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Chapter 1319: Chaotic Empire? (1)


While Douluo Linqi was enjoying special food under the starry sky of the Harran Empire, it was a different scene on the Eastern Great Plains.

Under the same starry sky, large expanses of camp tents spread out in all directions, and at least millions of them gathered in a majestic city made of solid rock and covered with a thick metal deck.

There are two walls inside and outside the city, the outer wall is 100 meters high, the inner wall is 150 meters high, and the distance between the walls is 200 meters, which is exactly the distance at which the bow and crossbow can exert the most powerful lethality.

In the open space between the two city walls, countless magic traps were densely arranged, all kinds of vicious blood-sucking and carnivorous plants were planted, and countless poisonous insects and poisonous snakes were stored.

This short interval of two hundred meters is undoubtedly hell.

The two city walls are half a mile wide, and a large group of sturdy figures are comparable to savage warriors, and the aura emanating from their bodies is also particularly hideous and fierce, and bald warriors with a murderous intent all over their bodies wear heavy armor and walk back and forth on the city walls in groups.

If the high-ranking officials of the former Caesar Empire were present, they would definitely be able to recognize these warriors as the soldiers of the Dragon Horn Legion of the Caesar Empire, which was responsible for the defense of the eastern frontier.

With a total strength of one million, the Dragonhorn Legion was sent by the Caesar Empire to the eastern Great Plains to help them resist the invasion of nomads under the pleading of several countries such as the Kingdom of Peak.

But it is known that the fighters of the Dragonhorn Legion can only rank third-rate in combat effectiveness in the military sequence of the Caesar Empire.

They are numerous, but their individual combat effectiveness is not strong, and they are just a tool used by the Caesar Empire to deter hundreds of large and small countries in the eastern Great Plains.

But now these soldiers of the Dragon Horn Legion parading the city, their faces were stiff and cold, their eyes were cold and ruthless, and the aura emanating from their bodies was faintly touching the edge of their absence.

Ordinary soldiers have almost unsuccessful combat effectiveness, and those soldiers above the squad leader level have really stepped on the premature position with their white spoon strength.

And a few middle-level officers who stood on the arrow tower and the sentry tower and looked around, all of them reached the level of saints.

Compared to their rapidly increasing strength, their white spoon expressions also became more ruthless, and there was not even a trace of taste in their eyes.

Even some generals who patrolled around the city wall with their personal guards, there was a faint black dragon scale-like demon pattern looming in the center of their white spoon eyebrows, their white spoon strength had reached the level of a demigod, their white spoon body was simply taller than those barbaric warriors, the knotted muscles on their bodies looked like they were made of steel, and the extra-large armor was about to be burst by their white spoon muscles.

In less than two months, the combat effectiveness of the Dragon Horn Legion has undergone drastic changes.

Such an army, not to mention the secular country of the Western Continent, even among the Knights of the Templar of the Church, can be regarded as a first-class elite.

In this city that was obviously built with magic, a very small number of civil structures, brick structures, or rock structures made of magic belonged to the Dragonhorn Legion, and the core of the city was a group of dark palaces made of magic, carefully shaped by earth magicians, and decorated with various jewels and crystals, no worse than the palaces of any country on the continent.

In addition to these buildings, which are obviously the high-rise residences of the Dragon Horn Legion, this city with a length of more than 100 miles and a width is densely packed with countless tents.

These new tents of different colors are haphazardly pieced together, or divided by family, or divided by the hometown of the main person, or grouped together by the country to which they belong, and they are randomly made up of large and small messy blocks.

Unkempt men and women sat expressionless outside the tent, numb faces giving the illusion that they were slowly dying.

Ignorant children chased and frolicked around the tent with tattered swords and shields they had picked up from the battlefield.

There were also children tinkering with some broken crossbows and other dangerous objects, but there were no elders to stop them.

A large group of Dragonhorn Legionnaires on horseback slowly walked through the tents huddled together without the slightest order, and as they passed by the younger-looking women, they would carefully look them up and down.

Suddenly, a dozen soldiers of the Dragonhorn Legion jumped off their mounts and strode to the door of a tent.

The junior officer who led the team knocked them down with a punch, stood up and stopped them, and a middle-aged man grabbed a girl in a tattered white dress with a speckled mud on her face.

A soldier picked up a white handkerchief and rubbed the girl's face a few times, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

"You damn brutes," a middle-aged woman screamed hysterically and pounced on her.

