"Then if you have no opinion, everyone hurry up and clean up the battlefield, and then send a bonus back to drink!"

The soldiers below applauded.

Of course, they didn't know that the Knights had run out of money, so the so-called bonus was just a blank promise.

However, bad cheques have the same morale-boosting effect as cheques before they are cashed.

The humans in the team didn't say anything, after all, they were slaves, and they were still very obedient, and they consciously filtered the task rewards, burying their heads in the corpses all over the ground and digging the loot.

The orc hoplites didn't say anything, after all, the orcs are a race with few brains, and they were easily deceived by Star Ripple, obediently following behind those crossbowmen, dismantling the damaged full-body armor.

As for the elite of the Knights of the Blue Moon, the half-dragons who were dressed in stubborn and stubborn clothes, dressed in god costumes, and full of protagonists, sat on the side one after another, took out snacks and drinks, and began to watch their colleagues work.

"You guys, don't be lazy!"

Star Ripple's slender fingers poked at the half-dragons who pretended not to see her, but all the half-dragons, including Moonset, ignored Star Ripple.

The hearts of the people are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

A half-black dragon elf muttered, "It's really stupid for us, it's good to leave the work to the servant army." ”

The corners of Xing Lian's mouth twitched twice, and the fingers of the group of half-dragons who were originally pointing at him locked onto him: "Private Filas, out of the ranks!"

The half-black dragon elf reluctantly took a step forward.

"You think you're good at fighting, so you don't have to work, do you?"

Xinglian's tone was very strict, there was no way. The contradictions within this army are still very deep. After all, this group of half-dragons was originally a small leader who followed the various dragon lords. After all, it is considered to be at the level of a hegemon, but now he has to work with a group of slave-born "lower races", even if he has to do the dirty work of cleaning the battlefield, he has to do the dirty work of himself like a noble half-dragon, which is absolutely not allowed by a proud half-dragon.

Naturally, there are class contradictions and racial antagonisms in the army, which can lead to internal struggles, and from a certain point of view, such struggles are useful for maintaining the blood character of the army. But the current situation is that the Knights of the Blue Moon are in their infancy, and they can't withstand internal toss at all.

The most important task at present is to unswervingly hold together, and for the time being, Cheng Dù is not extravagant enough to engage in a civil war.

"Do you think that the dragon vein is superior?"

"Uh, this ......"

Even if you don't need a thought probe, Xinglian knows what this half-dragon means—the dragon bloodline is more noble than you ordinary people!

"If you think that dragons are really higher than mortals, then you can try, can the noble half-dragon kill me, a low-level merman?"

"Commissar, I'm ......"

It is true that different races confer different abilities. However, these abilities are never comparable to the class level, after all, the class level is available to almost all races. And after reaching a high level, it can easily close the gap between the two races and even jump over that gap.

The dragon can easily possess the power of the eighth and ninth orders only by relying on its own bloodline, but humans, elves, and orcs can still kill the dragon after having the eighth and ninth order professional levels, and the bloodline gap is not as big as imagined.

Although it is indeed not small.

Star Ripple looked directly at the half-black dragon elf, and conveyed his meaning to the depths of his heart with a psychic link: "I allow you to have your pathetic superiority, but it was given to you by your parents, and it doesn't prove how powerful you are. ”

"The blood in your body doesn't help you win approval, because you don't get it yourself. ”

Without waiting for the half-dragon elf to refute, Star Ripple turned and walked back to Tsukizakura, projected the nearby terrain onto the grass, and began to discuss ways to deal with the group of papal troops on the side.

Yue Ying pulled the straw out of the paper cup, lifted the lid of the paper cup, and poured the pearls and coconut fruits inside one by one: "Will this discourage their enthusiasm? ”

Xing Lian waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry, if the old man of the Black Mountain family really spoils his grandson so much, how can he put it here for us, Scarlet Moon told me at the beginning, these half-dragons are high-level cannon fodder." ”

Yueying thought thoughtfully: "So you mean, let them understand that even if they are high-level cannon fodder, they are still cannon fodder, right?"

Xing Lian sighed and took the starfish biscuit handed over by Yue Ying: "It's just that I can't get used to racial discrimination, obviously I don't have much ability, and I have to discriminate against those who are more capable than money." ”

"They are indeed very strong in combat, tolerating the superiority of a group of elite soldiers will help maintain their sharpness, right?"

