In the eastern part of the Black Dragon Country, in the vast and boundless Quadrangular Terrace Hills, the grasslands are encompassing.

The centaur 100,000 captain, looking at the dense and endless steppe elves outside his permanent fiefdom, his head was extremely headache.

He leisurely said to the Centaur Legendary Sage beside him, "Son, have you thought of a way to overthrow those elves?" ”

"Since we were divided into this grassland, all our temporary fiefs have been robbed by that group of hateful grassland elves, and now our family can only survive on permanent fiefs dozens of times less than the temporary fiefs."

"It's super sad."

"Every year you have a large number of your brothers and sisters, as well as your own descendants, who are going to die against the elves without food."

With that, he gritted his teeth fiercely.

As a commander of 100,000 people, he ruled over more than 300,000 acres of land, and more than a million people lived on his fiefdoms.

Moreover, he also had the authority to rule over ten of his eldest sons, and whenever a war broke out from outside, he could call them up to wage war from outside.

Of course, in normal times, although they are connected, they cannot support each other.

On the way between him and their fiefdoms, the temporary fiefs of various races and permanent fiefs were intricately arranged, and if they wanted to converge together, they would have to cut down the permanent fiefs and temporary fiefs ruled by dozens of officers above the commander of ten thousand commanders.

And that's just that, the eldest son of the 10,000 men farthest away from his fief was lined up with 233 temporary fiefs and permanent fiefs ruled by officers of more than 10,000 commanders in a straight line.

Looking at the enemies along the way, whether it was him or other miscellaneous races of officers with 100,000 commanders and more than 100,000 commanders, they basically cut off the possibility of supporting each other in the internal temporary fiefdom war.

They can only rely on their wisdom and strength to fight their way out of the thousands of enemies, so that they can get the benefits they want.

If it fails, all the temporary fiefs will be snatched away by other races or other officers of the same race or above the rank of captain, and they can only roll back to their permanent fiefdoms in disgrace, enduring their own interests to be reduced several times, or even dozens of times.

At this point, he was clearly a loser.

The temporary fief that belonged to him, which was twenty-five times more than his permanent fief, had been lost under his hard work and struggle.

The loss of more than ninety percent of his interests made him want to kill him all the time and regain the temporary fief he had lost.

The Centaur Legendary Sage looked at his father who gritted his teeth, pondered for a moment, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

He was just a centurion, and it was with the support of his father that he became the legendary sage, and the interests of both parties were the same, not to mention that he was emotionally loyal to his father.

He said solemnly: "Father, the situation is so bad, we want to fight our way out of adversity, snatch back our former temporary fiefdom, so that the clansmen who are on the verge of starvation can have a chance to live." ”

"There can only be one reform."

Reform is a big gamble of life and death for any force.

Ever since Ace, the lord of the world, coined the rule of absolute militarism, reform has been a word that has been rejected by the great rulers.

As for why this is so, it is because there is no shortage of people who want to reform in various forces and countries.

And the world of Jingya is so vast, and the people and countries who have reformed are naturally countless.

However, to the horror of countless rulers, more than 99 percent of the reforming countries and forces have basically perished.

Even if the reform is successful, it will perish for a variety of reasons.

Or because it shakes the foundation of the rules of absolute militarism, the genetic level of their entire ethnic group plummets, resulting in a decrease in strength and the extinction of the killed dead race.

Or on the way to reform, the conservatives and reformers are inseparable, and other forces take advantage of the situation, and they are also killed and exterminated.

Or that is, the various interest classes in the country accept the reform, but the shock brought by the reform is unavoidable in any case, the emergence of new things, after all, it takes a certain amount of time to adapt, and the beneficial effects brought about by the reform also need a certain amount of time to produce, taking advantage of this gap period, countless tigers, leopards and jackals will not miss it, and in most cases they will rush up and eat each other dry.

The high mortality rate brought about by the reform has made countless countries and forces stay away from it.

