Chapter 131 Each one’s own battlefield!

On the fifth level of the maze, in the center of the Skull-Breaking Tribe’s camp, there was a lot of chattering and noise.

The short goblins were fighting. The unlucky loser would not only be laughed at by other goblins, but also thrown into a big pot by the big ogre to make soup.

Today's ogre tribe is as lively as ever!

However, unlike peacetime, the priests of the Skull-Crushing Tribe seemed to be quite busy.

The cloaked ogre high priest had his eyes closed, as if he was communicating with the spirits wandering between heaven and earth, or as if he was communicating with the "Big Stomach King" who dominated everything.

Suddenly he opened his bloodthirsty pupils and looked up at the chaotic sky. His old and hoarse voice trembled with excitement.

“Here it comes!”

That was the devil that came from afar.

The rations given to them by the King of Big Stomachs! He saw the prosperity in the oil pan!

Sitting upright on the throne of bones, Kasen Skullbreaker, whose belly was as thick as a city wall, grinned. His flesh-filled face was full of ferocity and desire for blood.

You came just in time!

He was just planning to fight the demon king to the death, but he didn't expect that guy to come to him! He stood up from the skeleton throne, shaking his fat body. He stretched out his palm as big as a palm fan, grabbed the war blade with iron chains, and shouted loudly.

“Prepare for battle!!”

The majestic shout resounded throughout the camp.

Both the ogre warriors and the short goblin followers took up their weapons and stood up, joining in the waving of flags and cheering.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

“Kill them!!!”

"Gob!!!"

…

The earth was shaking, the ogres were roaring, the human-skin war drums were thundering, and the wind and sand with the smell of blood were getting louder! The first to step into the teleportation array were Xino's troops.

After seeing that Luo Yan's minions were just a group of goblins, he was too lazy to delay for a moment and just wanted to end this boring battle quickly.

It's time to show some real skills!

He will let his father's former subordinates see clearly who the real demon king is! The light of the teleportation array flickered, and figures wearing heavy armor appeared one after another on the wasteland with blowing yellow sand.

The magic crystals of the teleportation array were quickly used up, but were soon replenished by the magic crystals carried by the heavy infantry.

The audience in the arena was so excited that they cheered and cheered for Shino Dragun.

Although Xino and his men were tens of thousands of kilometers away from the former, they could not hear anything.

But they can still feel the intention.

At the same time as Shino Dragun's army began to gather, the ogre tribe not far away also became restless.

Those barbarians who ate raw meat and drank blood were waving all kinds of weapons and cooking utensils, eager to pounce on the enemy's flesh and blood! Feeling the murderous aura coming through the screen, the judges in the spectator seats frowned slightly, as if they were back to the front line of hell.

They exchanged glances and whispered to each other.

"It feels wrong..."

"There's something strange about these ogres..."

"You discovered it too?"

"yes……"

They don't seem like cannon fodder troops.

Even if it was the case before, they who are standing here now are far away from the word cannon fodder!

Not only one person had this thought, almost all the judges had the same thought in their minds -

Their rating seems to be low.

However, despite this, no one raised any objection.

After all, such situations are actually very common. The data on paper are always for reference only, not to mention that it is just their subjective evaluation.

Moreover, in their opinion, even if they underestimated the strength of these ogres, the deviation would only be 0.5 points at most, no more.

The two sides fought head-on, and in the end, Shino Dragun's "Hellfire" heavy infantry regiment had the upper hand.

From the very beginning, this was a battle without suspense.

In the short time it took for a few people to whisper to each other, Shino Dragun's "Hellfire" heavy infantry regiment had assembled and marched to the outside of the ogre tribe's camp.

The group of ogres did not show any weakness either. They actually opened the gate of the village and formed a battle formation to confront the elite troops in front of them who possessed extraordinary powers!

Even though there were six silver-level demons standing in front of them, not a single ogre showed a panicked expression on their face.

All that burns in their eyes is killing and bloodthirstiness!

Riding on a giant warhorse, Xino Dragun raised the battle axe in his hand, and he was like a moving wall as he rode in front of the formation.