Xinglian looked directly into Yueying's eyes: "Then, I'd rather have a group of dogs, at least dogs won't discriminate against other dogs." ”

Tsukizakura couldn't understand it, because the place where she lived was the Moon Temple, a place where race wars were fought all day long, and the education she received was naturally an extreme education such as "all races are equal, but some races are more equal", and she still subconsciously felt that some races were more noble than others.

Xing Lian obviously guessed what Yue Ying meant, swallowed the biscuit that rattled in his mouth, and poured a sip of orange juice: "Actually, I am also a racist, and I also think that some races are higher than others, but this is because these races not only have the advantage of bloodline, but also know their weaknesses and have self-knowledge. But it's not good to think that the bloodline is earned through your own efforts, and what's the difference between this and those rich second-generation officials? ”

“...... You mean, you're a racist, and you admit that race is high and low, but just because you're a high race, it's a cowardly act to look down on those low races, right?"

"Yes. ”

"At the end of the day, I still have an opinion about my origins, Lian-chan. On the one hand, I want a pure bloodline, and on the other hand, I know that it is impossible, so I can't decide a qiē by shouting that bloodline. Star Ripple. You're poisoned too deeply. ”

"I know. So I can't stand them relying on themselves......"

Yue Ying pulled Xinglian into her arms: "Stupid Xinglian." You just don't have confidence in your own bloodline, and it's because you don't have self-confidence that you insist on such contradictory ideas. Don't worry, I'm not such an open-minded person, and I won't discriminate against mixed-race people, so I won't look down on Xinglian. ”

"This ...... Eldest sister, don't tell the truth, the image of the girl that you have created with great difficulty is finished!"

Tsukizakura wiped away the tears of the girl in her arms. The paw pressed on Xinglian's thick black hair: "Just look cute, I don't care what your background is." ”

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All around were the troops of the Holy See, and under the orders of the officers, they had launched several charges towards the positions of the Knights of the Moon, but they were all repulsed by the dense cluster of spells.

In fact, Wang Ming and his party didn't have many spells at all, and at most they could kill a small part, but none of the detachments wanted to be a small part of this one that was killed, so after a few tentative attacks, they stood at a safe distance and didn't move.

Four halflings lowered their camp beds. Placing the feather phoenix in front of Wang Ming, they untied the deadly brute force belt from their waists - without this magic item. They simply couldn't lift something so heavy.

Wang Ming peeled the pear, sat down at the head of Yuhuang's bed, and the peeled pear skin was connected into a strip and dragged to the ground.

"Xiaohuang, it's been a long time. You, well, you've gotten thinner. ”

Yu Huang's face gradually turned red because of fever or something: "Because, because you're not here, no one can cook!

"But the eldest sister said, you have organized a group of regular chefs, how can no one cook?"

Wang Ming cut off a snow-white pear slice, poked it at the tip of the knife and handed it to Yu Huang's mouth.

"Chef, the chef's cooking is not my taste, you are used to cooking food, you have always been cooking in the Dusk Mountains!"

These words were heard by the halfling man on the side, and the one who talked the most couldn't help but interject: "What is not used to eating, you eat the most at each meal!

The heat of Yu Huang's face increased by fifteen percent, and half of his face was buried in the quilt.

"Oh, I remember someone who kept having leftovers. ”

"Well, that's, that's what you made was too unpalatable!" Feather Phoenix turned her face to the side, hiding the embarrassment on her face.

Wang Ming handed the pear slices to Yu Huang's mouth from the other side: "In this way, then I have to practice my cooking skills well." Come, open your mouth!"

"No, it's hard to eat. ”

"Uh......"

Wang Ming had no choice, in line with the principle of not wasting food, he stuffed the pear slices into his mouth, and let the sweet and cold juice flow on his taste buds. 、

"That...... Mia, I've just licked that pear......" Feather muttered in a barely audible voice.

"You won't get a cold. ”

"No, this, indirect kissing ......"

Wang Ming couldn't hear the rest of the words.

"Huh, indirect kissing, you're still underage, what are you struggling with, indirect kissing!"

Yu Huang's little face was redder than a tomato: "Then, Mia, I want to eat another piece of ......"

Then she ate the whole pear.

"Isn't it impossible to eat?"

"Suddenly, I suddenly feel delicious......"

