"Hey, you bunch of idiots, get the hell out of here!"
The one revealing this capitalist-like face was a black dragon, who was reprimanding the young geniuses and driving them up the city wall.
"Young people should be tempered more. When you're young, you don't know... It's not that saying. If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll regret it when you're old."
"If you don't take advantage of your youth and drive to strive now, you'll regret it when you see those who were once inferior to you surpassing you one by one."
"There's a bastard out there, go and kill him!"
Su Qing discovered something and immediately pointed in a direction, sending a brilliant genius at the peak of his abilities up there.
It was a magnificent bear-man, its body, surrounded by wisps of blood-red aura, bursting with surging power.
He is slaughtering the soldiers around him.
This genius was driven up and fought against the bear-men.
Then, Su Qing assigned other geniuses one by one.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the opponents that those geniuses faced were all somewhat weaker than them, with only one exception: Javi.
Having only recently advanced to the Glorious Realm, he now had to face a veteran orc at the tenth level of the Glorious Realm, which made him pale and inwardly curse.
That wicked dragon must have done it on purpose; it must have recognized me, and it's taking revenge.
Javi thought bitterly.
Of course, he was clearly overthinking it. If Su Qing had really recognized him, she would never have retaliated in such a joking way.
It's simply because he was the last one.
Su Qing glanced at the battlefield, then suddenly raised an eyebrow and looked sharply into the distance.
A figure was flying towards him.
It was a minotaur, covered in green fur and with blood-red eyes.
It was clearly a title.
Su Qing looked around and saw that there were no other titles available, so it seemed that he would have to take it on himself!
He instantly spread his wings and took flight, meeting the minotaur.
The "Niu Ren" (牛人) are a race of people with immense strength and thick skin.
However, most orcs share this characteristic, and the Minotaur race is not particularly noteworthy among them.
However, the Minotaur race is among the largest in number among the Orcs. Apart from a few races like the Pigmen, which have exceptionally high reproductive rates and can outnumber the Minotaur, very few other races can reach half the number of the Minotaur.
In terms of overall strength, the Minotaur race is considered a powerful race among the orcs, possessing three kings, making them quite formidable.
Su Qing's fist collided with the minotaur's fist, and two terrifying forces clashed.
The minotaur's ferocious expression instantly turned into one of horror.
That kid is incredibly strong!
With a crack, the minotaur's hard finger bones made a shattering sound, producing cracks.
The excruciating pain caused the minotaur to howl, and Su Qing seized the opportunity to whip out his tail, his fists raining down like raindrops.
After less than ten moves, the adorable minotaur was captured alive.
Su Qing grabbed his prisoner, turned back to the city wall, ran back to his room, and hurriedly summoned the wooden box.
"Can you bewitch him?"
Su Qing, carrying the minotaur, looked at the wild goddess with anticipation.
The God of Wildness seemed somewhat bewildered, as if he hadn't yet realized what was going on.
When she came to her senses, she was speechless: "What do you mean by bewitching? I was just helping them get rid of their filthy faith in the Beast God!"
Su Qing nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you're right. So, can you actually bewitch him?"
The minotaur was severely injured, but still conscious. Seeing the scene before him, his eyes widened in shock: "You are...!"
Su Qing immediately removed a stool leg and used it to gag him.
After a brief moment of consideration, the Wild Goddess nodded: "I can give it a try!"
There are two types of believers: one is self-believers, who believe in a certain deity themselves and generate the purest power of faith.
Another type is the selfless believer, who does not actually believe in this deity, but under the influence of some external force, comes to believe in this deity.
The power of faith generated under such circumstances is not so pure, but the advantage is that such believers will never betray you.
Because they have lost their sense of self.
The Wild Goddess intended to convert this minotaur into a follower of selflessness.
After all, a titled follower is a rare commodity for her now.
In fact, she was already quite surprised that the dragon didn't cut off the minotaur's head to exchange for battle merits.
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Su Qing had no idea what that woman was thinking, and even if she did, she would only give a cold laugh.
He's not stupid. It's obvious which is more worthwhile: a battle achievement or a living, titled combatant.
Moreover, once this woman becomes powerful, his plans will be easier to implement.
Watching the woman construct a magic circle, gradually imprinting her faith pattern onto the minotaur's body.
Su Qing turned and left the room, returning to the city wall.
After half a day of fighting, the orcs gradually retreated, leaving behind corpses scattered everywhere.
Su Qing's men suffered considerable losses, with over a thousand dead. This was largely thanks to the strong assistance of those young geniuses; otherwise, the losses would have been even greater.
Of course, the rewards were also substantial, even at the cost of the trade.
Once converted into points, it will amount to a full 12,000 points, enough to redeem a considerable amount of rare resources.
Several other lines of defense also reaped considerable benefits.
In contrast, the orcish army camp in the distance was noticeably less motivated than before.
The orcs suffered heavy losses in this battle, most notably the fall of a titled warrior. Although no body was found, his complete disappearance from the battlefield symbolized his demise.
The Bull King's face was grim, because the deceased, a member of his clan, was a titled member.
"Which area is Niu Asan in charge of? With his strength, even if he can't win, he should be able to escape. Could his opponent be a powerful expert who has comprehended three or four profound techniques?"
Niu Renwang questioned, "Although there have been several battles before, those who have fallen are only those who have achieved glory and brilliance. Very few have died at the peak of glory, and those at the title level have been completely unharmed. Yet, in this battle, a title level expert has suddenly died."
This was something they couldn't accept for a while.
"It's the 53rd defense line on the other side, and it seems to be under the command of the Dragon Alliance."
A fox-person spoke up, revealing what he knew.
"The leader of the Dragon Alliance is a black dragon. Its exact identity is not very clear, but it seems to hold a high position and has some connection with the temple. Its bloodline has not been developed to the title level, but its combat power is stronger than that of an ordinary titled dragon."
"I don't care about any of that!"
Bull King snorted coldly: "Next time, let Bull Zhan attack that defensive line. He has comprehended three profound mysteries and is about to construct them into rules. Dealing with that black dragon should not be a problem!"
Xiong Rensan, who was standing to the side, also spoke up: "Let Xiong Zhuang go too. The two of them working together should be able to take care of that black dragon."
Su Qing was unaware that he had already caught the attention of two kings. At this moment, he was receiving a batch of his backup supplies.
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