"For His Majesty the Demon! For the glory of the Dragun family! Kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

No fancy opening remarks.

He roared, and then rushed into the ogre's formation like a hurricane, carrying the dust raised by his horse's hooves.

Five hundred heavy swordsmen followed closely behind. The boiling sword energy on the blades was like the lances in the hands of knights, and their running legs were no less powerful than war horses! The two sides collided like two torrents of flesh and blood. The deafening shouts of killing resounded throughout the wilderness and ignited the blood of the audience in the arena.

Not only the audience from Shanghai thousands of miles away were watching, but also the players standing next to the thorn bushes and mushroom stalks.

Looking at the fierce battle between the heavy sword soldiers and the ogre army, the expressions on the players' faces were filled with shock and envy.

“Oh my god…”

"These guys are so well equipped!"

"It's a pity that the NPC store doesn't sell it."

"Damn it, our demon king is too weak!"

A group of people chattered and started to make arrangements.

Long Xing Wanli stared at the battlefield intently, feeling the blood boiling in his chest and wishing he could rush up to help.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, it is not impossible.

Even if there is no reward, it is great to get a piece of equipment back.

Seeing what the boss was thinking, the national server brother who was lying under Long Xing Wanli's crotch immediately fanned the flames.

"It feels like those heavy swordsmen are about to be at a disadvantage."

Qianli nodded seriously.

"Indeed... Five hundred against thousands feels like a stretch."

certainly.

Maybe this is just her preconceived stereotype.

Games are different from reality. The heavy infantrymen with extraordinary powers charged even more fiercely than cavalry.

After all, that is extraordinary power, and ordinary war horses really can't outrun them.

"Do you want to go up and help?" The national server brother said eagerly.

Although it was unclear where the group of heavily armored soldiers came from, the red names above the heads of the ogres were certain; they were all monsters with bounties on them.

Just when everyone in Longxing Tianxia was eager to try, all the players watching on the B5 floor suddenly received a pop-up message.

[Server Announcement: The ongoing battle on the B5 floor is a plot animation. Players are requested to keep a distance and not to enter the set. Violators will be banned for 30 days.]

Long Xing Baili: "What the hell!?"

The first pig in the national server: "Thirty days?!"

Everyone's hearts were immediately filled with cold water. Not to mention going up to help, they just wanted to stay away for fear of being misjudged.

Isn't this punishment too exaggerated? !

…

The fighting on the fifth level of the Thunder County maze was intense, while in the Black Wind Valley, on the other hand, the eve of a storm was brewing.

Directly south of the Black Wind Valley, on a hillside about three kilometers away, there is a ranch where hell goats are raised.

This is one of the many properties of the Dragun family, just like the castle located in the valley three kilometers away, the two are facing each other from afar.

But at this moment, the ownership of the property is no longer important.

A glorious duel between high-ranking demons is going on, just like a glorious war between human nobles... nothing is more important than this.

Therefore, Luo Yan unceremoniously requisitioned this hillside pasture, and as the demons usually do, he dismissed the onlookers and even requisitioned a few goats.

From a strategic point of view, there is a cliff to the north of the ranch, which faces the castle three kilometers away. There is no better place to set up artillery than here.

I believe that the Dragun family will not hold a grudge against me over the loss of a ranch.

After all, compared with what they are about to lose, this loss is just a drop in the bucket.

After passing through the teleportation array of the arena, the goblins carrying large and small bags arrived at the ranch one after another at Oak's urging.

These goblins were personally selected by him from the slave market in the Demon City, and the Demon King spent a full 1 million kyras on them! They may not be good soldiers, but they are definitely excellent craftsmen. Some of them used to work for the Hell Dwarves, and some even built roads and castles on the front line.

Oak, waving the whip, was like a chicken with blood injected, excited and nervous, shouting and urging.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Push your stuff to the cliff! Oak will teach you how to assemble it! Hurry up, Oak!"

"If anyone dares to lose a part, Oak will twist his head off!"

This was his first time on the battlefield.

Luo Yan could clearly see that he was a little too nervous and took out all his unnecessary emotions on his subordinates.

