Time is like a river, time is like a shuttle, and time is like flowing water in a river.

The mortal era is nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the cold wind at night blows the earth.

Ace stood high at the top of his golden castle, looking at the moon slowly moving towards the west, a pair of scarlet dragon eyes shining in the night sky, full of expectations for a new era.

"From the moment the sun rises from the earth, the mortal era will end, and the age of the Sages will come."

"This is a new era, and it is also an era of innovation and openness."

"Gemini World is bound to take an important step towards the multiverse within this epoch."

"In the midst of endless wisdom, the multiverse is bound to be in sight."

He waited quietly for the sunrise, looking forward to the moment when the sun rose from the sky and shone on the earth.

The Age of the Evil Dragon, the Mortal Era, the Age of the Sage, the Age of the Gods, and the reincarnation of the four *** are the development plans formulated by him and Jingya.

And as time goes by, each epoch is divided by the original interests and becomes more meaningful.

The Dragon Age is responsible for breaking the monopoly of the class and returning the world to chaos.

The Mortal Age established preliminary rules, and innovative and creative thinking took root in this era, providing the world with primordial vitality.

The Age of the Sages shaped the rules and rules that the Sages thought were perfect, and all kinds of rules and rules fought against each other and merged with each other in the war.

The Age of the Gods is the perfect result of using the last three eras to take the world of Geminia one step further.

Under the cycle is the cycle of prosperity and decline, chaos and order.

From the perspective of the rules of the law, he watched the world of Jingya, which was now standing in the void and shining like the sun.

In the world, an infinite number of rules and rules have chosen their spokespeople, and they support the new rules or sub-rules created by their spokespeople.

In the sparkle of endless laws and rules, one by one the sages shine with their own brilliance, using their own rules or sub-rules to help their own races grow, and compete for hegemony in the world.

And whenever the laws and rules created by two sages collide, they either conflict, or oppose, or merge.

War is like a melting pot where all the laws and rules come together, and they merge into one in the conflict and opposition into a more perfect existence.

Everything looks so perfect.

And perfect things always attract the eyes of wisdom, and he is certainly no exception.

The breeze rises and falls, the grass swayes, and the moon slowly sets, about to disappear into the mountains.

At this moment, Ace looked at the east of the world, and a dazzling ray of sunlight slashed across the highest sky of the Jingya world like a shining sword.

The high sky sun shone on the clouds in the sky, forming one beautiful fiery cloud after another.

This was followed by a great sun slowly rising over the horizon.

Light, the world that has come completely.

And this means that the mortal era is over, and the age of the sage has come.

At this time, Ace could feel that in the original mortal era, any existence with wisdom could use the rules of absolute militarism law, which were completely blocked.

Any force that does not have a Sage, a Legendary Sage, or a Semi-Holy can no longer use the rules of absolute militarism.

Only those who possess the power of the Sage, the Legendary Sage, and the Semi-Holy can use the rules of absolute militarism.

And those forces that do not have saints, legendary saints, and semi-saints are directly blocked completely, and they want to use the rules of absolute militarism, but they can't remember how to use them at all.

In addition, the law of fate began to exert its strength, and he favored a group of intelligent beings with the highest genetic level in the Jingya world, guiding them towards the transcendent on the wisdom side.

Everything happened in an instant.

Looking at the sun that had completely risen in the sky, he couldn't help but smile and turned towards his vault.

……

Black Dragon Country, West.

The border between the mountains and the steppes.

The Alp Basin is a basin surrounded by mountains.

This basin used to be the territory of a centaur kingdom, and they developed steadily in this basin, living in harmony with the surrounding tribes, and the centaurs who were not interested in the mountains and rivers had a very good relationship with the various tribes in the mountains.

However, one day, a large portal suddenly opened, and a large number of fleeing steppe elves fled to this basin.

As a result, the war between the steppe elves and the centaur kingdom broke out, and neither side was willing to give up this grassland.

However, with the help of the defense system and farming function of the four-sided hill bag brought by the rules of the law of mountains and rivers, the steppe elves completely beat the centaur clan.

After a hundred years of conquest, the steppe elves have become the masters of this grassland.

However, because the vengeance of the annihilation greatly stimulated the legends of the Centaur Kingdom, before they were completely exterminated in the basin, the legends of the Centaur Kingdom dragged the legends of the steppe elves to the end.

