The setting sun shines slantingly, and the river and wilderness are dyed with magnificent rosy red.
The black eagle, covered in blood, stood on the top of the cliff, facing the flowing water of the river, and roared happily to the sky.
It defeated the old Eagle King and is now the Eagle King.
The hawk monsters that chased it in the past were all trembling with fear and fell in groups at the foot of the cliff.
The brothers and sisters were also among them, whining for mercy.
The Black Eagle King didn't even bother to look at them.
"Kill them all."
Hundreds of harpies surrounded the new king, eager to hand over their names.
Upon hearing the order, he pounced without hesitation.
There was blood everywhere under the cliff, and screams continued.
The Black Eagle King is proud of the spring breeze, his feathers are fluttering, glowing with dark golden light in the sun, and he is majestic and majestic.
There was a sudden drop of fog ahead, and a vague figure appeared in front of them.
"Emperor..."
The Black Eagle King felt the heavy pressure and could not even fly. He was frightened and could only fall to the ground to express his surrender.
"From today on, you are the king of this wilderness, and your territory spans two thousand miles, all the way to the border of the human race."
Emperor Zun ordered, "Your mission is to deal with the human race."
These two sentences seemed familiar, as if I had heard them a long time ago.
Before the Black Eagle King had time to think about it, a vast golden light lit up behind him, bright and dazzling.
In the direction of the human race's territory, there is an emperor, riding a dragon chariot, soaring in the sky, with great luck around him, like a sea of clouds billowing.
The Human Emperor and the Monster Emperor faced each other across the air, and it was difficult to distinguish between them in terms of momentum.
"King Black Eagle, you have an old relationship with the human race, why don't you come to me? I promise that you will enjoy the top royal treatment in the human race and be supported by the resources of the whole country. If you need anything, just ask."
The Human Emperor's voice came from the dragon chariot, and his tone was sincere, "Otherwise, if you stay in the Monster Clan, you will never be trusted and will only be used as cannon fodder against us."
This invitation is sincere and the analysis is to the point.
The Black Eagle King hesitated and turned his gaze to the other side.
Deep in the mist, Emperor Zun's voice was very cold:
"No matter how powerful the human race is, it is just one of the ten thousand monsters. No matter how large the territory is, it is just a corner of the world."
The Black Eagle King suddenly fell silent.
Yes, the world is now dominated by the demon clan, and the four great emperors are the overlords of this world.
No matter how strong the human race is, how can they compete with the monster races in the world?
In fact, even the so-called Human Emperor in Long Chaan was just a false emperor created by luck.
The Black Eagle King no longer hesitated and lowered his head towards the real emperor.
The moment it lowered its head, its consciousness began to blur, and the surrounding scene also changed rapidly...
It rained heavily, and the raindrops continued to fall through the gaps between the leaves, gathering into streams on the ground.
The young eagle opened its eyes and found that it had somehow fallen out of the nest, and all the down on its body was wet.
It opened its mouth and screamed for help.
The nest hanging among the branches is not far away, but only two feet away, but it is quiet inside, and no one appears.
The young eagle screamed until its voice became hoarse, but it was still not rescued. Its young body was finally washed away by the water.
I don’t know how long it took, but a voice suddenly sounded in my ears:
"This little bird is actually quite healthy, but it's just not very lucky."
The young eagle felt like he was being lifted up.
It barely opened its wet eyes, and there seemed to be a blue shadow swaying in front of it.
It was an old man with a gray beard wearing a green robe, staring at it with a smile.
The gaze is deep and meaningful.
Born, settled in the nest, rescued, grew up, returned to the wilderness, encountered pursuit, promoted to Demon King, and surrendered to the Emperor.
The trajectory of the Black Eagle King's life was originally a straight line, but at this moment it was connected from end to end, forming a complete circle, which circulated over and over in its mind.
If you want to escape, you have to make the right choice...
The river is surging, lapping at the cliff, and the sound of breaking waves comes one after another.
In a cave deep in the cliff, the seriously injured Black Eagle King leaned in the corner, burying his head in his wings and motionless.
It was quiet all around, and the harpies did not dare to make a sound when flying, for fear of disturbing their king's recovery.
No one knows how long it will take for the Black Eagle King to recover from this injury.
But the hawk demons are not worried. The demon king's vitality is extremely tenacious. As long as the demon elixir is not completely broken, sooner or later he will be able to soar in the sky again.
There was a little eagle flying in the air, suddenly shaking its head in confusion.
"Hey, wasn't I outside? Why did I fly here?"
It turned in a direction, flapped its wings and flew quickly, "I guess I was scared just now, my mind is still a little unclear - the demon hunters of the Demon Slayer Alliance are really scary."
The waves are rolling down the mountain, and the sound of the waves is still there, as if it will never stop.
…
Outside the human race's border, vast dark clouds pressed down.
The soldiers looked up nervously, wondering which demon king was coming to support them.
A liger slowly appeared in the clouds.
It has a tiger-striped lion's face, a strange appearance, and no wings. It can actually float in the air like a Qi Refiner, flying in the wind.
A pair of blue eyes, as clear as gemstones, with disdain in their eyes, staring down at King Yinping on the ground.
This demon king was extremely unfamiliar to the humans on the battlefield, and King Yu Yang had never seen it before.
Only King Yinping thought for a moment and finally recalled it.
"Back then, a certain demon emperor sent a young envoy to our human race for exchanges."
"There is a rare liger among them. Its tribe's territory does not border with ours, so we are safe and sound."
"There was another bat demon, but he had evil intentions and tried to steal secrets, and finally a conflict broke out."
"The bat demon went straight into the life-and-death competition and killed three masters of our human race. At that time, I was young and energetic, so I took the stage to take its life."
A few simple sentences describe a past event that is not simple.
Now King Yinping, who is as old as a bone, seems to have a bright face, and his eyebrows are proud, reappearing a bit of the youthful arrogance that has long passed away.
"Yes." The liger continued to land and came to King Yinping.
"When I was sure of revenge, I learned of your death. I lamented for a long time."
It smiled ferociously and showed its fangs.
"I didn't expect you to be waiting for me here."
Many monsters with outstanding bloodline have long lifespans, far better than humans.
The power of time is fully revealed at this moment.
They were both young talents in the past, but now King Yinping is old and dying, but this liger is still at its peak, with a fighting prowess that few human kings can match.
King Yinping stood upright with his sword in hand and said with a carefree smile: "Let's settle the grudges of life and death today."
King Yu Yang frowned and did not interfere with the grudge between the two kings, but he could not just watch King Yin Ping be killed, so he could only prepare to rescue him.
At the edge of the city, a woman holding a Yaoqin also appeared in front of the formation, her eyes fixed on the liger, eager to try.
Zhu An, who witnessed everything through Dandelion, sighed secretly.
This is the worst case scenario.
Once a melee breaks out, the three kings of the human race are either old, tired, or have just been promoted. Together, they are not enough to fight this liger.
Not to mention, the Bear King, who had fled far away, had stopped and was staring at him, and he might kill him at any time.
If you are not careful, the three surrounding border gates will fall.
Zhu An's idea is very clear: the boundary line in the southeast cannot be changed easily.
The location of Beishan is on this border, hidden in a large barren mountain. There are no treasures to be found, so no matter the human race or monster race, it is very rare to come here, especially the strong ones.
If the boundary line changes too much and Beishan is included in a certain clan's sphere of influence, it will be a lot of trouble to stay hidden.
Deep in the North Mountain, a green bamboo stood motionless, focusing on the distance.
"My clone that went to seize the opportunity has lost its senses. It should have successfully entered the battle."
"This war ends here..."
