I became the ancestor of the blood clan

You are fighting to protect us all, you are fighting for the dreams we once had.

All of us are behind you and you are never alone. "

These words directly hit Ollie's heart. The commander of Dawn Wings had a sore nose at the moment, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

"Brother Rekel..."

"Go, for dawn!"

Ollie took a deep breath, raised his head slightly, and tried to hold back the tears in his eyes.

The voice is hoarse and firm.

"For dawn."

After finishing speaking, the long cross sword in his hand was sheathed, without any further hesitation, he turned and left cleanly.

Looking at the extraordinary back, Rekel's eyes were also touched. No one expected that the little kid who followed him back then had grown into the commander of a powerful army.

The opponent is about to step onto the battlefield and go to fight in the dangerous underground world.

But it's all worth it for the great city beneath your feet.

"Rekel, is Ollie gone? Hehe~ It's still late."

Just as Ollie left, a middle-aged man in his 40s wearing a priest's robe ran to Rekel panting from a distance with a 7- or 8-year-old child.

Looking at the back of Ollie who had disappeared in the street, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"Uncle Patrill, don't be in such a hurry." Looking at Patrill in front of him in the priest's robe, Rekel shook his head.

"I have already explained to Ollie what should be explained."

Patrill sighed, with worry and pride in his eyes.

"Oli has grown up, I didn't expect that little guy who was by Uncle Patril's length all day long, and Uncle Patril's short, would one day go to the battlefield under my watchful eyes.

Kachar is on top, it really feels like a dream.

Rekel, I bet you didn't expect Ollie to be such a big deal as Commander of Dawnwing. "

Rekel smiled slightly, yes, who would have believed that they would have everything they have now three years ago?

"Father, I will become a hero riding a magic word bat like Brother Ollie in the future."

Little Patrill held onto Patrill's clothes, and his big black eyes flashed with deep admiration.

Flying in the sky on a magic bat is the most awesome thing for a little guy.

He was led by Ollie to ride once, and when he told his companions about it later, the envy in the eyes of others left deep marks in Little Patrill's heart.

When I grow up, I want to become a big hero like Brother Ollie, sit on a big bat, and fight for Daybreak City...

Rekel laughed loudly when he heard the words, with a bit of doting in his eyes, and stepped forward to touch the little guy's head.

"Little Pat, you will definitely become a hero like Ollie in the future... The future of Daybreak City will be guarded by you young people, just like Ollie is guarding you at this time."

Little Pat opened his eyes and looked at Rekel. Although he didn't quite understand what it meant, Rekel's gentle and expectant eyes were deeply imprinted in the little guy's mind.

Many years later, when little Pat rode a super-level bat to fight the dragon in the sky, he would always recall those eyes full of expectation, which were the most powerful pillar in his heart...

"Uncle Jike, I'm leaving."

Anthony, who was wearing full body armor, looked at Jike, who was lazily lying on the chair in front of him without moving, shaking his legs from time to time, just like an ordinary old man, with a complicated expression.

This war is the largest war in the history of Dawn City. In the face of millions of cave spiders occupying half a plane, all the troops will be thrown into the underground world for this mighty battle.

Anthony who joined King's Blade is no exception.

Hearing this, Jike lifted his spirits a bit, raised his head slightly, and quietly watched Anthony, who looked very heroic after wearing dwarf armor, with cloudy eyes, and there was some emotion in his eyes.

"Go ahead, it's bound to happen from the moment you step foot in the barracks.

As a warrior of Dawn City, you should fight to protect the city.

In the past few months, I have given you everything I should have given you.

Remember that sentence - when you hold the holy sword, you will have a fearless heart.

Courage will live with you, faith will become your strength.

Only those with the strongest beliefs can have the most powerful power. "

After he finished speaking, his tone paused, and a flash of reminiscence flashed in Jike's eyes.

"Anthony, I'm old. The future is always yours. Fight for your beliefs. Fearlessness will last forever..."

After finishing speaking, there was a bit of expectation and regret in those cloudy and old eyes.

"It's a pity, maybe I won't see the day when you shine on the main plane of glory."

Anthony opened his mouth and was about to speak when there was a shout from the door.

"Captain Anthony, the military department ordered an urgent assembly! The army is about to dispatch!"

Anthony took a deep breath, drew out his long sword and stood it upright in front of his chest, and gave a military salute to Jike.

Without saying another word, he turned and left cleanly.

The moment he stepped out of this room, Anthony's eyes were extremely firm. At this moment, he is a soldier of the City of Daybreak.

He will fight for this great city.

Even if you give your life and soul, you will never turn back.

Everything, for dawn.

Chapter 325 Local Tyrant Army (4000 words)

"Garp, are you sure you want to lead so many people to fight for vampires?"

Garp, who had just entered the room, paused when he heard this, and narrowed the sharp eyes on the lion's head.