Therefore, if the vast majority of countries and forces want to reform, they will try their best to pick the fruit of others.

In the vast world of Geminia, there are very few successful reforms, and after the successful reforms, they will bring beneficial reforms to their own race and country, and even fewer are extremely rare.

But the world is too big to stand up, even if it is a million continents, only one country or force has brought benefits to the reform.

The number of successful reforms born every hundred years in the Gemini world, which is measured in hundreds of millions of continents, is quite large.

Successful reforms, which are called ripe fruits of civilization, are special rules that contribute to the operation of the rules of absolute militarism.

Hearing the reform, the centaur was subconsciously a little resistant.

After all, the tragic consequences of the reform of those forces in the past were too frightening for the centaurs, but then he thought again: "The situation seems to be different from before, as long as it failed in the past, then it can only be killed and exterminated." ”

"But now, the Black Dragon Kingdom where I am staying is in full swing, relying on the endless elite soldiers who are willing to accept surrender and the war of temporary fiefdoms, from south to north, from north to south, without tasting defeat."

"The countries and forces that surrender can be lined up from one end of the continent to the other."

"As long as the Black Dragon Kingdom is not destroyed, even if I fail a thousand times or ten thousand times in a temporary fief, my permanent fief will always be mine."

crackling in his heart, he found his worst situation, which is his current situation.

He instantly abandoned his fear of reform.

Eventually, he agreed to the advice of his son, the Centaur Legendary Sage, to make a major reform.

After receiving the support of his father, the Centaur Legendary Sage instantly exploded with one hundred and two percent of his potential.

Without a great wisdom, he does not want to show the knowledge he has created in the world.

Now, he has a stage of more than 300,000 acres of fiefdom, and of course he wants to burst out all his potential and fight hard.

He lifted his knife and began a vigorous journey of reform.

First, he visited his teacher, a powerful semi-sacred.

Then, through the relationship of his own teacher, he visited his teacher's teacher, that is, his ancestor, a god who had ascended to heaven and turned into an eternal immortal existence.

And with the help of his god-level ancestor, he easily obtained more than a thousand mature civilization fruits that had been successfully reformed and had been running in many countries and forces for thousands of years.

After getting everything he wanted.

He began to absorb the knowledge of the fruits of civilization, and tried to arrange the essence of these fruits of civilization so that they could adapt to his race.

Three years later.

Through many hardships, he centered on the principle of survival and created the fruits of a powerful civilization that could bring his race to the next level.

In the tall castle, the centaur 100,000 looked at the plan in his hand, his eyes full of confusion.

Why are there all these weird rules?

Why do you want to replace the docile cattle and sheep that were originally raised in the mountains and rivers with ferocious sheep and ferocious cattle in the mountains and mountains.

Also, how come the original wild rabbits have to be replaced by wind speed rabbits that are faster than their centaurs.

In addition to these, the plan also requires that when hunting outside prey, it must be hand-to-hand combat, and weapons and armor are not allowed.

You have to overturn your prey head-on and kill it in order to eat it.

It is not allowed to bully more and less, and it has to be a one-on-one battle.

By the way, the prey on the opposite side can be bullied with more and less.

Looking at these outrageous rules, the centaur 100,000 captains fell into confusion.

Ace, the Lord of the World, is on top, what is this written?

I looked left and right, looked up and down, how did I see the words "abuse of the tribe" in this plan over and over again?

Is it my delusion?

Putting the plan down, he looked at his son, the Centaur Legendary Sage, with expectant eyes.

He struggled a lot, bearing the extreme awkwardness of having his three views ruined, and said, "Son, you are really sure that the reform plan you have created will help our relatives become stronger. ”

"What do I think of this plan, why do I think something is wrong?"

"Are you sure he's really useful?"

It took two definite centaur 100,000 captains, and the mood at this time was quite uneasy.

If nothing else is said in this plan, let's just say that the ferocious cow is not a docile cow.

