Bone King: Welcome the Birth of the King

Stepping on the blood-stained sand.

Tang Zheng paused as he turned around, his face covered by physical armor showing a stunned expression.

The situation just now could actually trigger a profession!

He knew that there were situations in the other world where people accidentally obtained professions due to personal experience, living environment and other factors.

But this was the first time he encountered it in person.

"The only profession, does such a profession system exist in the game "YGGDRASIL"?" Tang Zheng's eyes flashed with doubt, and he murmured softly.

Raised his head.

Looking at Yaer and others who were still shouting not far away, everyone's face was filled with joy and madness after surviving the disaster.

"Gray Armor Knight!"

"Gray Armor Knight!"

"Gray Armor Knight!"

The loud shouting continued, and everyone seemed to not want to stop, wanting to use heart-wrenching shouts to dispel the despair that had been suppressed in their hearts.

The people living here are probably always in fear of death and genocide.

"Because of the "hopes" of the people here and my existence, the "only" profession was born. It's really an unimaginable discovery."

Tang Zheng took a deep breath and scanned the series of information on the attribute panel. He vaguely understood the appearance and acquisition conditions of this profession.

"What a pity."

With the successful employment of [Gray Armor Knight (Unique)], this profession was automatically absorbed by [Genius] and became one of the many basic professions that can be transformed.

This resulted in Tang Zheng himself being unable to figure out the abilities of this profession under the characteristics of [Genius].

Ka!

Tang Zheng turned around, and the gray armor of his flesh made a crisp sound when it rubbed against each other. He raised his foot and stepped on the head of a dead gray dwarf. Tang Zheng raised his arm and raised the blood-stained magic sword in his hand.

Accompanied by this action.

Yar and all other humans stopped shouting and looked over with admiring and fanatical eyes.

As Tang Zheng's mind moved, the flesh that was also covered with blood and armed with gray armor turned into a ball of gray mist and merged into Tang Zheng's body again.

The blood that was originally stained on the armor also turned into blood drops and fell, revealing Tang Zheng in black tights. The blade of the magic sword reflected the cold light under the sunlight.

"Victory!"

Tang Zheng looked at the people not far away and shouted.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

The bright shouts rang out again.

As night fell, the sky above the oasis was dotted with stars.

A pile of blazing bonfires, shining red in the night, set off the faces of all the people around the bonfire.

Men and women with earth-brown headscarves on their heads jumped around the bonfire wantonly. This is the unique way of celebration and dress of the human race living here.

However, most people's eyes were focused in awe on a young black-haired youth not far away. Their clan leader was sitting next to the black-haired youth, seemingly chatting about something.

At this moment,

the table in front of Tang Zheng was filled with all kinds of strange but fragrant foods.

"My hero, this is salty bread made by grinding the sago we planted ourselves into powder and mixing it with saltwood."

Yaer's father, clan leader Diyelon, had dark skin and sat beside Tang Zheng in a kneeling position, respectfully introducing the food on the table:

'This is the saro thorn, which looks a little black, but it is actually made by being exposed to the sun and then baked, and it is very crisp. '

"This is sour desert soup, a plant unique to our oasis. The black spot on it is the powder ground from saltwood, which is the most important plant for us to supplement salt. "

Chief Dielon spoke cautiously, fearing that the food on the table would not suit the taste of the hero who saved their entire tribe.

In his eyes, Tang Zheng, who had defeated the entire gray dwarf army by himself, must be an indescribably powerful existence who had entered the "hero" field like his father.

In the desert area with such a difficult living environment, being able to display nearly ten kinds of food shows the level of care of Chief Dielon and others.

"Don't call me hero, my name is Tang."

Tang Zheng spoke again to correct the other party's address. Chief Dielon called him "hero" all the time, which made him feel a little embarrassed:

"These foods are all good."

Tang Zheng didn't pay much attention to food. He picked one and took a few bites.

The taste was still very unique and not bad.

Since crossing to this world, Tang Zheng has been staying in the wild most of the time. He has never had any requirements for food, as long as it is not bad.

"Swish! "

The evil dog turned into a hawk, holding a piece of roasted scorpion meat and feasting on it, and seemed very satisfied.

Tang Zheng reached out and patted the wings of the evil dog, signaling it to move more slowly, as the eating method of the hawk was somewhat different from that of the evil dog.

The evil dog obviously had not yet fully adapted,

But even so.

