The creatures in the city are mainly composed of four major clans, namely Lin, Xiao, Han, and Chu. In addition to the four surnames, there are also some worship and foreign affairs disciples!
In the Lin family, on a simple platform, Chen Sheng stood tall.
below him.
Tens of thousands of Lin disciples stood there.
They looked at Chen Sheng with excitement and admiration on their faces.
"Listen up!"
Chen Sheng put his hands behind his back and said to everyone: "Today, I am going to explain to everyone that the swan is a sparrow. Please listen carefully and write down your thoughts when you get back!"
Not far away, on a certain pavilion.
The heads of the four surnamed families gathered together, and they all fell into deep thought as they looked at the eloquent Chen Sheng.
"Brother Chu, what do you think of him?"
Chief Lin looked at it for a while and suddenly asked.
"good!"
The Chu clan leader said: "He has strong talents and lofty ambitions. In time, he will definitely become the overlord of a party and is fully qualified to serve as the city lord of the Natural Disaster City!"
It is worth mentioning that.
There is no city owner in the Natural Disaster City. When problems arise, the four major families negotiate to resolve them.
But now, the storm is coming.
Separation of four powers.
It is obviously not suitable for the development of natural disaster city.
The natural disaster city needs to work together and concentrate its efforts to deal with the upcoming difficulties.
The leader of the Han clan said: "I just don't know what his character is like, so don't bring in a bad wolf!"
"Then let's observe it for a while longer!"
The chief of the Xiao clan said.
Everyone nodded and continued to watch Chen Sheng's speech.
Unknowingly.
I was fascinated by what I heard, and my consciousness was completely brought into the world of Honghu.
Heavenly Saint Barbarians!
In a small, remote house, Wu Guang was lying on the bed, looking tired.
After joining the Tiansheng Barbarian Clan, due to the exclusive nature of this race, he was not reused and became a handyman disciple. He had endless things to do every day and was sometimes dragged into training.
All in all, his life was very hard and very tiring!
"No, we must think of a way!"
Suddenly, Wu Guang stood up from the bed, his eyes flashing, and whispered: "The war is coming, I must control the Tiansheng barbarians as soon as possible!"
After entering the Tiansheng Barbarians, he found that the strength of the Tiansheng Barbarians was not weak.
He has many ninth-level divine warriors.
There are also some trump cards.
Even Ancestral Realm warriors cannot find favor in the hands of the Heavenly Saint Barbarians.
If the Tiansheng Barbarians can be controlled before the war, it will not only weaken the strength of the Time Clan, but also give the Time Clan a fatal blow at the critical moment.
"Wu Guang, the clan master wants to choose a sparring partner. You should hurry up and go to the martial arts stage!"
At this time, a cold voice came in.
Hear this.
Wu Guang's eyes flashed and he sneered, "Clan son, this may be an opportunity!"
Undead!
At this time, he was involved in the turmoil of seizing the heir in Kowloon.
In a certain guest room in the third prince's residence, Zuo Ci was sitting cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, and he was taking in his divine power unhurriedly.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and the next moment, a maid walked in, bowed respectfully and said: "Taoist Priest, Your Majesty, I invite you!"
After Zuo Ci heard this, he slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I understand!"
The maid bowed, turned around and left.
"Looking for me at this time should be a critical moment in seizing the heir. In this case, it's time for me to close the net!"
Zuo Ci smiled slightly, stood up, waved his fly whisk, and walked towards the main hall.
And at this time. In the main hall, a man wearing a golden robe was walking around anxiously, like an ant on a hot pot.
It wasn't until he saw Zuo Ci that the panic on his face dissipated a lot. As if he had caught a savior, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Taoist Master, save me."
The realm of time.
After nearly a month of training.
Dage Lao successfully organized twenty combat-ready troops.
On the vast campus, flags were fluttering, and twenty legions were arrayed in order. They were wearing armor and holding soldiers, exuding a terrifying aura and stirring up the storm in the sky.
On this day, Mr. Dage finished handling government affairs and went for a walk around the school grounds.
After seeing the soldiers in training, he frowned slightly.
Then return to the cabinet.
Call the military commanders over.
"See Mr. Dage!"
After a while, twenty veterans came to the cabinet. They all had wrinkled faces, gray hair, and an air of old age lingering around them, giving people a sense of decay and depression.
But their eyes flickered from time to time.
"Please get up!"
The old man raised his hands and said with a smile: "Generals, I just took a look and found that your training is good, but there are still some small problems. They don't have the murderous spirit that an army should have!"
After hearing this, a veteran came out and said with cupped hands: "Old Dage, they are all ordinary tribesmen. They have not experienced cruel wars, so it is difficult to cultivate murderous intent!"
"General Guan Qian!"
The elder Dage looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Our enemy this time is the Great Qin Yun Dynasty. We can only win but cannot fail. Before the war begins, the army must see blood!"
Guan Qian frowned slightly and said bitterly: "Mr. Dage, it's not that I don't want them to see blood, but it's that there is no one to kill. You can't just pick any ethnic group."
"That's right!"
Dage Lao smiled and said: "There are countless ethnic groups in the long river of time. You slaughter a few unpalatable ethnic groups and let the army see blood!"
Guan Qian frowned, a little reluctant.
He felt a little guilty about taking action against an innocent race.
The elder looked directly at Guan Qian, "This is an order. Soldiers must obey orders as their bounden duty!"
Guan Qian still hesitated.
The expression on Old Dage's face was extremely calm.
After a few breaths, Guan Qian saluted and said: "I obey your orders!"
The elder of the pavilion smiled slightly, helped Guan Qian up personally, and said with a smile: "The tone I spoke just now was a bit harsh, don't take it to heart, general. However, I am also doing it for the general's good. If we can defeat the Great Qin Yunchao, we can gain
The King of Flat Peach Tree, until then."
He didn't say anything else clearly.
But everyone present understood that, including Guan Qian, the eyes of all the veterans suddenly lit up, with a flash of passion.
The king of flat peach trees!
They are all dying people.
If they can obtain the King Peach Tree, they will gain eternal life!
eternal life!
These two fluttering words can make countless people crazy!
"Mr. Dage, please rest assured, I know what to do!"
Guan Qian said with a smile.
A trace of bloodlust flashed through his cloudy eyes.
"Go to work!"
Dage Lao Dao: "I hope that one billion soldiers will become real warriors under your training, and I also hope that you will lead a large army and defeat the Great Qin Dynasty!"
The twenty veterans saluted, turned and left.
Dage Lao sat back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.
Outside the palace.
Another veteran walked up to Guan Qian and asked in a low voice: "How many races do we really want to kill?"
Guan Qian paused, looked at the sky above his head, and sighed.