part of the territory of the Dragon Alliance, a giant island of tens of millions of square kilometers belonging to the Tiger People.

Captain Tigerman stood on the beach, looking at a small island of only about 100,000 square kilometers less than five miles away from his territory.

A pair of tiger eyes, staring at the boss, saliva unconsciously flowed down.

As for why he was drooling over the island, it was, of course, because there was a bunch of military exploits dangling in front of him.

Just count, good guy, there are twenty or thirty million.

Having slaughtered them all in wartime, he can definitely become a captain of tens of millions.

It's really eye-catching.

"It would be nice if His Majesty the Emperor started a war, with my current strength, in a few months, I would be able to take my cubs and slaughter the twenty or thirty million military exploits on the other side."

"Another contribution to our Dragon Alliance."

"Before the war broke out, I could only watch, which really made the tiger feel uncomfortable."

The tiger man millionaire wiped away his saliva with a slap, and his tiger eyes were full of longing for war.

But His Majesty's order is there, and no one can start a war lightly, otherwise they will be slaughtered.

In the face of His Majesty's order of the Emperor, he, a tiger, can only become a sick cat.

Next to the tiger man million captain, a tiger man 100,000 captain, looking at his own boss who drooled and kept wiping off his saliva.

His eyes rolled and he whispered, "Boss, do we want to drive out the extra tiger cubs?"

"Over the years, our children and grandchildren and our military merit winners have been too capable, and they have long filled our plantations."

"There is a ** tiger cub in the birthplace this year, and there is no food to raise."

"Look at that look, eighty percent of them will starve to death."

"You are one of the best officers on this island, and the other high-ranking officers are also your relatives, do you want to consult with them, drive the tiger cubs to the other side, and ask the tiger cubs for a way out."

"With the combat effectiveness of our tiger people, I believe they must not be too bad over there."

The 100,000 Commander of the Tiger Man is very able to understand Ace's order not to start a battle lightly.

It is not allowed to start a war lightly, which means that these strong men cannot attack hostile territory for no reason.

As for slaves who have no military merits, it is very casual.

You can go wherever you want, no one cares, you have the ability to starve to death, and no one cares if you starve to death.

Just like before, what should I do if the tiger cubs in the clan can't be raised?

Throw it directly to the wild continent in the open sea, and let them develop on their own.

The Tiger Man Captain glanced at the Tiger Man Captain who was a little eager to try, and refused without hesitation: "Driving the tiger cubs over can indeed give them hope of survival."

"But you forgot where our military exploits came from?"

"Hack the enemy to death, and there will be military merit."

"The tiger cubs are stronger than one another, and when ordinary natives encounter it, they are basically slaughtered, and the strong people in that group of cowardly natives are afraid of the huge power of our Dragon Alliance, and the high-level powerhouses will not move."

"We send a whole bunch of tiger cubs to the enemy islands on the other side every year, and it won't be long before those islands become part of our Dragon Alliance."

"It's still the kind that doesn't have military merits."

"You say, if we kill all the enemies not far from us, will the number of military merits we be able to obtain be greatly reduced when the next war begins?"

The Tiger Man Millionaire is quite sane.

Not to mention the order issued by Ace, let's take the current Dragon Alliance as an example.

Military merit depends on robbery.

And why rob it? Of course, compared to the endless greedy dependents of the Dragon Alliance, there are really too few enemies, not enough to kill at all, and the military merits obtained are also limited.

So it's up to grab.

Now they threw the tiger cubs on the opposite island, which was indeed cool, and the tiger cubs could easily slaughter all the natives on the opposite side.

But when the next war begins, it means that they will lose their endless military exploits.

And those military exploits, that are countless fiefdoms.

Losing a lot of military merit in vain, the king of the race was able to make him into a tiger meat barbecue.

After all, today's era is not the previous era, in the past, the living space of all races had to be grabbed by themselves, and in today's Dragon Alliance, military merit is everything.

If there is military merit, there is room for survival.

Without military merit, even if you cut down a thousand continents, the living space on those thousand continents will still not be yours.

It's really a part-time job for others.

Nothing good, no tiger to do.

If there is still a downside, all the tigers will hide.

The enemy next to their territory is meat that can be eaten sooner or later, and there is no need to rush it and let yourself suffer heavy losses.

Giving up small profits and bad big profits, the wisdom tiger does not do it.

After listening to the words of his own boss, the tiger ears fell, scratched his head with the tiger's claws, and said with a headache: "Boss, what should those tiger cubs who can't support them survive?"

"Can't we feed them now?"

The 100,000-strong captain of the tiger man kicked the ball to his boss.

The tiger man was embarrassed, his brows furrowed, and he was also a little distressed.

There are so many fiefs in the house, and there are only so many tiger people who can be fed, so how to deal with the more tiger people who can't be fed?

How does he know what to do? He's not a legendary sage.

The two tigers stared wide-eyed, and they were a little at a loss for a while.

They sighed.

They went back to their respective homes.

In the large castle of the Great Wall, the tiger man millionaire has just sat on his lord's throne and is about to have dinner under the service of dozens of tiger women.

