Chapter 131: Their Respective Battlefields!

On the fifth floor of the labyrinth, in the center of the Skull-Crusher tribe's camp, the noisy chatter was deafening.

The short Goblins were sparring; the unlucky ones who lost would not only be mocked by other Goblins, but would also be thrown into a big pot by the big Ogre to be stewed into soup.

Today, the Ogre tribe is as lively as ever!

However, unlike usual, the priests of the Skull-Crusher tribe seem a bit busy.

The Ogre High Priest, wearing a cloak, closed his eyes tightly, as if communicating with the spirits wandering between heaven and earth, and as if communicating with the "Great Stomach King" who dominates everything.

Suddenly he opened his bloodthirsty pupils, looked at a chaotic sky, and his old and hoarse voice trembled with excitement.

"It's here!"

That is the demon from afar—

The rations bestowed upon them by the Great Stomach King! He saw the prosperity in the oil pan!

Sitting on the bone throne, with a belly as thick as a city wall, Kasen Skull-Crusher curled his lips, his face full of flesh and blood was full of ferocity and desire for blood.

Just in time!

He was planning to have a showdown with that Demon King, but he didn't expect that guy to deliver himself to his door! Shaking his fat-filled body, he stood up from the bone throne, grabbed the battle blade with iron chains, and shouted with a loud voice:

"Prepare for battle!!"

The majestic shout resounded throughout the camp.

Whether it was Ogre warriors or short Goblin followers, they all picked up weapons and stood out, joining the clamor of waving flags and shouting.

"Ooooooh!!!"

"Kill them!!!"

"Goblin!!!"

The earth is shaking, Ogres are roaring, human-skin war drums are thundering, and the wind and sand mixed with the smell of blood are becoming more and more noisy! The first to step into the teleportation array was Xinuo's troops.

After seeing that the minions under Luo Yan's hand were just a group of Goblins, he didn't want to delay for a moment, just wanted to end this boring battle quickly.

It's time to show real technology!

He will let the old subordinates of his father's past see who is the real Demon King! The light of the teleportation array flickered, and one after another, figures wearing heavy armor appeared on the wilderness blown by yellow sand.

The magic crystals of the teleportation array were quickly consumed, but were soon continued by the magic crystals carried by those heavy infantry.

The audience in the arena watched with blood boiling, waving their arms and cheering for Xinuo Dragoon—

Although Xinuo and his men, who were separated by thousands of miles, couldn't hear anything.

However, they could still feel the intention.

At the same time that Xinuo Dragoon's army began to assemble, the Ogre tribe not far away also became restless.

Those savage barbarians who drank blood and ate raw meat waved all kinds of weapons and cooking utensils, wishing they could immediately pounce on the enemy's flesh and blood to have a big fight! Feeling the murderous aura coming through the screen, the judges in the auditorium frowned slightly, as if they had returned to the front line of Hell.

They exchanged glances with each other and whispered.

"Something is wrong..."

"These Ogres are weird..."

"You found it too?"

"Yes..."

They don't look like cannon fodder troops.

Even if they were before, they are far from the word cannon fodder standing here now!

It wasn't just one person who had such an idea, almost all the judges had a thought in their hearts—

Their evaluation score seems to have been given too low.

However, having said that, no one raised an objection.

Such situations are actually very common. Data on paper is always for reference only, not to mention that it was just their subjective evaluation.

Moreover, in their view, even if they underestimated the strength of these Ogres, it was at most a deviation of 0.5 points, no more.

If both sides really hit each other hard, in the end, Xinuo Dragoon's "Hellfire" heavy infantry legion is still more dominant.

From the beginning, this was a battle without suspense.

During the time they were whispering, Xinuo Dragoon's "Hellfire" heavy infantry legion had completed the assembly and marched outside the camp of the Ogre tribe.

Those Ogres didn't show weakness either, actually opened the gate directly, lined up, and confronted the elite division holding extraordinary power in front of them!

Even though 6 Silver-tier demons stood in front of them, not a single Ogre's face showed panic.

Only slaughter and bloodthirst burned in their eyes!

Xinuo Dragoon, riding a giant warhorse, held the battle axe high, and he, who was in front of the formation, was like a moving city wall.

"For His Majesty the Demon God! For the glory of the Dragoon family! Kill!!!"

"Kill!!!"

No fancy opening remarks.

He roared, and then rushed into the Ogre formation like a hurricane, wrapped in the dust raised by the horse's hooves.