His combat power is extremely powerful, most of them are one meter eight tall, and a charge has a strength of nearly more than a ton.

One-on-one on the frontal battlefield, it can knock an ordinary centaur seven or eight meters away without panting.

Although the ferocious sheep is a little weaker, it is not much weaker, and ordinary clansmen and ferocious sheep fight one-on-one, and the victory or defeat is five or five.

Replace most of the prey in the clan with these two creatures, and you are not allowed to bring weapons, you are not allowed to fight in groups, and you have to fight one-on-one.

Are you sure this isn't torturing the people?

Facing his father's question, the Centaur Legendary Sage said with confidence: "Father, please rest assured, this is the most suitable reform plan for our centaurs created by combining more than a thousand civilization fruits. ”

"I assure you, according to my reform plan, within twenty years, we will have the strength to fight the elves."

In fact, there is no guarantee that he will be able to fight the elves within twenty years.

But how to say it, blow the cowhide out first.

We have to let the reform program run anyway.

As long as the reform plan he designed really improved the strength of his own family group, even if he still couldn't kill those steppe elves after twenty years, it wouldn't be a problem.

He believed that at that time, his father would never complain about him in the slightest, and would praise him vigorously.

After all, if you can't do the prairie elves, you can't do it, it's a big deal to carry a knife to an external war to cut permanent military merits, as long as the strength is improved, is it possible to be afraid that there will be no military merits?

Looking at his own son who was full of confidence and patted his chest to promise that he would be able to fight with the steppe elves within twenty years.

The centaur 100,000 captains have 10,000 unbelief in their hearts.

Where are the steppe elves easy to fight?

The grassland where they are staying now was originally the territory of the Steppe Elf Kingdom, and after the Steppe Elf Kingdom surrendered to their Black Dragon Kingdom, the territories were divided into each other, and their group of centaurs and other races, large and small, came here.

Because this grassland was originally the territory of the Steppe Elf Kingdom, even if most of the Steppe Elf Captains were divided into other places, there were still many Steppe Elf Captains left.

It has a staggering proportion of nearly one-tenth.

Relying on their familiarity with the terrain and their own strong combat effectiveness, this grassland, which originally belonged to the Steppe Elf Kingdom, had already been cut back by them for thirty percent of its temporary fiefdoms.

Let's take the steppe elf captain outside him as an example, the permanent fief he has at this time is only 30,000 acres, which is only one percent of his permanent fief, relying on his own strong combat effectiveness, and the other party has cut down nearly a hundred officers above the commander of ten thousand masters.

It has seized a large area of temporary fiefdom, and the temporary fief under its rule has exceeded 20 million acres.

Isn't that what scares them the most?

After all, elves, fertility is a hard injury.

In the past, the steppe elf kingdom was the king and hegemon in the north of the chaotic continent, relying on the powerful Gobi steppe desert farming ability, and the surrounding countries could not find the north.

If there is less pressure, the desire to reproduce will naturally be smaller.

But with the disintegration of the huge steppe elf kingdom, all the officers above the commander of the steppe elves took a look outside the territory, and there were aliens everywhere, and there were enemies everywhere who wanted to cut them down and grab their territory.

The pressure exploded in an instant.

In order to protect their territory in the frequent wars, all the steppe elf captains have taken out their ancestors' old skills, and the multiplication potion is poured hard, and the hexaguplets artifact is desperately used.

In recent years, the strength of the steppe elves has expanded madly upward under the pressure of breaking through the sky.

The number of steppe elves under him, who owned 20 million acres of temporary fiefdom, had skyrocketed to an astonishing fifteen million.

He also likes to dig tunnels, and all major races have a headache to death.

Twenty years will be able to fight with the other party, and he will not believe it if he is kicked in the head by a donkey.

But now, he can only give it a try.

If he didn't try, he would always be pressed by this group of steppe elves, drooling as he looked at the temporary fiefdom outside.

I tried, but there was a slight chance that it wasn't.

(End of chapter)