Looking at the complicated light in the eyes of the fox shaman in front of him, he nodded slightly.

"Master Shaman, I am fighting for the crown, but at the same time I am fighting for the lion tribe."

The orc shaman in a gray robe made of animal skins was silent.

The weather-beaten, wrinkled face showed a bit of complexity, and the deep eyes were fixed on Garp.

"Orcs once fought only for themselves."

Garp shook his head, "That's why we face food shortages every winter, and there will always be clansmen who can never wake up in the winter months."

After speaking, he took two steps forward, fixed his eyes on the fox shaman in front of him, and did not back down at all.

"Mr. Morton, times have changed."

One sentence made Sam in front of him freeze in place.

"I swear to the Beast God, if the lion tribe survives like it used to, then we can only linger on the barren wasteland.

"Mr. Morton, I have always called you my teacher. You know, this is not the lion tribe I want."

Looking at the pair of unshakable eyes on Karp's mighty lion head, the fox shaman was shocked.

Just about to say something, Garp said that he took two steps back, turned his back to him, and came to the window of this spacious stone house. With his hands on the open window sill, he stared at the dwarven valley forever covered in white fog. The shrouded sky has an inexplicable touch on his expression.

"Mr. Morton, you watched me grow up.

I still remember that the first prey I hunted in the wilderness was you by my side, when I was six years old, the prey was a prairie wolf twice as tall as me..."

Morton Mist, the wrinkled shaman's eyes flashed a bit of reminiscence.

"Yeah, that was really a good memory, the old patriarch was still there..."

Garp's tall body directly covered most of the light coming in from the window. Looking from behind, the extraordinary armor propped up by the muscles made the 18th-level orc king look even stronger.

The deep voice continued to sound in the house.

"After I hunted down the prairie wolf, you asked me, if one day I became the patriarch of the lion tribe, what would I do?"

Morton Misty's eyes were slightly startled, and then a look of reminiscence appeared on his face.

"You said, you will feed every member of the lion tribe, and no orc will die of hunger and cold in winter..."

Everyone is fed... It seems simple, but it is simply impossible for the orcs living in the barren wasteland.

The orcs have long lost the glory of their ancestors, and humans have driven them from the fertile land to the remote and barren wasteland, where food is the most scarce thing.

No matter how big the tribe was, it was impossible to have enough food to feed every orc. Even in the capital of the orc king, a large number of orcs were starving.

Garp turned his head sharply, staring at Morton with scorching eyes, "Now, under the rule of Your Majesty, the Lion Tribe has lived the life I swore to let the Lion Tribe live.

Mr. Morton, can you give me a reason why the Lion Tribe doesn't fight for Daybreak City? "

Morton came to Garp's side. This stone house was built on the hill next to the dwarf valley, and he could clearly see the whole dwarf valley.

Looking from the window to the dwarven valley where a new city has been re-established, the faces of the orcs on the streets are full of joy that has never been seen before.

Morton opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again after a moment.

After a long silence, he spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

"What are you going to do?"

"How to do?"

Garp shook his head, "Mr. Morton, this time you come back to Daybreak City with me, and I will introduce you to Your Majesty.

With your wisdom.

In the city of Daybreak will bloom even brighter brilliance. "

Morton took a deep look at Cap.

"Are you so confident that the city lord of Daybreak City will reuse an aging orc shaman?"

"Mr. Morton, you taught me the rules of living in the barren wasteland.

The victor gets everything..."

Garp didn't continue halfway through his words, turned around and walked straight out the door.

"The future of the Lion Tribe is in our hands, and the choice is yours. Teacher Morton, I don't want you to stay in Daybreak City forever this time."

As the words fell, the 18th-level beastman king left surrounded by more than a dozen guards at the door without staying any longer.

Thousands of troops have been organized outside waiting for his inspection. This is the last batch of fighters transported to the underground world in the past three days.

The winner gets everything?The opposite is that the loser will lose everything...

Morton murmured and repeated this sentence, until Garp's back disappeared, the vicissitudes of Sam's eyes were not angry at this time, but showed extremely gratified eyes.

As a king who brings his master to survive in the wasteland, if there is no firm will and iron-blooded means, then this tribe will soon collapse.

At this time, Morton saw the light he was most looking forward to in Karp.

"Garp, I'm getting old, I've been with the Lion Tribe long enough, maybe it's true as you said, times have changed..."

In the afternoon of that day, the last orc army of 5000 people flew to the Valley of Giants under the transportation of the magic word bat.

And Garp took Morton back to Daybreak City alone.

But unfortunately, Li De left the City of Daybreak one step earlier, and personally led the blood clan deep into the underground world.

Looking at the huge 35-blade military fortress in front of him, which completely encloses the entrance to the underground world, Li De's expression is wonderful.

"You mean, we built a total of 8 such military fortresses in the past eight months?"

Three days have passed since the bronze egg was hatched.