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Of course, any attempt to change the reality of good harmony will be met with strong opposition. Even the Great Chieftain only kept these actions in his head and did not implement them. It has also been criticized by countless centaurs. They were always deaf and dumb when confronted with the Great Chief's tentative questions about tradition. Wait until one comes out of the chief's tent. Immediately, I couldn't help but point my fingers at it. It was as if the "Great Chief" they kept shouting had signed them for a debt. Not to mention changing the entire centaur race. It is to let his warriors change the fragrant sandalwood cup to drink. They all looked extremely impatient. And several senior priests in the clan were even more vehemently opposed: "This is the rotten way of life of human society. It's their sugar-coated arrows. It is a criminal instrument that is trying to subvert our tribe! It should be resolutely spurned and resolutely attacked! If it is a centaur, come in and shout together!" So any change is impossible. Just when the Great Chief was hesitating. But the god Setunos suddenly sent down this one and only divine sign.

I must have been the favorite of the god Sethunos! The Great Chief kept encouraging himself: Why did the god Sethunus only give me a divine revelation, for I was the only one who saw the great defects of the centaurs, and only I intended to change this backwardness. I'm the only one trying to make the centaur civilization last forever! Whether it is a priest or a large and small chieftain or chief. It's all a lack of vision, a gangster who is just trying to get by! On the contrary, it will cause great panic and civil unrest. So the Supreme God Setunos chose me, the most discerning and true leader who is best suited to lead the people in a time of change. To be the king who will lead the centaurs out of the wilderness! It's the darling of the god Setunos! He is the supreme hero of the future!

After a month or two of arrogant self-absorption. And he really got to work. The centaur tribe must change! It must slowly change from a nomadic state of life to a different state of life. Otherwise, a qiē change is interviewed. The most direct way to do this is to occupy the rich veins of Naintus next to it. From a nomadic people to a semi-commercial people. Then take advantage of the contradictions between various countries, various mage associations, and churches of the gods. Slowly encroaching on the land. Slowly change the traditions of the entire tribe. In a word: use profit to induce change!

Really. The god Setunos is protecting himself. At this moment, Vermeer, an ignorant idiot, actually sent a strange-looking greenfield spirit blood ogre. Secretly brought himself a very important piece of information: the royal family of Naintus had discovered a large agate and malachite mine on the edge of the steppes and barren mountains. But the defense has not yet been built!

Vermeer, a greedy fellow, also instigated himself to continue to besiege the royal capital and the new mining area to blackmail the royal family. Blackmail a large sum of money as usual and leave. It's a pity. How did he know that Setunos, the great god of war and the supreme god of the centaur race, had chosen me as the king of the times? Sent troops to invade the country of Naintus.

But when his army marched into the vicinity of the capital of Naintus, everything changed. He did not attack the royal capital as Vermel demanded. Instead, the main force fell to this rich new mining area, the future thriving land of the Metellus tribe. The elite of the tribe who had actually captured it and concentrated it began to build fortifications day and night on various key points in the mine. As for the rest of the birds. Something attacking a village. Loot a few local nobles. It's all just fancy tricks.

Of course. Vermeer has also changed. He was a two-faced guy who really sent a message to his clan's sworn enemies, the Scorlus tribe!

The Great Chief couldn't help but laugh. This idiot always thinks he's amazing. always thought that everyone was calculated by him. pretended to be a corporal of Lixian in front of people to fool a large number of people. But I'm no ordinary centaur. I am the future king of the god Setunos! The first time I saw this creature, I saw the cunning, malice, and hypocrisy hidden in his pupils. The first time I stood side by side with him, I asked about the vile aura of his body. I don't know what his expression was after I was counter-calculated this time? Hahaha is really funny.

At this point, my mind returned to the real mine fortress. The centaurs had long since stopped cheering. Because the armies of the local nobles such as Vermeer began to attack again.

This time they actually had a real time!

Most of the previous attacks were caused by nobles driving some low-level warriors upwards and blindly attacking. And this time it's all burly ogre and bear goblin warriors in refined scale armor. Led by the Ogre Magician and the Bear Goblin Warlock. More than a dozen people in a group of upward wide speed attack. These sorcerers were surrounded by warriors. And the warriors were blessed by the warlocks' endless blood with mage armor, protective arrows, resistance energy, etc. There are even some ogre magicians who have cast a hidden fog spell on themselves. Hide all the warriors around you in the vast white mist. Then take out the "Stride Running" magic wand that you bought. Start to go up and go up quickly.

And in the back, a group of warlocks began to pull out more strong acid arrows and lightning beam magic wands. emitted an overwhelming green rain and a white light as sharp as a spear. Constant bombardment of the Centaur fortresses. There are also some medium-sized trio dragon god priests who even come up with expensive spell scrolls such as Ice Storm. The fortresses were shrouded in hail like flying hammers, frost winds like blades, and lightning like axes when the spell was cast. The booming fortresses were as silent as corpses.

