Eliza and Elena, sitting high on their thrones, said to the Half-Sacred beside them, "How's the matter?" Have those guys stopped importing weapons into their own race without restrictions? ”

The Elven Half-Body Sage bowed slightly and said, "The Divine Kingdom of the 120,000 Outer Gods has completely left the fetal membrane of the world and gone to the whirlpool of the world, and the input of weapons has stopped.

"The gods, saints, ancient evil gods, and other powerful beings have also withdrawn their tentacles after the return of the will of the world."

"Now they have restored the status quo when His Majesty the Emperor was not in retreat."

The face of the elven half-holy was full of lightness.

God knows, after the will of the world and their Emperor His Majesty were both in retreat, how many guys in the entire Jingya world and around the Jingya world were unruly.

The greedy existence that viciously wants to move all the cakes back to his own home cannot be suppressed until he has absolute power.

The development of things has become a mess, and the rules of the entire Jingya world are in this torrent, which is simply using a piece of paper to block a reservoir that is about to fill with water.

The situation is extremely dangerous.

Fortunately, the will of the world has returned again, and under the absolute power, all existences have returned to their rightful positions, and they can only take their due income.

Elena Eliza breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that the rules of the world had returned to normal.

As a powerhouse who now controls the world's top three artifacts.

After the will of the world and Ace don't do anything, the two of them are tall and need to carry everything.

But they found that what they had said didn't work at all.

All the saints, all the saints, all the world wills, in the face of huge interests, completely ignored the two of them.

Although they were respectful on the surface, the two of them agreed to what they said.

But a promise is a promise, what to do or how to do it?

If the two of them have strength, they can't do it!

In the final analysis, it is their lack of confidence due to the low contribution to the world of Gemini now.

The contribution is not proportional to the income, it is equivalent to the 3,000 yuan of work you obviously do, and the contribution is low, but the national boss wants to give you hundreds of billions of income every year.

It is the existence of a country within which there must be opinions.

Therefore, in the face of the chaotic lines of interests, they simply cannot suppress it.

Even sometimes the confidence is not very strong.

Especially when there is a large group of Jingya World veterans opposite them, the confidence is even thinner.

Seeing that the battlefield has returned to the right track, Eliza and Elena, who are relieved, return to their lair and fall into another round of slumber.

……

On the main continent ruled by the Lord of Darkness, tens of millions of panda people, dressed in iron armor and armed with swords, marched in a neat line on the grassland.

Opposite them, hundreds of millions of human ironclad soldiers, armed with heavy weapons such as axes, maces, swords, and so on, continued to advance without the slightest hesitation.

Two jet-black torrents of steel submerged the originally turquoise earth, and the pitch-black metallic color became the most shining color in the world.

Pandaman Targaria walked in the first row with a horse chopping knife in hand, looking at the endless human ironclad soldiers opposite him.

Under the armor of the iron armor, a pair of panda eyes were full of solemnity, a pair of panda claws clenched his horse chopping knife, adjusted his breathing, and tried to make himself burst out of his most powerful power at the moment of battle.

He roared in his heart full of warlike intent: "It's just a group of humans, what's there to be nervous about?" Killing me was just a gift to me. ”

"Kill one human soldier and you become a real soldier, kill ten soldiers and you become a ten-captain, a hundred is a centurion, and ten thousand are a ten-thousand."

"The more human soldiers you kill, the more you can get everything you want."

Think back to the camp, those who have achieved military merit and suddenly become soldiers, the companions of the centurion and centurion.

One of his eyes turned red with irritation.

A soldier can fief one acre, reward ten slave soldiers, and give ten parts of blood sacrifice energy, and transcendent exercises are also at his disposal.

What a reward.

Although compared to the last war, for every soldier killed, a hundred blood sacrifice energy was rewarded, in this war, the amount of blood sacrifice energy rewarded by a military merit was mostly less.

