I Became a Progenitor Vampire

"Come on, honey bread has just been baked, the favorite of Lord Kachar..."

"Fresh cake pie~ Dear elder, do you need to try it?"

"Good day, Lord of the Holy Light Blood Race, do you need fritters? This is what the Lord Kachar taught us personally..."

"Idiot, the adults of the Holy Light Blood Race don't need ordinary food!!

The blood we donated is the food of the adults..."

"Ah, really?"

"Of course! We donated blood to support the Holy Light Blood Clan, and the Holy Light Blood Clan sheltered us with life. This is what the City Hall said, we are a family, and every inhabitant has contributed to the development of the City of Dawn... ...."

"I'm sorry, my lord, although I didn't wash my hands in the toilet just now, my hands and bowls are still very clean. How about you, take a bite?"

"Asshole, get out of here, don't be in the eyes of an adult, sir, I swear to the goddess, my brother hasn't worked well since he was young..."

"Little Corso, go to class soon, yesterday you skipped class again!!"

"Mama Li, good day, oh~ the goddess, your hair color is so beautiful today..."

"..."

Morton Misty, a 17-level shaman of the Lion Clan, walked on the main street of the city of Dawn. Hearing the noise around him, his eyes flashed a little dazed.

This is the countless times he has seen this kind of scene in the past three months.

As an orc shaman, he lived in the barren wasteland for more than 100 years.

Experienced death, hunger, war, plague, and all the sins in this world.

But he never thought that one day he could see such a weird and weird scene in a city.

According to legend, the cruel and evil vampire is happily playing with an innocent human child.

The hairy orc warrior is coming out of a tailor shop opened by humans, wearing clothes made by the tailor for him. They have always regarded each other as mortal enemies, and their relationship has been fundamentally reversed here. .

The short and ugly green-skinned goblins walked across the street. The humans on the street did not show any disgust, but the shopkeepers were very enthusiastic about these rich green-skinned alien races, one by one. Introduce them to buy their own products.

The dwarves carrying the iconic hammers often look proud and hold their chests high when they walk through the streets. Whether they are orcs or humans, goblins or vampires, they respect these dwarves very much.

Because they are workers in the weapon factory, they forged a large number of weapons for the soldiers on the front line with their own forging technology, and made a huge contribution to the city of dawn, and they were praised by the city hall more than once.

Anyone who can contribute to the city of dawn will be respected by the residents.

In addition, Morton also saw human spellcasters wearing wizard robes using magic to tidy up the streets and clean up trash from time to time...

It's surprising to use a high caster to clean up the streets... This is shocking, isn't it?

But this kind of spellcaster, called the life mage, seems to be specially trained by the master of this city to engage in this kind of life profession.

Morton almost stared out when he heard this statement.

When can rare spellcasters be cultivated unscrupulously to engage in low-level jobs such as street cleaning?Isn't this what a farmer should do?

The caster, that's the caster!

How noble is the status of Master Master?Use them to sweep the floor and pass the sewers?!

Was the head of the city’s owner kicked by the bison in the barren wilderness??

But when he saw piles of spellcasters coming out of the group of buildings called Rainbow Wizard Towers by the residents, he could hardly think.

It turns out that rare and rare spellcasters can really be cultivated in batches, and they can even be extravagant to train spellcasters to sweep the streets and drain sewers...

This had a huge impact on Morton, and even made him wonder if he was affected by magic and had hallucinations.

This city is too strange. Why does the city of Dawn exist in this world??

It's not over yet, there are many shocking and unthinkable things that make this shaman who claims to be well-informed feel sincerely amazed.

For example, the magical alchemy creation-eternal water, perhaps residents prefer to call it tap water.

But Morton was paranoid that only the name of eternal water could be worthy of its miracle, such an alchemical creation whose sweet spring water could never drain.

In addition, what points system is there.

As long as you make a contribution, you can earn points, and then people with fewer points line up in the caravan, and all kinds of welfare issues have to give way to those with more points.

What's the use of this thing??Is it a priority when you can jump in the line and buy things to join the work??

There is also blood donation, which is the most difficult part for Morton to understand.

Why is blood donation such an extremely evil and horrible thing regarded as a heresy and blasphemy in the outside world, it is so... glorious in this city.

That's right, Morton couldn't find any other words to describe it except this word.

And what made him feel most incredible was that when donating blood to a vampire, it would be done in a place called a hospital, and the whole process was openly shown to everyone.