Five hundred heavy swordsmen followed closely, the sword energy boiling on the sword edge was like the cavalry lance in the knight's hand, and the running legs were no less than the warhorse! The two sides collided like two torrents of flesh and blood, and the deafening shouting resounded through the entire wilderness, and also ignited the blood in the hearts of the audience in the arena.

It wasn't just the audience in the Demon Capital thousands of miles away who were watching, but also the players standing beside the thorn bushes and mushroom stalks.

Looking at the heavy sword legion and the Ogre army fighting together, the expressions on the players' faces were both shocked and envious.

"Damn..."

"The equipment of these guys is awesome!"

"It's a pity that the NPC shop doesn't sell it."

"Damn, our Demon King is too weak!"

A group of people were chattering and arranging.

Long Xing Wan Li stared at the battlefield, only feeling his blood surging, wishing he could rush up to help.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, it's not impossible.

Even if there is no reward, it is excellent to fish for a piece of equipment.

Seeing the intention in the boss's heart, the national service brother lying under Long Xing Wan Li immediately fanned the flames:

"Feeling that group of heavy swordsmen seems to be at a disadvantage."

Qianli nodded seriously.

"Indeed... five hundred against thousands, it feels too reluctant."

Of course.

This may also be her preconceived stereotype.

Games and reality are different, that group of heavy infantry with extraordinary power charges even more fiercely than cavalry.

After all, that is extraordinary power, ordinary warhorses really can't run faster than them.

"Do you want to go up and help?" The national service brother said eagerly.

Although he didn't know the origin of that group of heavy armor soldiers, the red names on the heads of that group of Ogres couldn't be wrong, they were all monsters with bounties.

Just when the Longxing Tianxia crowd was eager to try, all the players watching in the B5 layer suddenly received a message pop-up.

【Server Announcement: The battle taking place in the B5 layer is a plot animation, please keep a distance to watch, do not mix into the set, violators will be banned for 30 days.】

Longxing Baili: "Damn!?"

National Service First Pig: "Thirty days?!"

Everyone's heart was suddenly poured with a basin of cold water, let alone going up to help, they just wished they could hide far away, for fear of being misjudged.

Is this punishment too exaggerated?!

The fighting on the fifth floor of the Lei Ming County labyrinth is fierce, while the Black Wind Valley, which is opposite to it, is still brewing the eve of the storm.

On the hillside about three kilometers south of Black Wind Valley, there is a pasture for Hell goats.

This is one of the many properties of the Dragoon family, just like the castle located in the

But at this moment, the ownership of the land was no longer important.

A glorious duel between High-Tier demons was underway, just like a glorious war between human nobles... nothing was more important than this.

Therefore, Luo Yan unceremoniously requisitioned this pasture on the hillside, dismissed the grazing onlookers in the usual demon fashion, and even conveniently requisitioned a few goats.

From a strategic perspective, there was a cliff to the north of the pasture, directly facing the castle three kilometers away; there was no place better suited for setting up cannons.

He trusted the Dragon family wouldn't quibble with him over the loss of a single pasture.

After all, compared to what they were about to lose, this little loss was merely a drop in the bucket.

After passing through the arena's teleportation array, the Goblins carrying their large and small bags arrived at the pasture one after another under Ouke's urging.

These Goblins were personally selected by him from the Demon Capital's slave market, costing Lord Demon King a full 1 million Kaila! They might not be battle-hardened soldiers, but they were definitely excellent craftsmen. Some of them had worked for Hell Dwarves, and others had even repaired roads and castles on the front lines.

Waving his whip, Ouke was as excited and nervous as if he'd been injected with adrenaline, shouting and urging them on.

"Faster! Faster! Push your things to the side of the cliff! Ouke will teach you how to assemble them! Everyone, hurry up for Ouke!"

"Whoever dares to lose a single part, Ouke will twist their head off!"

This was his first time on a battlefield.

Luo Yan could clearly see that he was overly nervous, spilling all his excess emotions onto his subordinates.

With a commander this nervous, they didn't even need the other side to do anything to turn his own men into frightened birds.

This wouldn't do.

Although Luo Yan didn't expect these cowards to play a role on the front lines, it would be a problem for him if they dropped their gear and ran at the first charge from the other side.

These Goblins were, after all, bought with his money from the Demon Capital's slave market; even if they were to die, they had to be of some use.

Thus, Luo Yan walked over to Ouke, reached out and grabbed the whip held high in the latter's hand, and then, under the latter's surprised and fearful gaze, shouted for him.

"Alright, boys, stop for a moment and look at me."

The Goblins stopped one by one, looking tremblingly at the cloaked Luo Yan, their eyes filled with both tension and fear.

Just as he expected.