But at the same time, with the help of the genetic level of 400,000 choices brought about by the last war, the difficulty of becoming warriors for these ordinary dependents has been reduced countless times.

In addition, after the genetic level skyrocketed, the blood sacrifice energy they obtained, because of the skyrocketing in quality, the energy within it far exceeded the previous ten.

According to the energy assembly, ten parts are actually more than 100 parts before.

It's just that one is of low quality and high quantity, while the other is high quality and low quantity.

They have nothing to lose.

The pandaman Targaria strode forward, his iron boots constantly trampling the ground under his feet, and the blades of his saber shimmered in the sunlight.

"Kill!"

The two torrents of steel collided with a bang, and countless heavy weapons were raised fiercely, and then viciously slammed down and cut down.

The panda man Targaria tried his best to chop off his 300-pound horse chopping knife.

On the opposite side, an ironclad human soldier, armed with his great sword, slashed towards Targaria with all his might.

The swords intersected, and the ironclad human soldier only felt an unstoppable force coming from the front, and the whole person was directly cut back and retreated.

Fortunately, there were a large number of companions behind him to block him and prevent him from falling, otherwise he would have been cut down and died in the dense iron boots.

Seeing that the enemy in front of him was cut down by himself, Tangaria would not let go of this good opportunity, strode forward, and the slashing knife was another ruthless sword.

But at this time, one of the two companions around the ironclad human soldier raised his big shield and defended desperately.

And the other, armed with a steel spear, desperately thrusts.

And the ironclad human soldier also desperately endured the pain of his hands, and cut it again desperately.

With the cooperation of the three, he was stunned to have a relationship with the panda man Targarria.

In addition, both sides are wearing iron armor, which is still very good iron armor, and the weapon is difficult to cut, and can only use the concussive force generated when cutting the armor to produce damage.

It's even harder to die.

Targaria frantically kept brandishing his horse chopping knife, completely ignoring his own defenses, and the power of thousands of catties kept pumping forward frantically.

The sound of steel clashing with steel kept ringing.

The three human soldiers, trying their best to cooperate, one in close combat, one in defense, one in distant combat with steel spears, plus the panda people on the opposite side, could not cut through their armor with their own swords.

Although they were extremely uncomfortable, and from time to time they were shocked and bleeding by the force of concussion, but they were able to persevere.

After a few minutes, the three ironclad human soldiers couldn't hold on, they had already been knocked into the air I don't know how many times they hit the human soldiers behind them, and they vomited several liters of blood.

If you continue to fight, you will really be killed.

At this moment, the human officers in the rear began to change the soldiers on the front line, and the soldiers in the front row retreated and went to the camp in the rear to recuperate.

The soldiers in the back row advance and fight in place of the opposing team.

Pandaman Tagria. Looking at the three half-dead human soldiers that he had finally fought with great difficulty, he limped backwards among the endless human ironclad soldiers.

Then he looked at the three human soldiers in front of him in their heyday.

The whole panda was completely mad.

scolded angrily: "A group of cowards, you have the ability to hack each other to death with me, don't run away." ”

"You bastards, my military exploits!"

The panda man's panda eyes in Tagoria turned completely red, and he didn't care about what he had or didn't have anymore.

He just threw away his saber, he felt that this thing was very difficult to use, he needed a heavy weapon, a very heavy weapon.

Suddenly, a panda man brother next to him caught in his eyes.

He has lost his mind, where does he care so much, and directly slaps his brother unconscious.

Then he grabbed the opponent's legs with both hands and viciously wheeled the opponent forward.

A panda weighing 1,500 pounds was directly wheeled up, and the lethality can be imagined.

Four or five human soldiers were directly sent to the sky, and halfway through the flight, they were shocked to death by the huge force of shock.

The frenzied Targaria, taking turns his panda man brothers, slaughtered all sides on the front line, flying eighteen human soldiers in a row.

Twelve human soldiers were directly shocked to death by the force of the concussion.

Then, he ran out of energy.

