Chapter 106 The Wild Seventeen Kingdoms in the Northern Territory

   Hundreds of miles away from the border area of ​​the dark swamp, the mighty human army is striding forward along the river.

  At a glance, there are hundreds of thousands of people wearing iron armor, and as many as millions of people wearing leather armor. The boats filled with food covering the sky almost cover the entire river.

   Iron armor, crossbows, big swords, and violence are their most prominent symbols.

  Where the march swept, all intelligent races other than humans were wiped out. Even the humans that existed here were mostly reduced to slaves and rewarded to brave warriors.

   "Drink! Cheers!"

  On the largest ship, seventeen kings and hundreds of nobles gathered together to celebrate each other.

They wear armor that can brighten the blind, all of them are tall men over 1.8 meters tall, with wide-handled swords around their waists, and big axes, hammers or maces on their backs. Even if they are enjoying themselves, they never let go of themselves. weapons.

   They were full of beards, pouring a large cup of sweet wine into their mouths vigorously.

"Hahaha!"

   "Those dark races are really a bunch of waste. The army of nearly ten million was defeated by us within a few years. It's really not fun!"

   "It seems that we are still too conservative. After returning to China this time, we must make persistent efforts to wipe out those frost giants and make all their territories ours."

   "Do you think so?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  On the king's round table on the high platform, Nikolai Basov, the only imperial king of the Northland, slammed his clean wine glass on the table, his bearded face was extremely excited.

   "That's right! It's really too conservative!"

   "Those frost giants are not much stronger than these dark creatures. They eat a lot of thieves, and there is no logistics. We should press the whole army and drag them to death."

  "If they dare to fight decisively and stop sneaking, I will use my big ax to chop off their heads as my spoils of war."

  The kings of the other sixteen countries were talking about fighting and killing, and the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.

   "Drink! Drink! Keep drinking!"

   "If you don't drink up the 100 barrels of wine on this ship today, none of you will leave."

   "Hahahahaha!"

   "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

  The sound of wine glasses colliding together is endless.

   Gollum! grunt! grunt! grunt!

"Cool!"

  Cups and shadows intertwined, hot beauties with beautiful snake waists, wearing cool clothes, presented the dance that most seduced men's desires.

   The applause continued continuously.

From time to time, there is interest from a drunken nobleman, pulling out a big sword or taking out his own big axe, having a fight with a guy at the next table, and then in the victory, hugging a beautiful woman and laughing .

   "Get out of the way, get out of the way, I have an emergency report to His Majesty, get out of the way."

  The door was opened with a bang, and a nobleman walked into the wine hall anxiously against the cold wind.

  Push away the drunks one by one, and squeeze forward desperately.

   "Carlisle, didn't you take the Griffin Legion to find trouble with those dark races, why are you back?"

   "Come on, have a drink!"

  A burly man with hair on his face and arms thicker than the waist of an ordinary person hugged Carlisle who was pushing forward in a daze, and thrust his wine glass into Carlisle's mouth.

   Breaking free from the hug of this bear-like brother, Carlisle continued to push forward.

  Finally, after going through untold hardships and squeezing away one after another of the strong men who were stronger than bears, Carlisle finally came to the wine table of the kings of various countries.

   "Your Majesty, the giant dragon brought tens of thousands of dark creatures to kill."

   "We must prepare early!"

  The kings of the Seventeen Wilderness Kingdoms in the North were taken aback for a moment. What did they hear?

  A giant dragon brought tens of thousands of dark creatures to kill.

   Awakened instantly from his drunkenness, Nikolai Basov slapped down countless drinks and food on the table with a slap.

  Reveal the map before the kings of the North.

   That's right, they were eating and drinking with a map before.

   "Carlisle, are you sure you read it right?"

  Nikolai Basov carefully studied the map with his broad head, and said a little puzzled.

  Because of the ice and snow in the Northland, half of the year is winter, resources are scarce, food is scarce, and there are almost no other specialties except steel and fur.

  Therefore, the number of dark creatures coming towards them was the least at the beginning. After several waves of raids, almost all of those dark creatures were killed.

   Even if they were not killed, most of them were starved to death.

  The dark race is densely packed and has no logistics. In order to survive, they ate up the turf, bark, forest, leaves and even some edible soil.

   Thousands of dark creatures popped out again, where did they get food?

  When Ace squatted on the floating platform, the land in the distance was almost emptied, and there was no bark left, which shows how crazy the hungry dark creatures are.

  Under such circumstances, if any dark creatures come out of the dark swamp again, and they can't walk halfway, the opponents should all starve to death, and it is simply not their turn to do it.

   "Your Majesty, when my Griffin Legion was chasing and killing the dark creatures, I saw a black line in the sky from a distance, coming towards us along the river."

   "There are more dense creatures than the dark creatures that came to our northern border before."

   "I can still feel the special power of the dragon when we fought against the dragon from a distance."

   Carlisle said with an extremely solemn expression.

  A dark army led by a dragon and a dark army without a dragon are two different things.

Relying on the terrifying impression left in the genes of dark creatures for hundreds of thousands of years, the giant dragon can barely twist them into a rope, greatly reducing the internal friction of the united dark races, and making them afraid to do things that are stumbling blocks .

  With less internal friction, the combat power will naturally increase, which is much stronger than usual, but it is not very easy to deal with.

  After all, the number of the other party is really too much, and they are also very capable of giving birth. This year, hundreds of thousands were killed, and the other party will give birth to another million in a year or two. The number can be so large that they are annoying to death.

   "Tell me what we should do?"

  Nikolai Basov listened to the information brought by his younger brother, with a cruel smile on his face, and said to the kings of the other sixteen countries.

   "Is there anything else to think about?"

   "Kill them, a group of trash that we have defeated countless times, I can lift up their ashes with one hand."

  A king slapped the table, full of killing intent.

   "It just so happens that I still lack a set of dragon armor. If a dragon comes, it will save me from going overseas to kill dragons."

  (end of this chapter)