Updated: 2013-03-10

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two lightly patted hands and applause made the guard system, which was stormy like a storm, begin to retract.

"Sir De'en, why bother to get angry!"

Wu Yu smiled like this when he took back his Qianqian hands.

"Why betray Yunhong?"

Facing Wu Yu's gentle smile, De'en went straight to the point.

Even if Yun Hong and herself are not harmonious enough, they are the same clan and are also the guardian saint of the same clan. No matter who they lose, they will be like the sky falling to the Mayan clan.

When the federal fleet under the Hett Councilor fought with Yun Hong, Deen knew who would be the one who could provoke this battle on this planet.

"Betray? No, no, this is just an education, a frustration education for character correction!"

“Hmm? Education?”

"Of course, Lord De'en should know the harm caused by the use of 'thinking space' at will."

With Wu Yu's words, Deen's anger disappeared most of it, and he could only take it helplessness.

"The three main legions of the Federation have been dispatched."

"What? Impossible, absolutely impossible?"

Wu Yu's next words completely disappeared Deen's remaining anger.

Cold sweat precipitated, three main legions?

The Federation is so idle that the legions in the central area are not comparable to those miscellaneous corpses in small places like the Sakun Galaxy.

This level of dispatch is almost a rush to the interstellar war.

If you compare it accurately, the three main legions in the central area can easily all the armies of ten border galaxies, and there is no pressure.

"No, I'm leaving, I'm going to transfer my tribe."

De'en sweated all over, and now he has no time to provoke a military force and ask for punishment. Time does not wait for anyone. If he really waits for the Central Army to "jump" to come, his own tribe members will be completely in a jail.

"Transfer? Well, do you know that the three legions of the Federation dispatched?"

He looked at Wu Yu with a strange look on his face, and Deen suddenly felt a little "cold" on his back!

“Which three?”

I knew in my heart that this question should not be asked, but Deen couldn't help asking.

"one two three!"

"What??Impossible!!"

After a roar, Deen sat down weakly, his huge body fell down, and the alloy seat also let out a chirping moan.

Then there was silence, De'en's face was full of bitter melon, while Wu Yu still smiled. I wonder if it was an illusion, but this smile seemed to have real joy.

After thinking for a while, Deen slapped his anger, "I won't give you a way out, right? Then we will fight too. Total war, there will be a total war."

The serial numbers of these three legions represent everything. The three strongest military gods of the Federation arrived at the same time, transferring and escaping their lives?

That's just a way to die.

Since the other party is in a state of killing everything, the noble Maya tribe will not retreat. Although they are not prepared enough, after the seal of the entire tribe is untied, these three fleets will not be able to "swallow" them!

As for the complex consequences after "swallowing", it is not something that Deen can grasp.

However, simply put, this is the overture of the complete war between the two races.

Thinking of the upcoming interstellar war, Dean suddenly felt a little excited. Failure, success, death, or survival, everything was so anticipated.

Looking at Deen's sudden flushing black face, Wu Yu smiled.

The interstellar war between the human race and the Mayan race?

That's not what I'm 'need'.

"Mr. De'en, I have a proper way to relieve my current predicament."

A light and fluent words instantly reduced De'en's brain, which was bloodshot due to his high fighting spirit, by about ten degrees.

"What? Do you have a way?"

The Mayans are not ready yet.

Time, this is what Deen needs most now.

In just five hundred years, the latest generation of teenagers who suddenly exploded will grow up, so that their own clan's winning rate can increase by at least 20%.

Forty plus twenty, that is the winning rate of 60%.

The results of the two simple ratios represent completely different ones. Heaven and hell only take only five hundred years.

During the long years, Deen has never been so anxious.

These five hundred years are really important.

Therefore, when Wu Yu said this, Deen would be happy and resist and speak inquiry.

resist?

Of course, it was not my own loss when I traded with Wu Yu.

Deen knew about Wu Yu's understanding, and this time, he was afraid he would bleed again.

Deen, who had a bitter expression on his face, shook his head and said, "Okay, what do you want for this strategy?"

"A thousand teenagers."

"What, a thousand teenagers of their own tribe?"

Deen was really excited about Wu Yu's request.

"You, you, why don't you rob it!"

What is the population of the Mayan people?

Pure-blooded Maya tribe, 300,000.

The half-blood tribe members who have awakened blood are only a mere million.

The thousand Wu Yu spoke seemed to be too little, but he was really too greedy.

Especially for the children born in the past decade, their talents and potential are suddenly "high" for some reason.

Just ten years of growth have changed Deen from his original attitude of living alone to ambitiousness. Even if time is enough, it is not impossible to regain the glory of the noble Mayan tribe when this "golden generation" truly grows up.

It is these precious potential stocks, this greedy vampire, who has a thousand people at the moment of opening his mouth.

In a simple sentence, Deen almost burst into blood vessels.

After roaring angrily, Deen, who was angry, turned around and took a big striking step, and was about to leave.

However, after only three steps, Wu Yu said something like this.

The gentle words made Deen stop in surprise and turn back again.
Chapter completed!