Chapter 113: Integration of Forces (1)

Dada's narration was concise and clear, and Zhang Zhengfan quickly sorted out the current situation of the witch clan.

The population of the witch clan is about the same as that of the elves. Now it's all pulled out, and it's probably less than 100,000. Thinking about the final weapon of the demons back then, it also had an impact on them.

Today's witch clan is divided into three clans, black witch, white witch, and green witch. The White Witch Clan has the largest population, followed by the Green Witch Clan, and finally the Black Witch Clan. Because of this, the position of the patriarch of the Imperial Senate has always been held by the chief of the White Witch Clan. But in fact, the ideas of the White Witch Clan may not necessarily be approved by the Green Witch and the Black Witch.

"I heard that the witch clan is rich in warlocks, but what about the other professions?" Zhang Zhengfan asked.

"There are other professions as well, but there are very few people, and there are even fewer pinnacles who excel in strength. Dada Road.

"Dada, you are full of dark magic, and you want to study dark magic deeply. I wonder if you have any research on the corpse demon virus in the North Wind Ice Field?" asked Zhang Zhengfan.

Dada glanced at Zhang Zhengfan and shook his head: "No." ”

"The corpse demon virus is one of the killer features of the demon race, and I believe that Dalmilo will definitely not give up on it. And there is an antidote to the corpse virus. This is what Dalmilo himself admitted. Neither Moltier nor I are good at dark magic, so I wonder if Dada would like you to help me?" Zhang Zhengfan looked at Dada Dao.

Dada glanced at Zhang Zhengfan in surprise, he didn't expect that Zhang Zhengfan would smash such a heavy task unexpectedly. Cracking the Demon Corpse Demon Virus? And with two ancient elves? Whether this succeeds or not, it's a big face.

"I must do my best!" Dada nodded vigorously.

"Do you have any children?" Zhang Zhengfan said that he would run on this topic, and there was no routine.

Dada glanced at Zhang Zhengfan suspiciously: "Yes, one." ”

"Leave it to me, I will give you one god level or above!" Zhang Zhengfan said firmly. In his opinion, since Dada promised to help him crack the corpse demon virus, whether it succeeds or not, it is to give himself face, and the witch clan has not had a god-level powerhouse for a long time. It is natural for him to have a face.

Tice's jaw was about to drop, thinking that he had heard it wrong, Zhang Zhengfan actually wanted to accept Dada's child as an apprentice?

"Okay!" Dada didn't hesitate, and nodded directly: "I'll send her to Bisè Home." ”

"That's it!" Zhang Zhengfan was full of confidence. In fact, no one else knows that Zhang Zhengfan is purely looking for comfort in his heart, and wants to repay the affection of the hunter boss who has been taking care of himself in the mountains of Yamaguchi. Although not yet in person. But giving back a witch who is exactly the same as a troll can be regarded as making up for the regret. As for the god level, Zhang Zhengfan had no pressure at all. Washing the muscles and cutting the marrow, he is too skilled in this job! Although it is difficult to improve the god-level realm that has been spawned in his life, if he really has no way. That's a solution, isn't it?

After that, there was no word, and several people waited quietly.

As the afternoon sun began to slowly move westward, Kaman and Main made their way from the direction of Mustam.

"Fortunately, I won't be dishonored!" said Karman, with a relieved smile. Although there is a deep exhaustion between his eyebrows, at this moment, he seems calm and relaxed.

"Please enter the city!" Mai En didn't talk nonsense, and made a gesture of invitation directly to Zhang Zhengfan!

Zhang Zhengfan didn't see Kadru, he only saw Kadru's proud corpse, along with the bodies of the seven senators of the Senate.

In the underground laboratory of the Rough Legion, Zhang Zhengfan saw the sleeping first elves. At this moment, the elves were placed in a huge magic circle, and the eyes of the magic circle. It turned out to be twenty-two elven hearts.

Zhang Zhengfan sighed helplessly, and left Mustam with the first elf and the elven heart.