No one forces these humans, but everyone is very active in this, as if this evil ritual is bright and sacred, making them proud.

Is it because the city of Dawn is filled with banners that proud of voluntary blood donation and ashamed of resisting blood donation?

Morton didn't believe it, he had asked this matter in detail, but the answer he got still made him unable to understand.

To break dawn.

To break dawn??What kind of a fucking reason?

Why not say it is for the goddess??

Finally, there may be another reason, blood donation can earn points.

But it is this kind of inexplicable points that can make human residents so crazy to participate in this evil activity?

For a long time Morton even thought that these residents were eroded by magic...

He felt strange and unbelievable about everything in this city.

This city is like a city-state in a different world, incompatible with the glory of the whole world. After all, no city is possible for vampires, goblins, humans, dwarves, orcs, and even cyclops to live in harmony.

The incredible city, this is Morton’s first definition of the city when he reached the city of dawn.

But over time, after the 17th-level shaman lived in this city for a long time, he slowly understood why the residents were like this.

Because this city uses a fascinating charm, people can't help but love it.

A sense of identity, respect, and security.

This is the reason he concluded.

In this city, Morton doesn’t need to be afraid of being an orc. No one will despise or discriminate against him because he is an orc, because no one cares about this. It doesn’t matter what race it is. Everyone What you care about is how much your points are...

In this city, he can feel that he is a living life, a respected life, and no longer a despised barbaric orc.

And because of the non-stop patrols day and night, and the team's strict laws beyond imagination, the safety of the city exceeded the limit of his imagination.

There is no need to worry about any danger here, he only needs to worry that his points are not enough and others will cut the queue...

So from the inexplicable resistance and weirdness at the beginning, after getting acquainted with the city, Morton discovered with horror that he was no longer able to resist life in this city.

As an old orc who has lived in the barren wasteland for hundreds of years, he has suffered too much, and here, he re-realizes the true meaning of survival.

Looking at the smiling and hopeful residents on the street, Morton remembered the scene of the lion tribe frantically hunting for food at this time of the year. This winter will starve many people to death.

In the past, he hadn't felt that he had been accustomed to the cruelty of the barren wasteland, but now compared with the city of Dawn, the gap between the two was so big.

The most important thing is that if this city is a human city, he will only feel disgusted, because humans are the culprit driving the orcs to the barren wasteland.

But the difference is that this is a city ruled by vampires.

The humans and the orcs here are equal, and even the orcs are equal to the city's ruler, the Holy Light, to some extent.

This made Morton couldn't help but give birth to a different mind.

At this time, he finally understood why Karp would embrace the city so actively.

Because the Lion Tribe can live better by relying on the City of Dawn.

However, if you join the City of Dawn, the Lion Tribe will still be the former Lion Tribe?

Morton couldn't help but feel confused when he thought of this.

I told him from the heart that the lion tribe might be right to choose the city of dawn, but there is another obsession with him. After losing the grassland and running freely, the lion tribe is no longer a lion tribe.

It was just a male lion imprisoned in a cage...for driving.

"Your Excellency Morton, Lord City Lord is back, he summons you to meet in the city hall..."

When Morton fell into deep thought, a guard squeezed out of the crowd behind him and reported to him respectfully.

This old orc old man was personally confessed to be treated with respect. Although the opponent was wearing a demon chain and his power was blocked, no one dared to be disrespectful to him.

Hearing this, Morton took a deep breath, sighing with emotion in his vicissitudes of life.

The one who should come will always come... It's time to meet the master of this city.

If it were three months ago, when he had just followed Karp to this city, he would still strengthen his belief.

But now, after living in this city for a few months, he found that the charm of this city has made him somewhat irresistible.

Where to go?

Following a few guards who watched him day and night, in the curious eyes of the crowd, they came to the city hall.

Office on the third floor.

Bang bang bang~

Morton watched the guard knocking on the door in front of him, and the weather-beaten heart was a little nervous at this moment, because he was about to face the master who could decide the fate of the orcs.

"In..."

A deep and steady voice came out, and the guards respectfully pushed the door open.

Huh~ As the door slowly opened, Morton saw the scene in the office.

The carpet made of unknown Warcraft fur covers the ground. The decoration of the house is very elegant and generous, not as magnificent as imagined. The surrounding walls are hung with colorful oil paintings, which is very artistic.

A slender figure wearing a black mage robe is standing with his back facing him, looking into the distance from the window.

Even if it was just a figure from the back, Morton felt the other's outstanding temperament.