Under the cover of this dense fire. The warriors who were charging up the hillside were getting closer and closer to the fortresses.

One hundred steps. The other party didn't move.

Fifty steps. The other party did not react.

Thirty steps. The other party did not hesitate.

A fierce lightning as thick as a python flew from the fortress. After rushing into the aristocratic army, they scurried around. Between the splashes of electric light. Some of the warriors who lacked the blessing of the "Resistance Element" effect had already rolled down the hill with a muffled grunt like a heavy, rotten stone.

Then "whew" one after another wall of fire techniques lay between the noble battle groups. These walls of flames, which were enough to melt gold and iron, spread out vertically or horizontally. Reduced to a cage of flame lattice. Tie these tough warriors to death.

Then, between the fire prisons, bursts of dark green "acid mist technique" suddenly appeared. It was as if the haze of death hung over the heads of every warrior and warlock. Quickly disintegrating the "anti-round" effect on their bodies. It's like a violent rain of sulfuric acid. Begin to corrode the attacker's strong body like a fire. It burned their skin. Riddled with!

When the aristocratic armies who were careless about the enemy screamed and retreated one after another. Suddenly, a large cloud of pale black "heavy fog" appeared around them. It was as if the whole body was stuck in a black quagmire. Stuck to the light black mist. It's really struggling.

It's just a delay. The acid mist began to invade like lungs again. The corrosive crowd vomited blood. A chain of lightning is like a swarm of snakes coming out of a hole. Shot down from the fortress with a thud. A blockbuster corpse was killed on the spot!

The nobles finally couldn't hold it anymore. Immediately Mingjin withdrew his troops. Wait for the wolf Bèi, whose troops are smoking, and blood is flying from their mouths and noses, to retreat. Already threw down thirty percent of the offensive forces on the hills.

Smelling the scorched corpse in the air. The nobles ran to the Vermeer tent in a rage and shouted, "What's going on? How can they have a large number of sixth-order spell scrolls? These are all Tier 6 spells! It's too expensive for us to use a Tier 4 Ice Storm. They are a savage and crude centaur tribe. How can you have money and not have those things?"

Vermeer sat gloomily on his throne of the glittering flames of the carver. With a gloomy face, he said, "It is estimated that the Three Towers will sell it to them! ”

And the nobles on the opposite side did not give up. They all shouted excitedly: "But the scorpion man is only using the lightning beam of the third-order fireball technique. Even Tier 4 Ice Storms are rarely used. How did the Metellus tribe afford such an expensive item?!! They're not going to use it like crazy! I think it's going to be two more days. The cost of the spell items is enough to buy most of the Metellus tribe!

Vermeer's eyes lit up with hatred. Gritted his teeth, he said, "Who knows what the hell they're doing? Maybe they really signed a deed of sale!"

The Grand Chief of Metellus glanced earnestly at the smoky and fierce battlefield. It was as if the lava had washed through the ground, and the ground was full of horrible stumps and broken bones. The ears were filled with the excitement of the centaur subordinates: "We have won! Hahaha" "High-level spells are just good. In one round, they beat their corpses all over the field. It's going to be death a few more times!" "Thank you, Great Chief. Brought us such a powerful spell item. There they are. We will win!"

It seems that his side has the chance to win. But the Great Chief secretly smiled bitterly: just this official battle consumed most of the high-grade spell items. That's half a year's income for the tribe! You can't do anything about it!

Anxious. He also didn't care about the cheering subordinates around him. He returned to the large stone room specially prepared for himself in the fortress. After closing the rudimentary wooden door. He smiled wryly and pulled out a sleek sea-blue contract with the logo of the Three Towers Federation. There was a faint glow of the same brilliant spell aura on it. The immense magical power that will be contained within. Slightly revealed.

It was a transcendent curse power. Once the contract is signed, be their thug. I did it for five years. Otherwise, the curse will not only kill the Great Chief himself. It will also harm his successors, the leaders of the clan. Let them die one by one or in a trance, or be sick and infirm and unable to govern. In the end, the group of dragons has no head. Push the warlike clans apart by mutual civil war!

The risks are enormous. But to achieve your dreams, you have to win, to have enough strong and enough spell items, to have enough spell items, to have enough money.

But the tribe does not lack courage, greed, and rage. What is missing is money!

The Great Chief sighed heavily. With a heavy expression, he said to himself, "It seems." This time, it is not possible to sell yourself, although the conditions of the contract are very harsh. But it's just a matter of working for a few years for the Three Towers Federation. Compared to the eternal inheritance of the entire centaur race. What is this unhappiness about? I just hope that the great god Setunos will bless me with victory in this war. Otherwise, once those vulgar and discerning subordinates know the contents of the contract. But if you lose the battle. I'm going to be torn to shreds by these mindless people. Alas, a qiē is a matter of money. That's a damn question!"

Money. It's always a critical and troublesome issue.