Mustam, overnight. Makeover.

The 31st Emperor Kadru and the seven elders of the Senate were crowned, and the 32nd Emperor Nader succeeded to the throne.

In the territory of the Alliance, there are those who resist, there are bystanders, and there are those who obey. But it's all the human race that is making trouble within it, and the other alliance races are all silent at this moment.

In the face of all kinds of evil forces within the human race, the new successor Emperor Nader carried out a strong suppression with extreme force. Collect a batch, hit a batch, scare a batch, and even carried out a major cleaning of the interior in a very short period of time. And the reason why he was able to stabilize the situation so quickly was inseparable from the full support of the First Dragon Knight Timuza, the Black Dragon Gonzare, the leader of the Warrior Legion, Main, the leader of the Priest Clan, Kaman, the Huā Tis of Imperial Magic, and the Dark Witch Chieftain Dada.

After stabilizing the domestic situation, it is time for a new round of the formation of the Senate. Unlike in the past, the number of seats for the elders of each race has increased from one to three, but the number of seats for the Terrans has been reduced by one. The new law of the Union is also being revised and improved.

All this has nothing to do with Zhang Zhengfan, at this time, he came to the Holy Domain and came to Mortieri's side.

The Elven Heart was buried, and in the face of the sleeping primordial Elf, Mortiri Jī was moved, the Holy Light God Aredina, an Elven God who was thought to have fallen in the North Wind Ice Field. As for how she was discovered by Kadrew and transported back to the imperial capital, probably no one knows except Kadrew himself. But Kadrew is dead, and the process remains a secret forever. Regarding this emperor, Zhang Zhengfan's evaluation is: "Another person who can't see through." "But also, if Zhang Zhengfan can have that kind of imperial scheming and can play nòng power tricks. The mainland, perhaps, is a different story!

Despite Zhang Zhengfan and Mortieri's exhaustion of methods, the Holy Light God still showed no signs of waking up.

Mortieri believes that this is caused by the separation of the soul and **, and Zhang Zhengfan more directly refers to this original elf: a vegetative person.

There were no breakthroughs in the research for several days, and the day of the meeting with the tribal chiefs was approaching.

During this period, Zhang Zhengfan returned to Bisè's home several times and arranged some chores. Although the first and second guards have been driven out by him to find his wife, the Warcraft Guard and a group of elven cuties in charge of internal affairs are still there, so the operation of the homeland has not been greatly affected.

It is worth mentioning that the singles wall standing outside Emerald Town has become a joke in the entire Western Wasteland and even the entire tribe.

The ten-day covenant finally came.

Zhang Zhengfan, who came to the Elven Sanctuary early in the morning, took Lerem and the Ten Hunters XIII with him.

And behind Moltier, who was already ready to stop, stood Melrose, Cyril, and Mster. Behind them, too, stood ten brand-new Hunter XIII.

Zhang Zhengfan and Mortieri looked at each other and smiled. It turns out that the heart is not just a legend.

Such a powerful and luxurious lineup is definitely a manifestation of the peak combat power of the elf race. And this is also a kind of confidence, a kind of confidence to firmly grasp the initiative of this negotiation in your hands!

It's like having money in your pocket and not panicking. If you want to do great things, you must show corresponding strength. Otherwise. You can't just talk about it.

"How's it going?" Zhang Zhengfan looked at Mster with a smile, pointed to the ten archers and hunters, and said, "Isn't it amazing?"

"It's amazing. Mst bowed his head, and then said confidently: "But I firmly believe that within ten years, I will definitely surpass them." ”

"Hee-hee...... "Cyril said half-jokingly, half-seriously, "you are shè like a honeycomb every day." Sister Mel was tired from the treatment. ”

"Cyril!" Melrose gave Cyril a sneering look.

Mster's face turned black.