More than 600 tigermen hurriedly walked in from outside the lord's hall.

When they saw that their father was there, they hurriedly arranged in the lord's hall as they had discussed things before.

After the end of the war, the fifty-seventh son born to the millionaire of the Tiger Man was the first to stand up.

As for why he stood up, because the first fifty-six sons were all old and dead, and as the fifty-seventh son, he was already the oldest tiger man in this group of ordinary tiger cubs.

With an old face, he sat on the stool to the right of the Tiger Man Millionaire's dining table with a cane as usual.

Picking up a knife and a spoon, he said while eating: "Father, your fiefdom has given birth to about 10 million tiger cubs this year."

"Your great-grandchildren and great-grandchildren have told me that the territory they live in now can no longer support those newborn tiger cubs."

"What should we do?"

Fifty-seven was eating the rabbit meat that had been completely stewed, and at the same time drinking the porridge made by grinding nuts into flour.

His father still cared about him, and every time he ate, he would always ask the chef to cook what was best for him to eat, and put it on the table waiting for him.

Even if he doesn't come sometimes, he has everything he needs.

The stewed rabbit meat and the nuts boiled into porridge are not very fond of eating by the tiger man in his prime, and they are specially prepared for old things like him.

The Tigerman Captain put down his knife and spoon, looked at his son with an old face, and his heart was full of distress.

His son is the most talented offspring born to him and an extremely powerful Yifu Tiger Niang after the war.

And the other party will make him a father very happy, and the relationship between father and son is quite deep.

He said with a hint of relief: "Don't care about your useless children and grandchildren, take care of yourself."

"I'm so old, and I'm still worried about those young and strong tiger cubs."

"They're more tossed than you can do, so it's time for them to enjoy more."

The Tiger Man Captain was reluctant to get into the topic of what to do with the tens of millions of tiger cubs who were about to starve to death.

After all, what's the solution?

There are so many fiefs, there is only so much food from the fiefs, and there are only a few tiger people who can feed.

There's no good way to deal with it.

Looking at the father who is reluctant to put the topic on feeding tiger cubs.

Fifty-seven thought about it a little, and the little female tiger he was holding before he came would be called very cute by his father.

I apologized to my father in my heart.

Then he said: "Then can you let the tiger cubs build some big ships on their own, and let them go overseas to survive by themselves."

"If nothing else, give them a big ship, give them some, give them some weapons or something."

"You can make a good living by fishing."

The fifty-seven sons, who had lived for so long, knew very well that after His Majesty the Emperor issued an order, it was impossible for the current Dragon Alliance to start a war within eight hundred years.

And if war does not break out, there will be no good solution to the extra population.

So he made a very bad, but viable proposal.

The tiger man million captain looked at his son deeply, and just wanted to refuse, but his heart softened again, and he said with some struggle: "The ocean is the domain of His Majesty the Emperor, and all the food in it belongs to His Majesty, and no one can steal His Majesty's food without His Majesty's permission."

The fifty-seventh son smiled with a smile on his face, and said with a relaxed tone: "Since this is the case, can you propose my suggestion upwards."

"Let the cubs starve to death in the territory by killing each other, where can they compare to fighting to death in the wind and rain?"

"That's the best place for a warrior."

The fifty-seventh son completely exposed the purpose of his coming here.

Of course, he knew that all the seas in the realm of the Dragon Alliance now belonged to the three Majesies.

Without His Majesty's orders, it is not a big deal if you occasionally catch a few fish on the shore to eat.

But if you cast a big ship, stuff your own cubs on it, and let them go to the ocean to catch fish to survive, and it is often millions or even tens of millions of dollars, this is provoking Your Majesty.

No one has the guts.

Therefore, someone must make a proposal upwards and ask for His Majesty's consent.

If you don't really want to survive in Your Majesty's realm, at least you can let the cubs drive the big ship to the territory of the outer gods and ask for a way to live.

The Tigerman Captain was silent.

Is it a good thing to make a proposal to His Majesty?

That is certainly not a good thing, every proposal has advantages and disadvantages, and as a small millionaire, he is simply not qualified to propose such a big event.

If you really want to propose, you can only propose it to your superior, that is, the king of tigers.

And the king of the tiger people will definitely not have a good face for him in the face of his proposal.

That would make the King of the Tigermen think that his henchmen were forcing him to risk his life to do something he didn't want to do.

directly offended the other party to death.

offended the king of the tiger people, will he still have his share in the future war?

"My son, I think you know very well that once I propose this to the King of the Tiger Men, I will offend the other party."

"In the future, on the battlefield, any order from the other party may cause me heavy losses."

The tiger man said quietly.

Seeing that the tiger man million captain had already relented, the fifty-seventh son breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile on his face: "Then don't let you go."

"You just need to agree that we will spread this method across the vast territory of the tiger people, and there will naturally be tigers who will propose it."

"We are not the only ones who have too many tiger cubs."

Looking at the fifty-seven sons with a wise face, the tiger man was speechless.