The same is true for the royal family of Naintus. When a crystal dragon vein ogre priest arrives on the great hill next to the new mine with a large chest of gems and the king's edict. When finding the High Priest of Sinano who was on the expedition with the army. He was talking to Jay Leno, the Brute Fighter Mentor, with a halfling.

I saw that the comer was wearing a red robe that was as bright as jade. Sinarno knew that this man was coming on behalf of the church. The conversation had to be aborted. After greeting him, he asked, "I wonder what the church has decided?"

This relatively old Crystal Dragon Vein Ogre Priest is a typical wall-riding faction. Neither favors the royal family nor humanity. So he was snubbed by the groups on both sides for the rest of his life. There are few opportunities for promotion. Mixed to the wrinkled, dragon scales dull age. He has not yet risen to the position of high priest.

But sometimes you need someone like that. Like now. Some time ago, the jewel dragon veins who held the power of the church were going to shout and kill "Pastor Elilu". Now all of a sudden, I want to stammer people again. If there is no such wall-riding faction as an intermediary. The other gem dragon veins didn't have the face to come to see Sinaro.

This wrinkled, aged dragon vein ogre priest is just a normal look. In an aging hoarse voice, he said, "The church would like to ask Pastor Elilu to train the dragon veins in the church as a special mentor. Strive to make them all practice to the body of a half-dragon. to strengthen the strength of the church. So I want you to take the money and this letter of appointment to the village of Faznullah. Be sure to lobby Pastor Elilu for permission. ”

Sinalo's face didn't move. But I secretly thought: Strengthening the strength of the church is to strengthen the strength of your dragon vein psionic power, right? Now we, the human psychic, can still occupy a certain position and speak by virtue of our numerical superiority. If all of you become half-dragons. What about us humans? The body of a half-dragon is not only physically strong. Moreover, the intellectual perception and learning ability are also higher than those of humans. In that case, your gem dragon vein will really be "talented". Your qualitative superiority can once again overwhelm our human numerical superiority. In the long run, it will be very bad for us human beings!

So he pretended not to do anything about himself, and laughed: "Didn't you kill him a few days ago? I'm going to the murderer's house again. I'm not human inside or out. That's going to be a tough one. "Drag it, drag it for a day. Let's see if we can come up with a solution. Not really. Just "please" Pastor Elilou to leave the place, even if it is to sow discord between him and the royal family. Anyway, we can't keep him here and make humanity suffer!

Unexpectedly, the old ogre priest on the other side said without changing his face: "This time the land policy will not change again." Because the jewel dragon god, who is as wise as the sea, has sent down an oracle. All the Jewel Dragon Vein Priests had received this oracle in their dreams last night. I'm no exception. The king is the high priest of the church, according to this decree of the oracle. Take a look. ”

Sinalo felt a chill in his heart. In the end, there is a difference between intimacy and intimacy. I began to pray for all the best from the time I prayed to the city of Szhuanghoude. As a result, it is still difficult to return to China. It almost killed people. Now as soon as I found out, people were good for the gem dragon vein. Immediately the oracle was laid. Alas, it's really depressing.

With a heavy heart, he took the church's fatwa and looked at it. Sure enough, it was issued in the name of the jewel dragon god. The seal stamped is also the highest seal representing the god Sadiwo Dragon!, and the old ogre priest next to him continued, "This time it's a greeting gift. If Pastor Elilu agrees to be a special mentor. The Church could also apply to the king for a knighthood. He was even allowed to spread the great teachings of the god of qi yuan in the country. This is a rare opportunity. You must understand from Him. ”

Sinaro stiffened his head and asked, "What if he doesn't accept it?" The last time Duke Vermeer wanted to buy him. He only received money and did not accept official positions. I think he doesn't want to get involved in too much of a strife. ”

The old ogre of the crystal dragon vein said in a calm and unevasive tone, "Then it's like Vermeer." Keep the money behind. Ryujin didn't think he would refuse. Originally, I wanted to give more money. But some of the priests feared that the True Form of the Six Beasts was exaggerated. So I don't want to do more. The gem dragon god is inconclusive. Everybody's arguing about this. ”

Sinalo stole a glance at the halfling Nessus and the brute fighter mentor Jay Reno not far away. I saw that the two were exchanging experiences. Didn't pay attention to this. He made the last struggle: "I boasted about some Haikou in order to bring him to Naintus. But when he arrived, he was left out in the cold. The first two times I went. There was already dissatisfaction between his words. It's the last time again. I'm afraid that the resentment will be deeper. You know that, too. In fact, he had already learned about the real decision made by the royal family last time through other channels. So it's probably not a good time to meet now. If he was angry, he would have refused. That's not good. It's better to wait for him to be angry for a while. Wouldn't it be better?" (To be continued.) If you want to know what will happen next. Please lock in Aishang Novel Network. More chapters. Support the author. Support Aishang Novel Network!)

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