"It's okay!" Zhang Zhengfan patted Mster's shoulder like nothing happened: "A few guys I have there are not the same ones who are beaten into shit every day?" It's not just those few demonic beasts who are bent on forging ahead. As for Dick and Andor, before they find their wives, Zhang Zhengfan won't give them a chance to kill the mō hunters at all!

"If you want to beat someone, you must be beaten first!" Zhang Zhengfan said with an old-fashioned face: "If you are beaten too much, you will naturally beat people." That's how I got here!"

Everyone, including Mortieri, was in a cold sweat. I thought to myself: the one who hit you...... Which great god is it? Or have you also suffered a lot of losses in the Demon Continent?

When Zhang Zhengfan and Mortieri appeared in Ori City together, there was cheering in Ori City.

Countless tribal warriors were under the teleportation array. In a way unique to the tribe, Zhang Zhengfan and Mortiri were welcomed.

The ancient totem dance of the minotaurs, the traditional Kodo drums of the orcs, and the salute of the dwarves. Let the whole Ori City be immersed in a sea of joy.

"Your Majesty, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" the orc chief came over with two big fangs and gave Zhang Zhengfan a bear hug!

Then he greeted Mortiere with a bow, "His Majesty Murray." Welcome back to Orry City. ”

After that, the orc prophets, the holy order shamans of the minotaurs, the druids of the wind, and the leaders of the dwarves, the holy rank warriors, saluted Zhang Zhengfan and Mortiri one by one.

This routine made Zhang Zhengfan suddenly find a trace of the treatment of the national leader back then.

Zhang Zhengfan hugged and saluted these bigwigs one by one, and his heart was full of emotion. The others were fine, but Lerem seemed a little panicked. If she hadn't met Zhang Zhengfan, where would she have the status and glory she has today? Not to mention greeting several tribal bigwigs. I never thought about it, and I never practiced it! Fortunately, the elegant manners of the elves were a natural talent, so nothing went wrong.

She couldn't hide her excitement, and silently followed behind Zhang Zhengfan, once again thanking the speaker in her heart, thanking him for giving her a new life and leading her into a new world.

After greeting her, Zhang Zhengfan handed her a comforting and encouraging smile, which moved Lerem even more.

After the grand welcome ceremony, the crowd arrived at the Chieftain Hall of Orry City.

"Let's go!" Geman Roque waved his hand and said with a bold smile: "Eat first, what's the matter, let's talk about it after eating!"

It has long been known from Mortiri that the current tribal chieftain Gman Roc may seem rough, but in fact he is a clever character. Otherwise, it will not be respected by the leaders of the tribes, and it will compete with the alliance to this day.

Therefore, Zhang Zhengfan has been paying attention to this tribal chief who met for the first time. Probably only he knew that Gmanrok had frowned when he saw the hunter.

I'm afraid this meal is not easy! Zhang Zhengfan smiled helplessly.

The feast of the curtain is a tribal custom.

Naturally, there is such a place in Ori City, and the huge lawn behind the Chief Hall is actually used for this!

Everyone sat around, shì guards stood beside them, and a large bowl of wine and a large piece of ròu were immediately served, of course, these were not for the elves. Vegetables and fruits, purple fruit juice, these are for the elves.

The next routine. Everyone has long been accustomed to it, and it is nothing more than welcome greetings and polite greetings, so there is no need to spend pen and ink to write.

When the wine has passed three rounds and the food has passed five flavors, this drama ròu has just begun.

"Under the crown, under the crown of Murray. These shì guards behind the two of them are very weird, it doesn't seem to be the handiwork of the elves?"

Zhang Zhengfan and Murray drank a glass of juice together. Then Zhang Zhengfan said with a smile: "The magic robot, the main combat force of the demon race." This time I visited the Demon Continent and robbed a few of them, so I brought them today. It's just to give everyone an understanding. ”

After speaking, Zhang Zhengfan clapped his hands, and a hunter with a moon blade walked into the field coldly.