Obviously, this figure is the master of this city.

Lord Kachar.

Li De noticed that there had been no movement at the door, narrowing his eyes and turning around slightly.

Four eyes face each other.

Is this the 17th-level orc shaman that Karp said?

What impressed Li De the most was Morton's deep, weather-beaten eyes.

That is the gaze that can only be obtained after countless time has settled.

Nodded slightly.

"Morton Misty, I am the master of the city of dawn-Kachar, you can call me the owner of Kachar."

After speaking, he approached Morton who also walked into the office two steps forward.

He stared at the orc shaman that Karp had repeatedly recommended to him.

"I heard you are Karp's teacher?"

"Perhaps, you would be happy to talk to me."

Li De's air is a bit profound.

"Talk about the destiny of the orcs, talk about your destiny..."

From the moment this 17-level orc shaman stepped into the city of dawn, his fate was already doomed.

But due to Karp's face, Li De decided to have a chat with the old shaman.

"City Lord Cachar..." Morton said softly, but his tone was very complicated.

"It's an honor to be interviewed by you...I never thought that one day I will discuss the future of the Lion Tribe with the great figures of the blood clan."

Li De shrugged and stretched out his hand for Morton to sit down.

The latter nodded and sat on the sofa in the room, opposite Li De across a round table.

Looking at the elegant vampire in front of him, Morton's mood fluctuated.

He was in the same mood as he said. He never thought that one day he would talk to a vampire about the future of the orc.

But the reality is so magical, an orc will sit with the blood clan, and this blood clan can determine their future.

"Maybe, this is fate."

Li De smiled slightly, disapproving.

From the moment he decided to support the Lion Tribe, this Orc Tribe has been firmly bound to the City of Dawn.

Not this 17-level orc shaman can shake.

Now the lion tribe will send young talented orcs to the city of Dawn for training, and also cultivate the culture and other military qualities of these young orcs.

One thing these young orcs must do here is to be loyal to the city of Dawn and sign a soul contract with Li De in the church of Dawn.

Yes, at the Chapel of Breaking Dawn, almost all armies now go to that sacred and solemn holy place to swear allegiance.

Because Li De discovered a very strange thing. The 12-edged sculpture that was carved for missionary purposes has now become the symbol of the breaking dawn sect... After countless believers pray and worship day and night, it is full of sacred Power, the statue embodies a huge power of faith.

He can even directly connect with the power of faith to be attached to this statue to achieve the effect of God descending.

Because of this, this statue has an extraordinary characteristic-as long as someone swears to the statue to sign a soul contract, it is like signing a contract with him.

It has avoided the side effects of the soul contract-signing a contract must have sufficient soul strength.

The soul contract is a divine art developed by the god of death. After countless years of evolution after being studied, it has now evolved into the rules of glory, and even the god of death can no longer change it.

The soul contract can make the person who takes the oath be loyal to the main contractor, but this is not unconditional. For the soul contract to be successfully signed, the main contractor must have a certain soul strength.

In other words, a large number of soul contracts can be signed with subordinates, but the more soul contracts signed, the higher the strength of the soul is required.

Therefore, a person cannot sign a soul contract with too many people because the soul strength is not enough.

Li De is no exception. Although his soul strength is high enough, it is impossible to accept the allegiance of the thousands of troops in the city of Dawn.

The statue washed by the power of faith has incredible power and can perfectly replace him.

The vow that everyone signed against the statue in the Chapel of Breaking Dawn was established. As long as Li De was willing, he could link to the statue through the spiritual imprint and control those contracts.

As long as there is a violator, he can obliterate the soul of the opponent.

Moreover, there is another advantage of swearing through this statue. Once the opponent wants to defect, the keen power of faith will automatically remind him that the opponent's mental power changes.

Li De was stunned when he discovered the function of this statue. He didn't expect that the statue built to absorb the power of faith would have such an extraordinary effect.

"City Lord Kachar, may I ask, how do you view the lion tribe and the orcs?"

Morton's words made the pensive Li De regain his senses, and he looked at the deep eyes of the old orc shaman and showed a smile.

"Morton, what you saw in this city, I believe it is enough to explain my thoughts."

"Perhaps, you know better than me how I treat the lion tribe, don't you?"

Li De has been in the Underground World for the past three months, even if he returned to the City of Dawn, he did not meet Morton.

But all Morton's intelligence is under his control, but he has never had time to pay attention to it.

