An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing.

Chapter 61 Siege (for further reading)

Hei Jiao's vision was not fulfilled.

But he just yelled a few words, and stopped entanglement.

After all, I have been addicted to reproduction for decades,
Jiaolong also gets tired sometimes, not to mention that he doesn't have any heirs, so it is still a bit of a blow to Jiaolong.

Now Zhang Ke's appearance diverted his attention.

Although, my mother once said that Jiao and dragon are two different species at that time, and the attitude of real dragons towards these dragon species is not friendly, just like his former father, but in this same race, it does not Feeling malicious.

Even, in terms of his attitude towards himself, is he gentler than his father in memory?
And being able to follow him, smelling the good smell, Hei Jiao felt that his blood was boiling faintly.

This is the blood resonating.

It is my own dragon bloodline, imitating the breath of the same family, making adjustments - evolution, and finally transforming into a dragon!
Of course, relying on the spontaneous adjustment of blood vessels, this process is very long.

However, it is much faster than groping for progress by yourself.

In order not to be driven away.

Thinking of the helpless look of his fellow clansmen when they were crying just now, Hei Jiao rolled his eyes.

In the next moment, he changed from a strong man to a child.

With two knots tied on the top of his head, wearing a black armor, he followed Zhang Ke.

"It's good to use the original appearance, don't deliberately win my sympathy."

Seeing Hei Jiao's action of wanting to hold her for a while, Zhang Ke frowned slightly.

Although it is said that it is the consensus of all races to be more tolerant towards cubs.

Now, even with this appearance, it is difficult for Zhang Ke to associate it with innocence/childhood.

"I'm already that old."

Seeing Tie Tie's idea in vain, Hei Jiao was a little disappointed: "I'm naturally this old."

Zhang Ke looked at Hei Jiao's short appearance.

It's not that exaggerated, is it?

After regaining consciousness and looking at the black flood dragon again, Zhang Ke felt extremely complicated.

He didn't open his mouth to ask, fearing that if he really asked something shocking, it would cause an accident.

Along the river,

Zhang Ke circled the vast black land, and then came to the Yalu River through several tributaries.

Standing on the surface of the river, looking at the rolling green mountains and forests on the opposite side, and the curling smoke from cooking in the distance, Zhang Ke took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

After a while, the cloudy clouds became one piece, and with the thunder, the sky seemed to have opened countless holes, and the torrential rain merged into a waterfall, pouring towards the earth.

As the rain fell, the water levels of the rivers on the peninsula began to rise sharply.

Various rivers and streams on the peninsula also welcomed uninvited guests one after another.

"Under the command of the Water God to unify the peninsula's water system, those who know how to give up resistance, wait for the army to take over, those who don't know how to do it, hehe!"

Thousands of shrimp soldiers and fish generals brandished crude weapons, shouted slogans, rushed in, and wiped out the local aborigines who did not cooperate.

Relying on the astonishing numerical advantage and superiority of the upper class, the local aquarium has no power to resist and collapses at the first touch.

Some "soldiers and horses" were left to take care of the captives, while the rest of the Shui tribe set foot on land in the continuous rain, and came to the villages and towns to repeat the previous process.

Under the surveillance of the rain curtain, they carried out the order very well, killing the warriors who dared to draw their swords, leaving behind the "weak" males, women and children.

Of course, not all aquarists are dedicated to their duties.

But after a few daring water demons were dismembered into sashimi by a stream of water, the faint restlessness quietly calmed down.

It took two days.

Villages and towns, including most of the cities, have all fallen.

Under the favor of the heavy rain, these water monsters with primitive weapons defeated the soldiers in armor and swords, and broke into the human king's city all the way.

Under the city wall, countless aquariums gather together, which is even more spectacular than the overwhelming scene during the locust plague.

They stepped on the water and climbed up the city wall.

Although he fell back into the water within a few steps because of his slippery body, even the useless efforts made the guards on the city wall tremble.

The sorcerer in strange attire just glanced at the city wall before his legs went limp and he sat on the ground.

"Master, what do you think we should do?"

Compared with the warlock who had been frightened, the general on one side still retained a small amount of reason. He helped the warlock up from the ground, pulled the warlock aside and asked in a low voice.

The warlock in front of him is the hope of him, and even the whole kingdom.

Anyone can be stupid, but he can't
The generals, and even the superiors of the entire Li Dynasty, are now tied to the national teacher's hope of survival. If he is crazy, isn't it true that everyone is hopeless?

As long as there is still one breath left, no one wants to die, especially those who die at the hands of monsters, the body cannot be preserved, and the soul cannot be peaceful
No one wanted to die as a ghost, and neither did the warlock, but there was nothing he could do about the situation.

The ones in front of me are not monsters in twos and threes.

Its unit of measurement is ten thousand.

At least one hundred thousand monsters!
A war of this scale, even if it happened in the Great Ming Dynasty, would turmoil the country's fortune at least, and destroy the country and its family at worst. And for a small country like them, how can they struggle besides waiting for death?

The heart is dead, and the attitude doesn't matter: "Hehe, what should I do?"

"My opinion is to wait for death, or you can ask those monsters to see what they are going to do?"

"Anyway, for you now, as long as you can live, there is nothing you can't sell, right?"

The general thought about it, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

At this time, anyone with a normal mind knows that Wang Cheng is hopeless.

If the weather is normal, if you fight to the death, you may be able to open your mouth and escape some people.

But under the heavy rain, the outside is muddy, and the water on the land is knee-deep. How can a person outrun the water monster in this situation?
Since the king never thought of dying standing up, let the national teacher come out.

Then I want to give birth on my knees.

"Don't bother the two masters with one thing, please ask the national teacher to find a way to talk to these monsters?"

"Huh? What are you doing, wait"

As the general said, two guards stepped forward to clamp the warlock, and someone else brought a hanging basket and threw the national teacher inside.

The warlock never imagined that he was the one who was harmed by his words.

But in the face of a sharp spear, the warlock in the hanging basket was very reluctant, but he still chose to obey.

With the rotation of the roller, the hanging basket went down the city wall a little bit, and finally stopped half a meter above the heads of the water monsters.

But the expected scene of monster cannibalism did not appear.

Only at the beginning, the water monsters under the city wall were a little boiling, but after the hanging basket fell, the water monsters calmed down, and even left an open space at the city wall where the hanging basket was.

Then, a big crab with a height of three meters walked to the front from a distance.

Looking down at the warlock curled up in the hanging basket: "Can you take charge?"

(End of this chapter)