Two years later.

It was 1722 in the Nora calendar, and the bloody battle took place in 1610.

Forgotten land, black gold world.

As one of the few places rich in resources, this place has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. Thousands of years ago, the Black Scale tribe swept across all directions and obtained ownership of the mines.

But not long after, the Red Scale Tribe also moved to the Land of Forgotten. The two ethnic groups were naturally at odds with each other and could not tolerate each other. Their ancestors also had some grudges that accumulated over the generations.

Hatred reached its peak in the black gold world, erupting like a volcano. In this way, the thousand-year black gold war began, and generations of tribesmen have been fighting to this day.

On the battlefield, the two tribes invested hundreds of strong men above level 6, and the general commanders were all strong men at level 9. The scale tribe at the bottom was even more numerous.

A war of this scale is already at the top level in the Forgotten Land.

The black gold world is divided into two, with the red land thousands of miles away on one side, and the black water on the other side. The center collides with white mist, which fills the sky and forms a natural boundary.

On this day, due to some reasons, another big battle broke out, and the sound of fighting was everywhere on the battlefield. The ninth-level black scale clan and the ninth-level red scale clan sometimes fought with fists, and sometimes exchanged water and fire. It was very fierce.

Black Ghost Nix and Red Ghost Ricks, the two ceilings of the black gold battlefield, are also the leaders of their respective tribes. They are both at the mid-level ninth level.

The two are evenly matched, and they have been fighting for thousands of years without a winner. Today he wins, and you win tomorrow. But this time, the red ghost is particularly confident.

It looked at the old rival it had been getting along with day and night, and persuaded him to surrender: "Admit defeat, nigger, this feud that has lasted for 100,000 years must be over."

The nigger sneered:

"It's time to end it. We discovered this black gold mine. Get out!"

The red ghost snapped his fingers.

"Haha, I don't know that death is coming... Red Dog, come out."

Flames flowed on the ground, outlining a giant magic circle with a radius of a hundred miles, and a giant red-haired dog emerged. It was ten thousand feet tall and exuded the initial level nine aura.

Legendary creature. Red Prison Demon Mastiff. This big dog looks like a Tibetan mastiff. Its thick and powerful limbs are comparable to a golden lion. It makes people salivate.

"Woof woof woof!"

The demon mastiff turned into a streak of red light and rushed towards the black ghost, covering it with thousands of miles of red flames.

The nigger's expression changed slightly.

"No wonder you are so confident that you have tamed such a legendary beast... It's a pity that after a thousand years of fighting, your wife doesn't understand you as well as I do. I saw that you haven't been seen this year, so I knew that you were looking for a trump card.

How could I be unprepared?"

A black shadow came from the sky and punched the red dog in the chest. The giant mastiff was in pain and flew back. It was a strange man with an extremely thick body, covered with blue and black scales, and who also controlled the power of Feng Shui.

Its eyes were fierce, its blood-red eyes staring at the red dog, it was extremely bloodthirsty and seemed to have no sense at all.

Seeing this, the red ghost's expression changed drastically: "Nigger, are you crazy? Your Black Scale Clan is secretly cultivating the [Forbidden Scale Clan]!"

What the world doesn't know is that the Black Scale and Red Scale tribes were actually the same family a long time ago.

In ancient times, there was a group in the multidimensional planes, and its power was powerful enough to rank among the top ten in the pan-plane, and that was the "Seven Catastrophic Ancient Clan".

Also known as the [Seven Color Scale Clan].

Although the ancient race is not as powerful as the giants, their physical bodies are equally impressive. They are born to control at least one elemental power.

The fewer types of elemental power you master, the faster you grow. On the contrary, the slower you grow, but there are few opponents in the same realm, and one can fight ten.

When the Seven Catastrophes Ancient Clan was flourishing, the wizarding civilization was still in the ignorant ancient times, far inferior to the Scale Clan. The Ancient Clan established a powerful Seven-Color Empire.