At this time, the spider cave was captured, and the magic crystal vein had fallen into his hands. After handling most of the trivial matters of the magic crystal vein, he immediately returned to the city of dawn and was finally able to squeeze a short time to deal with these matters.

After all, the player is about to come, Li De thought of taking a look at the countdown to the public test on his attribute panel-05:25.

5 hours and 25 minutes...

Morton fell silent immediately after hearing this. After a long time, he looked at Li De in a hoarse voice.

"City Lord Kachar, when our galloping wasteland is abandoned, when our claws are put on weapons forged by dwarves, when our hair is put on strong armor.

When we lost everything we were proud of.

Orc, is it the old orc?"

After Morton finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on Li De, this is a problem that has been bothering him.

When all this changes, will the lion tribe still exist?

Orcs, can they still be called orcs?

Li De's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was somewhat cold.

"Morton, in your opinion, do an orc have to live in a barren wasteland without food, clothing, cold weather, weapons, and armor?"

Leaning back slightly, he leaned gently on the sofa, his sharp eyes pierced Morton's eyes like a sharp knife.

The tone is deep.

"You are wrong, Morton.

Orcs, never should have lived such a barren life.

You once lived in the center of the main plane of glory, with vast land and rich mineral veins.

You wear the strongest armor, and the swords in your hands are sharper than those forged by dwarves.

You are strong, you are rich, you never need to worry about food, and you will never seek survival in the wasteland in animal skins, or even starve to death in the cold winter.

You, once a prosperous and wealthy tribe, are now primitive and wild is not what the orcs should have."

Speaking of this pause, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and after giving Morton a moment of reaction time, his tone became stronger and firmer.

"An orc wearing a strong armor and carrying a sharp knife is an orc, and an orc who leads a barren life is just the result of being oppressed by humans.

You are now returning to the glory of the orc ancestors.

You are now embracing the future."

Morton was shocked when he heard Li De's high-pitched words.

The glory of the orc ancestors...

Yes, the orc empire once ruled the main plane of glory and possessed the most powerful power. If it were not for the rise of mankind later, the orcs would still occupy the richest land.

The orcs now seem to have lost the glory of their ancestors. He actually regarded everything their ancestors once had as rebellious, thinking that what their ancestors were proud of was betraying orcs.

After this thought arises, my heart cannot restrain my emotions.

Slowly stood up, Morton took a deep breath, the old face of Zhou Wei became more, and his vicissitudes of vision took a deep look at Li De.

"Actually, from the moment the Lion Tribe was conquered by you.

We have no choice.

Winner, win everything.

Lord Kachar, you are the only victor in that war.

I also hope that in the future, you will be an eternal winner.

I'm just not reconciled, wanting to find the answer that a tribe of male lions or orcs in the Barren Wastes wants.

If your answer does not touch me, I will choose eternal sleep.

And you inspired me, let me see the path we should look for.

City Lord Kachar, lion tribe shaman, Morton Misty..." The old shaman slowly knelt down, and the head that had never been lowered surrendered to Li De.

"I beg you to join the city of dawn and become a sword in your hand. Use my life and soul to kill all the enemies that block you for the city of dawn and the orcs."

Hearing this, Li De's mouth twitched slightly.

"I'm really a life mentor now, and I've caught someone in class with whom.

The point is, these people like to listen to them one by one, so whoever makes sense."

Li De was not polite and stood up directly, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it on Morton's head.

"Receive my gift, Morton."

Morton's figure did not move at all.

"Yes, Lord Kachar."

When he came, he already had the will to die. If he couldn't find the answer, he would choose to die, but Li De gave him new hope and let him see the future.

Therefore, he will fight for the future of the orcs.

The power of faith surging from his hands directly overwhelmed Morton.

Divine Art-assimilation of the soul.

If the opponent has a strong will to resist, the power of belief consumed will soar.

This is also the reason why Li De is unwilling to directly use the power of faith to transform high-level combat power, and if the opponent's defense will be too strong, it may even cause failure.

And after some... after education, Morton at this moment has accepted Li De, so the power of faith conversion cost only less than 10,000, and he heard the system's prompt.

"Ding~ You used the power of faith to transform Morton Mist's soul, and you obtained Morton Mist's soul ownership, and everything about him will belong to you."

"Ding, you conquered the 17th-level orc shaman, Morton Misty, and made it a temple warrior of the Dawn Sect with 2,000 character experience."

With the reminder of the system's prompt sound, the City of Dawn added another 17-level top combat power.

