The people here call it the Terrible Continent of the Sinful People. Yes, at least you still remember that on that continent, what we worry about every day is how to feed the people and how to protect the young children from the cold wind in winter.

Survive the plague in spring, the heat and humidity in summer, and the hordes of crazy monsters in autumn."

"At least you still remember when we were chasing a strange sea beast in vain in the empty sea water, looking for the rare green moss on a yellow cliff, and carefully picking up every drop of moss in the red field.

How about the food scene? What hard days, what long years. We survived, we persisted, we operated for a long time, we planned for a long time, and we carefully calculated how many old people should commit suicide every day to save food rations.

And let their bodies be used as food rations to feed two or three little devils. We carefully calculated the impact that the consumption of each grain of food might have on our plans. In the long dark night, we leaders were preparing for what we should do tomorrow.

How much food rations should be provided to the people while tossing and turning."

"Finally, after careful calculation and a long wait, on the eve of the time when the divine power of darkness suppressed the divine power of light, we had an extra 600,000 people, 600,000 tribesmen to die for, and 600,000 for

The tribesmen who activated the "Dark Moon Curse" and came to the "Sacred City" to die. Their blood, their flesh, their souls, and their resentments converged under the heavy foundation of the "Sacred City" to form the most terrifying curse in the world.

Taking advantage of the perfect opportunity of the solar eclipse, we eliminated the damn divine blessing of the 'Sacred City'."

"Imagine how shameless our five main races are, climbing up the Dragon Cliff with their knees, just to beg the damn, arrogant, but ignorant dragon race to unite with us and help

We attack the city of God. You, the proud Hades, Brad, the powerful knight with blood as his title, are crying loudly on the dragon cliff; you, the stubborn dwarf leader Thunder Hammer, are there like a clown begging for mercy from the dragon clan.

; You, the elegant ancient elf Yastatuka, in order to get the support of Dak's little black dragon, you sacrificed the guardian treasure of your elves; as for Bill, Uncle Bill, who taught me martial arts since childhood, how about you? Noble

The heir to the purest bloodline of the Beast God became a slave on Dragon Cliff, a slave who cleans the cave for them."

"As for you, my father, how do you behave in front of the Dragon Clan?"

The faces of the five leaders turned purple, and Brad's face was originally red, but now it was almost dripping with blood. They looked at the picture angrily, looking at the most embarrassing thing in their lives.

The exposed picture. Fortunately, there are no other subordinates here, otherwise, they would definitely join forces to kill the unlucky guy who heard their scandal.

Thunder Hammer stood up unsteadily, staring at Tu with his drunken eyes, and whispered: "That's enough, Tu, what are you talking about? Are you scolding us old guys for their scandals? You yourself are in the dragon

Didn't you turn their eggs for them for a month on the cliff? Didn't you turn over tens of thousands of dragon eggs one by one as if you were taking care of your own children? Have you ever done such a despicable thing?

?What qualifications do you have to criticize us for our mistakes?"

Tu took a step forward fiercely. The strong murderous aura emanating from his body scared Thunder Hammer and sat back down in his seat. However, the height where he sat down was about the same as the height when he stood up, so no one noticed.

He was embarrassed. Tu said angrily: "Yes, we have all made such a big sacrifice and made such a big effort. What is our goal?"

Ming; Brad nodded thoughtfully, opened his mouth and spat blood-red spit on the ground. With a 'squeak' sound, a small hole was corroded on the ground. He muttered: "Yes,

What is our purpose? To conquer the 'City of God'? Is that right? Our goal at that time was the 'City of God'. There are too many of you humans, so every time you send people out to die in order to fight for the faint hope.

We may be able to defeat him by accident, but aren't we all carefully conserving our strength according to the plan we came up with? We don't have so much manpower to risk our lives."

Tu roared loudly, blood-red fighting spirit filled his body, and his long hair rushed straight into the sky: "Yes, 'City of Gods', this damn castle, this monster that has swallowed countless lives. We

For so many years, the purpose of our existence has been to defeat him. But, why do we want to kill the 'Sacred City'? Why do we need to conquer the 'Sacred City'? Just to spend the winter in the 'Sacred City'? Just to come here to eat and eat.

Do you want to drink? Just to come here and let our people fight and kill each other?"