The Panda Man Brothers are indeed easy to use, but they are too heavy and too laborious.

Also, the iron armor is too slippery to be easy to handle at all.

After grabbing twelve military exploits, Targaria carried the panda man brother who had fainted and hurriedly switched places with the brother behind him.

Then he kept changing positions and went to the rear.

At the rear of the battlefield, Targaria finally crawled out of the battlefield with the pandaren brothers on his back.

Looking at the hundreds of Pandas in front of him, who was already completely powerless, he said weakly: "I have cut eighteen military exploits, take me to see the priest." ”

"I'm going to claim my reward."

The hundreds of Overseer Pandas in the back looked at each other a few times.

A few officers walked out of it, two of them lifted up the panda-man brother who had fainted, and the other two carried the panda-man of Targaria by the arm, and lifted his foot to send him to the camp.

Running away or not running away or something, there are crystal ball sacrifices and scholars to judge, they have a method, to judge whether they are running out of strength or running away.

Moreover, after fighting for so long, they panda people, but no panda has ever escaped, most of them have been cut to the point of losing strength, and then switched to the rear.

There's no way, the equipment of the humans on the other side is so good that they can't be cut with a horse chopping knife, and they are like turtles.

It's hard work to kill an old one.

in tents.

The panda man priest with a crystal ball in his hand looked at the two unconscious pandas in front of him and a smiling panda.

His face was a little dark, and he said to Tagria, "How can you use your own people as weapons?" ”

"Don't do that next time!"

"If you really don't think the weapon is heavy enough, you can directly cut down a big tree and use the big tree as a weapon on the battlefield, which is not slippery and heavy enough, which is much better than using a panda as a weapon."

"As for your military exploits, there are twelve, the eighteen people you smashed into the air? There are six more alive. ”

"So there are only twelve."

"Moreover, you have obtained twelve military merits, and this panda clan who is a weapon also has a little bit of a profit, so let's give him one."

"After all, you have made everyone look like this, and you can get so many military merits, he has a great credit for this weapon."

"Without him, you may not be able to achieve a single military feat."

As he spoke, the panda people kept pulling a cross-shaped soldering iron in the charcoal brazier while sacrificing it.

In the Dragon Alliance, the way to distinguish an officer is simple, just look at what is printed on his head.

If the word soldier is branded on the head, then it is a soldier, and if it is a cross, then it is the commander of the ten.

In the same way, the centurion, the thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand

It hurts a bit, but it's very efficient.

As for the question of whether anyone will take the claim, this is even simpler, and it is very easy for the transcendent to tell whether someone else is lying or not.

There was a period of time before an ordinary soldier became a transcendent.

At that time, the ten-commander, the centurion, the thousand-commander, would talk to him.

And in the process, there are a large number of transcendent relatives who want to come to recognize their relatives, including scholars and university scholars.

In this case, if you want to take it off the line, it's simply looking for death.

Not to mention, there are still a lot of gods in the sky watching, they all attach great importance to military merits, and while they are looking at their own plates, they are also desperately looking at other people's plates.

I am afraid that the other party will use some improper means to pull away his own interests.

The will of the world, the saints, and even the ancient evil gods were not idle.

Even if he escapes the scrutiny of all the transcendents within the Dragon Alliance, the gods will teach him to be human.

Even if the goddess of fate personally covered it up for him and deceived the gods, there is still the will of the world.

In such a situation, it is impossible for someone to take the lead and imprint their own head.

Panda Man Targaria was a little disappointed when he heard that he could only obtain eleven military merits, after all, this was too far from eighteen military merits, and the various benefits he had obtained were also infinitely short.

But what the panda man priest said was reasonable, and while saying that, he also took out his crystal ball and replayed the picture of his battle, putting all the evidence in front of him.

He could only accept it obediently.

Then, the Pandaren priest took out the soldering iron of the cross brand from the brazier, aimed it at the forehead of the pandaren Tagria, and printed it with a little force.