An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

Black Dragon's vision was not fulfilled.

But they just yelled a few words and stopped entangled.

After all, he has been addicted to reproduction for decades,

Jiaolong also gets tired sometimes, not to mention not having any heirs, which is still a bit of a shock to Jiaolong.

Now Zhang Ke's appearance has diverted its attention.

Although my mother had said at that time that dragons and dragons were two different species, true dragons did not have a friendly attitude towards these dragon species. Just like his father, he did not have the same attitude towards this kind of dragon. Feeling malicious.

In fact, his attitude towards himself is gentler than the father in his memory?

And being able to follow him and smell the delicious smell, Hei Jiao felt that his blood was boiling.

This is the resonance of blood.

It is his dragon bloodline that is simulating the aura of his own race, adjusting and evolving, and finally transforming into a dragon!

Of course, relying on the spontaneous adjustment of blood vessels, this process is very long.

However, the progress is much faster than trying to figure it out on your own.

In order not to be driven away.

Thinking of the helpless expressions of his fellow clan members when they cried just now, Heijiao rolled his eyes.

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

With two knots on his head and wearing a black armor, he followed Zhang Ke forward.

"Just use it as you are, don't try to win my sympathy."

Zhang Ke frowned slightly when he saw the black dragon trying to hold him back.

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

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

"That's how big I am."

Seeing that Tie Tie's idea was in vain, Heijiao was a little disappointed: "I'm naturally that big."

Zhang Ke looked at the short appearance of the black dragon.

It's not that exaggerated, right?

After coming back to his senses and looking at the black dragon again, Zhang Ke felt particularly complicated.

He didn't ask, fearing that he would say something shocking and cause an accident.

Along the river,

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

Standing on the river, looking at the continuous green mountains and forests on the opposite side, as well as the smoke curling up in the distance, Zhang Ke took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

After a while, the clouds formed into one, accompanied by thunder, the sky seemed to have opened countless holes, and the heavy rain formed a waterfall, pouring towards the earth.

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

Various rivers and streams on the peninsula have also welcomed uninvited guests.

"I have been ordered by the God of Water Control to unify the water system of the peninsula. Those who know better will give up resistance and wait for the army to take over. Those who don't know better, hum!"

Thousands of shrimp soldiers and fish generals, waving simple weapons and shouting slogans, rushed in and wiped out the uncooperative locals.

Relying on the astonishing numerical advantage and upper-level superiority, the local aquatic tribe was powerless to resist and collapsed at the first touch.

Some of the "soldiers and horses" were left to guard the prisoners, while the rest of the Shui Tribe army set foot on land in the continuous rain, came to villages and towns, and repeated 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 aquatics are dedicated to their duties.

But after a few bold water monsters were dismembered into sashimi by a stream of water, the vague restlessness quietly calmed down.

It took two days.

Villages and towns, including most of the cities, were all destroyed.

Under the heavy rain, these water monsters carrying primitive weapons defeated the soldiers wearing armor and holding swords, and fought their way to the human royal city.

Under the city wall, countless aquatic animals gathered together, which was even more spectacular than the overwhelming scene during the locust plague.

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

Although his body was slippery, he fell back into the water within a few steps, but even his efforts were in vain, making the guards on the city wall tremble.

The warlock wearing strange clothes only took one look at the city wall before his legs collapsed and he sat on the ground.

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

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

The warlock in front of him was the hope for him and the entire kingdom.

Anyone can be stupid, but not him

The generals, and even the entire Li Dynasty's superiors, now have their hopes of survival tied to the Imperial Preceptor. If he goes crazy, wouldn't everyone be saved?

As long as there is still one breath left, no one wants to die, especially those who die in the hands of monsters. The body cannot be preserved and the soul cannot rest in peace.

No one wants to become a lonely ghost after death, and neither does the warlock, but there is nothing he can do about the current situation.

What is in front of me is not just twos and threes of monsters.

Its unit of measurement is ten thousand,

At least more than 100,000 demons!

A war of this scale, even if it occurred in the Ming Dynasty, would at least destabilize the fate of the country, and at worst, destroy the country and destroy the family. And for a small country like theirs, how else could they struggle besides waiting for death?

My heart is dead, and my attitude doesn’t matter anymore: “Haha, what should I do?”

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

"Anyway, for you now, as long as you can survive, 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 right mind would know that Wangcheng is hopeless.

When the weather is normal, if we fight to the death, we might be able to tear open the door and escape with some people.

But under the heavy rain, it was muddy outside, and the water on the land was deeper than the knees. How could anyone outrun the water monster in this situation?

Since the king didn't want to die standing, he still asked the national master to come out.

Then I want to give birth on my knees.

"If you don't bother me with anything, I would like to ask the Imperial Master to think of a way to talk to these monsters?"

"Huh? What are you going to do, wait"

As the general said, two guards came forward to hold the warlock between his sides, and someone else brought a hanging basket and threw the national master into it.

The warlock never imagined that he was actually being harmed by his words.

But facing the sharp spears, the warlock in the hanging basket was reluctant, but still chose to obey.

As the rollers rotated, the hanging basket moved downwards along the city wall, and finally stopped half a meter above the heads of the water monsters.

The expected scene of monsters eating people 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 on the city wall where the hanging basket was located.

Then, a three-meter-tall big crab walked closer from a distance.

From a high position, he looked at the warlock huddled in the hanging basket: "Can you take charge?"