The centaur clan disappeared, and the steppe elf clan also lost its ruler, and none of the third-order transcendents of the steppe elves under it obeyed anyone.

Slowly, the steppe elves split, and until now, even if many legends were born among them, there is still no trend of unification.

The mighty army of kobolds came to the border line of the steppe elves.

They looked at the dense quadrangular hill at the bottom of the mountain, and their heads all had a headache.

The defense system of the Quadrangular Hill Pack is difficult to beat, and if you look at how they used to defend against that bunch of elves, you will know how strong it is.

At that time, they were a group of skinned and pregnant women who had been squeezed dry, and their strength was not one in ten.

On the frontal battlefield, even if it is three or four times larger, it still can't kill that group of elves.

But they relied on the defense system of the small hill pack of the quadrangular platform to make that group of elves suffer heavy losses, paying two or three times the casualties, and had to retreat.

Kobold Milstein frowned and said to the kobold Pabukar, who had already reached the top of the third-order dark noble, "Stretching for a hundred thousand square kilometers of turtle shells, do you have any good solutions?" ”

"With the powerful defensive power brought by their defense system, if they really fight with a knife and a gun, within the Black Dragon Kingdom ruled by His Majesty, sixty or seventy million elite soldiers will not be enough to fill it."

"Our people are dead, and we may not be able to kill them all."

Prairie elves are different from normal elves in that they have extremely special habits, they are all elves who live underground and only come to the surface when they are occasionally farming.

A variety of tunnel shooting holes can be found in every corner of their territory, and there are endless tunnels and quadrangular hill packs.

The steppe elves were able to fight ten of them with the help of the defense system casually.

If the steppe elves weren't stupid, they would shoot an arrow and run down the tunnel to the next hole.

The casualty ratio can reach a staggering one to twenty.

He wasn't cowardly, but the casualties were really too great.

The kobold Pabukar glanced at the steppe elves in the quadrangular hill in the distance, who occasionally showed their heads to observe their group of enemies, and his face was quite ugly.

How easy it was for them to deal with the bunch of sneak elves with the help of the Quadrangular Hill Pack defense system in the past, how difficult it is now.

Hearing his boss ask him a question, he turned his head and said, "Otherwise, let's go and persuade him to surrender." ”

"After all these years of exploration, although this group of grassland elves occupies 100,000 square kilometers of grassland, their total population is only about 10 million."

"And 100,000 square kilometers of grassland, that's 100 million acres of land, which is enough to feed 400 million people under normal circumstances."

"In this way, as long as we can persuade the steppe elves, we will still make a lot of money."

If it had been before, he would never have had the idea of persuading him to surrender, after all, the great army of heaven and earth has the greatest merit.

He is disgusted that there are not enough military merits, where will he allow military merits to surrender?

But now it's different, as long as the land can be knocked down, even if there are not too many fiefdoms, he and his race can still survive on it.

It's just that you have to worry about the attacks of the other dark races of His Majesty the Black Dragon Sovereign.

Temporary fiefdoms appeared, and there was no need for them to kill them all.

Seeing that this bunch of steppe elves were so hard and so difficult to beat, he did not hesitate to say words of persuasion.

Hearing such an answer, the legendary kobold Milstein pondered.

This doesn't seem to be impossible, anyway, this bunch of grassland elves has a population of only 10 million, compared to the population that this 100,000 square kilometers of prairie can carry is just a drizzle.

If they could be persuaded to surrender, the temporary fiefdom occupied by their kobold clan and the other clans under His Majesty's command could be more than doubled in an instant.

In this way, it is not much better than gnawing on this pile of turtle shells.

As for the question of whether there is a war to fight, now that all ethnic groups are fighting every day to grab temporary fiefdoms, the genetic screening function of the absolute militaristic rule has long been operated to the extreme.

There are too many wars, and there are endless wars to be fought behind, and there is not much more grassland elf, and there is no less grassland elf.

Thinking of this, the kobold Milstein nodded and said to the kobold Pabukhar: "Pabukar, since you proposed this plan, then you should go to the grassland." ”

"I believe that you will be able to convince them to reduce the casualties of our kobolds."

The kobold who proposed the plan, Pabkar, was momentarily dumbfounded.

Wouldn't it cost him his life if he was asked to negotiate with the steppe elves?

