I, the invincible strong man, was deceived by the system for 100 years

Homer Plains.

late at night.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and the stars were hiding under the dazzling brilliance of the moonlight.

The fresh wind swayed the tender grass on the ground, and the green grass of the whole grassland was a little bit stiff.

The bonfires were connected together, and the soldiers in poor clothes sat around the bonfire, silent.

The bright firelight reflected on the tired and sluggish faces of the soldiers, and each soldier's forehead seemed to be covered with haze.

Occasionally, a soldier's stomach could be heard gurgling with hunger, and then the soldiers would pull up the grass on the ground and put it in their mouths to chew.

In some places, soldiers took out black-painted bread from their arms or luggage, or unknown food dug from the ground.But such stealing behavior will be discovered by the companions.

Hungry soldiers have good noses, and as far as the eyes can see, no food can escape their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a battle for food will begin.

The big explosion in Osterna forest led to the invasion of orcs.This made Fort Origi's finances strained, and the kingdom searched for food everywhere as food and grass to defend against the orcs.

And the start of a new war has overwhelmed the civilians of Fort Origi.

Most importantly, most of the soldiers in this war were forcibly called.

These soldiers are cannon fodder. When they go to the battlefield, they may not even be able to lift their knives.Oh, of course, if they can afford weapons.

"Why don't they eat meat?"

There was no morale at all, and in the Origi Fort camp, where soldiers might starve to death in the next second, many strangers suddenly came.

A nobleman of the Kingdom of Clay, a third-rank Transcendent, murmured, looking at these skinny soldiers, he murmured suspiciously.

This lurking trip was simpler than they imagined.

Fort Origi has no soldiers with the slightest morale, and it is not fortified at all, lifeless.It is not as enthusiastic as the army of the Kingdom of Clay.

"So many people died, why didn't you see you die?"

Borg snorted coldly at the nobleman.

Usually, he is quite polite.But hearing such words, even his royal self-cultivation couldn't help it.

The noble sneered, realizing that what he said was a bit ridiculous, and did not dare to refute.

I saw that Borg walked towards a campfire.

He was obviously wearing a gray robe and a smiling face mask, which couldn't be more obvious.However, no soldier recognized his identity.Even the patrolling soldiers just looked at Borg and the nobleman suspiciously, and then hurriedly left.

Life has already made them breathless, and they don't even know whether they will live or die tomorrow.What reason do they have to meddle in those business?It would be more interesting to find out who has hidden food.

After a little questioning, Borg knew the purpose of his trip.

He led the nobles who were in the same team with him and walked towards a camp.

The tents were brightly lit, and the voices of several small captains could be heard inside.

"Hey, I don't know why those nobles have gone crazy. The treasury is empty, and there are internal and external troubles. At this time, all the soldiers should be gathered in the rear to take a defensive posture, and then send diplomats to negotiate a peace."

"Brother, have a drink. These things are not for us to talk about, at least we are still young generals, right? At least we don't have to go hungry."

"You're right, have a drink. Maybe after this meal, you'll have to wait for the next life!"

Borg frowned.

The situation in Fort Origi is very bad, whether it is generals, soldiers, or civilians, they are all very pitiful.

But sorry.

Borg led the nobleman slowly into the tent.

"who!"

"puff!"

The sound of a long knife piercing into flesh sounded.

Blood was splashed on the tent, and two figures could be seen falling from outside the tent.

Beside the bonfire outside the tent, the soldiers were alarmed by the screams, turned their heads stiffly, and glanced at the tent.

They were silent for a while, watching Borg and the noble walk out of the tent, looking at each other.Immediately afterwards, as if he hadn't seen anything, he continued to burn the fire.

The light of the bonfire shone on their faces again, and they all had a grim smile on their faces.

After Borg and the others frowned and left gracefully, many soldiers rushed into the tent, searched for all the food, scrambled for the equipment and spirits on the dead general, and made a lot of noise.

When the soldiers also left the tent, some soldier knocked down the oil lamp and lit the whole tent.

"It's not good, there are assassins! The captain has been killed!"

"Quick! Come on, it's on fire!"

"It's people from the Kingdom of Clay, they're attacking the camp!"

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The same thing happened in all directions of the Fort Origi camp.

Occasionally, battles broke out in the tents, but the battles ended in a very short time.

Then, there were belated calls for help and shouts.

The strong men of the Clay Kingdom completed an assassination as if they were in no one's land, or under the indulgence of those soldiers who had no hope and morale.

Aristocrats and strongmen in Fort Oriji were killed one by one, and tents were set on fire.The soldiers of Fort Origi slowly found out that their chief was dead, and began to mutiny, taking their weapons and clothes, and fleeing this ghost place frantically under the cover of night.

And then. Tents were burned, and the poor food and grass were scrambled by the soldiers who scuffled together.

Black smoke filled the night sky, and the bright moon was blocked. In the dark night, except for the ignited Fort Oriji camp, it was difficult to see light anymore.

A whole million deserters and millions of civilians took advantage of the chaos and fled overnight to unknown places.

Lynch sat on the little black back, flying in the air, and the thick smoke on the ground struggled towards the sky, as if these poor civilians and soldiers wanted to get out of this damned place.

"Ow!"

Xiao Hei used its huge wings to disperse the thick smoke, and it somewhat despised these ordinary flames in the world.

Although the ground has been burned into one piece at this time, it will be extinguished in a short time.If it is its dragon flame, it is guaranteed to keep the fire alive for three days, and no grass will grow here!

Lynch is at the twelfth level of Dragon Language, and as soon as he hears it, he knows that Xiao Hei is sentimental, and he must feel that these human beings are pitiful.

"Xiao Hei, I know you are a cute little dragon, but you should change your kindness. This is war, my little black." Lynch patted Xiao Hei's wings a little.

"Woo Hoo??? Hoo?"

Little Black Wing paused, with a big question mark written on his head.

"It's cute." The corner of Horks' mouth twitched beside Lynch, and he said to Lynch, "Father, it, it's a hell dragon!"

"Ow!"

Hearing this, Xiao Hei roared excitedly.

Finally, finally, there is a normal person!
Some people can know the identity of the hell dragon, which really moved the dragon.

Ever since Lynch dubbed Xiao Hei the titles of 'trash' and 'rice bucket' last time, the citizens of the Land of Divine Grace showed contemptuous eyes every time they saw it.God knows what it suffered!

A creature standing at the top of the food chain has fallen to such a point!

"I know." Lynch smiled, and gently stroked Xiao Hei's dragon scales again: "Look, how rare is it to be so black and so cute? Listen, he heard you say He's not cute, and he's a little dissatisfied."

Lynch glared at Horks: "Child, Xiao Hei is very important to me, please don't slander him. He is very docile and a lovely dragon, you know?"

Horks swallowed when he heard that, but still nodded.

Whatever God the Father says is right.

Who said hell dragons can't be cute?

"Aww-!!!"