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Chapter 1785 Killing

"This brother...this friend...are you from the upper clan?" Old Dolma originally wanted to call him brother, but after thinking about it, it was a little inappropriate, so in the end he just called him friend.

Old Dolma believed that Han Sen must come from a certain superior clan, otherwise a baron from an ordinary race would not be able to reach such a level no matter how hard he practiced.

"Isn't it clearly written on the form I just filled out that I am a human?" Han Sen looked at the old Dolma pretending to be confused and asked.

"Yes..." Old Zhuoma felt a little depressed. He had never heard of what kind of race the human race was. There seemed to be no such race among the upper races he knew.

Old Zhuoma was slightly depressed, but he didn't say anything more: "Gold Coin, please stay on the ship for a few days, and soon we will set off for Qixuan Mirror.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just traveling around anyway." Han Sen said casually.

Old Dolma eagerly arranged a place for Han Sen. Han Sen had nothing to do. He stood on the deck and looked down. There were many refugees who wanted to take a boat to the Seven Mysterious Mirrors. Even if they were going to the barbaric planet to open up wasteland, there would still be no problem.

Better than being ravaged by war.

It's a pity that even the Seven Mysterious Mirrors are not wanted by everyone. Naturally, everyone in the nobility wants them, but for ordinary people, there are some thresholds.

After all, Qixuanjing is not a charity organization. What they want is people who can work, and those who are old, weak, sick and disabled will naturally not accept them.

"What race are you? You don't look like a Kate?" A baron from the Kate tribe came to Hansen's side and looked Hansen up and down and asked.

"Human race." Han Sen replied.

"Have you never heard of a race smaller than the Kate race?" The baron didn't mean to ridicule Han Sen. He was mostly mocking himself.

Han Sen looked at the baron and asked, "What's the matter?"

"My name is Mike." The baron briefly introduced himself, and then said to Han Sen: "You should know that when we barons are recruited to join the Seven Mysteries Mirror, we are basically sent to wild planets to open up wasteland. If we can

If so, why not get together and go to the same planet so that we can take care of you when the time comes."

"I haven't decided whether to join the Seven Mystical Mirrors yet." Han Sen did not answer directly.

Mike shook his head and said: "With the war, not to mention those ordinary people, even us barons are equally miserable. Although opening up wasteland is dangerous and hard, it is still much better than fighting. What is there to hesitate about?"

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"Let's talk about it then." Han Sen was noncommittal.

He and Qiao talked. The city of Seagram has not yet been affected by the war. Qiao and Lancer are also looking for a way out, but they have made a decision for a while.

Han Sen told them about Qixuanjing's recruitment of manpower, but they just said that they would think about it and asked Han Sen to contact them when he got there and discuss it in detail.

The Third Young Master and Lord Tiger had already evacuated Kate Planet. They had previously invited Han Sen to go to the headquarters of the Black Gold Group on another planet, but Han Sen politely refused.

Mike was about to say something else when he suddenly heard a commotion below.

The two people looked down and saw a group of people arriving in front of the spacecraft, surrounding the creatures who were queuing up to be tested on the ship.

Old Zhuoma quickly led people to greet them, and said with an apologetic smile: "Friends of the Tyrius tribe, please don't get me wrong. We are from the Seven Mysterious Mirrors, and we are friends of the Tyreas tribe, not enemies."

As he spoke, Old Zhuoma pointed to the Seven Mysterious Mirror logo on the spaceship.

The leader, Han Sen, recognized him at a glance. He was the one who wanted to capture him before.

The centaur glanced at the symbol of Qixuanjing, then looked at old Zhuoma, and said coldly: "We don't care about the people of Qixuanjing, kill all the Kate people."

Those centaur warriors were holding spears and were about to kill the Kate people who were queuing up. Old Zhuoma's face was a bit ugly. Although he had joined the Qixuanjing, he was still a Kate man after all. Seeing his compatriots being killed in front of him, then

Not a wonderful experience by any means.

"Ahem, your Excellency, can you please bear with me? We, the Seven Mystical Mirrors, have already ordered these Kate people and are going to take them to the wild galaxy to open up wasteland. Please show your kindness..." Old Zhuoma said through gritted teeth.

Although there must be many unqualified people among these people, as a Kate, it was really hard for Old Dolma to watch them being killed, so he could only bite the bullet and say.

Mike's face was also a little ugly, and he said indignantly: "Those bastards of the Tyrius tribe, when the Yu tribe was in power, they wanted to kneel down and lick the feather tribe's vagina. Now that the feather tribe has just lost power, they have taken refuge in the feather tribe."

The hostile forces of the clan are making trouble here, they are really not fucking things."

"Which race did they join?" Han Sen asked curiously.

"I heard they are from an upper clan called a demon clan. They look similar to us Kate people, except they have horns on their heads." Mike replied.

Han Sen wanted to say something else, but he heard the centaur leader shout in a cold voice: "What nonsense, the only ones who boarded your ship are those from your Seven Mystic Mirrors, kill all the others."

After that, he ordered the soldiers to charge towards the crowd below.

"Stop!" Old Dolma shouted.

The leader of the centaur stared at him and sneered: "What, do you want to fight us on behalf of Qixuanjing?"

"Don't dare. We are just here to recruit people. Please show your kindness and let me take these people away. They are really already ordered by the Seven Mystic Mirrors." Old Zhuoma said while holding back his anger.

Although Qixuanjing is not weak, he has always been self-sufficient and rarely participated in wars. Before coming this time, he was specifically told not to get involved in the demon clan's affairs. After thinking about it, he already knew that the demon clan wanted to get involved with Kate.

star.

"Okay, don't say that I don't give Qixuanjing face. From now on, those who can get on the ship will be considered as your Qixuanjing people. Those who can't get on will be embarrassed." The leader of the centaurs said mockingly,

Then with a wave of his hand, the warriors immediately rushed towards the crowd.

After all, Lao Dolma did not dare to stop him, so he could only shout loudly to the crowd: "Everyone get on the boat... Everyone get on the boat quickly..."

"Beast!" Mike yelled in a low voice on the boat.

"What are they killing people for? Do they occupy Kate Planet and don't need manpower to develop and manage it?" Han Sen asked with a frown.

Mike said coldly: "Qinrius is a race that likes to kill very much, and they originally had a grudge with the Kate people. They were defeated by us Kate people. Now that they have seized the opportunity, how can they let it go?

We Kates.”

There were cries from the crowd, and everyone rushed to get on the boat. However, the entrance was so big, and there were too many people, and with the crowding, the speed of getting on the boat became even slower.

The centaur warriors rushed into the crowd and started killing. Those were ordinary Kate people. How could they be the opponents of these well-trained centaur warriors who were very good at killing.

In just a moment, more than a dozen Kate people were killed.

Old Dolma gritted his teeth and loudly urged the Kate people to get on the boat, but there were too few people who could get on the boat.


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