"Hunter XIII. Melee models. Zhang Zhengfan looked at the leaders of the tribes and slowly introduced: "The strength of melee combat surpasses the god level." ”

Although these bigwigs have heard of the hunters, it is better to hear than to see after all. Listening to Zhang Zhengfan's initiative today, I was naturally engrossed.

"Ge Man, you are the representative of the Continent's Saint Rank Warriors, if you don't mind, you can try the strength of the Hunter. Zhang Zhengfan smiled and looked at Geman Roke. He called Geman Roque Geman. It's not Luàn who called it, it was Geman Roque himself who called him. With Zhang Zhengfan's current strength and identity, no one here dares to fight with him. So he didn't have to worry about screaming.

"Really beyond the god level?" Geman Roque looked shocked, and then laughed and said, "Then I really have to try, otherwise my heart will itch to death!"

The words fell. Geman Roke stood up, and with a wave of his hand, two shì guards presented a one-handed wolf tooth bāng and a magic iron shield.

No one stopped it, because the saint-level warrior Geman Roque was the representative of the continent's melee combat, and since Zhang Zhengfan said that this hunter was a melee model, no one was more qualified than Geman Roque to say that he would try. And everyone believes that since the elves say to try, there is no danger in waiting. The elf clan nail is a nail riveting is riveting, saying that the character is the same, that is the mainland signboard, the only one, no semicolon!

"Boom!", the ten battle rings on Geman Roke's body flashed, slowly circulating, and the huge momentum swept the audience.

But who are you here today? Those who are below the Holy Rank don't even have seats here today! So, everyone just smiled, and didn't react at all. Only Zhang Zhengfan frowned slightly imperceptibly, and the fighting spirit of Geman Roque ...... Problematic!

The hunter Bai Jing's eyes flashed, and the moon blade was already hovering in his hand, and his whole body was still cold, just standing quietly.

Zhang Zhengfan smiled and said, "Let's start!"

"Roar-" With a sound, Geman Roke turned into a streamer, and the wolf tooth in his hand went straight to the hunter's brain.

This time is for eating, naturally it can't be too big, and after everyone sits around, the middle of it is even smaller, at the speed of Geman Roke, that is just as it is said, and the time is almost negligible.

But it was in this case that the rumors stopped.

Why, the hunter's moon blade was already on Gmanroke's neck. Geman Roke's Holy Rank Talisman Fighting Qi is useless at all, facing the hunter's moon blade, it's like a hot knife cutting butter, everything is in the end, effortlessly!

The cold chill of the moon blade was directly attached to his neck, making Geman Roke dumbfounded for a moment. It's so fast! It's so fast that even he, a saint-rank warrior, can't see clearly how people put the knife on his neck.

Not only him, but everyone in the audience except for the elven clan was dumbfounded! This cold sweat came down directly.

My dear mother......! This isn't true, is it?! The Saint-Rank Warrior actually lost without making a single move?

The hunter put away his knife and quietly retreated behind Zhang Zhengfan, and Geman Roque was still standing in the arena stupidly, until now, he hadn't figured out how he lost all of a sudden.

"Geman!" Zhang Zhengfan stood up, walked to Gemanroke's side, looked at him, and said, "You've been injured, haven't you?"

Geman Roque glanced up at Zhang Zhengfan and shook his bald head: "I was injured once before, but I was already healed!"

Zhang Zhengfan shook his head, and directly reached out and pressed it on Geman Luoke's mouth.

"What do you want to do!" a few orcs suddenly shouted, and hurried to enter the field to protect the chief.

Zhang Zhengfan didn't speak, but calmly made a stop gesture with his other hand.

"Stand down!" the old orc prophet, who was sitting next to Gman Rok, was furious and waved his hand directly.

The Minotaur Chief Aruji stood up and pushed aside a few orc guards: "Don't be foolish if you don't understand!

I saw the platinum light flowing slowly in the palm of Zhang Zhengfan's hand attached to Geman Roke's mouth, and Geman Roke's face twitched and sweated profusely.

