The Peerless Emperor

Looking at the Black Horn tribe who got up, Lin Qian nodded secretly. Judging from the breath of the opponent, he was indeed a leader in the entire stone temple.

As for the so-called Six Crystal Generals, Lin Qian already knew something, referring to the generals in the life and death realm of the Black Horn tribe.

At least, from the aura of the other party, Lin Qian knew that the other party was outstanding in the state of life and death, and he did not deceive himself.

"The Blackhorn tribe needs to take the military liquor to enter the Blackhorn army. This thing started a thousand years ago, isn't it?" Lin Qian stood on the second floor of the stone hall and looked down at the blackhorn tribe below. , Asked aloud.

Regarding Lin Qian's question, although the Blackhorn clan wondered why the other party wanted to ask this, he still nodded: "Yes, there is indeed such a rule, and it was exactly a thousand years ago that the current Blackhorn King ordered a change."

"Then, did you brew this military wine yourself?" Hearing the answer from the Black Horn tribe, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and then continued to ask.

Although he was puzzled by Lin Qian’s question, the Noire tribe still answered honestly: “There are brewed wines by the Noire King, and there are also military wines awarded by the Noire King. Most of the tribesmen who join the Noire Army are willing to take black. The last time the king of horns came down to enter the army."

Regarding this, Lin Qian also understood that of course the Blackhorns were more willing to consume the spirit wine rewarded by his king.

"Now in this city, is there still this kind of military wine rewarded by King Noire?" Finally, Lin Qian took a deep breath and asked aloud.

In the end, this Blackhorn tribe nodded to Lin Qian for sure: "Yes, and there are many more."

"Very well, you go and bring me the military liquor." Lin Qian's eyes showed joy when he heard the so-called military liquor and he gestured.

Regarding Lin Qian's order, the Blackhorn tribe was obviously a little surprised, and he didn't move on the spot.

Seeing that the Blackhorn tribe was still in a daze, Lin Qian frowned and shouted: "What are you doing stupidly? Get it quickly!"

"Oh." At this time, the Blackhorn tribe came back to his senses, and hurriedly ran towards the exit of the stone hall. He couldn't help but feel tight as he passed the **** battle at the gates.

He was worried that when passing by these **** battles, the opponent would suddenly slash towards him. If so, he would be really unlucky.

However, what the Blackhorn tribe was worried about did not happen, and the **** battle guarding this entrance and exit was completely ignored.

When the Blackhorn tribe came to the familiar city road, his expression was a little trance.

"Run?" After this thought came to his mind, he was immediately thrown away.

Now that young human race man just imprisoned them, and killed those crazy tribesmen. They were not locked up either. They were just locked up in the old military hall, eating and drinking, and even practicing.

At least, they are still alive and have not been beheaded.

But if you run away by yourself, it will be even more dangerous.

Abandoning the idea of ​​escaping, this Blackhorn tribe hurried to the outskirts of the mountain city.

That place is the place where their Noire Army lived.

Entering the dilapidated camp, he drove straight to the camp with ease.

In the camp, he suddenly found a group of elegantly dressed people, counting various supplies in the warehouse.

Seeing him entering the camp, the reaction was only to look up at him, and then continue to count all kinds of supplies, busy with his own affairs.

The Black Horn tribe felt strange, but he didn't know that Lin Qian had an inexplicable connection with the units of the Fantasy Star China Empire. As long as he opened the system frame that only he could see, he could directly give orders to them.

Therefore, the scribes who were counting the warehouses of the Noire Army had long known that he would come.

After arriving in the most central warehouse of the camp, the Blackhorn tribe directly walked in. There were several scribes in it looking at a hidden grid covered by the formation.

This Blackhorn tribe hurried forward, and after a drop of blood was forced out of his fingertips, the formation was readily dissolved.

Seeing the arrival of the Blackhorn Clan, these scribes also stepped aside.

After opening the secret door, there was an ice cellar below, in which there were wine jars, which were sealed by ice.

"Your Majesty has an order. After you find this military liquor, you can give it to us." Seeing the Blackhorn tribe taking the military liquor from the ice cellar, the scribe opened his mouth with a smile.

The Blackhorn tribe nodded blankly, and handed the ice-bound wine jar to the scribe in front of him.

After the scribe took the cold wine jar from him, he nodded in satisfaction, and said to the blackhorn tribe in front of him: "You can go back, and wait until you figure out why you are going crazy and guaranteeing that you won't go crazy again. Only then will you be released."

After speaking, these scribes had already turned and left.

At this moment, the Black Horn people understood why Lin Qian kept them in the stone palace, but didn't kill them.

It turned out that the other party had been looking for the reason why they were going crazy, and only after they were ready to cure their problem, did they plan to find them out.

I don't know why, after knowing the reason, he suddenly felt a little moved.

At least Lin Qian didn't choose to kill them directly, he simply made things simple, but wanted to cure them.

After a sigh of emotion, the Black Horn tribe was walking in the direction of the stone palace.

Gradually, no Blackhorns from the Noire Army went mad. As for the reason for the madness, the Noires of the Noire Army understood that the problem lies in the military wine rewarded by the Noire King.

Because they saw with their own eyes, Lin Qian extracted a drop of black blood after roasting the military wine in front of them.

"This is the painstaking effort of the Black Blood Race. It is the cause of your madness." Lin Qian pointed to the suspended black blood and said to the dumbfounded Black Horn Race, "Even if it is the black blood that has been diluted many times, it enters the body. , After you fight in the war, the dead energy will be absorbed into your body."

"This lifelessness will accumulate in your body, it will erupt completely after the war is over, make you crazy, and then your temperament will change greatly.

Lin Qian’s explanation seemed as if a heavy hammer hit the hearts of these Blackhorn tribes, especially seeing Lin Qian catching the soul beast, feeding him the military wine, and beheading a large number of soul beasts beside him. After gathering and infusing the body.

The soul beast that drank the liquor for the army, just like the Blackhorn tribe at the time, began to have a **** aura, and went crazy, the situation was exactly the same.

In this scene, the group of black blood tribesmen was terrified.

"Your Noire King is no longer him. This eroded kingdom will be terminated by my own hands." Looking at these Noire Clan, Lin Qian smiled, "I believe that you will become the new sons of the Huaxia Empire. people."