Black Dragon Kingdom

  Chapter 68 Burning Desire for War

  Accompanied by Ace's quick knife to cut chaos, he brought hundreds of thousands of dependents under the rule of absolute militarism at the fastest speed.

  Countless dark creatures who had just come down from the battlefield instantly burst into morale, and the dark races with military exploits screamed with excitement.

   One by one staring at the red eyeballs, they looked like enemies everywhere, wishing to chop a few knives in exchange for military merits.

   Absolutely militarized rules, it looks simple, but the combat power that can explode is definitely at the top of feudalism.

  Because the method of obtaining the ascending channel is too simple.

   Just cut people down.

If you cut one, you can become a master, and you can become a slave owner with slaves. If you cut ten, you can become a rich man immediately. Having four or five beautiful wives and concubines is just like playing. Not much to go.

   Cutting down a thousand, cutting up to ten thousand, an ordinary monster country can't match the combat power he can pull out, and it is not an exaggeration to be called the king of a country.

   This rule that you can get a class jump by cutting people is really in line with the dark creatures, a group of guys who are not smart enough to cut people.

  In the wooden palace.

   Nearly a hundred third-tier dark nobles stared at Ace with eyes that were about to breathe fire.

  That is the desire for property, but also the desire for strength, and even more the desire for authority.

  Now, what they usually need to pay thousands of times to obtain, now they only need to go to the battlefield to kill, and they can obtain it extremely easily.

  How does this make them not excited? Now they really can't wait to immediately under the call of His Majesty, take up their knives and kill all the enemies in front of them, in exchange for their military exploits.

  They can't wait to start a war again, to gain endless benefits and glory for themselves and their race.

   Facing this large group of third-tier dark nobles, that incomparably fiery gaze.

   Ace glared back fiercely.

  The third-tier dark nobles instantly lowered their heads to show their loyalty and submission to His Majesty, but the desire for war in their eyes was burning all the time.

  In fact, not only the third-tier dark nobles have a crazy desire for the arrival of war, but also the dark race fighters who have obtained military merit have long been eager for war.

  Slaves want to become masters and no longer be slaves. Of course, they have infinite desire for the coming of war. After all, no one wants to live as a slave in this world.

As for the warriors of the dark race who gained military merit, as the existence of the first batch of military merit rewards, they screamed with excitement, they want to get more, they want to become centurion, thousand commander, ten thousand commander, become a stronger being.

Desires filled the entire nut tree plantation. Even the cowardly dark creatures like goblins, faced with the temptation to become a master by chopping off a human head, all mustered up their courage and swung their hands. The knife awaits the war.

   It can be said that as the founder and maintainer of this system, Ace has thoroughly tied the hundreds of thousands of dark creatures in his hands to his chariot with rules.

   It's still the kind that can't kick the chariot no matter how you kick it.

  Looking at the group under him, most of them only have the brand of the commander in chief on their heads, and a few of the third-order dark nobles with the brand of the commander in chief.

  Ace Longyan is quite deep.

   "It's only been three or four days, and these guys' desire for war has already penetrated into their bones. It seems that the rope of this chariot must be tightened in the future."

   "You can't be coerced by them from one war to another, never ending."

  As the founder of this system, everyone in Asby knows the flaws and extremes of this set of absolute militaristic rules.

  Extreme means that under this system, even slaves, as long as they appear on the battlefield, they will burst out with 200% morale to kill the enemy, fearless of death.

  When countless dark creatures bursting out with 200% morale and fearless to die form an army and march towards the battlefield, no creature can stop them.

  The biggest flaw of this system is that it is necessary to use the "land" which is the foundation of this system to reward these fighters. If there is no land to reward, collapse will be a matter of minutes.

   Now his nut tree plantation, the speed of expansion is quite limited due to the number of pandaren and the relationship between the nut trees.

   This time, he rewarded the meritorious officials, and almost allocated half of the area of ​​the nut tree plantation in his hands.

  His current foundation can be said to be quite insufficient. It can be said that he only needs to win a few battles now, and he can't afford the land rewards of this group of guys.

  So he must tighten the rope of war, otherwise he may go bankrupt in a few minutes.

"Your majesty, your servant troll aristocrat Herman Pry, begs you for the coming of war, but I assure you that all creatures you don't like will be sent to **** and turned into your dragon claws corpses."

Four meters tall, with a mouth full of fangs, a pair of ivory burst out of his mouth, and a pair of horns growing on his head, the troll aristocrat, Herman Pry, knelt on one knee, filled with an endless and crazy atmosphere of war. .

   Troll nobleman Herman Pry just got down on one knee and issued a declaration of war.

   Nearly a hundred third-tier dark nobles knelt down one by one.

   "Your Majesty, there is an elf tribe in the west of the swamp. They are the accomplices of humans. As long as you give an order, their heads will be hung on their world tree within seven days."

   "Your Majesty, there are a group of dwarves on the western mountains. They are also the accomplices of humans. They must be exterminated!"

   "Your Majesty...!"

   "Your Majesty...!"

  The lid of the wooden palace was almost toppled by the voices of this group of Tier 3 dark nobles full of endless desire to fight.

   The corner of Ace's mouth twitched as he looked down at a group of third-tier dark nobles who were desperately pushing forward to challenge him.

  Looking at the fire-breathing eyes of each of them, those who didn't know thought that those elves and dwarves killed their eight generations of ancestors.

   "Shut up!"

   Ace said angrily.

   Filled with endless pressure, Longwei instantly descended on the entire palace.

  Third-order dark nobles who were full of thoughts of war, stimulated by the benefits brought by the war, were instantly awakened by the shock of Longwei.

   One by one knelt down to the ground as quickly as possible, expressing their surrender to Ace.

  Ace gently rubbed his ferocious dragon head with his dragon claws, and in his scarlet pupils, he looked at the group of third-order dark nobles under him with coldness.

  (end of this chapter)