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The Ground Walking Worm, with a trunk as strong as an Asian elephant, moved its six hard-shelled legs, like a strange beetle with a pair of large pincers, and slowly stepped forward. Its thick and sturdy concave and convex carapace like a tortoiseshell was slightly lowered, making the thick dwarf warrior sitting on it seem closer and closer, and his bright yellow eyes radiated an even stronger and more oppressive demeanor: "This is not against the teachings of the god Radug, in fact, it is a win-win." 'Win-win' you know? This kind of emerging approach is very useful. ”

The temporary king of the gray dwarves, his eyes were tired and dark, and the unhappiness of the war and the quarrels between the various tribes within him for many days had exhausted him physically and mentally, while secretly ruthlessing the legendary water elemental god electorate, he said with a majestic face: "I personally respect the powerful and majestic Prince Oremoqi, but ~~ I'm afraid that those tribal elders don't agree, they are all dead-eyed." "After all, Prince Oremoch has a very bad relationship with the gods, and although I don't know the specific reason, God Radug will not approve of it. Even if you win, you will be secretly repelled by the gods

The dwarven warrior who sat on the strong and thick-shelled ground worm smiled, and between his body as strong as a rock, his arms as rough as a pillar, and the thick calloused skin like a solid rock burst of yellow light, and the power of the earth like a mountain barrier was condensed inside: "Then you fully accept the opinion of God Radug, let the enemy drag you down a little bit, let those tribes put all the responsibility for defeat on you, let fate crush all your dreams of kingship, and then the enemy, Under the joint encirclement and suppression of the other tribes, roll into the deep ditch with the remnants of the old and weak and go into exile and take refuge, and finally, just like your king eight hundred years ago, the tribe was divided by the defeat of the war, and finally the head of the closest people was cut off by the people closest to him in the escape of the wolf bèi."

The temporary king of the gray dwarfs suddenly shrank his pupils, and he was stern as if he were about to erupt into a volcano - yes, this war was a gamble on his dream of kingship, and he was the one who had instigated the tribes to unite in the first place, and he was the one who wanted to ascend to the throne whose glory was second only to the gods and the high priest, and he had fought hard for decades for this goal, and he had fought hard for decades for this goal, and if he had failed, these tribes who had been instigated by him everywhere and sent troops would surely count the loss and hatred on his head. When the time comes, if all the tribes unite together to send troops~~ It is really possible that the clan will be wiped out and die

The shadow of death and destruction pressed him like a mountain, he had difficulty breathing, his forehead was slight, and he was struggling desperately, when the dwarven warrior on the opposite side with skin like rock armor and patches of yellow magic light blooming in the cracks of his skin issued a gloomy urging like a 10,000-year-old cave: "There is a lack of everything in this world, lack of money, lack of food, lack of women, lack of glory, lack of ideals, lack of justice, the only thing that is not lacking is ambitious people think about it, when you and your clan can't support it, how many ambitious people are waiting to divide the corpse of you and your tribe?" Hehehehe~~"

The temporary king began to tremble uncontrollably: But if he accepted the request of Prince Oremochi, even if he succeeded, he might be rejected by the gods, and without the protection of the god Radug and the support of the church, could the newly established state be stable?

So he said anxiously: "What if it fails?" The other party sneered with a faint yellow essence: "Failure, at most, is the current situation." But at least you still have a chance to succeed, don't you? I know you want to hold on for a while to see if you can drag the other person to the other side. But don't put your fortune and your clan's future on the basis of vague hopes - I heard that the Arcane Federation was about to make a deal with the Demon Beast King, and there was an eighty percent chance that he would agree to accept him as a high member, enjoying the glory and privileges of being one king above all human kingdoms. Once this agreement is reached, then he will be able to count on the full support of the Austro-French Federation. Do you still have a chance to hold on?hehehehe~~ If you don't cooperate with the prince right now, you won't even have a chance to succeed."

The temporary king's eyes are uncertain, as a gray dwarf who has been ambitious since he was a child, becoming a king and enjoying long-term glory for himself and his descendants is the spiritual pillar of his half life, but Prince Oremochi is disliked by the gods after all, and some even treat him as a demon-like existence, in case of the future~~ He was a little overwhelmed and said to himself: "Can you really ~~ succeed?"