After the old shaman was baptized by the power of faith at this time, the wrinkles on his face disappeared visible to the naked eye, and the original shabby back became tall and straight, and he looked more than 10 years younger.

After a while, when all the power of the Holy Light on his body was absorbed, Morton opened his eyes.

When I looked at Li De again, my eyes were no longer suspicious and vigilant. They were all worship.

"Under the crown, Morton Misty, your humble people send you their most respectful greetings."

Bang, kneeling on one knee, holding his chest with his right hand, humble and pious.

Li De nodded in satisfaction, and reached out to help the old shaman up.

With a bit of curiosity, he opened the opponent's property panel.

Morton Misty

Title: Soulwalker (proficient in orc language, can use soul to communicate with beasts and beasts, can control beasts that are not higher than their own, the higher the soul strength, the higher the level of control of beasts)

Pious (the most pious believer of the God of Dawn, firm-willed, not affected by any soul or spiritual magic, power +30%)

Age: 153

Level: 17

Occupation: Shaman High Priest

God-given talent: Prayer, immune to negative effects for one time, currently bound talent-madness, (madness: activate the power of orc ancestors in the bloodline, increase all attributes by 200%, increase body recovery speed by 500%, duration: 30 Minutes, after use, fall into a state of extreme weakness, all attributes are reduced by -70%, duration 12th)

Bloodline: Shaman’s blood (level up by one level, automatically get an orc shaman spell, currently available for spells: 17)

Introduction: A devout believer in the god of dawn, an orc spellcaster with shaman bloodline.

Orc shaman and human wizard are completely two species. The wizard learns spells by himself, while the shaman relies on the spells passed down in the bloodline. The stronger the ancestor, the more spells will flow in the bloodline, and the more Sam powerful.

This is very similar to the giant dragon. The dragon language magic of the giant dragon is inherited by blood. This has caused many dragon breath life to be able to use dragon language magic.

Morton's attribute panel belongs to the normal range, and it is not as exaggerated as the god Asrega.

There was no surprise for Li De to this, if this old shaman also had the attributes of Asrega, he would have to wonder if something went wrong.

God evil, how can it be comparable to ordinary life.

What Li De liked most was the old shaman's wisdom.

Regardless of the information provided by the Intelligence Command Center or the sincere words of Karp, the first evaluation of this old orc is wisdom. The long years and talents give Morton the wisdom beyond the reach of ordinary orcs .

This is what Li De lacks at this time.

Especially when he dispatched Karp to the underground world to develop the huge and rich land for him, the increasingly important dwarven valley needs a strong man with sufficient wisdom and skill to control.

The Dwarf Valley is the territory of the Lion Tribe. Although it is now ruled by the City of Dawn, it is not directly governed by it, so it is necessary to find a leader that the orcs can accept.

And Morton, the former shaman of the Lion Tribe, is undoubtedly the best choice.

"Morton, next, you take over the Dwarf Valley.

I only ask you to do two things well.

First, build the valley of the dwarves. In the future, the window to the city of Dawn will be here. The status is very important, so a safe and reliable city will be our support.

Second, continue to develop the lion tribe. In the current battle in the underground world, orc warriors have replaced the human soldiers of the Holy Light Blood Race and the King's Blade as the main force.

We need more powerful soldiers."

After becoming his own believer, Li De didn't have that much to say, and he immediately began to give orders.

As the city of Dawn grew, the responsibilities of Dwarf Valley became more and more important, and Morton's appearance was undoubtedly timely rain.

"In addition, after three days, adventurers in the Lost World will come. Maybe the Dwarven Valley will not encounter them in a short time, but it is very likely that you will encounter adventurers in the future.

These immortal existences must be treated with care. If they are found, the news will be transmitted back to the city of Dawn as soon as possible, and the intelligence command center will tell you how to respond."

Li De was worried at last and exhorted.

The terrain of the Dwarf Valley is hidden, and the remote mountain ranges in the barren wasteland in the depths can hardly touch the player in a short time, but you are not afraid of ten thousand or just in case. It is better to vaccinate the opponent in advance than if you encounter it and don’t know how to deal with it. Much.

"Yes, under the crown."

Morton stood up respectfully.

After a while, as if thinking of something, he said.

"Under the crown, the orc tribes deep in the barren wasteland also have a huge demand for supplies.

We may be able to open up a deal with the orc tribe..."

During this time, he naturally learned the terrifying productivity of the city of dawn by observing the city of dawn.