A soldier drew his long sword neatly, and the incomparably accurate sword pierced the heart of the middle-aged woman.

He tilted his head, glanced at the middle-aged man lying on the ground vomiting blood, and cut off his head with a sword.

"The pretty blonde girl Didi likes to join the club," the girl struggled and cried, calling out to her father and mother, but the little officer who led the team only nodded in satisfaction, put her on his shoulder, and jumped on the horse with her in his arms.

The surrounding people moved, but a large group of soldiers quickly came from all directions, and the tent area was firmly enclosed with strong bows and crossbows.

Those young men armed with swords of various colors looked helplessly at these heavily armed soldiers, and lowered their heads in despair.

An old man roared hoarsely: "Didn't the Caesar Empire send you here to protect us White Spoon, why do you want to do this?"

The little officer looked at the old man coldly, and shook his head indifferently: "Caesar Empire stupid classification, in this world, there is no Caesar Empire anymore, that is to say, we are a group of people who have lost their motherland, of course, in the words of the great Diogo Majesty, we want to, how to come" A soldier gave his head a fist, and he pondered for a while before he suddenly laughed: "Have fun in time" "Hahaha, yes, just in time, you bastard, you rob my words" The little officer kicked his subordinate to the ground with a hard kick.

Then a group of soldiers laughed frantically at the same time, and their white spoon pupils suddenly turned a strange amber yellow, exactly the same amber yellow as the pupils of those half-dragon warriors.

This happened all over the city, and hordes of soldiers of the Dragonhorn Legion rushed into the tent area, looting the people's wealth, searching for beautiful maidens, and of course the young women would not be spared, and if they were really born with a beautiful lady with a mature charm, then they would also take them with them.

As for those young adults with a vindictive foundation, they were also ordered by them to accompany them.

Millions of people who have escaped from the nomadic hordes and escaped to this chaotic city on the eastern border of the kingdom of Peak have become the targets of the Dragonhorn Legion.

In the face of more than a million powerful warriors who are heavily armed and whose strength has been strangely improved, what can these ordinary people do except endure it A high-pitched and joyful cry came from afar: "A thousand men with a fighting spirit, all fat and strong men, very good, bring them all to congratulate you, you will become a member of the Dragon Horn Army, you will soon be like us, eat and drink well, and a lot of girls will play with you casually" Some of the bound young men roared angrily, but the soldiers in armor gave them a severe beating with their guns and covered their faces, and they immediately understood what it meant to know the times as a handsome, and one by one they were led to the black palace complex in the middle of the city.

At the core of the black palace complex, in a square hall with a length and width of more than two hundred meters, strong magic fluctuations supported the wide dome.

A deep pit was dug in the middle of the main hall, and a strange twenty-four-pointed star magic array shaped like a dragon's pupil was arranged at the bottom of the pit, and thousands of fist-sized red magic crystals were inlaid on it.

Diogo was shirtless, wearing a pair of tight leather pants on the lower half of his body, and he was sitting on a throne at the end of the main hall, munching on a whole roasted cow.

He was in a good mood and had a good appetite, and a roasted whole beef weighing more than 2,000 catties was eaten by him in three or two, and then he burped comfortably.

"I said, no robbery, no violence, as long as we are powerful, we can enjoy everything" "You idiots, now believe the words of the great Diogo, Didi, you guy, how many beauties have you enjoyed hahaha, if it weren't for us standing here now, with the power to enter the secular world, even if you were allowed to enter the surface world, let you attack the cities of the class, and let you plunder as much as you wanted, how many things could you grab" The bare-headed Didi clicked and nodded again and again, he looked excitedly at the more than 3,000 half-dragon warriors standing in the pit with excitement whose eyes were red, and waved his hand vigorously and shouted: "Bring the new entrant to be able to merge with our white spoon children, this is your white spoon luck."

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The heavy gate of the palace opened, and more than 3,000 young men with strong bodies and a certain amount of fighting spirit were pushed into the main hall.

A large group of soldiers of the Dragonhorn Legion drove them and threw them into the pit like dumplings.

Those powerful half-dragon soldiers swarmed up, grabbed a young man indiscriminately, knocked them to the ground with a fierce punch, and then placed them on a node of the magic array, and sat cross-legged on the body of this unlucky bastard. s This chapter was published by Douluo Book Friends: