Afel didn't expect that this giant actually had the Asura hand that all warriors dream of.

Where did the monster emerge? It is a body that is naturally above level nine and can cultivate fighting spirit. It has the hand of Asura. Are you planning to become the strongest person in the holy realm?

"Surrender, Afel, at this time my subordinates have captured your castle, and everyone inside is hostage." Moro saw that he could not defeat Afel, so he began to use the mouth cannon tactic.

Affel's face changed.

He didn't expect this giant to play this trick. It was obvious that other giants would not be so insidious!

"Don't believe it?" Moro looked confident.

This made Afriel a little confused.

"Actually, there is no need to fight to the death between me and you. I want everything about your castle. I just built a force and needed subordinates. You have also seen my potential. I can cultivate your human fighting spirit, and I am just a second-level warrior now. When I become stronger, or even a level ten-level warrior like you, how strong do you think I will be?" Moro saw that the mouth cannon was useful, and immediately increased his offensive.

Affel said nothing because he couldn't refute it, and it was difficult for him to kill him now, let alone when he broke through to level 10 warriors?

You can kill yourself in seconds.

"You know what would happen if you didn't have time to grow up, why don't you wait until the Dou Qi reaches a higher level before coming out?" Affel asked.

Moro relaxed his eyebrows and started to laugh.

“Because I think the process is a little faster.”

Affel shrugged, not choosing to be cowardly, but choosing to face the difficulties...

"What is your power?" he asked.

"All races, without barriers, are living in peace and living in harmony under my rule and under my law." Moro replied.

"This is impossible." Affel said instinctively.

"No, this is possible. Obeying the strong is the natural instinct of all living things. Otherwise, why should you Aphir sit in this position and your personal charm?" Moro retorted.

"There are always those who are not afraid of power," Affel said.

"Then clean them up. Since ancient times, haven't they just killed the opponents and then left only followers?" Moro asked back.

"Do you want to be the king of all races? Do you know that even the six major forces cannot accommodate all races?" Affel questioned.

"For me, good and evil are not incompatible, nor are they only black and white. As long as they obey me, the supreme ruler, king and emperor, why can't the dead and living creatures drink and talk about wine and talk, and let the dark races enjoy the sunshine and flowers?" Moro said confidently.

"It's ridiculous..." Aphir shook his head.

The blood feud between humans and other races is not so easy to fill or forget.

"But, I have no choice but to do anything about it. For the more than 500,000 hostages in the castle, I will surrender to you. Why should I call you? King?" Aphel said with a shrugged.

"You can do it either, or the First Emperor." Moro certainly knew that Afri was looking for a reason for himself, but Moro had the confidence to realize this seemingly crazy idea.

"What does the First Emperor mean?" Affel didn't understand, and he could barely understand the King of the Lord.

"I'll explain this to you later." Moro signaled that they had to go back and solve the problem of Bell Castle first.

Affel nodded.

Then Moro looked at the shield and axe that had turned into pieces with heartache, my little money.

"You said you were going to take us to the ruins of the north?" Aphir saw a group of giants driving everyone out, and after digging the ground around the castle, he looked back at Moro.

"That place is very barren, and there is no way to grow any food, and there are very few creatures. We have more than half a million people, some of which are warriors and knights. The ruins of the north cannot support us." Affel said.

"That was before, everything was different after I came," Moro said.

I heard that I would move to the northern ruins collectively, and everyone expressed their opposition. Just kidding, although the northern ruins were big enough, nothing could be planted in that place. How could I live after I went there?

However, Moro ignored their opposition and forced out the castle, which was larger than a tricycle, and Moro took the castle back to the real world.

After watching Moro disappear out of thin air and appear out of thin air, and the castle is gone, everyone knows that they have no way out.

So they all got on a tricycle and left with Moro.

Aphir was worried about the difficulties in the future, but saw that there was an extra 100-meter-high earth wall in the boundary line of the northern ruins. After the tricycle approached, the earth wall automatically opened and waited for the tricycle to pass before closing again.

"What is that?" Afel asked in surprise.

"That is the Great Wall of our empire." Moro said with a smile.

As they got closer to the depths of the northern ruins, everyone was stunned, because the old, weak, women and children of the earth giants were busy. The hard wasteland of the northern ruins turned into fertile black mud at some point, and the earth giants were turning up and dismantling the black mud. You can see that even though it was several meters deep, it was all this black mud!

"How did you do it? Do you have a world artifact that can control the earth?" Aphir knew that the earth giant had no ability to change the soil.

"This is the emperor's secret," Moro said.

In fact, it was just a fertilizer brought from the real world. He also realized that if the wastelands in the north were founded, they would not be able to support the people at all. In view of the possibility that rice could turn into super-high food to satisfy the giants, Moro ran back and bought more than a dozen kinds of fertilizers. However, he did not expect that after these fertilizers were sprinkled, the wasteland became fertile black mud to the naked eye, which was almost the same as pond mud. The problem was solved.

"What should the warriors and knights do?" Affel asked. The high-end food they brought was also limited, and high-end food was not enough to be grown. If it was ordinary food, low-level warriors would be fine. They only need to eat one ton of food for a meal. For medium-level warriors, they would have to eat hundreds of tons in one meal, not to mention warriors above level eight.
Chapter completed!