"Hold back!" Zhang Zhengfan said softly: "This part of your pulse flow seems to have recovered, but it is actually extremely fragile. Therefore, although your Yuan Li Source has broken through the Holy Rank, you can still only exert the strength of the Holy Rank. I'll help you fix this flow. But you have to hold back the pain!"

"Sail...... His Majesty...... Exhaust...... Although, with the ...... Feel free!" Geman Roque didn't know that Zhang Zhengfan was helping him, endured the pain of pulling tendons from his wrist bones, grinned his fangs, and said in a trembling voice.

Everyone here was even more shocked, I haven't heard of this skill before!

"Smack!" a muscle in the mouth of Ge Man Roke exploded. Blood was pouring out, but his pained face seemed to be much lighter.

The platinum light in Zhang Zhengfan's hand flashed again, "Poof!" Geman Roque spat out a thick black blood clot.

The orc next to him, Shì Wei's eyes were red, and the green tendons of his hand holding the hilt of the knife were clenched out. Gasping for breath, he was on the verge of an outburst.

"It's done!" Zhang Zhengfan then used his divine power to guide Geman Luoke's Yuan Force to circulate in his body. A faint smile. A surging platinum light suddenly enveloped Gman Roke.

"This ...... The legendary healing hand?" asked the minotaur shaman Igutu, looking at Mortiri.

Mortiere smiled and nodded, looking proud!

"Boom!" sounded, and the platinum light had not yet dissipated. A thick fighting spirit that intimidated the world rose up, and the golden fighting spirit soared into the sky, exuding a dignified momentum that was proud of the world.

The ten battle rings are gone, and only a whirlpool of golden fighting spirit flowing in the body remains, Geman Luo Ke looked up to the sky and laughed, and the sound shook the four fields, but what was left in the corner of his eyes was clearly tears!

How many years of hard work. How many years of silent endurance, is it not for this moment......

Break through the Holy Steps and step into the demigods!

Zhang Zhengfan smiled and walked back to his seat and sat down, then looked at Geman Luoke, who was still overjoyed, and said, "Geman." Don't show off, you have to treat me to a drink of purple lù juice today!"

"Hahahaha!" Geman Roque laughed and withdrew his vindictive spirit, and waved his hand boldly: "I didn't say it." The purple lù juice in Ori City is all crowned!"

A smile appeared on the face of the old orc prophet, it was appreciation, relief, and even a faint jī movement, the orc clan finally came out of the strong man who thought that he had surpassed the holy rank!

"Bang Bang Bang!" I saw a flash of light and shadow, and one of the few orcs who were babbling just now was slapped on the head.

Geman Roke's figure slowly revealed at this time: "Usually you are too indulgent, right? You dare to shout here, why are you stunned, don't you carry purple lù juice to the crown!

Geman Roke scolded and looked at a few orcs: "Did you hear that?"

"Yes. Yes!" a few shì guards grinned, nodded upright, and carried the purple lù juice upside down.

"These boys owe it to clean up, so that Fan Mian will laugh!" Geman Roque laughed and walked back to his seat, raising his hand to be a bowl: "Come, I'm a rough man, I can't say thank you, this bowl, I salute the crown!"

Zhang Zhengfan smiled and raised the purple lù juice and drank a glass with Geman Roke.

"Everyone, let's talk about it in the evening!" Gman Roque filled another bowl and turned around the room: "Now, drink!"

A lively feast with ups and downs.

After eating and drinking, Gmanrok arranged for the leaders of the clans to rest for a while and prepare for the evening meeting.

And he mysteriously led Zhang Zhengfan out.

"Mother, where is this Sail Crown?" Melrose asked, looking curiously at Mortire.

Mortiri smiled slightly, "In Ori City, the mage tower built for sails has been repaired to the twentieth floor. The last time I came, Ge Man was still talking to me, and this time he must have taken the sail to see his mage tower. It can also be regarded as showing the heart of the tribe to the sails. ”

"Twenty floors, so high?" Cyril said with a smile, "There has never been such a tall mage tower in the whole continent, right? Back then, the god-level mage tower was only fifteen floors. ”

"How many people like this are there in the whole continent?" Mortiri smiled.