The rock-like dwarven warrior on the opposite side smiled: "Don't worry, don't treat us as powerful and brainless fools, as the servants of Prince Oremoqi, we are not seventy percent sure that we will not do it, as long as the time comes~~" Suddenly, the thick-shelled ground worm under him as big as an elephant's body suddenly raised his pincers, and let out a nervous strange roar, and on the bloody mouth of the fierce head like a monitor lizard, seven dark yellow eyes kept flashing with magical light, as if they were going to launch a magic bombardment to kill the temporary king in front of him, and then swallow it in one gulp

The dwarf priest of the god Radug below was the first to scream, and he couldn't wait to shake the heavy and shining golden staff in his hand, and with a flash of golden light, he flew out with a fierce and violent 'Ash Annihilation' technique, which was enough to kill the powerful lethality of the ordinary young dragon

Poof~~ There was a sound of hitting - the fierce pale gold 'Ash Annihilation' failed to disintegrate, that is to say, he resisted the heavy blow of this move with his amazing tenacity, seeing the dwarf warrior sitting majestically on the back of the earth-walking insect unscathed, and even smiled contemptuously and swept the surrounding calm suit, the people around him suddenly gasped: How high is this tenacity, could it be that he is an old dragon with good equipment? But even if the old dragon had changed, he had to protect the king, and in an instant, the three axe-wielding guards around him had no time to think and screamed

'Dangdang~~' The three-sided heavy axe slashed the enemy's flesh and skin, bursting out with an amazing dull impact sound, and then~~ Then, like a wooden plank chopping on the cutting board, I watched the sharp second-class demonic axe blade blocked by the rock-like skin, and I couldn't be surprised, and between them, the two gray dwarf warriors in heavy armor had been thrown far away like a sandbag, and they smashed on the thick rock wall with a 'bang', and passed out on the spot, and the third one was even worse, and was beaten by the other party. Bang punch in the abdomen, suddenly the armor was dented and screamed, and the whole mouth and nose flew out of a distance of ten or so steps, like a broken can, 'clang~~' turned to the ground, and no one dared to get up for a while, no one dared to approach this strong enemy like a pure gold warrior

However, the priests of the outer Radug will not give up, and in an instant, the negative energy of 'buzz~~' 'Serious Injury Technique' ignites in the hands of the second Radug priest, as if the dark thunder fire is roaring angrily, even a sturdy bull elephant will be killed with one blow

'Hmph' sat majestically on the back of the earth walking worm, the dwarf warrior snorted contemptuously, and the priest on the opposite side suddenly trembled like a lightning strike, and was frozen on the spot, unable to move, the mysterious earth energy seemed to be an invisible stone prison that firmly closed him to death, leaving only the black and faint negative energy in his hand, the 'Serious Injury Technique' was still churning, like a stupid dog spinning in place, being ridiculed by others

The dwarven warrior with the magic on his skin raised his hands and shouted in an extremely majestic and powerful voice: "Stop, I am not here to embarrass your tribe, but to save you, I have no intention of harming your king, and I still want to use these tattered axes against me?

The most anxious Pastor Radugue was shouting: "Don't lie to confuse the crowd, even if the sky falls, we will never flee for our lives~~" Before the words fell, a violent explosion was heard outside, followed by a heavy rumbling of large structures, the miserable screams of large blades cutting through armor, and the chaotic screams of 'ah~ah~' that erupted from all sides, and the out-of-control honeycomb panicked footsteps

Then the entire wall on one side was shattered into countless bursts of rubble, and the people who hit it screamed 'ah~~', and the dust had rushed into a four-walled Rakshasa clay statue as big as a wild elephant, full of magic light blue like a secret treasure, filled from head to toe with 'high life gifts, high force field armor, divine power, ox power' and other spells, and in an instant, the lion's head was wielding a long knife that was taller than a human being, like a cruel and tyrannical steel storm swept in

Pastor Radug exclaimed: "Protection~~" Before the word "escort" could be spoken, the blade flashed in his face, and with a loud "dang" sound, the huge long knife was like a fierce plate axe, and slashed into the head of the sturdy priest who was protected by various divine techniques such as "stone skin magic".

The power of the gods was really strong - the knife did not completely cut off the head, but was caught by the head as hard as gold and iron, so the whole long knife with this strange corpse and the blood and brains that kept splashing out, flew around and killed wildly, as if the long knife was tied to a terrifying terror and a broken sandbag was constantly leaking red and white fine sand, which was extremely strange.

The priest next to him screamed, and his hand trembled slightly and let out a pale cyan 'divine flame strike' and roared away. Then~~ as if the flames hit the stone slab, the 'poof~~' was extinguished at once, and it couldn't penetrate the people's spell resistance at all, but was cut across the waist by the four-armed rakshasa that was as big as a war statue, carrying the fierce lightning

'Bang~~', the slightly weaker and poorly equipped priest opened his stomach on the spot, and there were red internal organs flowing down, and the priest next to him screamed in horror: "God, run away" spread his legs, and snorted away like a drill mouse

After all, they are tribal priests, not regular kingdom priests, and they can be mixed with any chieftain.

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