The commander is so nervous that even without the other side doing anything, his own people can become frightened birds.

That won't work.

Although Luo Yan did not expect this group of cowards to play a role on the front battlefield, it would be troublesome for him if they dropped their weapons and ran away when the enemy charged.

After all, he bought these goblins from the slave market in Magic City with his own money. Even if they were to die, they had to play some role.

So Luo Yan walked to Ou Ke's side, reached out and grasped the whip in the latter's hand, and then shouted for him in the latter's shocked and frightened eyes.

"Okay, guys, stop and look at me."

The goblins stopped one by one and looked at Luo Yan, who was wearing a cloak, with trepidation and fear in their eyes.

Just as he expected.

The goblins felt the same emotions as Oak at the moment, even twice as bad as him.

Luo Yan cleared his throat and continued in a casual tone.

"I know you're all confused right now. Yesterday you were sold like livestock in the slave market in Magic City with tags on your shoulders, and today you're inexplicably carrying bags from the arena to the battlefield... But life is like this, isn't it? It's always full of surprises, and you can never guess what's going to happen next, haha."

The main purpose of the jokes is to divert their attention and relax their tense nerves, so as not to make it seem like they are about to be rushed to the execution ground at the next second...even if this is indeed the execution ground.

Looking at the faces that were gradually calming down, Luo Yan changed the subject and continued.

"Listen, you should have realized where you stand and what to do next, but I don't want you to think too complicatedly."

"I never thought of asking you to charge like knights or rush like animals to consume the ammunition of the castle - because that is the job of goblins worth 100 kelas, and each of you is worth more than 1,000 kelas!"

When the words fell, Luo Yan could clearly feel that those pairs of gray pupils gradually brightened and the hope of life was rekindled.

These goblins don't care about being priced clearly. After all, they are born to be done this way, and have even changed hands several times in the slave market.

A Goblin of 1000 Keira is different from a Goblin of 100 Keira...

This seemed to be more convincing than any sweet talk, and instantly convinced them, who were originally anxious.

Luo Yan noticed this keenly, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There is no point in promising the dead.

If these guys don't even have hope of staying alive and are sure that they are just cannon fodder, then no matter how much he says about tomorrow, it will be useless.

But things are different now.

The desire to survive was burning in the hearts of every goblin, rather than just being panic-stricken about whether they could survive.

For them, Luo Yan can give them more things——

Like the reason for fighting.

"Do you understand? You are not cannon fodder, and I never intended to use you as cannon fodder. I hope you won't take the initiative to think so! Do you know why I chose you? Because you are different from other goblins. You have nimble hands, and wisdom and cunning that are not inferior to those of goblins... and these are exactly what I need!"

Looking at those pairs of eyes that were becoming brighter and brighter, he raised his loud voice and let the sound echo throughout the entire pasture.

"I hope you all can survive and come with me to my Demon Lord's territory!"

"There, you don't have to wait for tomorrow like slaves, and you don't have to be afraid of the future that you can never guess! Not only do you have your own nest to sleep in, but you also have meat to eat and wine to drink, just like the goblins walking on the streets of the Magic City!"

"You can do everything they can do! You can even do more than them! Because they are just goblins at best, and you——"

"It's a coward!!!"

That was a word that Luo Yan came up with on a whim. It was not a real race in this world, but a game he created on Earth in his previous life.

This is what impromptu speeches are all about. You have a general direction in mind and say what the audience wants to hear most based on their reactions.

Luo Yan needed such a word to distinguish one group of goblins from another group of goblins and make them aware of their differences.

What Luo had not expected was that the reaction of the goblins in front of him would be so strong. Their excited cheers seemed to resonate with him.

Amid the deafening cheers, a brand new tribe was born...

Just like how the goblins drew a clear line between themselves and the goblins.

Luo Yan suddenly realized that he seemed to have become an inventor of a race unintentionally.

"Coward!!!"

“Ohhhhh!!!”

"Long live the Demon King!!!"

"Cowardly!! Cowardly!!!"

The goblins roared excitedly, cheering their new names and cheering for the Demon King who had given them a new life.