"Kuhl, Markey, Ponlo, Jim, Bem!" In front of a white, towering mage tower, Zhang Zhengfan looked at the few people standing at the door of the mage tower and shouted loudly.

"See Your Majesty!" said Kull, who had a calm face, and took the majestic and majestic Marki, Pang Luo, and two dwarven brothers, half-kneeling, and said in a trembling voice.

As soon as they raised their hands, everyone was pulled up by a force.

Zhang Zhengfan hugged Kuer and said: "Fifteen years, fifteen years no see, I miss you very much!"

Kull and the others had tears on their faces: "Your Majesty, we miss you too!"

After hugging everyone, Zhang Zhengfan calmed down and smiled appreciatively: "It's all eighth-order, okay!"

"We have limited qualifications and low expectations. Kuhl and the others said with some embarrassment.

At the beginning, they were by Zhang Zhengfan's side, and in less than two months, they had already rushed from the strength of the third and fourth orders to the strength of the sixth and seventh orders. But after fifteen years of separation, he only reached the eighth-order strength. This made Kuhl and others feel very guilty. Especially in the Bisè Homeland, in a short period of time, the Holy Rank has come out one after another, and the people of the Eighth Order and the Ninth Order have grabbed a handful, which makes Kul and the others a little lost and scared - Your Majesty, do you remember us?

But they really aren't to blame. With their strength, they are now considered first-class players on the mainland. It's just that they use Zhang Zhengfan's freak as a reference to compare, which is equivalent to falling into a pit and not being able to get up.

"You're already pretty good. Zhang Zhengfan smiled: "Have confidence." When you get home, roll in the gravity training array, and make sure you swoop up again!"

"Yes!" Kull and the others suddenly smiled, and promised with a sworn face: "We will definitely work hard!"

After waiting for fifteen years, I finally waited for the crown to come down! And let them go to Bisè Homeland, this kind of good thing, there is no place to find it! Now who in the mainland doesn't know, Bisè Homeland is the cradle of the strong, this famous and famous holy order, where is the most? Isn't it the most Bisè homeland!

"Your Majesty, you can't favor one over the other, you see, this mage tower is specially built for you!" Geman Roke stepped forward and laughed: "Your gravity training array and magic training array, do you have to let us get rid of it?"

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Zhengfan patted Geman Roke on the shoulder and smiled: "No problem, I will contribute the two training formations, and when the time comes, the tribe brothers want to build a few and build a few." To be honest, I wish there were more masters in our tribe!"

"I love to hear that!" Geman Roke suddenly laughed and waved his hand: "Let's go, I'll take you in and have a look, this is built by the tribe with great strength, a full twenty floors! There is no taller mage tower in the whole continent!"

"Good!" Zhang Zhengfan smiled.

How could he not hear what Geman Roque said? Therefore, he was also happy to accept this kindness! Even though he had now created his own Bisè homeland, in the eyes of the tribes, it was nothing more than one more branch of the tribe, and who would really regard the Bisè homeland as a person outside the tribe? Not before, and in the future, naturally it will not be!

Personally accompanied by Geman Roke, Kuer and the others took Zhang Zhengfan and them to climb this unique mage tower layer by layer.

Simple, sturdy, spacious and functional!

This is Zhang Zhengfan's evaluation of this mage tower from the bottom of his heart!

The entire cylindrical mage tower can be said to be a condensation of the tribe's top building technology! Whether it is the selection of building materials, or the interior layout and decoration, you can see the unique techniques and techniques of the tribes. This made Zhang Zhengfan secretly moved in his heart. With the economic strength of the tribe, he actually built such a mage tower for himself at any cost, no matter what his original intention was, it had to be said to be a heavy gift and favor.

This also made Zhang Zhengfan even more convinced that his choice was right! He was still a member of the tribe after all.

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