Whatever emotions Ouke was feeling right now, these Goblins were feeling the same, and even more than twice as bad.

Luo Yan cleared his throat and continued in a casual tone.

"I know you're all confused right now; yesterday you were still hanging with tags in the Demon Capital's slave market being sold like livestock, and today you're inexplicably carrying bags from the arena onto the battlefield... but isn't that what life is? Always full of surprises, never able to guess what comes next, haha."

The joking was mainly to divert their attention and relax their taut nerves, so they wouldn't act like they were heading to the execution ground in the next second... even if this was indeed an execution ground.

Seeing their faces gradually calm down, Luo Yan changed the subject and continued.

"Listen, you should have realized where you are and what you need to do next, but I don't want you to overcomplicate the problem."

"I never intended for you to charge like knights, or to rush up like livestock to consume that castle's ammunition—because that's work for 100 Kaila Goblins, and each of you is worth over 1000 Kaila!"

As his voice fell, Luo Yan could clearly feel those gray, dull pupils gradually brightening, reigniting the hope of survival.

These Goblins didn't care about being price-tagged; after all, they had been born into that, and some had even changed hands several times in the slave market.

A 1000 Kaila Goblin was different from a 100 Kaila Goblin...

This seemed more persuasive than any flowery language, convincing them instantly despite their previous anxiety.

Luo Yan keenly noticed this, and a smile finally curled at the corners of his mouth.

There was no point in painting a rosy picture for the dead.

If these guys didn't even expect to live and were convinced they were just cannon fodder, then anything he said about tomorrow would be useless.

But now it was different.

A desire to survive had ignited in the heart of every Goblin, no longer just the panic of whether they could survive.

For them, Luo Yan could bestow even more—

For example, a reason to fight.

"Understand? You are not cannon fodder, and I have never intended to treat you as cannon fodder; I hope you won't take it upon yourselves to think so! Do you know why I chose you? Because you are different from other Goblins; you have nimble hands and wisdom and cunning that don't lose to Gnomes... and that is exactly what I need!"

Looking at those increasingly bright eyes, he raised his loud voice, letting it resound across the entire pasture.

"I hope you all survive and come with me to my Demon King territory!"

"There, you won't have to live like slaves waiting for tomorrow, and you won't have to fear a future you can never guess! You'll have your own nests to sleep in, meat to eat, and wine to drink, just like the Goblins walking the streets of the Demon Capital!"

"Everything they can do, you can do! And you can do even more! Because at most, they are just Goblins, while you—"

"Are Gnoblars!!!"

That was a word Luo Yan had come up with on the spur of the moment; it wasn't a race that truly existed in this world, but a reference to a game from his previous life on Earth. Improvised speeches were like that: having a general direction in mind and saying what the audience most wanted to hear based on their reactions.

Luo Yan needed a word to distinguish this group of Goblins from others, to make them realize their difference.

It was just that Luo Yan hadn't expected the reaction of the Goblins before him to be so intense; the excited cheering seemed to resonate.

Principal Aiwen gave Caesar a look of certainty, looking unfathomable, and continued slowly:

"I don't know if you've heard, he has a close relationship with the little girl of the Padriqi family."

Caesar sat up straight with great interest.

"You mean, the Padriqi family has taken action?"

"Just the opposite," Principal Aiwen smiled mysteriously, "I heard that he politely declined the olive branch thrown by the Padriqi family and decided to win with his own strength."

Hearing this, Caesar's expression finally moved slightly.

If he won with the help of the Padriqi family, it wouldn't be surprising in his eyes, after all, although the Dragoon family has a profound foundation, it is still too inferior in front of the Padriqi family.

However, what he didn't expect was that this young man, who was said to be an orphan, actually refused the help extended by the Padriqi family...

"Interesting..." Rubbing his chin with his index finger, a trace of appreciation rose in Caesar's eyes, and he even had a thought of pulling him over.

This son has quite his demeanor back then, whether it is that courage or handsome appearance, it is fine to develop as an peripheral member.

The Prince Prince Kelin family has many side branches, all of which are reserves of "fresh blood", such as the daughter-in-law he is extremely satisfied with, who comes from one of them.

His precious granddaughter is not young anymore, and sooner or later she will have a need for the other half. Most of the candidates for marrying into the family are also picked from these side branches.

But it's too early to say these things now. The Prince Prince Kelin family is not as casual as Padriqi, and as the family head, he still has to observe.

Just when Caesar's eyes were staring straight at the duel arena, Principal Aiwen sitting on the side was secretly happy watching this former student and old friend.