At that time, there were many ninth-level experts in the Seven Color Empire, hundreds of them... But the strange thing is that with so many ninth-level figures, they could not give birth to tenth-level experts. If it were other civilizations, there should be at least ten.

It's level ten or above.

Therefore, although there are many powerful people in the middle and high levels, this ethnic group has never been able to be called a top ethnic group. Otherwise, it should be able to become a civilization second only to the Empire of Giants. Until one day, a fierce man was born.

That is the 9th generation [Lord of the Seven Disaster Kingdoms. Monks], who was born with the ability to control the energy of earth, fire, wind and water, and was initially considered to be a [natural waste body].

Similar to the wizard, mastering too many factions at the same time will inevitably lead to slower growth and practice. The difference is that the wizard, the Son of Chaos, can actively choose to practice alone and specialize. If the ancient tribe is born with four factions, they can only passively accept it and cannot specialize.

Refined.

Originally, the ancient race's growth rate was far slower than that of wizards. Even if they only mastered a single element, their growth rate would be comparable to that of wizards, which would be a dual-line affinity level. It could not be compared with the son of a wizard's element.

One can imagine the difficulty of being born with a useless body.

As a tough guy, Monks naturally wants to break the rules. Although he has very poor talent, he works extremely hard, is very generous to others, and has good luck and popularity.

Although its practice is slow, it can always approach the end and break through the realm without any danger. Sometimes it is the help of noble people, and sometimes it is a chance from heaven.

In this way, it unexpectedly reached the ninth level for the first time, finally broke the shackles, and became the first and last tenth level strongman of the Seven Disasters Ancient Clan.

After reaching the tenth level, Monks integrated earth, fire, wind and water into one body, mastered the power of chaos, expanded the power of thunder, metal, and frost, and thus became an unprecedented seven-system energy controller. His self-titled: [Seven Disaster God Lord]

】, also known as the "Seven Color Scale Lord".

After reaching the tenth level, the Seven-Colored Scale Lord became the leader among the tenth level. Apart from the top experts in the Giant Empire, he was already a giant-level existence.

It was physically as powerful as a giant, and could control seven series of spells at the same time. At that time, many people were optimistic that it would be promoted to the highest level.

It's a pity that God is jealous of the talents, and the Seven-Colored Scale Lord fell not long after reaching the tenth level. At that time, the four evil gods of Chaos were wreaking havoc in the Seven-Colored Empire. It was one against four, with unparalleled strength, and contended with the four mid-level gods for a long time, but unfortunately it still failed

Defeat.

Monks seemed to have exhausted the luck of the Seven-Colored Scale Clan. After that, this group could no longer give birth to a tenth-level strong man, and was targeted by the Lord of Chaos. After a long period of evolution, it gradually divided into seven groups, which are the ones we have today.

Lin tribe.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Today's Lin tribe has good individual talents because they master a single element. Therefore, although their population is small, the proportion of level six experts is much higher than that of wizards. Individuals

The average strength is among the ten thousand races and is also at the upper reaches.

The biggest problem they face is that they cannot give birth to level ten. In this way, no matter how strong your middle and lower levels are, they cannot be called a large civilization.

Facing the star realm or other evil forces, they have no power to resist. They can only passively flee into exile, unable to stabilize and develop.

Some people say that because the Seven-Colored Scale Lord has touched the authority of Chaos and threatened the status of Chaos Wasteland, the Star Boundary must strangle him.

The civilization where the Lord of the Seven Colored Scales lives does not have a top powerhouse like Eamon to support them. The Lord of Chaos will be destroyed in a matter of minutes if he just wants to.

The Seven Great Lin Clan in later generations have never given up trying to fuse and return to the glorious days of the [Seven Disaster Ancient Tribes]. However, the more fusions there are, the more likely it is that problems will arise.

Either his sanity collapses and he becomes a lunatic, or he completely loses his extraordinary bloodline, which in turn pollutes the existing Lin clan bloodline.

Over time, this behavior became "taboo".

The red ghost saw that this weirdo controlled Feng Shui and was bloodthirsty and irrational. He was obviously combined with the Green Scale Clan. It quickly retreated: "You...you Black Scale Clan are really crazy and will use any means."

