In fact, the proposal of the two was in line with Rock's purpose, and it was a natural thing to agree. After two days of fighting, the momentum was already established.

According to Rock's original plan, he planned to find an intelligence organization to spread some information. Unexpectedly, the effect of the three fifth-level apprentices was surprisingly good, and he didn't need to worry about anything else.

For Grace and Leed, they were following the trend, and this practice was beneficial to them and to the person they introduced.

More importantly, the two must have a more detailed understanding of the 'psychotoxin demonizer' so that they can formulate follow-up measures, and each of them has their own small plans.

"Captain, why are you here?" Lao Lang was a little surprised when he looked at the captain outside the door.

"What expression do you have? You are not welcome." Rock half-squinted, and some dangerous aura began to permeate his eyes.

"Welcome, of course, welcome. Captain, please come in." Lao Lang did not be fooled by him, but cooperated to look frightened.

This expression looked a little exaggerated, and Rock gave his acting skills fifty-one in his heart.

When casting a barrier, it may be for the purpose of garrisoning troops. There are many barracks inside, and one barracks are divided into many small rooms, allowing a brigade of thirty people to live in.

At this time, Rock's team lived in an independent barracks. Because there were many rooms, due to the habit of black witch apprentices, the next door to each person's living room was empty.

"I'm not kidding anymore. Regarding the 'poison gas bomb', that is, the psychotoxin demonizer, you must be very curious and are eager to know its real effect, right!" After closing the door, Rock's face turned right.

"I can't hide it from you, Captain." Lao Lang nodded straightforwardly.

"The same should be true for everyone else. After careful consideration, I consulted with the deputy captain and made a decision. When fighting against the aliens tomorrow, I will let you see it and add some confidence to your heart." After a second, Rock said solemnly.

"Really?" A glimmer flashed in Lao Lang's eyes, but he was a little suspicious because the captain was too cautious and hid everything deeply.

"Of course," continued Rock, "but I have a suggestion that you can consider whether to accept it."

"Please say it." In Lao Lang's opinion, it is normal for the captain to have some requirements.

"You know the purpose in front of you, so I just said that we need more like-minded apprentices to complete the plan more securely and seek the benefits of the plane battlefield." Luo Ke said in a deep voice, seeing that Lao Lang's face remained unchanged, he continued:

"So, after seeing the 'poison gas bomb', I hope you will take the initiative to help and invite some familiar apprentices."

"Uh---No problem. If there is a suitable person in the pass, I will persuade them." After pondering for a while, Lao Lang agreed and did not give any guarantee.

"Don't worry, your efforts will not be in vain. Remember to keep the contract confidential before it, and ---" Finally, Rock did not forget to remind him a few words and made his own request.

After coming out of Laolang's room, he found the Blood Dove again, and then talked to them for a while, and the content was the same.

Since he met the request of the two deputy captains, he didn't mind maximizing his interests. All the team members had partners. He would give it a try and go with the flow. Anyway, there was that contract, so he was not afraid of them rebelling.

It is worth mentioning that the harsh contract was witnessed by the "Gray Mist Spirit". Rock speculated that the people in the Gray Mist Tower Academy were probably the most restrictive, so he emphasized the apprentice of the Gray Mist Tower.

The contract was provided by the instructor and he had no way to change it.

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The wasteland between the two barriers was occupied by alien races for a long time and had long been regarded as their territory. That night, a meeting was held at the camp of the snake tail tribes, covering all the races on the wasteland.

In the animal-skin tent, the alien elders were listed, with a total of 20 people, and there were two of them in each tribe, and only the wild boars had 6 elders.

At this moment, the person who presided over the meeting in the first seat came.

"Listen to the report of the people below, a certain tribe has taken the battle for 80 people, and has fought four times, and has not injured one of the other person so far." A lizard elder said loudly, trying to attract the attention of others.

His purpose was achieved, and the elders of other races looked over and showed a look.

"Jeff, what do you mean?" The old kowtowish elder stood up suddenly and glared at him.

"Don't be angry, I'm just curious. No matter how powerful the other party is, he is not a group of waste after sacrificing so many tribes. "The Lizardman Jeff grinned and said suspiciously.

"Bastard, do you dare to insult my warriors of the Qingya clan, dare you fight me?" The old dog-headed elder scolded and directly interrupted him.

"Jeff of the Hei Taki clan, I want to ask you~ Blood Flag Battle." Another middle-aged dog-headed elder even more directly, pulled off the pennant flag around his waist and was about to throw it over.

In the afternoon, the dog-headed man damaged an elder. After a while, the Qingya clan re-entered an elder and many warriors from outside the pass to re-enter the camp.

The middle-aged dog-kow is the elder who has entered the wasteland.

In fact, these elders are all kingly bloodlines, and each tribe generally has two elders in the wasteland camp, one main and the other auxiliary to manage the camp.

The other elders were not surprised by the dispute between the two clans, because the two clans are feudal, and their origins can be traced back to the "Golden War". When hundreds of races competed for the eight major golden masters, the dog-headed man and the lizard man formed a blood feud, and then the dispute continued.

"Swish."

With the sound of dragging on the ground, a middle-aged snake-tail tribe walked in with a gloomy face. He had no feet, only a slender snake-tail. He held a silver scepter, and there was an exquisite crown on the orb at the top of the scepter.

The Crown Scepter represents the honor of the "Imperial Bloodline".

"Elder Hai Hashile."

Feeling the faint pressure of deep blood, the group of people couldn't help but stand up and bow to him to greet him.

The elder of the Scepter walked to the top, leaned on the scepter a few times, and then sat down slowly after the surroundings became quiet.

"Everyone, you have already understood the situation. I call you not to settle the responsibility, but to solve the problem, to ensure that there is no problem in the "Glory Battleground No. 3". Do you understand?

If something goes wrong, there is one thing for everyone present, and no one can escape punishment. Let's stay for the 'Killing Moon'."

When everyone heard his words, they couldn't help but feel shocked.

Everyone present knows that there are three "Glory Battlegrounds" on the Nine Ring Plane, and the No. 3 Battlegrounds are the smallest and they are stationed together. Once serious problems arise, they will die at the least, or the race will be affected at the worst, and may even be excluded from the Golden Master.

"What instructions does Elder Hai Hashile have?"

"This is a common matter for all races, let's discuss it first." Elder Scepter said unhappily. Although he is of the imperial bloodline, it is actually difficult for him to order other races except the snake tail race.

"If not, our clan will take action and mobilize twenty elders at will. No matter what advanced wizard apprentice he is, it is no problem." A wild boar elder said heroically.
Chapter completed!