Tang Zheng had no intention of letting the evil dog exit the hawk form, because it was consuming his magic power anyway.

Hiding one's own information has always been Tang Zheng's principle, especially in some details, which need more attention.

Seeing that Tang Zheng was quite satisfied, Chief Diyelon breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the situation with the gray dwarves? How many troops are left?" After eating some food, Tang Zheng asked the key question.

Although the 5,000-man gray dwarf army was defeated, not all of them died. Some gray dwarf soldiers escaped. This situation naturally needs to be prevented.

Will the gray dwarves send out more people again?

In this harvest, in addition to accidentally obtaining a "only" basic profession, the experience value has also increased dramatically.

[Experience slot: 782262/120000]

The 5,000-man dwarf army was nearly destroyed by him in one breath, causing his arms to feel numb and swollen when swinging the sword.

But at the same time, the experience value increased by more than 600,000 in one breath!

"The gray dwarves occupy the largest oasis in this Death Valley, with a population of about 20,000, which is more than four times the population of our human race."

When Chief Dielon came here, his voice still carried a trace of fear.

Four times more population, this is not just a difference in size, the number of strong people, the gap in young and strong people, etc., the two sides are not in the same level at all.

With the death of the strongest in their human race,

Chief Diyelon had already prepared to be destroyed by the gray dwarves. Not only him, but all the people in the entire tribe were ready to die.

Just like the name of this "Valley of Despair".

Every day everyone lives in despair, waiting for death to come.

Escape from this oasis?

Without water, there is no way to survive in this vast desert. It's just another way to die.

Even though they have won the victory, nearly a thousand tribesmen have died, and there are many more injured.

"Mr. Tang!"

"If it weren't for your appearance, our tribe would probably have perished. I'm sorry for my father and all the tribesmen."

Chief Diyelon suddenly bent down and knocked his head heavily on the ground in front of Tang Zheng, and Hao Tao burst into tears.

Although he looked like a very tough and serious middle-aged tribe leader, he suddenly burst into tears, which made Tang Zheng a little uncomfortable.

Just as he was about to reach out to help the tribe leader Diyelong up,

Hua La La!

The other humans who had been paying attention to this side and dancing around the campfire all knelt on the ground at this moment and buried their heads in front of Tang Zheng.

The sound of sobbing and crying rang in the air at the same time.

The sudden scene.

Tang Zheng's eyes twitched, and the action of helping the tribe leader Diyelong paused.

The atmosphere of sadness filled the air.

The cheerful atmosphere just now seemed to disappear all of a sudden!

Looking at such a scene.

Tang Zheng's face gradually became calm, and his eyes swept over everyone calmly: "It's really ugly."

"So, do you usually solve problems by crying!"

"The people I saved before were a group of humans who would bite off a piece of meat from the enemy even if they died!"

"You can seize an oasis in such a place and survive here, and it's not by crying."

The calm voice echoed in the air.

Chief Diyelon immediately raised his head, wiped the tears from his face, and nodded respectfully to Tang Zheng: "Excuse me."

Then.

Chief Diyelon turned his head, looked at the tribesmen who were also kneeling on the ground, took a deep breath, opened his mouth and cursed:

Have you cried enough for me!"

'I am not dead yet, and we have not been exterminated yet!

"Why are you sad! Everyone in front of you has a dead family, and we have not had enough deaths!"

"You should jump for me!"

The roar of the curse resounded throughout the oasis, and even the steadily burning bonfire jumped a few times.

Everyone got up from the ground with red faces, the flames of the bonfire burned more fiercely, and everyone's jumping movements became more fanatical.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Mr. Hero--Mr. Tang." "

Chief Dielon turned around and looked at Tang Zheng in front of him a little awkwardly. Just after saying the word "Mr. Hero", he felt Tang Zheng's gaze and quickly changed his words, and then whispered:

"The troops that the gray dwarves can send have been eliminated by the adults. With the help of the adults, the gray dwarves will not invade our territory again for at least ten years."

Looking at Chief Dielon who quickly adjusted, Tang Zheng took a deep look at him. It's really a skill to be a patriarch. The gray dwarves have a total of about 20,000 people, and they sent out 5,000 soldiers in one breath. It can indeed be described as a full-out attack. Obviously, they are trying to completely destroy the human race in one breath and completely occupy this oasis.

The remaining 15,000 people should not have any problem converting half of the population into troops, but after this incident.