Tu glanced at the five leaders fiercely. The wine glasses in the hands of the five leaders were placed on the table at some point, and each of them began to think about it. Bill muttered in his mouth: "You bastard boy,

If we hadn't taught you a lesson since childhood, I would have made you look good now. Did you teach us this way? The four of us are considered your teachers, and old Botu is still your father."

He let out a long breath, dispersed the fighting spirit that was emitting a dazzling red light, and gently adjusted the black tight-fitting samurai uniform on his body. Tu looked at his clothes in a funny way, and whispered:

"Yes, conquering the 'Sacred City' has given us so much hope, so much encouragement, so much comfort. On that continent, it is impossible for us to expect such luxurious clothes, nor to expect such rich and delicious food."

.The most delicious meal of meat in my memory was the muscle on my arm that my grandfather assigned to me after he died... It was so delicious, a delicious meal that I bought with the life of my own relatives."

The barbecue in Thunder Hammer's hand hit the ground hard, and he had no appetite to eat it.

Tu looked at them with a sneer and whispered: "Isn't it a bit hard to look back? It's really weird. Our goal is to conquer this castle, but what are the lessons of our ancestors? What are the precepts passed down from generation to generation? To us

As far as I can remember, what was the first lesson we learned? To deepen our impression, it was when we were beaten to pieces and we were asked to shout loudly."

"Human race, return to the God-given grassland."

"Elf, you must return to the forest of the Holy Spirit."

"Dwarves, have you forgotten the golden hills with countless treasures?"

"Orcs, what a warm and moist wild swamp."

"As for you, the immortal, who gives us guidance, the great Hades; Teacher Brad, have you forgotten the underground sanctuary of the Hades? That majestic city that once made the Holy Spirits of the entire continent admire and fear, that has

An altar with endless power of Hades, can it be called the most mysterious and mysterious temple of Hades on the continent?"

Tu gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and the joints all over his body made a snapping sound. He said in a low voice: "No, I have not forgotten. You have instilled all this in me since I was a child. You told me that

, one day, we must get back those things, those things that belong to us. How much blood we shed, how many tears we shed, how much effort we put in, how much hard work we put in, the souls of our ancestors are in the 'Forgotten Continent'

How many years have we been crying and wailing before we conquered the 'City of God'?"

With one punch, the blood-red fighting energy gathered in the air and formed a circle of spreading ripples. In the center of the ripples, a punch like a giant dragon surged out. The five leaders hurriedly dodged to avoid the ripples.

Dao Quan Feng, Tu had already smashed the pine wood table and all the food and wine on it with one punch. He roared loudly: "But you, my most respected elders, will be satisfied after you get the 'Sacred City',

You are satisfied with the materials here, you are satisfied with the enjoyment here, you are satisfied with everything here.”

"You have no hope to continue moving forward, you have no motivation to continue moving forward. Today, you told me that you will spend the winter here; tomorrow, you will say that we will wait until we recharge our batteries here and accumulate more strength.

Go attack those pampered humans; okay, wait, wait, wait day by day. Our people are lost in the abundant food, they have fallen in the luxury they have never enjoyed, a sharp steel knife, has

Covered with rust."

"Look, over the past few days, the orcs and dwarves have had more than seventy fights over the fight for spirits, and more than two thousand people have been killed and injured. This is a shame. Over the past few days, there have been fifteen fights between humans and elves over the fruits.

During the fight, more than a hundred adult elves were seriously injured, and more than two hundred of our elite human warriors lost their fighting ability. This is the consequence of us staying in the 'City of Gods'."

"Waiting, waiting, waiting day by day, waiting for the garrison of the 'Sacred City' to be reorganized, waiting for them to get sufficient supplies again, waiting for the seven kingdoms on the mainland to form a coalition again, waiting for them to launch a continent-wide mobilization order to form

An army of five million, ten million, twenty million, or thirty million people will come to fight us. They have enough people. If they are willing, in fifteen years, they can double the population or even

Twice. And we are still consuming our own combat power here in the 'City of Gods'."

"The food here is enough to feed all of us for ten years? Huh? Yes, ten years. But ten years from now, will our warriors still be the warriors they are now? No, just like Uncle Thunder Hammer, they will become a bunch of drunkards

, a group of villains who soaked in liquor and talked in their sleep, went crazy in the middle of the night and destroyed all the nearby houses. They are no longer warriors."