Although they haven't started a war with the steppe elves here, the other dark races have already fought with the steppe elves, and the two sides have already had a bloody feud.

He ran over to talk now, and it would be nice if they didn't chop him into meat sauce.

He hurriedly shook his head and said, "Boss, I'm not going, you can't trick me like this." ”

"The other tribes have started a war with the steppe elves, and the killing is ruthless, I ran over to persuade them to surrender, isn't this a dog head for nothing?"

"Don't go, resolutely don't go."

He had now made up his mind that he would never go.

The legendary kobold Milstein glanced at the unusually resistant kobold Pabukar.

His face was not very good-looking, but he didn't say anything.

This guy is the husband of his seven daughters, and he is the son-in-law who is so close that he can't kiss anymore, if he doesn't go, will he really force him to go?

But if he doesn't go, who can he let go?

And what he said makes sense, the other dark races have already fought with the steppe elves, and they ran over for a while, as if there was really a possibility of sending a dog's head.

"So what do you say?"

He kicked his ball to the kobold Pabukkar.

The kobold Pabukar began to use his brain quickly at this moment, and the suggestion was made by him, and he was the one who didn't want to go, what if he didn't say one, two, three?

The old man will be mad.

After twenty seconds of thinking, the kobold Pabchar had a flash of inspiration and said, "Boss, you have a loud voice, or you will roar." ”

"Tell the elves on the other side that we want to persuade them."

"We kobolds don't say anything else, in terms of loyalty and commitment, it's definitely not bad."

"The steppe elves will definitely send someone to negotiate with us."

At this moment, the kobold Pabukar admired his cleverness and wit.

Look how clever he is, and he thought of a solution at once.

Hearing this good suggestion from the kobold Pabkar, the legendary kobold Milstein was particularly satisfied.

It's still this kid's brain, and good ideas are one after another.

However, it is precisely because his brain is very good that he would not marry all seven of his daughters to each other.

The idea was determined.

Without hesitation, the kobold Milstein roared at the steppe experience, telling them that the kobold clan would allow the steppe elves to surrender on behalf of His Majesty the Black Dragon Sovereign.

In the deafening roar, countless steppe elves hidden in the tunnels climbed to the ground, stood on the quadrangular platform, and looked curiously at the mountains in the distance.

And the news of persuasion to surrender, with the roar of the legendary kobold Milstein, spread ten, ten, hundred, thousand, thousand, and in less than a minute, it spread throughout the basin ruled by the steppe elves, the Alp Basin.

A few hours later, forty-eight legendaries of the steppe elves, from all sides of the Alp Basin, descended at a rapid speed to the territory where the legendary kobold Milstein was located.

The Black Dragon Realm ruled by Ace has gone through decades of development, and the number of legends has exceeded seventy early with the help of frequent temporary fiefdom wars and abundant blood sacrifice resources.

In terms of the number of legends, it far exceeds the steppe elves, and the number of warriors is also dozens of times that of the steppe elves.

With the help of the Dark Race's strong fertility, the steppe elves knew very well that they would definitely lose this war.

It's just a matter of time.

Now that they heard that they could surrender and join in, of course they would not hesitate.

In fact, they originally wanted to go to the powerful elven kingdom in the south to ask for help.

But as they learned Ace's appearance, they died directly.

With its pitch-black scales, crown-like skull, and scarlet eyes, it didn't look too much like the one they believed in, the beloved one under the crown of the god Adelia.

Hoping that one elven kingdom will attack each other, that's a joke.

It's good if people don't offer Ace.

On top of that, as far as they had learned, the one they worshipped by their god, Adelia, was the world master of the world in which they now lived.

The two sides have a fairly close tie.

Otherwise, where could their steppe elf clan be so prosperous in the Jingya world, and the rules of the mountains and rivers that were originally only used by dragons could be used by them from birth.

With the help of this farming rule, their steppe elves occupy three-fifths of the grassland, Gobi and desert in the Jingya world.

Other races, other races, may have forgotten each other because the Lord of the World has not appeared in the world for too long, and they don't even know what the Lord of the World looks like.

But they are different, take out the portraits left in the group and swing them, and then take a closer look at the little black dragon opposite.

The two sides cannot say that there is a difference, only that except for the size, it is basically the same.

Even the personalities are quite similar.

How can this be fought?

(End of chapter)