This old thing doesn't seem to have realized yet that the child standing in the duel arena is very likely his own flesh and blood...

Is this the so-called "black under the lamp"?

Of course, it doesn't rule out that this is just his misunderstanding, but judging from various situations, it doesn't look like a misunderstanding at all.

Principal Aiwen held back his laughter, and could only cover it with coughing.

What a perverse taste!

He found himself becoming more and more evil.

Just when the two were waiting for the duel to start with their own thoughts, the second cubic cone projected an ancient castle located in the mountains.

That is the Baron territory of the Dragoon family near the Demon Capital, located between the underground valleys named Black Wind Valley, is a fortress easy to defend and hard to attack, named Black Wind Castle!

Looking at the thousand-odd Orc mercenaries waiting in full battle array on the city wall and the flag of the "Crown of Malice" mercenary group, the judges gave a moderate evaluation of 6.5 points after discussion.

Although the quality of these soldiers is far inferior to the "Hellfire" heavy infantry legion personally led by Xinuo Dragoon, the terrain of Black Wind Castle, which is easy to defend and hard to attack, provides it with a huge defensive bonus.

To capture this fortress, one must at least bring out five times the troops to barely look at it.

The demons in the auditorium are increasingly looking forward to the offensive troops on the "red side".

Although intuition tells most demons on the scene that this Demon King whose territory is in the depths of the human world probably can't bring out too many people, many demons have heard of this person's relationship with the Padriqi family, maybe the latter will help.

Basically, those who bet on Luo Yan's victory, except for Luo Yan himself, are all betting on this reason.

However, when the offensive troops on the red side appeared in the duel arena, almost all the audience in the auditorium were stunned, and even the host was stunned on the spot, unable to speak for a while.

"That is... Goblins?"

To be precise, that is a group of Goblins.

They are dressed simply, look crooked, and except for the shorts that barely cover their bodies, they only carry some large and small bags on their bodies.

Those things look like siege equipment... including the gadgets placed in the two-wheeled carts.

It can be seen that the Demon King of Lei Ming County has prepared a lot for this siege battle, but he didn't see the weapons used by the soldiers... even didn't see where the soldiers were.

It can't be that group of Goblins, right?! Looking at the shivering appearance of those Goblins, it makes people suspect that this group of guys were all picked up from the slave market, and they haven't been on the battlefield at all.

Looking at the cannon fodder troops appearing on the Demon King's side, there was a booing sound in the auditorium, and the gamblers who placed bets even started to scold their mothers.

"... Does he intend to give up the attack and focus on defense?" Staring at the noisy and noisy arena, Caesar Prince Prince Kelin frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

Although using the method of lowering the score of one's own offensive troops and winning by the score calculation after a double draw is also one of the ways to win, it is ultimately not glorious.

What does he want to do? Caesar was surprised to find that, as a demigod, he couldn't see through this kid's plan for a while.

And precisely because of this, his eyes became more and more curious, wishing the duel would start immediately, and both sides would immediately step into the teleportation array and rush to their respective battlefields.

Unlike Caesar's expectation, this time it was Principal Aiwen who couldn't sit still.

Aiwen didn't gamble, but he blew a lot of cowhide to the people around him, saying as if Luo Yan had won before the battle.

Seeing the Goblin cannon fodder appearing on the field, that old face couldn't hold it for a while.

He thought Luo Yan would bring out some hole cards to scare everyone, but he didn't expect this kid to just lie down.

However, the person sitting next to him is his proud student, and also the object he usually blows cowhide to.

Even if his heart was already beating like a drum, he was embarrassed to show it on his face at this moment, so he could only give a light cough and pretend to be unfathomable:

"Wait and see, it's too early to say anything now."

The judges in the auditorium whispered and discussed, and finally gave five 1-point scores as the final evaluation.

A total of 1,000 Goblins.

The battle hasn't started yet, it seems it has already ended.

Looking at the noisy auditorium, Xinuo Dragoon carried the battle axe on his shoulder and laughed and mocked:

"Luo Yan, is this your troop? Hahahaha, you really disappointed me!"

Mi Ya, who was very annoyed, was stuck on the window, gritting her teeth, wishing she could go down herself.

At least find a Silver-tier player?!

As a result, brought a group of Goblins...

One of them was sent by her.

Listening to the mockery from the opposite side, Luo Yan didn't pay attention at all, just calmly patted the shoulder of Ouke who was shivering beside him.

"Be confident, Ouke, you are a Goblin destined to become a legend, lift your chest... very good, just like this."