"Why can we easily conquer the 'Sacred City' this time and easily repel their garrison? Because of the difficult environment, all our soldiers are stronger, more powerful, and more lethal than their soldiers.

But when our soldiers get used to such a generous life, they will be drained of their marrow and will eventually be unable to fight anymore."

Tu looked coldly at the five leaders who were dripping with sweat, looked at their gradually waking eyes, looked at their gradually straightening bodies, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He said harmoniously: "Father, uncles

, I want to calculate with you, since we relied on Uncle Brad's careful plan to get back here, then we also have to rely on his wisdom to give us guidance... Calculate, if we get back the gift of God

Plains, we start to multiply our descendants and train new warriors, what do we need?"

Streams of viscous red liquid seeped out from Hades' skin, and his body shivered slightly. Gradually, black smoke enveloped his body again, and he reached out and grabbed his hanging

The helmet on the back of the chair was gently put on his head. After a long time, he said in a shuddering tone: "With our current population base, in the same fifteen years, the seven empires on the mainland will

, their population can reach a terrifying number of more than one billion. This is based on my calculation based on their current standard of only 400 million people. In fact, their population can only be more... And we, the human race, have the largest number, only five

One and a half million, of which 2.3 million are women. They give birth to one child a year. After fifteen years, including those babies and the elderly who do not need to commit suicide, there will be only more than 30 million people. At most, only four will be able to fight.

One million people, many of whom are still new soldiers, cannot be compared with the current 900,000 elite young and middle-aged people."

Everyone in the room trembled. Ming Blade whispered: "After we resurrect King Desi, we can restore our race's reproductive capacity. However, in fifteen years, we can only have a hundred at most.

Famous tribesmen, this is the result of a great consumption of our king's power. As for your three tribes, your reproductive power is not as good as that of humans. Fifteen years later, our five races combined will have about... 50 million

people?"

Tu drank in a deep voice: "At that time, they could devote all their efforts to organize people between the ages of fifteen and sixty, and organize a super-large army of 300 million people. With the training of the 'Sacred City' garrison, they

Our individual strength will approach us. Then, just like before the War of Gods, when humans used human sea tactics to drown the dragons, we will also suffer such a disaster. No matter how powerful we are, how many enemies can we kill alone?

?”

Potu finally spoke again. He stammered: "So, then, Tu, what do you think we should do?"

Tu let out a long breath and whispered: "While our current strength still exceeds theirs, while they have not yet mobilized, and while most of their members are still ordinary civilians,

Taking advantage of the opportunity that our weakest women have the strength of their mid-level officers... We must first eliminate the army of the 'God City', and then, we take back the God-given grassland. We must conquer at least one or two empires.

territory, and use their manpower to develop our power."

Tu's eyes flashed with a terrible light, and he said gloomily: "Killing all their men and their women will allow our tribe to multiply. The number of our tribe will increase rapidly, and we are now

The elites will continue to attack, attack, and attack again, using crazy attacks to destroy their troops and eliminate their consciousness of resistance. With our constantly replenishing troops, no matter how tenacious their resistance is, one day we will get

dominion over the entire continent."

Ming; Brad applauded heavily, and he cheered loudly: "Tu, you are the best. I said, what you said is simply a wonderful advance plan, and it will definitely succeed. At least they won't save too much now."

The powerful military strength is simply not enough to withstand our resistance."

Potu patted Tu's shoulder vigorously, and he said proudly: "Yes, Tu, maybe you are the best among the young people of all races. You are my pride, you are the pride of our human race.

You've always been the best, I believe that."

Bill proudly pointed to his big nose and boasted: "Don't you see who taught him boxing and heavy weapons since he was a child? The students Bill taught must be the best."

The old elf and the old dwarf almost jumped into the sky, and they also competed for their contribution to Tu. After all, this was the only fun they had on that continent in the past.

Tu nodded gently, strode to the window of the mage tower, pointed to a drunken hill giant outside and crushed a house with his foot, and shouted loudly: "Well, everyone, please

Rectify your own people. Just today, let them recover into the most terrifying warriors. I, Tu Saluka, will lead them to attack the divine city garrison who are still delaying outside the city, and then wipe out the entire continent.
To be continued...