Although the barren wasteland is barren, the place is large and the number of orcs is large, and the wealth contained is definitely not small. Otherwise, there will not be so many smugglers and adventurers who risk death every year to smuggle and risk the barren wasteland.

Li De frowned upon hearing this.

"If a large-scale transaction will inevitably expose the trails of the Dwarven Valley, this is almost inevitable..."

The positioning of Dwarven Valley is the external window of the City of Dawn, which is more important than making money in business. This is why Li De is unwilling to allow Dwarven Valley to trade with orcs.

There was a slight smile in Morton's deep eyes.

"Under the crown, we can imitate the way we treat the centaur on the low hills..."

"You mean?"

"Support a few small tribes, and then conduct transactions through the small tribes.

We can even support and grow several small tribes, control this tribe secretly, and trade materials. You also have a huge influence in human society. You can set up a trade channel on the open side and trade through the Dwarven Valley secretly.

In this way, even if the orcs discover the clues, they will only think that we have traded from the human empire."

Hearing this plan, Li De looked at Morton with a weird expression. This is a layered cake.

The City of Dawn secretly controls the lion tribe, the lion tribe secretly controls other orc tribes, and then the orc tribe controlled by the lion tribe also pretends to trade with the human chamber of commerce...

But I have to say that although this plan looks rough, the direction is feasible.

"Okay, I'll leave this to you, but my only requirement is to ensure the concealment of the Dwarven Valley."

He supported the centaur in the low mountains and hills because the centaur was too far away from the distant mountains and the other party could not help them.

After all, it is impossible for a centaur to cross a distance of nearly two thousand kilometers to the distant mountains to find their tracks.

But the orcs are different, just in the barren wasteland next to the distant mountains.

But this is also a direction of development. If the plan is successful, then his tentacles for the barren wasteland will be extended further.

This is only good for the city of dawn, but no harm, after all, barren and desolate are closer to the city of dawn.

"As you wish, under the crown..."

After Li De had a chat with Morton, the reconciled shaman, about spells and the future development of the Dwarf Valley, he let him leave.

I have to say that in just one solar hour, Morton did not disappoint Li De. This old shaman's wisdom and the height of the problem are not comparable to ordinary people.

This gave him a feeling of picking up the leak.

As for the issue of magic, he didn't gain much. The shaman's spells all came from blood inheritance, and the system was different and had no reference.

After Morton left the office, Li De looked at Frey who knocked on the door and asked with a weird expression as if thinking of something.

"Frey, did we capture a 17th-level centaur in the low hills?

I remember that the other party seemed to have activated the bloodline of Haifeng at a critical moment..."

Hearing Li De's question, Frey, who had just entered the room, had a subtle expression.

"Yes, under the crown, that centaur has been imprisoned for a year..."

He always thought that Li De remembered this incident, and he never handled it just because he might have other plans.

But listening to his current tone, it seems like...forgot...

This made Frey feel miserable for the centaur who had been imprisoned for more than a year.

This guy was too miserable. As a 17th-level centaur, he was directly ignored.

Li De nodded, he did leave the matter behind, it was too much this year.

And when he captured the Centaur, his power of faith was not enough, and it was impossible to conquer the opponent, so he was temporarily imprisoned, planning to wait until the power of faith was enough to solve the matter.

There are more and more things behind Nacheng thinking, so he has no time to care about each other.

If Morton hadn't found it today, and then used the power of faith to transform this old shaman, he wouldn't necessarily remember it.

It is true that the high-end power possessed by the current City of Dawn is already strong enough, even the gods are there, and his demand for high-end combat power is not as long as it was at the beginning.

If it's the beginning, I'm afraid he has to keep thinking about it all the time.

"Bring this centaur, besides, inform the dead bones who came back with me to the back garden."

Now that this matter has been remembered, all these have been resolved.

The withered soul has not been converted by him. At the beginning, he said that the skeleton was threatened by Li De and had to follow him.

Later, I spent a long time in the City of Breaking Dawn and became a member of this city. Naturally, he took Li De as the master. Up to now, it seems that both of them don't feel much about this matter.

However, in order to prevent any accidents, the transformation still needs to be transformed. Otherwise, if the brain circuit is weird, if you suddenly convulse and want to taste what it is like to betray, then it hurts.

Frey immediately turned and left, half an hour later.

The back garden of the city hall.

Withered bones lay bored on the grass, and the steel whip-like white bone dragon's tail swayed around like a dog's tail.

