Black Dragon Kingdom

The northernmost territory of the Dragon Alliance, a huge island of tens of millions of square kilometers belonging to the tiger people.

The millionaire tiger man stood on the beach, looking at a small island of about 100,000 square kilometers less than five miles away from his territory.

A pair of tiger eyes stared wide open, drooling unconsciously.

As for why he was drooling looking at the island, it was of course because there were a group of military masters dangling in front of him.

Count it casually, good guy, there are twenty to thirty million.

Kill them all during the war, and he can definitely become the leader of tens of thousands.

I really want to see it.

"It would be great if His Majesty the Emperor started the war. With my current strength, within a few months, I will be able to take my cubs and slaughter all the 20 to 30 million troops on the opposite side."

"Another contribution to our Dragon Alliance."

"The war didn't break out, so I could only watch. It really made Tiger feel uncomfortable."

The millionaire tiger man wiped away his drool with a slap, his tiger eyes were full of desire for war.

But His Majesty's order is there, no one can start the war lightly, or they will be killed.

Facing His Majesty's orders, he, a fierce tiger, can only become a sick cat.

Beside the millionaire tiger man, a hundred thousand tiger man, looked at his boss who was drooling and kept wiping off his saliva.

Rolling his eyes, he whispered, "Boss, should we drive out the extra cubs?"

"In these years, our descendants and our military winners are so prolific, they have already filled our plantation."

"There are a large number of tiger cubs born this year, and there is no food to support them."

"Looking at that appearance, I probably starve to death."

"You are one of the best officers on this island, and the other senior officers are also your relatives. Do you want to discuss with them to drive the excess tiger cubs to the opposite side, so that they can survive."

"With the fighting power of our tiger people, I believe they must not have a bad life over there."

The Huren Commander Hundred Thousand understands Ace's order not to start a war lightly.

Don't start the war lightly, which means that they, the strong, can't attack the hostile territory for no reason.

As for slaves without military merits, that is very casual.

You can go wherever you want, no one cares, you are capable if you don’t starve to death, and no one cares if you starve to death.

Just like before, what should we do if the tiger cubs in the clan can't keep them alive?

Throw it directly to the wild continent in the open sea, and let them develop on their own.

The millionaire tiger man glanced at the one hundred thousand tiger man who was eager to try, and refused without hesitation: "Kicking the tiger cubs over will indeed give them hope of surviving."

"But have you forgotten where our military exploits come from?"

"Hack the enemy to death, and you will have military merit."

"Tiger cubs are stronger than each other. Ordinary aborigines will basically be slaughtered if they meet each other. The strong ones among the cowardly aborigines are afraid of the huge power of our dragon alliance, and the high-level strong ones will won't move."

"We send a lot of tiger cubs to the enemy's islands every year, and those islands will become our dragon alliance's in a few years."

"It's still the kind that doesn't have military merit."

"You said, after killing all the enemies not far from us, after the next war begins, will the number of military merits we can obtain be greatly reduced?"

Tiger man millionaires are quite sensible.

Not to mention the orders issued by Ace, let's take the current Dragon Alliance as an example.

Military merit depends on robbing.

And why grab it? Of course, compared to the endlessly greedy dragon alliance dependents, there are really too few enemies, and they are not enough to kill at all, and the military merits obtained are also limited.

So rely on grabbing.

Now they threw the tiger cubs on the opposite island, which is really cool. The tiger cubs can easily kill all the natives on the opposite side.

But when the next war starts, it means that they will lose their endless military achievements.

And those military achievements are countless fiefdoms.

Losing a lot of military achievements in vain, the king of the race was so angry that he made him a tiger meat barbecue.

After all, today's era is not the previous era. In the past, the living space of all ethnic groups had to be robbed by themselves. In today's Dragon Alliance, military merit is everything.

Where there is military merit, there is room for survival.

Without military merits, even if you cut off a thousand continents, the living space above the thousand continents is still not yours.

It's actually working for others.

Nothing good, nothing to do.

If there are still disadvantages, all tigers will hide.

The enemies next to their territory are full of meat, they can be eaten sooner or later, there is no need to be in a hurry and let yourself suffer heavy losses.

Abandoning small benefits to spoil big benefits is something that a wise tiger will not do.

After hearing the words of his boss, the tiger man's head of one hundred thousand, the tiger's ears fell off, he scratched his head with his tiger claws, and said with some headaches: "Then boss, what about the extra tiger cubs that can't be fed?" Do it?"

"Can we feed them now?"

The tiger man was a hundred thousand and kicked the ball to his boss.

The millionaire tiger man made a embarrassed face and frowned, feeling a little distressed.

There are only so many fiefdoms in the family, and there are only a few tiger people who can support them. How to deal with the extra tiger people who cannot support them?