The black ghost said in a cold voice: "The general trend of the world is that if we unite for a long time, we will divide, and if we divide for a long time, we will unite. Times have changed. Look at the ancient tribes of the seven plagues. What have become now? Look at the civilization of wizards. They have already come from behind and are far ahead of us.

"

"Nonsense! Even if we return to the ancient tribe, do you think the star realm can accommodate us? The Lord of Chaos has been watching us!" said the red ghost.

"Huh, that's better than doing nothing!"

"If you do nothing, you will never make a mistake!"

"Just try to make no mistakes, don't even think about making progress!"

"What's the use of progress? In the end, if there is another Qiselin Lord, won't he be killed by the Lord of Chaos? It's all in vain. At least everyone is still alive now."

"Playing the harp against a cow, let's fight to the death today! You are not worthy of leading the Red Scale Clan!"

The auras of four ninth-level masters clashed, earth-shaking, making the black gold world tremble, until a silver spaceship appeared in the void, and the hatch opened. A handsome black-armored swordsman walked out, he knocked melon seeds, smiled and waved:

"We've been fighting for thousands of years. If you two don't fight, why don't you give me some face and sit down and talk? You can't kill anyone by fighting like this."

The black ghost and the red ghost turned their heads at the same time:

"none of your business?!"

The two continued to fight, just fighting, but I felt that something was wrong with this man, as if he had seen it somewhere...

Grass, it’s the Lord of Dusk Hall!

He was the fierce man who was able to reverse slash at level 8 and level 9, and reverse slash at level 9 and level 10. He was chased by countless powerful men in multiple planes, but he was safe and sound!

The two people quickly stopped, looked at each other, stayed in place, and were silent for a moment. The red ghost asked: "I have met the Master of Dusk Hall, but this is a private matter of our clan."

Li Wei shook his head and smiled:

"This is indeed your private matter, but with your current style of play, can you solve the problem? Today, four of the Seven Color Scale Clans live in Nora, and their development momentum is far greater than before.

The Green Scale Clan, the Green Lin Clan, and the White Scale Clan all have two ninth-level experts. The leader of the Green Lin Clan, the Star Ripper, is at the late ninth level, and is expected to reach the tenth level in the future. We, the Ten Thousand Clan, are already in decline.

Would you be interested in calling?

Besides, in a small place like the Black Gold World, the resources are less than one ten thousandth of Nora's. Is it worth it for you to consume so many people's lives?

If you have the energy, you might as well follow me back to Nora. To be honest with you, I am currently rescuing all the seven-color scale species in the multidimensional planes.

The purpose is to one day revive the reputation of the Seven Disasters Ancient Clan and give birth to tenth-level or even eleventh-level experts.

Can’t you see it yet? The reason why the Seven-Color Scale Clan cannot develop is not because you are stupid or because you don’t work hard... it’s because the Lord of Chaos, who is above you, doesn’t want you to get up. The reason why the Seven-Color Scale Lord died is also because of the Lord of Chaos.

The Lord is worried that it is too powerful and will one day seek its Chaos Divine Power.

If you don't solve the problem at the source, you will always be just a low-income group in the multi-dimensional world, fighting and fighting for more resources.

The reason why you Seven-Colored Scale Clan are fighting against each other may also be the conspiracy of the Lord of Chaos. If this continues, it will only be advantageous... You must distinguish between what is the main contradiction and what is the secondary contradiction.

If you ask me, if you want to fight, then fight in the star realm, clean up those worms from multiple planes, end the history of God, and create our own legend!"

Li Wei's words silenced the red ghosts, the black ghosts, and all the warriors of the two tribes... They had been fighting blindly for so long, and they hated their compatriots so much that they seemed to have almost forgotten the old events and grudges from ancient times.

Yes, the culprit is the Lord of Chaos! If it weren't for him, maybe it wouldn't be the giant empire that unified the multiple planes, but their seven-color empire!
To be continued...