Ouke, who barely lifted his chest, had a smile on his face that was uglier than crying, and stammered:

"B-but Demon King... Ouke has never been on the battlefield! Ouke is not afraid of death, just afraid of losing face for you and Miss Mi Ya."

"Who said you will die? Not only will you not die, but you will become a legend of the Demon Capital!"

Looking at the terrified Ouke, Luo Yan didn't laugh at his cowardice, but reached out and pointed to the booing auditorium.

"See those guys who laugh at us? They don't believe we will win, even you don't believe it yourself..."

"But we will throw the facts into the faces of those demons, and let them see with their own eyes how stupid their arrogance is!"

"We will prove it to everyone with facts—"

"The times have changed!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 131 =====

"Gnoblars!!"

"Gnoblars!!!"

That group of Goblins born in the Demon Capital shouted gibberish, their eyes filled with excitement, as if they were standing on that screen, as if they were those Gnoblars.

Because these snot-nosed things were too unrefined and "ungrateful," the surrounding demons and demon-kin cast looks of disgust at them.

"These idiots."

"He's just bragging, and they're taking it seriously."

"Heh... I think His Majesty the Demon God is too merciful to them."

However, aside from those sour complaints, many demons also cast appreciative looks at the huge cubic cone screen.

"As expected of a Demon King Academy graduate, his silver tongue is indeed something."

"Too bad war isn't just about silver tongues."

"Are they building fortifications?"

"It's rare for an attacking side to build fortifications; are they planning to lay siege?"

"Are they assembling catapults?"

"Doesn't look like it; it looks a bit like human cannons."

Cannons weren't rare things, just like human muskets; while they posed a certain threat to fortresses, they weren't that powerful.

Generally, only a sufficient number of cannons in a prolonged bombardment could pose a significant threat to a fixed fortress.

And judging from the supplies carried by the Red Side's troops, there clearly wasn't that much ammunition.

The judges in the viewing area were also whispering, wondering if they had given this group of Goblins too low a score.

They didn't seem to be cannon fodder.

"What the hell is a Gnoblar?"

"Have you heard of it?"

"No..."

VIP box at the top of the auditorium.

Staring intently at the big screen, the look in Caesar Prince Kelin's eyes grew increasingly appreciative.

Unlike the other spectators present.

He was the Minister of Military Affairs in the Cabinet, so naturally, what he valued was different from other demons.

To be able to make the lowliest Goblins erupt with a fighting will not inferior to a regular army in such a short time! This guy was a talent! It was a waste of his talent to let him command a group of Goblins! Caesar, who had fought on the front lines, knew very well that some things could be achieved by magic, while others transcended the realm of magic.

For example, what he saw before him was clearly not in the realm of magic.

It was faith!

It was truly incredible that he had actually given a group of timid and cowardly Goblins faith!

"He is human, right?" Caesar suddenly looked at Headmaster Aiwen beside him, his eyes burning as he spoke.

Headmaster Aiwen was slightly taken aback and nodded.

"Yes... why?"

Caesar smiled and said.

"Nothing, I was just thinking... whether to pick a clan member from a cadet branch who doesn't have children to give him the Embrace."

Upon hearing this, Headmaster Aiwen couldn't hold it together, his burning soul fire flickering.

"Uh, I don't recommend you do that."

Caesar frowned.

"Why?"

Headmaster Aiwen stammered for a long time before squeezing out half a sentence.

"Hasn't the Partridge family already taken a liking to him... of course, you don't need to care about their opinion, but I think you should consider it further..."

He wanted to see a war of succession, a comeback of an illegitimate child, not a family soap opera!

Although Caesar hadn't said it explicitly, he knew his former student too well.

This man liked to spread his seed everywhere when he was young, and while he didn't like to get involved personally now that he was old, he was still busy arranging things for the younger generation of the clan...

"Isn't that perfect," Caesar said with a smile, "He's just an ordinary person; now that he has the status of a Prince Kelin family cadet branch member, I think the Partridge family will only be happy."

Of course, he had other plans, like introducing him to his precious granddaughter.

Compared to the succubus of the Partridge family, the Prince Kelin family's vampires were more attractive and powerful in every way.

Seeing through his thoughts at a glance, Headmaster Aiwen felt like he was about to break into a sweat.

Although he hadn't sweated in a long, long time since becoming a lich...

"I think the person's own opinion is very important... you'd better ask him."

"That's natural; a forced cactus fruit isn't sweet," Caesar laughed and said, "You hint at it for me; if he's not interested, then so be it, I won't force it."

Aiwen was stunned for a moment.

Is there such a thing as a sweet one?

Since becoming a lich, he hadn't tasted food in a long, long time.

(End of chapter)