How does he know what to do? He is not a legendary saint.

The two tigers stared wide-eyed, feeling a little helpless for a moment.

They all sighed.

Everyone went home.

In the large castle of the Great Wall, the millionaire tiger man had just sat on his lord's throne, and was about to have dinner under the service of dozens of tiger women.

More than 600 tiger men hurried in from outside the main hall of the lord.

Seeing that their father was there, they hurriedly arranged in the lord's hall in an orderly manner as they discussed before.

After the war, the fifty-seventh son of the millionaire tiger man was the first to stand up.

As for why he stood up, because the first fifty-six sons had already died of old age, and as the fifty-seventh son, he was already the oldest tiger among this group of ordinary tiger cubs.

With an old face, he was wearing a cane as usual, and sat unsteadily on the stool on the right side of the millionaire's dining table.

Picking up a knife and a spoon, he ate and said, "Father, about ten million tiger cubs have been born in your fief this year."

"Your great-grandsons and great-grandchildren all told me that the territory they live in now can no longer support those newly born tiger cubs."

"What should we do?"

Fifty-seven sons ate the completely stewed rabbit meat and drank the porridge made from ground nuts.

His father still cares about him very much. Every time he eats, he always asks the chef to make the most suitable food for him and put it on the table waiting for him.

Even if he doesn't come sometimes, everything he needs is prepared.

The stewed rabbit meat and the nuts made into porridge are not very popular for tiger people in their prime, and they are specially prepared for old things like him.

The millionaire tiger man put down his knife and spoon, looked at his son with an old face, and felt distressed in his heart.

His son was the most gifted offspring he had with an extremely talented billionaire husband and wife after the war.

And the other party will make his father very happy, and the relationship between father and son is quite deep.

He said with a hint of relief: "Don't worry about your useless descendants, just take care of yourself."

"It's so old, and I still worry about those young and strong tiger cubs."

"They can toss a lot more than you, and they should enjoy themselves more."

The tiger man millionaire is unwilling to bring up the topic of what to do with the tens of millions of tiger cubs who are about to starve to death.

After all, how can there be any solution?

There are only so many fiefs, and the food produced by the fiefs is only so much, and there are only so few tiger people that can be fed.

There is no good way to deal with it.

Looking at the father who was unwilling to put the topic on feeding the tiger cubs.

Fifty-seven sons thought about it for a while, and the little female tiger cub that he was holding in his arms before he came would be called daddy very cute.

I apologized to my father in my heart.

Then he opened his mouth and said: "Then can you let the tiger cubs build some big ships by themselves, and let them go overseas to survive by themselves?"

"Don't say anything else, give them a big ship, give them some nets, give them some weapons and so on."

"You can make a good living off fishing."

Fifty-seven sons who have lived for so long know very well that after His Majesty issued an order, it is impossible for the current dragon alliance to start a war within 800 years.

And if the war does not break out, there will be no good solution to the extra population.

So he came up with a really bad, but workable proposal.

The millionaire tiger man paused, took a deep look at his son, and just wanted to refuse, but his heart softened again, and he said with some struggle: "The ocean is the domain of His Majesty the Emperor, and all the food in it belongs to His Majesty's, without His Majesty's permission, no one can steal His Majesty's food."

Fifty-seven smiled, and said with a relaxed tone: "In this case, can you make my suggestion up."

"Let the cubs kill each other and starve to death in the territory, how can it be compared to them fighting to death in the wind and rain?"

"That's the best home for a soldier."

Fifty-seven sons completely exposed his purpose of coming here this time.

Of course he knows that all the oceans in the Dragon Alliance domain belong to the three His Majesties.

Without His Majesty's order, it's not a big deal if you occasionally catch a few fish on the shore to eat.

But if you cast a big ship, put your own cubs on it, and let them go to the ocean to catch fish to survive, and you still invest millions or even tens of millions of dollars, you are provoking Your Majesty.

No one has the guts.

Therefore, someone must make a proposal to seek His Majesty's approval.

If you don't seek the truth, you can survive in His Majesty's domain, at least you can let the cubs drive the big ship to the territory of the Outer Gods, seeking a way out.

The Khajiit Millionaire fell silent.

Is it a good thing to propose to His Majesty?

Of course that is not a good thing, every proposal has advantages and disadvantages, as a small millionaire, he is not qualified to propose such a big event.

If you really want to propose, you can only propose to your superior, that is, the king of tiger people.

And the King of the Tigers would definitely have a bad look at him when faced with his proposal.

That would make the Khajiit king think that his minion was forcing him to risk his life to do something he didn't want to do.

Offended the other party directly to death.

If he offends the king of tiger men, will he still have his share in the future war?

