Chapter 886: Dragon and Human

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Confirming player race faction...

Chessboard layout in progress...

After confirming her choice, Dorothy's consciousness was ejected from that chaotic world.

The Home Witch returned to reality, blinked, and saw her sisters beside her again, as well as the Rock Mountain Dragon Witch opposite her who was also reaching out and pressing on the chessboard.

"Ghost Valley Teacher, why did you choose humans?"

Estil also came back to her senses at this time, frowned, and asked with some confusion.

Humans, this was the weakest race in her war chessboard, and humans as a race didn't even exist as a player-selectable faction at the beginning.

They were the resource race of this world.

Hmm, you can use them as decorations to show the vibrant appearance of the real world, or as wild monsters to level up, or as servant armies that can be incorporated, easy labor, etc.

In short, the status is low enough.

Well, actually, humans in reality are about the same treatment. As a Black Iron race, they are truly too plain, and even among all Black Iron races, they belong to the kind with no characteristics at all.

After all, their reproductive ability is not as good as Goblins, their magic talent is not as good as Slimes, their physical fitness is not as good as Half-Orcs, and their mental strength is not as good as Ghosts.

At first glance, they seem to have body, soul, and heart, looking quite advanced, but in reality, all three are very mediocre, mediocre to the point of not being worth looking at.

Although this group of weak guys always prides themselves on being intelligent beings and is proud of their intelligence, in fact, looking at mortals from the perspective of transcendent races, it's about the same as humans looking at monkeys.

Hmm, their brains are really primitive, with a little cleverness, but not much.

After all, a race that doesn't even have a magic command system in their brains and can only rely on the genetic mutation of a few individuals in the group really can't be considered to have advanced intelligence.

Hmm, this kind of race that doesn't even have the qualification to step into the magic hall can only be considered slightly smarter monkeys. Their intelligence can only be said to be mortal-level intelligence.

If you have to find an advantage for humans, it's probably their appearance, which is highly similar to higher races, and their terrible adaptability.

After all, although everything is mediocre, they really know a little bit of everything, with no obvious shortcomings, so in any world, almost as long as it can meet the basic survival conditions of organisms, you can always see the figures of humans, simply like the "cockroaches" of the world, with a vitality that is somewhat scary.

Therefore, sometimes some scholars will feel that if the world was created by gods, then humans are "statues" created by gods in their own image, just as people will use statues and photos to decorate their rooms, gods use humans to decorate the world they created.

At least if there are people active, those worlds at least won't be too dead.

And such decoration theory has also been recognized by the vast majority of transcendent races in the West Universe. Therefore, most of these transcendent races don't look down on humans. After all, transcendent races are the people of God, the masters of the house, and are much more noble than mere decorations.

Therefore, play casually, build casually, anyway, humans are lower than wild grass, and if they are broken, they will grow back by themselves after a while.

Of course, in the Witch World, the treatment of mortal races is much higher. After all, witches are evolved subspecies of humans, and the two are close relatives.

It's just that this relative relationship has gradually become distant with the reproduction and evolution of the witch clan and the seclusion of the original witches.

After all, most of the things like visiting relatives are liked by the older generation, and most of the younger generation really don't like...

No way, you can't expect these new generation little witches who are supermen from birth to be very close to humans. After all, they haven't lived as humans like the original witches. In the eyes of the young little witches, witches and humans are really two races, even if the witch clan originated from humans, but it is a fact that they are now higher than humans.

However, in general, because of that incense relationship, witches are generally friendly to mortal races.

Although Estil is also several thousand years old, compared to the history of witches, she is also a young witch of the new generation. Her attitude toward humans, this relative, is not too like, but it can't be said to be too disgusting. She is more indifferent.

Therefore, she won't go to slaughter humans for no reason, but she won't be kind enough to treat them favorably. She is more indifferent.

The humans in her chessboard world were not actively put in by her, but were the natives that originally existed before this big world was conquered. Later, when she made this world into a war chessboard, she didn't specifically move these mortals. After all, in her view, weak mortals are not even worthy of being flags of war chess.