"Ahh ”

In the face of Wang Ming's teasing, Yu Huang suppressed the words in his heart: "Because this stupid pear has been eaten by a fool like you." ”

Mia can't hear this, otherwise everyone will laugh to death.

"Mia, I'm a little cold, can you help me warm the bed?"

Wait, how could I say such a shameful thing!

"Delightfully, Miss. ”

Immediately afterwards, a bumpy body burrowed into his bed.

Wait, how is it a "bumpy" body?

Feather Phoenix opened her eyes and saw the long purple hair of the moon cherry blossom.

"Ya Butterfly!"

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Staring――

Staring――

Wang Ming responded to those blood-colored eyes, only feeling weak all over.

True Red, his own demon and pet, the ancient red dragon that looks like a young girl.

Although human girls of this age are very active and active, their pets are not humans, as a purebred dragon. Her biggest hobby is sleeping.

After entering the fall. True Red spends twenty hours a day sleeping. At first, Wang Ming also tried to grasp the time when Zhenhong was awake to enhance the relationship between the two parties, but soon he found that Zhenhong's waking time was divided into many segments scattered in the long sleep time, and he couldn't find a space to cultivate Lori, so he put it down.

If it weren't for Zhenhong, who would go to the refrigerator to steal something to eat in the early hours of the morning, maybe she would really starve to death by Wang Ming.

And after Wang Ming and Yueying and his party left, because of the pause in the food supply, Zhenhong was forced to enter a dormant period. Xinglian had the heart to take care of her, but Zhenhong fell into a deep sleep and couldn't wake up at all, so she went with her.

Master, you're going to wake yourself up.

That's what Xiao Zhenhong thinks. But unfortunately, it was the war that woke me up.

Of course, she had to teach a good lesson to the guy who disturbed her sleep, so she summoned the constellation from the starry sky and lowered a pillar of fire.

After cleaning up all those otherworldly creatures, True Red still didn't see his master. I only saw Xinglian, who had been taking care of herself, and after casting the spell, Zhenhong, who felt very tired, threw herself directly into Xinglian's arms and fell asleep. It wasn't until I passed through the portal that I slowly woke up.

After waking up, she finally saw her master, she did not jump directly into Wang Ming's arms as Wang Ming expected, but stared at Wang Ming deadly.

True red doesn't seem to be able to speak, and even rarely makes a sound, a little Lori stares at you expressionlessly, her pupils are full of resentment, this scene is still quite scary.

After Wang Ming learned that his pet easily sent a legendary spell, he was even more frightened to death, and he didn't dare to move under Zhenhong's gaze.

"That, it's so red, do you want to eat candy?"

Holding a colorful lollipop, the smile on Wang Ming's face was very obscene.

True Red silently turned to the side.

"Uh, really red, I didn't mean to forget you! But the pet has slept for months and hasn't seen each other...... Okay, I'll admit I'm not a good master, but don't ignore me just because of that, I'm your master, master!"

The real red petite body floated from the ground, floating away like a hyacinth blown away by the wind, leaving Wang Ming aside.

"You're ...... Red"

Wang Ming looked at Zhenhong, who was sleepy while floating in the air, with black lines on his head, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

―――――――――――― looked around at the group of Bright Sect troops surrounding him, Wang Ming stood up a little irritably, and his whole body made a crackling sound like fried beans.

"You guys are killing themselves, don't you know that I happened to be those days, master?"

“...... What to see, I believe that every boy has a few days of irritability, sourness, and sluggishness...... That's right, I've been in the brain for a few days, do you have any opinions?"

Tsukizakura sat under the parasol, casually stirring the brightly colored liquid in the cup with a straw, and the ice cubes clanged against the glass.

With her white chin pressed against the back of her other hand, Yueying watched boredly as the ice cubes in the cup floated in the milk tea.

"This guy ran away again and lost face. ”

Because her whole head was pressed against her chin, Tsukizakura's words were squeezed out between her teeth, which sounded strange.

Xing Lian, who approached the crystal ball and didn't know what to peep again, responded absentmindedly: "She has always been like that, it is estimated that her menstrual period has arrived." ”

Yueying raised her head tiredly, sipping her habits, and the milk tea turned several times in the straw wrapped into a bow, turning into a cool milky fragrance that leaked on the tip of Yueying's tongue.

"We don't have much time, do we?"

