Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

Out of the Golden Fortress, over the Golden River, is the Javier Prairie.

This is where the mob first started, tens of thousands of years after the Civil War, the territory shrunk and expanded, and the Javier Prairie became more prone on several occasions.

Now the Javier Prairie is no longer the core of the mob, but the southern region of the Iron Blood Nation. Beyond the Javier Prairie, there is also a vast area of frozen earth collagen, bloody wilderness, Harma jungle, black plains, etc. By definition, these regions, while vast, are mostly marginal.

When the thugs were beaten by the Luminous God, they could only travel north all the way. The tough thugs, by virtue of their strong physical qualities, walked through the grasslands, entered the collagen, stepped across the wilderness, passed through the jungle, gave countless lives along the way, wiped out countless races, came to the relatively better black plains, settled there, rested and rested, and eventually rolled back into the earth.

It is also a long road of bloody signs, with the remains of mountains piled up along the way.

Today, that path still exists. It is called Thorn Ancient Road and symbolizes the insurmountable spirit of life and death from the Javier Prairie to the Black Plains.

Along thorny ancient paths, there are numerous tribal settlements and towns, like pearls on the prairie, scattered on the prairie by the stars.

The thugs here are vivid and vigilant because they live on the border, and even the civilian population is extremely capable of fighting.

Every thug who raises a knife is a soldier.

They are at the forefront of the insurgency's resistance to the people, as well as the ashes pushed by the insurgency at the forefront.

Unlike the strong walls of the people, the thugs put a large number of civilians directly here, making them both bait and kill rats.

The whole Javier grass is filled with killing machines, and if ethnic armies rush in, the grasslands will be swamped and the enemies will become entangled and devoured.

This is the unique defense of the prairie mob.

Fort Leguha is an important support point for the formation of this swamp.

Located near Lake Dunshra, it is the largest catchment town within hundreds of miles of this grassland.

It looks desolate, and I don't know how to hide the tens of thousands of armies of the Sand Lizard tribe and finish the ambush on the Tianwei army.

It's an aggressive thing!

Because four months after the fighting, when Susin arrived, Fort Leguha had restored calm to the past.

The walls raised by the red soil barrier are low without looking. The wooden gates seem to fall as soon as they are pushed down. Only the trenches in front of the walls and the totems engraved on the city head suggest that the guardian power rioters hidden here are also well versed in counterfeiting.

Su Shen has transformed himself into a tyrant by now, thanks to the source of deformation.

A big body, big fangs, and a giant war axe. It was found from the inventory of the Liquid Fortress, a fierce warrior formerly belonging to the mob.

Fort Leguhab is not difficult to enter, and in this era, the ability to transform images is also a relatively rare one, as is the ability to see deformation.

Resisting the Great War Axe, Su Shen easily entered Leguhab and hung several corpses on the gate, which were the soldiers of the people.

What reassured Su Shen was that he did not see mountains of skulls, which the mob loved to do the most, piling enemy skulls into mountains to deter opponents.

As Xiao Feinan told him, Tianwei troops rushed out of here and headed deeper into the grasslands.

Now all he needs to do is find out the direction of the Tianwei Army.

It's not hard, just know what's going on with the thugs.

The best place to find out is the tavern.

There is a tavern in the heart of Leguha: the Scarlet Wine House.

Su Shen resisted a wolf hitting him on the road and entered the tavern, surrounded by drunk and noisy thugs. He was not ignored.

Straight ahead of the bartender, Su Shen threw the wolf in front of the bartender and said, "See how many coins you can change. ”

The source stone is common currency, but now Su Shen is pretending to be a thug hunter, so it's better to settle in local currency.

Thanks to the education of Subdragon House, Su Shen can speak a fluent mob language and understand quite a lot of mob customs.

The bartender rolled over his wolf skin and looked at him: "Fifty. ”

Su shrugged his shoulders: “Less, but okay. Give me a drink. ”

The bartender poured him a glass of wine, and he didn't know what it was made of, and the scarlet was like blood, and it really met the name of the pub.

Su Shen tried to take a bite and just felt the smell.

He frowned, “Do you have any dragon-blooded wine? ”

“This is the only one who likes to drink or not, from a foreign country.” The bartender didn't answer well.

Though Su Shen speaks the language of the tyranny, it is different from the local language. Good thing there are many clans within the mob, and even if his mob language is not so well spoken, it will only be considered as other clans. But suspicion arises when it comes to thugs who are familiar with the languages of tribes, such as mob sacrifices.

So the most important thing for Su Shen to do next is to become more familiar with his language.

Good enough for this bartender.

“It's a shame that the frontier just doesn't have good stuff. I wouldn't have come if it weren't for killing those people.” Su Shen purposefully mumbled.

“Murderers?” The mob in the tavern makes a joyous mockery: “That was months ago, and you're too late. ”

“It's not my fault that the news got too slow, and I came as soon as I got it, but who would have thought they were losing so fast? I don't know where to find them now.” Su Shen said as he drank his orange wine.

“They're heading north, probably dead.” There are riot roads.

“No, not yet. At least Ramik Hulkhammer hasn't come back with his troops.” There is a mob interface.

“He'll come back with those human skulls. ”

“It could also be defeated with a handicap. ”

“Barza, watch your mouth and don't get yourself in trouble. ”

“I just like to get myself in trouble. What can you do? I hate Ramik Hammer. I hate him with my life. You don't care! ”

“You fucking bastard! ”

A thug rushed over and punched the one called Barza. He didn't show weakness, but with a fierce fist, the pub immediately performed full martial arts, and the bartender continued to pour the wine.

Su Shen had heard his mentors say that the mob's way of life was to eat, drink, fight, sleep.

Now that looks like it.

Factors of violence fill their blood, making them always ambitious.

If you inhale a tube of their blood, you may be able to draw from it what you call "violent.”

Su Shen thought so, raising his glass and sipping up Mary Scarlet in her hand.

Painful!