He dared to guarantee that if his clever son could be born before the war ended, the other party would definitely be a great person.

It's a pity that no matter how great the other party is, no matter how great his wisdom is, he can only stare dryly in the face of the rules of the iron half of the Dragon Alliance.

Obediently let yourself die of old age, and there is nothing you can do.

Eventually, he agreed.

He will find a way to spread this method to the vast territory of the tigermen, so that this proposal can be proposed.

The moment he agreed, his favorite son, the fifty-seventh, lay down on the chair with a smile on his face and closed his eyes.

At this moment, he was relieved.

I hope that in his next life, he will be able to reincarnate in the Dragon Alliance, and it will be a few decades before the start of the war.

He didn't want to look at a bright future again, but because of his lack of life, he died of old age.

The temperature left his body, and he died.

The Tiger Man Millionaire burst into tears, taking this matter as his son's wish, and would do his best to complete it.

……

Five years later.

A tiger king looked at the information that countless officers above the rank of commander had proposed to him.

A tiger's head is bigger.

He said foully: "Cast a big ship and let the cubs go to live in the sea by themselves, so as to relieve the pressure of the population."

"How dare you make such an idiotic proposal?"

"Casting a big ship and letting the cubs go to the outer god territory to survive, this proposal is okay."

"But the ocean is so far away, and an ordinary big ship may not be able to pass through several continents for a hundred years."

"Eighty percent of them have to get some space teleportation or something, so that it can be promoted."

Looking at the information revealed in the countless proposals, the king of the tiger people was both annoyed and a little trembling.

Proposed to the three Majestics, but it is a very dangerous task.

Moreover, sending countless cubs to the territory of the outer gods to survive is a huge project.

Not to mention the simple big ships that can be forged with cheap wood, everyone knows that thing, but it is really impossible to let the legendary sage scholars make a set of equipment for automating the manufacture of wooden ships, there is always a way to get it.

But most importantly, how to throw them into the territory of the outer gods.

The distance in the ocean is so far, ordinary wooden ships, the cubs may not be able to go far when they die of old age, and they can't reach the territory of the outer gods at all.

It is only those ethnic groups in the border area that can send their own people out.

But what is the population of the various ethnic groups in the border area? If a tenth of the population does not reach it, there is simply no way to reach it on a large scale.

The king of the tigers, who couldn't think of any good way, called the other eighteen kings of the tigers.

Let's start talking together.

In the end, after some deduction and calculation.

They found that they didn't really need to care if their dependents could sail to the realm of the outer gods.

All they had to do was get on the boat and sail out without stopping.

Eating and drinking, all ethnic groups take care of it together, and the cubs are fishing and doing business at the same time, which is ten thousand times better than staying in the territory and starving to death.

The only thing that bothered them a little was that the ocean was the domain of the three Majestics, and they let the cubs fish, would the Majesties agree?

In the midst of the splendid palace, I watched a large number of Legendary Sages use magic screens to send proposals to deal with the excess population.

Ace smiled and said to several legendary sages standing in the main hall: "This is a good proposal, before the battle, use cannon fodder to teach those enemies a hard lesson."

"Let them be prepared, keep expanding their armaments, and the next war will be strong enough."

"Crushing the war will not serve the purpose of raising your genetic level."

In Ace's opinion, this proposal is quite good.

Over the years, along with the crazy growth of the population, the blood sacrifice energy has also grown wildly.

In this case.

The legendary powerhouses under his command began to grow explosively, and the moment the war ended, the average of each clan was only about a million or so legends.

However, after the end of the war, in the past 100 years, the legend of one million has become two million.

In other words, among the dependents of the Dragon Alliance that he rules now, there are more than two million legends of any race that can be pulled out.

More than 300 races add up, that's 600 million legends.

This is just a legend, as time passed, with him breaking through to a demigod.

Of the more than 6,000 race kings, about two or three thousand have broken through to demigods, and the rest are constantly marching towards demigods.

With almost unlimited resources, within eight hundred years, even if they rely on trial and error to upgrade, they can become demigods one by one.

Coupled with those legendary demigods who have broken through more than 10 million masters, they are a bit outrageously strong.

Wait for the next war to begin.

The enemy on the opposite side will face an endless number of demigods, plus powerful races that are moving to pull out millions of legends.

How do you fight this?

According to his rough calculations, by the moment the next war began, almost every race would be able to use demigods to make up a fifth-order transcendent legion.

The medium divine power came, and it was also beaten all over the head.

The clans under his command are too strong, and those outer gods, ten combined, may not have ten thousand legends.

How can this be fought?

Not to mention the genetic level of those dependents from other provinces, but they are far inferior to his dependents.

His dependents rushed up in waves, and the other party had to be killed.

Even if the other party fights hard, the main body personally kills from the void into the ontology world, facing all the races with a medium divine power level and an extraordinary true body.

There was no other choice but to be beaten away.

If it's really fatal, then it's really lifeless.

This proposal is just right, it can achieve the purpose of oppressing those outer gods, so that they can work harder to improve their strength.