Hearing that the eldest sister's voice became stern, Xing Lian also cheered up: "Well, Lord Qingfeng said that the deadline will be relaxed to November 7th at most, and we have less than five days left." ”

Yueying leaned back on the rattan chair, tilted her head back, and put the magazine on her face: "Let Mia quickly resolve the battle, I'll sleep first, and wake me up when Mia finishes fighting." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Tsukizakura's last note turned into a soft snoring.

Xing Lian stared at Wang Ming, who dragged the giant sword to the front of the formation, and couldn't help yawning.

The giant sword made a scratch behind Wang Ming, and the sword temporarily forged by Cangyang was much easier to use than expected, the weight distribution was very balanced, and it was very sharp.

In addition to the basic enchantment circuit on the sword, the remaining space is blessed with a magic storage circuit, which can store a spell below the third ring. When the sword hits the target, it is released together. However, the effect of this spell can only affect the target that is hit. Even area spells can only affect one person.

Wang Ming is not alone. Just now, when he was cleaning up the battlefield, he used the manipulation of the dead bodies to control a large group of corpses of the gray guards, and followed him to stagger towards the infantry phalanx in the distance.

These priests had been illuminated by the Holy Light during their lifetimes, and they had an unusual resistance to necromancy, but in the face of Wang Ming's transcendent control, they all obediently climbed up.

The wails of the dead echoed in the air, and the sky was somehow covered with clouds. The walking corpses tainted by negative energy dropped broken human tissue, and the corpses that were already tattered in battle became even more terrifying after being impregnated with negative energy.

The wriggling heart and lungs were faintly visible between the exposed ribs, sharp broken bones pierced from the broken ankles, and the open mouth tore the cheeks, revealing a real bloody mouth.

Wang Ming cast a stinky cloud technique, the yellow-green cloud mist slowly spread from the corpses to the front of the infantry phalanx, the already extremely terrifying scene coupled with the disgusting stench of the stinky cloud technique, made the group of soldiers can't help but bow their heads and vomit wildly.

Wang Ming raised his giant sword and pointed at the phalanx in front of him, and the corpses began to charge slowly.

The corpses of the Grey Guards were less than twenty people. However, the part of the soldiers affected by the stinky cloud technique could not withstand the lifeless impact of the corpses, and had to retreat. Leaves behind vomit and excrement all over the floor.

They are only mortals after all.

The complicated incantation was recited by Wang Ming, and the whispering between his lips drove the throbbing of the wind, outlining an invisible horse. Wang Ming turned over and rode on the phantom horse that he had summoned, raised his giant sword and rushed towards the group of infantry.

The scattered spears were erected one by one, but under the effect of the stinky cloud technique, those poor soldiers couldn't even hold their weapons, and were lightly charged into the array by Wang Ming.

Beneficial states lit up on him, mage armor, shield skills, protective arrows, and the power of the bull......

The greatsword hummed, creating a blood-colored semicircle in the pile, making the sound of limbs cracking and the buzz of the blade breaking through the air.

The spell that Wang Ming stored in the giant sword was the corpse explosion technique, this extremely cost-effective spell was activated when Wang Ming cut the first soldier in half, the rotating gears and torsion bar in the giant sword pryed the obsidian at the core of the sword body, and the original mana was arranged in rows according to the established path, turning into effective spells, and then transmitted along the blade to the corpse that only half of the body remained.

Then the blood mist exploded through the crowd.

The corpses followed behind him, charging into the crowd through the gap they had opened, unleashing a fierce assault on the panicked Imperial army. Thousands of strange weapons were grabbed by the walking corpses in their hands and wielded wantonly, although they were not in order, but the strange power of the undead gave these weapons terrible lethality, not to mention that these walking corpses originally possessed powerful flesh.

Mobilizing the magic power in his body, Wang Ming quickly cast a vampire touch, and his palm, which shone with bright red light, pressed against a soldier's face, and his body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a fish exposed to the sun.

Those jubilant vitality flowed through his whole body from between his fingers, and finally gathered on Wang Ming's shoulder, turning into a soaring crow.

Life diversion.

The life force dissipated, and was replaced by an abundance of magic, and the sharp pain of the life force vanishing.

"You guys, won't you retreat, don't blame me for slaughtering you all!"

The gloomy sky was almost as dark as midnight, but all the soldiers could see the demonic fire dancing on Wang Ming's body, and the terror that pierced the heart spread along the screams that erupted from front to back to the entire phalanx, and all the soldiers threw down their weapons and shields and fled into the distance.