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It's not just them—

Even Ouke shouted excitedly, and he was even more excited than when Luo Yan praised him for being smarter than the goblins! After his home, he found something new -

The name of that thing is belonging!

Or a sense of identity!

The outline of a race called "Niubula" is gradually emerging, and it only lacks a few victories or legends to fill its temporarily empty skeleton with flesh and blood.

It's not even just the losers.

Even the little devil herdsmen who were hiding in the distance and watching the fun had their desire ignited, with envy in their eyes.

Even goblins can have a life with meat and wine...

Why does it sound more comfortable than working under Master Kamu Dragon?

Not to mention Master Dragun, the Demon Territory described by the Demon King sounds just like the Demon City! Although the Black Wind Valley is only a hundred kilometers away from the Demon City, it is not the Demon City after all.

The little demons here are just like serfs, and they are "atomized" serfs, without even a big "condensation nucleus".

Under the almost fanatical gazes, the figure who suddenly became tall and majestic continued speaking.

"Remember! You who are standing here today are not only fighting for me, but also for yourselves! For endless meat and wine! For a lousy tomorrow!"

Pairs of pupils burned with enthusiasm, and the short goblins burst into shouts that far exceeded their tiny bodies.

It was as if they were all giants standing here! "We will follow the Demon King till death!!!"

"Very good." Luo Yan nodded approvingly, and under Ouke's admiring gaze, returned the command to him.

He was no longer nervous at this moment.

The pair of pupils that originally showed fear and hesitation even glowed with a light of fearlessness.

Looking at the sudden change in Ouke, Luo Yan felt quite touched.

Although he had always been a good speaker, it was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that the power of faith could be so strong.

"It looks like you guys have rested enough. Now do as my subordinates tell you and assemble the parts next to you into our cannon!"

"Let those demons see a cowardly roar!"

"Ohhhh!!!" The goblins present were as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They were all full of energy and no longer procrastinating like before.

Not even just motivated.

They also demonstrated unparalleled creativity and initiative.

Oak simply explained the assembly steps to them, and they quickly grasped the key points with their own brains.

They themselves are the craftsmen among the goblins.

It’s just that he has never assisted the magicians of Xuebang, and he doesn’t have as rich knowledge and experience as Oak.

There was a busy noise on the battlefield.

The methods of assembling artillery and building artillery positions spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred... Soon, a thousand "cowards" all had their own jobs to do and started working enthusiastically on the positions.

Seeing that he was no longer needed here, Luo Yan said with a smile.

"I'll get you some roast goats."

Anyway, it’s not his own.

Just as he was walking towards the cattle shed on the ranch, several little devil herders hiding in the dark suddenly flew over, smiled ingratiatingly in front of him, and stammered.

"Sir, let us help you bake."

Luo Yan was slightly stunned.

“Is this appropriate?”

There are "eyes" in the sky watching us. It goes without saying that the people from the Dragun family are also watching.

They might not mind if the demon kings killed a few sheep, but they might not be so kind to the serfs under their control.

A few little demons laughed.

"It's okay, it's okay. We will say that you forced us to do it for you!"

“That’s right!”

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Or you can just take us away!"

Unexpectedly, he could pick up a few traitors at the same time. Luo Yan laughed and waved his hand.

"Okay, from now on, you are all prisoners for spying for the garrison! Go make a fire!"

The little devils' eyes lit up.

That’s a good excuse!

"I'll go get some firewood!"

"There are spices in the kitchen, I'll get them!"

"Pot! Bring the pot too!"

Looking at the busy little devils, Luo Yan smiled and found a place to sit down.

It seems that he doesn't need to roast the whole lamb himself.

…

The battlefield in Black Wind Valley was bustling with activity, and the arena in Demon City was also bustling with noise.

The fight on the fifth floor of the maze became intense, and it was difficult to tell who would win. The limelight in the arena was soon stolen by the Black Wind Valley.

The host standing on the podium was speechless, not knowing what to say for a moment... because he really couldn't understand what those goblins were doing.