It was just that later, as she used this chessboard for war chess many times, under the situation where several strong races were constantly setting off wars that swept the entire world, the humans in the chessboard world could still survive and not be exterminated.

That nickname of world cockroach is really not called in vain. The vitality is really tenacious.

Even in this situation of struggling to survive in the cracks of war, many hero units were born among humans. And when Estil performed daily maintenance on this chessboard world one day, she was surprised to find that the number of human heroes had reached the point where they could exist as a force.

Therefore, this Rock Mountain Dragon Witch promoted humans to be one of the player-selectable factions, but to be honest, this war chess has been in her hands for several hundred years, and she and her friends have played countless games with this chessboard, but the number of players who choose the human faction is truly very few.

A few guys who claimed to be masters wanted to show off their operations, saying that they would win the strongest with the weakest, and deliberately chose the human race, but later these guys all overturned, and the cruel reality told them what is called mud that can't support the wall.

Others are flying dragons riding on faces, your mortal soldiers take their heads to fight, a few flying dragons and a few waves of air dragon breath washing the ground are enough to make your tens of thousands of troops that you worked hard to hold back disappear into ashes.

Play a fart, this waste strength is impossible to play.

And now, the Young Lady opposite seems to have made the same mistake as her friends who were pretending to be masters in the past.

Of course, Estil still respects her military god idol, Ghost Valley Teacher, so she didn't recklessly define the Young Lady's behavior as pretending to be a master, but she really didn't understand what kind of operation it was to choose humans.

What's wrong, can you still imitate the God King and lead a group of mortals to overturn the disaster legion on the opposite side?

The Rock Mountain Dragon Witch, no matter how much of an idol brain she was, didn't exaggerate to the point of thinking that a mere military god could compare to the Three Kings.

And the God King didn't directly promote mortals to witches with her own bloodline back then. What kind of military strategy is this? This can only be described in two words in the game, and that is a cheater.

That girl is just using a modifier, completely ignoring the basic laws.

Therefore, it's not that she looks down on Ghost Valley Teacher, but using mortals to fight disaster races really has no chance of winning. If someone can really do such an exaggerated thing, then she is even more powerful than the God King.

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But is this possible?

Completely impossible.

In the West Universe for so many years, there has only been one God King, and disaster races have only added the alien witch besides the old three.

"Ghost Valley Teacher, I chose the Dragon race just now. Shall we restart a game?"

Estil suggested this way.

What she longed for was a battle that was evenly matched, allowing her to experience the kind of war where her brains were calculated to boiling, not a boring one-sided slaughter.

Really, even if Ghost Valley Teacher, you want to win the strong with the weak, then choosing a Goblin or Shi Laimu group is also good. After all, although these two Black Iron races are weak, the racial characteristics are quite remarkable, and they have indeed created miracles of winning the strong with the weak in the past.

"No need, just like this. Instead of worrying about me, think more about the next tactics. Otherwise, I'm worried that you might not be able to hold on for thirty minutes."

Opposite, the Home Witch waved her hand, her face wearing a harmless expression like a rabbit, but her mouth said such exceptionally arrogant words.

Estil: "..."

Ghost Valley Teacher, even a fanatical fan has a temper, okay? If you say so, then I won't be polite.

The Rock Mountain Dragon Witch also thought with a hint of anger.

Even if the opposite is her idol, even if she really feels inferior to the other party, she also has dignity. No one will be so looked down upon and not be angry, let alone she is still a grumpy Dragon Witch.

"This time I must make Ghost Valley Teacher you surrender at fifteen."

Estil secretly made up her mind in her heart.

She was very confident in this.

After all, the Dragon race is her commonly used race. Although the hatching and growth of giant dragons are very slow, the time in the chessboard world is different from reality. The time flow on both sides is 10 years to 1.

That is, ten years in the game world, one minute in reality.

Fifteen minutes, that is, one hundred and fifty years, is enough for the young dragons to grow into young adult dragons. By then, a nest of giant dragons raiding a human country that has only developed for 150 years is not easily handled.