On the other hand, Frey was tied up by the Forbidden Demon chains and hadn't seen the sky for a full year-Guido Blackwind.

Once the Ironhoof Tribe and the Blackwind Tribe bordered, and in exchange for the weapons of the City of Dawn, the Ironhoof Tribe began to search for mineral veins. It happened that precious fine gold veins were found at the junction with the Blackwind Tribe.

In order to rob the two tribes of fine gold ore, a war was fought.

That war was also the first war led by Li De after reaching level 15.

Alchemy bombs washed the ground, and the blood mage controlled the killing bats to set off a bloody storm, and the 20,000 centaur of the Black Wind tribe became ashes without too much resistance.

During the war, Guido Blackwind was stimulated, and he was upgraded from the original 16th level to 17th level, and activated the galeblood bloodline called the god-given bloodline by the centaur.

However, because he had just broken through and lacked control of his power, when he played against Li De, who had broken through 15th level, he was stunned.

After more than a year or nearly two years of pressure, Guido Blackwind has long lost his demeanor as a chieftain of the Blackwind tribe commanding tens of thousands of centaurs.

At this time, Guido was extremely pale because he could not see the sun and was bound by the chains of the Forbidden Demon all the year round, and his originally strong body looked very shabby at this moment.

The body of a pure white horse looks vaguely reminiscent of the former demeanor of the centaur chief with a height of 3 blades and a length of 5 blades.

Guido’s mood has never been so complicated. As a centaur chief, he has reached level 17 and activated the existence of the god-given blood. In his opinion, he should be valued no matter where he is, whether it is courtesy or torture.

But after he was captured by a vampire, nothing happened, yes, nothing happened.

No one came to him, no one came to persuade him to surrender, no one threatened, no one even looked at him more,

In the past two years, apart from relying on his soldiers to provide him with food every day, no one paid any attention to him.

He seems to be forgotten by the world.

At first he thought it was a vampire conspiracy, but over time, he sadly discovered that he was really forgotten, and he was of the kind without any trace.

But he had no room for resistance, and even because of the existence of the Forbidden Magic Chain, he didn't even have the power to kill himself.

As time passed, Guido's heart was gradually shrouded in despair. No one knew how excited he was when he heard that he was about to be summoned by the master of this city.

"Guido Heifeng, chief of the Heifeng tribe", Li De looked at Guido, who was in charge of the expression in front of him, and keenly noticed that there seemed to be some changes in the other party’s mood, and it was a little clear after thinking about it. Forgotten in a cell with no sky, he was afraid that the changes would be even greater.

"Almost two years, I think I have given you enough time to think.

Do you choose to surrender, or continue to return to that gloomy and silent cell?"

Guido opened his mouth and looked at Li De's calm expression. He wanted to say something but couldn't say anything.

If it is the first few months, surrender?He would rather die than the centaur would never give in.

But in two years, his will has already collapsed countless times in endless silence.

Finally, with a deep sigh, the centaur bends directly in front of the kick, kneeling to Li De's chest.

"I am willing to surrender..."

Li De smiled happily. Although there was no accident, the other party's cleanliness still made him feel good.

There is grassland in his home, so there is no pressure to raise a few wild horses.

Two steps forward, he put his hand on the head of this wild horse, branding the mark of a domestic pet.

After a while, the holy light faded, and Li De looked at Erha next to him-withered bone.

Withered bone seemed to understand Li De's thoughts, and the body that was lying on the ground jumped directly.

He lowered his head slightly, ran to Li De quickly, rubbed his trousers lightly with his huge head, his tail swayed quickly, and even made a whirring sound because of the speed.

The corner of Li De's mouth twitched slightly.

This superb.

Too lazy to say.

"Don't resist."

The power of faith in his hands spread out again.

After a while, the system sounded two beeps, and Li De gained 4000 experience again.

These two guys have completely become his subordinates, so there is no need to worry about the rebellion.