And the audience seemed to not need him to speak at all, as the noisy discussions that came one after another had already said everything he had not said.

certainly--

None of this is the most surprising.

The most incredible thing is that the demon king’s mobilization speech not only incited the goblins on the battlefield, but also incited the goblins in the audience.

“Coward!!”

"Coward!!!"

The group of goblins born in the Magic City were yelling and chattering, their eyes full of excitement, as if they were standing on the screen, as if they were the cowards.

Because these snotty-nosed guys were too uncultured and "ungrateful", the surrounding demons and monsters all looked at them with disgust.

"These are a bunch of fools."

"He was just bragging, but you took it seriously."

"Heh... I think His Majesty the Demon God is too kind to them."

But apart from those sour complaints, there were also many demons casting admiring glances at the huge cubic cone screen.

"As expected of a graduate of Demon King Academy, you are really good at talking."

"It's a pity that war is not a game of words."

"Are they repairing the fortifications?"

"It's strange that the attackers are building fortifications. Are they planning to lay siege to the city?"

"Are you assembling a trebuchet?"

"It doesn't look like much. It looks a bit like a human cannon."

Cannons are not rare things. Just like human muskets, although they pose a certain threat to fortresses, they are not that powerful.

Generally speaking, only a sufficient number of cannons in a protracted bombardment can pose a sufficient threat to a fixed fortress.

Judging from the supplies carried by the Red Army, there were obviously not that many ammunition.

The judges in the audience seats were also whispering, wondering if they had given this group of goblins too low a score.

They don't seem to be cannon fodder.

"What is this thing called a coward?"

"Have you heard of it?"

"No……"

The VIP box on the top floor of the auditorium.

Staring intently at the big screen, Caesar Colin's eyes became more and more appreciative.

Different from the other audience members present.

He is the military minister of the cabinet, so naturally, what he values ​​is different from other demons.

Being able to make the lowest goblins burst out with a fighting spirit that is not inferior to that of regular troops in such a short time! This guy is a talent! It is a waste of talent to let him command a group of goblins! Caesar, who had fought on the front line, knew very well that some things can be done by magic, while some things are beyond the scope of magic.

For example, what he saw before him was clearly not in the realm of magic.

But faith!

It’s unbelievable that he actually made a group of cowardly goblins have faith!

"He is a human, right?" Caesar suddenly looked at Principal Ivan beside him and spoke with sharp eyes.

Principal Ivan was slightly stunned and nodded.

"Yes...what's wrong?"

Caesar said with a smile.

"Nothing, I was just thinking... should I choose a childless member from a branch family to give him the First Embrace."

Upon hearing these words, Principal Ivan could no longer hold back, and the burning fire in his soul became trance.

"Uh, I don't recommend that."

Caesar frowned.

"Why?"

Principal Alvin hesitated for a long time before he could utter a few words.

"Hasn't the Padrich family already taken a fancy to him? Of course, you don't have to care about their opinions, but I think you should reconsider it..."

What he wants to watch is the war of succession and the counterattack of the illegitimate child, not a family ethics drama!

Although Caesar did not say it explicitly, he understood his former student too well.

When he was young, he liked to breed everywhere. Now that he is old, he doesn't like to do it himself. But I heard that he is not idle and has been arranging things for the younger generations of the clan...

"That's perfect," Caesar said with a smile, "He's just an ordinary person. Now that he has the status of a branch of the Colin family, I think the Padrich family will only be happy."

Of course, he had other plans, such as introducing him to his precious granddaughter.

Compared to the succubus of the Padrich family, the vampires of the Colin family are more attractive and more powerful no matter how you look at it.

Seeing through his thoughts at a glance, Principal Ivan felt like sweating.

Although he hasn't sweated for a long, long time since he became a lich...

"I think my opinion is very important...it would be better if you ask him."

"Of course. A forced Piranha fruit isn't sweet," Caesar said with a laugh. "You can give me a hint. If you're not interested, forget it. I won't force you."

Ivan was stunned for a moment.

Is there anything sweet in that thing?

He hasn't tasted food for a long, long time since he became a lich.

(End of this chapter)