"Well, I don't like killing either, so it's better to use advanced fear techniques to clear the field. ”

However, Wang Ming decided to add another fire.

The Phantom Pony was instigated by the boy and charged at the screaming soldiers, who were taking off their armor so that they could run faster.

Although the mount under the crotch is actually a direct condensation of magic, it is enough to make it real, and as the Phantom Pony runs, the mane on its neck swaying in the wind, throwing out inky black waves. Crimson eyes stared at every deserter who dared to look back, raising their screams an octave.

"The slowest runner will die!"

As he spoke, Wang Ming rode past the fat soldier who fell behind, and the giant sword lightly cut off his head, and the trembling fat head flew forward for a while, hitting a short man's back, and the blood spurting out of the broken mouth splashed him, and he was so frightened that he almost fell, and he moved forward with a rolling belt.

But these hundreds of people fled in all directions, and Wang Ming couldn't catch up with everyone in one go, but he didn't intend to annihilate everyone.

The scope of the fear technique is already very large, and the remaining soldiers who have not been affected see that their powerful combat power has almost collapsed, and this next phalanx is equivalent to being broken by themselves, and the scattered soldiers will only increase the difficulty of regrouping the opposing side, and the more they scatter, the longer their preparation time will be.

"Break through two more phalanxes, and their remaining forces won't be able to do anything to us, my undead army!"

The remaining dozen or so walking corpses followed Wang Ming towards the mixed phalanx on the other side, and that phalanx shot out a rain of arrows that were not thin, if it wasn't for a protective arrow prepared in advance, Wang Ming would probably turn into a hedgehog.

The zombies didn't care, after becoming undead, they didn't care about the arrows that poked into their bodies, and that kind of damage wouldn't cause much damage to them. The walking corpse drives the bones and muscles in the body, and unless the body is cut apart, it is difficult to actually harm them. While weapons such as warhammers can shatter their bodies, rotten flesh will cushion blunt damage, and only bladed weapons can actually hurt them. Only by cutting off the wriggling flesh in their bodies can the walking corpses be truly destroyed.

Unfortunately, bows and arrows are not up to the task, and it is difficult to hurt them by just drilling holes in the bodies of the walking corpses, not to mention that these walking corpses are also wearing a suit of chain mail, which makes it even more difficult to take them down.

"Speaking of which, one of the classic tactics of the undead is a famous tactic called the Sea of the Undead, since I plan to use the undead to crush it head-on, why don't I summon more undead creatures?"

A dazzling silver bloomed in front of his eyes, and the sun came out of any door, landing on the top of the Phantom Pony's head, looking at Wang Ming condescendingly, the silver hair that had hung down to his shoulders was blown up by the wind.

"Mia, if you want to summon the undead, remember to summon your pet. ”

Wang Ming didn't react for a while, until Cangyang waved his hand to summon his long-forgotten demon pet.

The huge corpse hound fell from a height of fifteen meters, and smashed directly into the group of archers arranged in a dense formation behind it, and a low roar came from the mouth of each corpse on the corpse hound's body, which was obviously a sharp scream and wail, but together it turned into a deep and deep echo of terror.

With a wave of huge claws, more than a dozen soldiers were knocked away, and Wang Ming saw from a distance that those soldiers had turned into a puddle of mud before they fell.

Rancid corpse poison erupted from the gigantic twisted mouth of the corpse hound, and the poison extracted from the source of decay and darkness created a death zone in the center of this phalanx, which was no less than a blow from the Death Cloud Technique that instantly cleared a large field.

Cangyang pulled Wang Ming to jump up from the horse, dodging the corpses scattered in the air, and landed on the back of the corpse hound.

"Mia, take that thing out, it's not finished, but it's ready to use. ”

Wang Ming leaned down obediently and inserted his hand into the back of the corpse hound, and the corpses that were hinged to each other let go one after another, revealing a large hole formed by the entanglement of countless pale limbs, and a white bone staff stood in the hole that shone with a miserable white death light.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Ming put his hand on the staff and gently pulled it out of the muddy plain.

"In the name of death, I command you and the others who are slain, if you want to be reborn, to sacrifice five times as many souls to me!"

The fallen soldiers began to move, and the scalp-tinging screams came and went. (To be continued......)