Guido Blackwind

Title: Gale Runner (A centaur with Gale blood is blessed by the centaur god, running speed increased by 50%, strength increased by 300%, immune control skills when running to initiate a charge, and an additional 500% increase in collision power)

Centaur King (Centaur with the bloodline of the galeblood have the talent to become the King of Centaur, the appeal to the Centaur is increased by 500%, the power is increased by 200%, and the light of the king is activated, the light of the king, the halo, and the leading half During centuries warfare, subordinates will receive 12 positive status blessings, including stable military spirit, high morale, fanatical piety, and defense of immortality)

Pious (the most pious believer of the God of Dawn, firm-willed, not affected by any soul or spiritual magic, power +30%)

Age: 57

Level: 17

Occupation: Centaur

God-given talent: Prayer, immune to negative effects for one time, currently bound talent-madness, (madness: activate the power of orc ancestors in the bloodline, increase all attributes by 200%, increase body recovery speed by 500%, duration: 30 Minutes, after use, fall into a state of extreme weakness, all attributes are reduced by -70%, duration 12th)

Bloodline: Galeblood Bloodline (the bloodline given to the centaur by the centaur god, only a few talented centaur can be activated, the whole body attribute is increased by 300%, and 12 wind spells are automatically mastered)

Introduction: A devout believer in the god of dawn, a centaur prince with a god-given bloodline.

After opening Guido's property panel, Li De was surprised.

This guy is not bad, it looks like on the attribute panel, he is also in the upper middle class.

Especially the bloodline of the gale, and the king of centaur, one gives him a part of spellcasting ability, and the other allows him to get a huge improvement when he leads the centaur army.

This moved his heart slightly.

"The low hills and hills are now being further developed with the city of Dawn, and their value is getting higher and higher. Although the Ironshoe Tribe is still strong now, it still cannot meet the needs of the city of Dawn.

Guido came at the right time. Although the City of Dawn did not have the power to eat the entire low mountain and hills, this guy with the god-given bloodline had much more appealing power than the hoofed iron tribe.

Do it well, you may not be able to do something interesting."

Li De's thoughts began to diverge.

"For example, supporting a centaur king out.

What kind of prince will Xiangning?Under the banner of obeying the destiny and saving the centaur, rebuild the centaur empire... thus, control the entire low mountain and hills.

It's better to make up a few legends and tell Guido to be tall and magnificent, so that all centaurs know that their king is born...

How about getting a white snake...

Or digging an eye by the river will move a stone man...

The slogan is Heaven, Bah, the god is dead..."

After pondering with relish, Li De temporarily retracted his loose thoughts and turned his attention to the next point.

Withered Bones·Dragon of Destruction

Title: Immortal (undead life, immortal soul, immortality, mental power +500%, immunity to dead spells)

Dragon of Destruction (Bone Dragon has been praised by countless people because of its power. He won the title after destruction, and took it as his surname. The legend is +10, and it has the characteristics of destruction. Destruction: Dragon's breath attack power increased by 200 %, with 12 negative states such as burning, erosion, aging, decay, and fragility)

Pious (the most pious believer of the God of Dawn, firm-willed, not affected by any soul or spiritual magic, power +30%)

special skill:

The power of the undead (after the dragon is lost, it still has a great deterrence, the power is increased by 500%, the deterrence against undead life is increased by 300%, and the deterrent against non-dead life is increased by 100%)

Hard body (after the body has swallowed countless precious materials, the hardness is greatly increased, the magic resistance is increased by 1000%, and the physical defense power is increased by 2000%)

Longwei (causes inexempt coercion to non-dragon life. Only high-level blood can be immune. Those who are affected by Longwei will have negative states such as fear, panic, withdrawal, restlessness, hesitation, etc., the affected There is a chance to surrender to Longwei exudes)

Age: 33478

Level: 19

Occupation: Death Spreader

God-given talent: Prayer, immune to negative effects once, currently unbound talent.

Bloodline: Dragon Bloodline·Undead (obtained dragon language magic inheritance, currently masters dragon language magic: 113)

Introduction: A devout believer of the God of Dawn, a dragon who has transformed into an undead, inherited the magic of dragon language and has a strong body with extraordinary power.

The attributes of withered bones seem to be stronger.

The centaur chief is much more luxurious than Guido.

But the two are different lives and cannot be generalized.

Even if Guido activates the bloodline of Gale, it can only be regarded as the talent of the strong warrior race to the talent of the upper race. It is still far behind the golden race of the giant dragon, so even if the dead bone is just an undead bone dragon, it is better than the real The dragon's strength gap is weak, but it is enough to crush Guido.

This world has never been fair. The moment the golden race was born may be the starting point that many ordinary races can't reach in their entire lives.

But the world is fair, and there is no way for any race to move forward.

Every race has its own way of survival. Not every race has to become a wolf and eat meat to survive.

However, the age of Withered Bone was more than 30,000 years old, which was beyond Li De's estimation.