Black Dragon Kingdom

Just like the secret book that Ace gave to the swamp kobold tribe at the beginning, it can change the form of the race, transforming ordinary kobolds into swamp kobolds with crocodile tails and crocodile scales that can dive.

They changed from centaurs to horse-headed men.

For ten thousand years, they slowly multiplied and spread with the Calbes Mountain Range as the direction of expansion.

When Ace unified the entire swamp, they joined them without hesitation.

Over the years, relying on sufficient food, only 50,000 to 60,000 people were left after being slaughtered by humans, and they grew rapidly.

Relying on the military merits gained by being brave and fearless, in the past ten years, they have changed from 50,000 to 60,000 to the current 3 million.

The entire race has returned to the number it had in its heyday.

Faced with the temptation to obtain everything by obtaining military merit, the only legend of the horse-headed people, after exhausting their efforts, allowed half a million horse-headed people to appear in the queue for the expedition, instead of serving as logistics soldiers behind. You can't even see the shadow of it, and you can only be driven as a slave at will.

So just after climbing out of the tunnel, he didn't even dare to take a rest, and led his army without hesitation towards the direction where the bonfire was burning.

In the end, it was still a step too late.

"Boss, do we want to rush forward? No matter what, we have to bring some military achievements back."

"Otherwise, when the big troops arrive, we won't even have the chance to drink soup."

"Don't forget that on the battlefield back then, those extraordinary legions used the big to bully the small in order to grab military merit. When they arrive, we will only be able to smell the military merit."

Behind the horse-head nobles, a second-tier horse-head hero in iron armor looked at the densely packed human army on the city wall, clenched the scimitar in his hand, and said hesitantly.

Siege of a city, especially a castle that has been fully prepared, is not an easy task without four or five times the strength of the troops or a large number of extraordinary people.

In this wave of killing, all five thousand clansmen may stay here, and the exchange may only be a little more than one thousand military achievements.

The loss was too great, and the exchange ratio was quite unacceptable for Ma.

But in the face of the reality that only military meritorious individuals can reproduce indefinitely and expand their own race, exchanging 5,000 horse-headed men for more than 1,000 military merits is a very cost-effective behavior.

Anyway, no matter if it is a dark legend or the nobles of the third rank, they will not let go of such an opportunity.

The horse-headed nobleman thought for a while, then said to the three horse-headed heroes in disappointment, "It's too late."

"Siege requires ladders, we don't have time to build ladders."

The horse-headed nobleman turned his head and looked towards the distant mountain with the rumbling sound behind him, and saw densely packed troops of various races rushing forward desperately, howling like ghosts and wolves.

The original mountain path was densely crowded, and many soldiers were constantly pushed down the hillside.

That crazy look, afraid that it won't be long before they have to run in front of them.

That time is not even enough time to hit the ladder.

"Hurry up!"

"Trolls, hurry up!"

"Military merit will be lost if you are late, and you may be slaves for the rest of your life."

"With military merit, you are a slave owner. With military merit, you are a nobleman. With military merit, you are an extraordinary person. Whatever you want, the entire race will thank you for your military merit."

"Come on."

On the mountain path crowded together, a troll nobleman, relying on his fat and wide body, squeezed around desperately with a mace in his hand, pushing countless soldiers of the same dark race down the hillside. Open the way for your own soldiers.

Not only is he doing this, some third-tier dark nobles are also doing the same thing.

The whole scene was extremely chaotic.

Although they were chaotic, their speed was extremely fast. In just ten minutes, they arrived under the castle and joined the horse-headed army.

On the castle, the third-tier human nobles looked at the densely packed dark race army that almost covered his sight.

Especially those dozen murderous dark nobles in front, their hearts couldn't help jumping up.

Calculating casually, he was a small castle with only 10,000 troops garrisoned, but unexpectedly welcomed 70,000 troops and 14 dark nobles.

As for the human legend who had just watched the play and the other dozen or so third-tier nobles, they left as early as the moment his battle was over.

The reason why they came was to find out what the combat effectiveness of the Dragon Alliance army was like. When they knew what the combat effectiveness was, they naturally left.

As for guarding the castle, that is his responsibility.

The higher-ups gave him a death order, and he could not retreat half a step until he lost 80% of his troops.

After losing 80%, they withdrew to the surrounding mountains, joined some small troops stationed in the mountains, and continued to kill and wound the opponent's army.

In short, it is to do everything possible to delay the opponent's attack speed and buy time for the blood sacrifice in the rear.

In order to test the combat effectiveness of the opponent before, the troops have lost more than 2,000 troops, and now there are only more than 7,000 troops left.

Logically speaking, it can be defended.

But when he thought of the opponent's desperate attitude on the battlefield before, he became a little uncertain.

The other side is not just ordinary soldiers who are fighting for their lives, those extraordinary people are also doing their best. A dozen or so third-tier nobles from the other side are rushing forward without fear of death, and he really can't stop it.

The third-tier human nobles are worried.

But the fourteen dark nobles below were quarreling.

"Our troll clan is the most powerful, and I want five thousand human heads inside."

"The rest of you scumbags."

The troll aristocrat's four-meter-tall body was lying on the ground, and he roared.

Just now, a weak third-rank tauren nobleman gained military merit by himself and was about to become the commander of a thousand commanders, so he was not taken seriously at all.

All the way through the rampage, he and his army were pushed down the hillside, but he didn't dare to resist at all.

He was so angry that he wanted to chop the other party into a hundred yuan.

However, this can only be thought about, the other party's military skills are higher than his, and he cannot fight back when the other party hits him. Although he does not need to obey his orders, the other party can humiliate him severely.

Don't be cowardly, he will be bullied to death.

Therefore, he is full of fire now, and his desire for military merit has reached the extreme. Even if all the five thousand troops under him die here today, he still needs to obtain one thousand military merit to make himself a thousand commander.

"What are you thinking? There are only 7,000 human beings up there, and you need 5,000 each. I can only smell it."

"Give you a face, right?"

An ogre with a five-meter long ax in his hand turned back without hesitation.

Then he said: "I want three thousand for the military merits above, and the other four thousand are yours."