After all, what kind of great achievements can a mortal country of one hundred and fifty years have? Those magic kingdoms that have developed for thousands of years may not be able to stop the dragon group raid. After all, only a very small number of lucky people among humans have magic talent, and one hundred and fifty years is not enough to save up a few mages, let alone cultivate these weak human mages to the point of being able to slay dragons.

In short, I won this wave.

And Dorothy naturally discovered that Miss Estil was a bit angry, but in the Moon God state, she was too lazy to say more.

No matter how much she says, it's not as good as a battle later. By then, she will naturally understand that she is not talking big or looking down on her; she is just stating facts.

How to counter-attack disaster races with a mortal body, she had already realized it in her dream in the Witch's Night before. This is not something that cannot be completed.

Not to mention that in the rules of this war chess, both sides start developing from the same starting point.

She started with a human tribe, and the opposite started with a nest of dragon eggs. Compared to the pressure of facing Gabriel, the strongest Angel King, in the Witch's Night, it is simply incomparable.

Therefore, the Home Witch just quietly looked at the game chessboard.

The so-called chessboard layout is not like the venue of the arena, creating things out of thin air. This chessboard is a real big world after all.

It's just that the rules of the chessboard are the Heavenly Dao rules of this big world, or the destiny of heaven. And as the game begins, destiny begins to exert force to guide this world, and everything seems to press the acceleration key, beginning to develop toward that predetermined destiny.

Dorothy and others looked down on all living beings outside the chessboard, and naturally witnessed the evolution of this world.

She saw the rise and fall of many races in this world, witnessed the fall of a once prosperous mortal magic kingdom, and she watched the survivors of the kingdom forced to wander to the extreme north wilderness to survive.

She also saw the infighting of the Dragon race, a huge giant dragon carrying a nest of dragon eggs fleeing, finally falling on the sea, its dragon body turned into a big mountain, and that nest of dragon eggs began to absorb magic power, waiting for the time to break out of the shell.

Soon, the mortal survivors formed a small tribe on that cruel ice field. In order to stabilize the hearts of the people, the young chief decided to hold a prayer ceremony.

And in that dragon corpse island, the nest of dragon eggs began to shake, and then cracks began to appear on the hard eggshells.

The game begins...

"Great God, we offer sacrifices to you, praying that you can descend with mercy and bless our tribe to survive this cold winter."

The bright moon in the night sky hung high, looking down on the earth like the cold eyes of a god.

And in the white ice field, in that broken tribe, the young chief was dancing a sacrificial dance with the tribe members around a campfire. This was the only inheritance left by the ancestors to their descendants.

As for whether this prayer dance could really beg for the mercy of the gods, the young chief Elsa didn't know, but it was good to let the tribe members feel at ease. At worst, dancing around the campfire could also warm their bodies, so it wasn't a loss.

However, as their dance gradually entered a climax, the campfire in the center suddenly made a cracking sound, and then the flames rose, like a pillar of fire, rushing straight into the sky.

And in the sky, the bright moon like a plate also descended a beam of light. This beam of light combined with the pillar of fire, and a god emerged from the light and fire.

That was a goddess whose beauty could not be described in words. She had rabbit-like ears on her head, and four white wings spread out behind her waist. Moonlight and flames floated behind her like ribbons, wrapping around her wings and arms, holy and abnormal.

The goddess's figure was very tall and plump, and her height was no less than the tallest warrior in the tribe, plus the soft and beautiful body signs full of maternal love, both strength and beauty, looking very reassuring at a glance.

If there was anything strange, it was that such a holy goddess didn't hold any handsome equipment like a magic wand or a holy sword, but held a plain hammer in her hand.

"Ah, this, it really manifested."

Elsa blinked in confusion, and the sacrificial dance she was dancing was forgotten. Fortunately, the elder elders beside her were still awake, hurriedly pulling her clothes, pressing her head, and wanting to kneel together.

But their knees didn't touch the ground.

The goddess born from light and fire opened her eyes and said the first proverb of her descent into this world.

"Stand up, no kneeling"

.... Moon God is manifesting.... ===== CHAPTER 887 =====