The Terran army is standing in the northern frontier, waiting for the day, eyeing the Wing Jiao clan, attracting the attention of countless living beings.

Since the lich both withdrew from the Flood Wilderness, the mountains above the heads of the billions of races in the Flood Wilderness have been moved away and have begun to develop rapidly, but in a million years, the annexation war has begun.

Up to now, most of the hundreds of millions of flood races have disappeared, and there are only a few hundred races that still survive independently in the flood wilderness.

The development of the human race and the territory obtained, among these hundreds of races, the results are not the most eye-catching, nor are they at the bottom, they belong to the upper middle position.

Creatures who have thoughts about the desolate world, even if they don't pay the most attention to the Terrans, will definitely fall on the heads of the Terrans, especially when the Terrans are about to have a big war with the Winged Jiao Clan.

According to this development trend, the desolate world should be divided and ruled by many races, maybe seven or eight races, maybe more than a dozen races, at least a small half of the hundreds of races that exist, it is possible to squeeze into this small circle in the future war.

This is a very normal reasoning, the desolate world is huge, only by conquering the races around you, can you develop outward, and after everyone conquers the races around you, look up, all that is left in front of you is a behemoth like a giant, and then you have to fight hard one by one, the possibility of losing both sides is very large, but it is just other races farther away for nothing.

In this case, separatist rule becomes inevitable.

All races are fighting for the position of regional hegemony one by one.

No race will be like a song, and the target of the chanting is the entire desolate world.

Even if Fu Xi, the elder brother of the Nuwa Sage and one of the three emperors of the original demon clan, becomes the great elder of the human race, he is obviously optimistic about the development of the human race, and everyone will adjust the strength of the human race a little higher, and whether he can finally become the regional overlord has to be said.

And now, the Terran and the Wing Jiao clan are fighting, and the winner will definitely annex each other, and the territory can be expanded to more than one-twentieth of the northeast of the flood famine, and in the entire flood famine, it can already rank in the top hundred.

After digesting the fruits of victory, and then clearing out the surrounding small races, before confronting other Flood Desolation Clans, you can almost squeeze into the top 80 of the Flood Desolation Clans.

The strength of such a race is already very strong, and any one of them may be able to win the final regional supremacy.

And such a war, which may produce regional hegemony, will naturally attract the attention of countless souls.

Dahan didn't care about the Da Luo Divine Consciousness flying in the sky, and slowly arranged the safari camp, and the scout camp attacked alternately, spying on the military strength of the Wing Jiao Clan, and ambushing the Wing Jiao Clan's hunting and killing of the scouts.

The two sides were at the junction and began to fight frequently.

The main battle camp of the Terran was once equipped with a large number of mounts, and they were all the best and strongest mounts, and later resumed the combat mode of the pure Terran, and these mounts were eliminated to the brigades and battalions such as safari, scout, baggage, and rescue, which greatly improved the combat power of these brigades and battalions.

In a collision below the squad, it is difficult for the squad of the main legion to easily take down the same number of rangers.

Now, these powerful Terran hunting sergeants have begun to carry out tentative attacks on the Wing Jiao Clan.

The army of the Wing Jiao clan continues to converge, and various formations continue to rise, but how many troops are in the formation, it is difficult to determine by divine sense alone, only by constantly attacking and probing, from the reaction speed of the opponent, the number of people encircled and suppressed, can we slowly find out the opponent's combat power and approximate number.

The size of the wing Jiao is not huge, and the adult wing Jiao is only thirty or fifty zhang long, which is naturally much larger than the human race, but among the various races in the flood wilderness, it still belongs to a small body race.

The winged Jiao has four-legged wings, and in Gao Ge's eyes, it is actually a four-legged snake with wings, and it is just a little larger.

Of course, these four-legged snakes have hard scales, strong strength, strong mana, and extremely fast speed, and they are a large family of the Flood Desolation Lin Armor class.

In the desolate creatures, there are a lot of such combat power, but most of them can't grow into the desolate clan, an important reason is the number of clansmen, and the Wing Jiao clan happens to be a race with a large number of clansmen.

Moreover, the Wing Jiao clan is obviously also deeply aware of the advantages of a large number, a Wing Jiao clan clan, usually with three or five vassal race teams, some of them are powerful, some are extremely fast, some are strong, and some are good at assassination, all kinds of things, all kinds of strange things, which make the human scouts and hunting soldiers feel a big headache, and after months of fighting and fighting, they did not get the slightest advantage.

But the fighting never stopped for a day, countless information gathered in the legion dispatch, hundreds of monks who were proficient in tactics and tactics, constantly according to the newly discovered fighting style of the Wing Jiao clan, formulated special combat tactics, and constantly distributed them to the legions of the human race.

The victory rate of the Terran sergeants in battle is slowly increasing, and the fighting spirit of the entire Terran army is also slowly improving.

"It's boring!"

Xiao Chu snorted and complained.

Huang Mao and Tempest also nodded vigorously, feeling the same way, and looked bored.

This new type of war brigade is really a big pit!

Xiao Chu regretted it very much in his heart, it took his old nose to get a position in the brigade, and he usually had a sense of accomplishment in training, but when he arrived at the battlefield, he realized that it was a big pit.

The power of the brigade-level battle array is undoubtedly huge, but because of the hugeness, it is extremely cautious to use, and until the moment of the decisive battle, the big man will basically not let them out.

If it is still in the Taiyi realm, Xiao Chu can still go out and single out the opponent's Taiyi, hit the opponent's morale, and even go out to hunt the opponent's commander, as long as he is careful and not surrounded by the enemy with a formation, no one can keep them.

But now, they have been promoted to Da Luo one by one, where is their turn to fight like this!

It's not for nothing that Dahan is so relaxed, the Yijiao clan may never have dreamed that there are more than 20 Da Luo Daozun in the Terran legion, and there are still a few in the hunting team behind, and in the entire Terran frontline army, there are already nearly thirty Da Luo looking at them coldly.

Of course, under normal circumstances, these Da Luo will exist as legion commanders and will not directly attack, but as long as they are there, this war will not be defeated no matter what.

These Da Luo have to sing the masking realm exercises, even if the Wing Jiao Clan Da Luo keeps spying and finding, he only faintly feels that there are a few Da Luo hidden in the battlefield, and he doesn't know the specific number.

This is very much in line with the understanding of the Wing Jiao clan, because they also hide a few Da Luo in the battlefield to prevent the Da Luo Jin Immortal of the human race from attacking the low-level monks below.

Although under the Heavenly Dao managed by the Xuanmen, some basic rules still penetrate into the hearts of the living beings of all races, for example, Da Luo is not allowed to attack low-level monks at will, especially the large-scale slaughter of low-level living beings, this is not the way, once it happens, it will be rejected by the Heavenly Dao, and if you want to make progress, it will be difficult!

But in this race war, no one dares to take it lightly, there are a lot of big Luo who blow themselves up for the race, not to mention killing some low-level monks, for the survival of the race, many big Luo will not care about whether their realm will improve in the future.

Xiao Chu also wanted to go to the Wing Jiao clan army to make trouble, but Da Han and the others would not let her take such a risk, ordinary battles, and it was not her turn to be commanded by Da Luo, so she hung on the chair like a salted fish every day, watching the excitement of the Terran sergeants and the Wing Jiao fighting in the distance.

However, she secretly decided in her heart that after this battle, she would not mix in the Terrans, and it would be more comfortable to go back to Diaoyu Island, and the Terrans would have something to do, and it would not be too late to come out again.