"My son, I think you know very well that once I proposed this matter to the tiger king, I offended him."

"In the future, on the battlefield, any order from the other party may cause me heavy losses."

The millionaire tiger man said quietly.

Seeing that the Huren millionaire has let go, the fifty-seven son heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile on his face: "Then don't let you go alone."

"You just need to agree that we spread this method in the vast territory of tiger people, and tigers will naturally propose it."

"The problem of too many tiger cubs is not unique to us."

Looking at the wise fifty-seven sons, the tiger man was speechless.

He can guarantee that if his smart son can be born before the war is over, the other party will definitely be a remarkable person.

It's a pity that even if the opponent has great wisdom, they can only stare blankly in the face of the iron-clad rules in the Dragon Alliance.

Let yourself die of old age obediently, but there is nothing you can do.

Finally, he agreed.

He will find a way to pass this method to the vast territory of tiger people, so that this proposal can be proposed.

At the moment he agreed, his favorite son, fifty-seven, lay down on the chair with a smile on his face and closed his eyes.

At this moment, he was relieved.

I hope that in his next life, he can still be reincarnated in the Dragon Alliance, and he will be reincarnated in the decades before the war started.

He didn't want to look forward to a bright future again, but because of the lack of life span, he died of old age sadly.

The temperature leaves his body and he dies.

The millionaire tiger man burst into tears, and regarded this matter as his son's wish, and would do his best to fulfill it.

...

five years later.

A king of tiger men looked at the information proposed to him by countless officers above ten thousand commanders.

A tiger has a big head.

He said roughly: "Casting a big ship allows the cubs to live in the sea by themselves, so as to relieve the population pressure."

"How dare you make such an idiot proposal?"

"It's a good idea to let the cubs go to the Outer God's Territory to survive on the big casting ship."

"However, the ocean is so far away that an ordinary large ship may not be able to travel through several continents after sailing for a hundred years."

"Eighty percent of the time, we need to get some kind of space teleportation, so that it can be widely spread."

Looking at the information revealed in the countless proposals, the tiger king was both angry and trembling.

Proposing to the three His Majesties is a very dangerous job.

Moreover, it is a huge project to send countless cubs to the territory of the Outer Gods to survive.

Not to mention the simple big ship that can be cast with cheap wood, everyone knows that thing, if it is impossible to let the legendary saints build a set of equipment for automatic manufacturing of wooden ships, there is always a way to get it done.

But the most important thing is how to throw them into the territory of the Outer Gods.

The distance in the ocean is so far, ordinary wooden boats may not be able to go far even if they are old and dead, they simply cannot reach the territory of the Outer God.

Only those ethnic groups in the border areas can send their own clansmen out.

But what is the population of the various ethnic groups in the border area? If one-tenth of the population cannot get it, there is no way to popularize it on a large scale.

The king of the tiger men couldn't think of any good way, so he called the other 18 tiger kings over.

Let's start discussing together.

Finally, after some calculations.

They discovered that they don't really need to care about whether the dependents can sail to the territory where the outer gods are.

They just need to get on the boat and sail out non-stop.

All ethnic groups take care of food and drink together, and the cubs are fishing while doing business, which is ten thousand times better than staying in the territory and starving to death.

The only thing that bothers them a little is that the ocean is the territory of the three majesties. They let the cubs fish, will the majesties agree?

In the splendid palace, I watched a lot of proposals sent by legendary saints using magic screens to deal with the excess population.

Ace said to the legendary saints standing in the hall with a smile on his face: "This proposal is good. Before going to war, let's use cannon fodder to teach those enemies a hard lesson."

"Let them get ready and continue to expand their armies and prepare for war, so that the next war will be strong enough."

"Crushing the war will not achieve the purpose of improving your genetic level."

From Ace's point of view, this proposal is quite good.

Over the years, along with the crazy growth of the population, the energy of the blood sacrifice has also grown crazily.

In this case.

The number of legendary powerhouses under him began to grow explosively. At the end of the war, on average, each clan only had about one million legends.

However, after the war ended, in the past hundred years, the legend of one million has become two million.

That is to say, among the dragon alliance dependents that he rules now, if any race is pulled out, there are more than two million legends.

Adding up more than three hundred races, that is a legend of 600 million.

This is just a legend, as time passed, he broke through to a demigod.

Of the more than 6,000 race kings, about two to three thousand have already broken through to demigods, and the rest are constantly advancing towards demigods.

With almost unlimited resources, within 800 years, even if they upgrade through trial and error, each of them can become a demigod.

Coupled with those demigods with legendary breakthroughs of more than tens of millions, the strength is a bit outrageous.

When the next war begins.

The enemy on the opposite side will face endless demigods, plus powerful races that pull out millions of legends.

How do you fight this?

According to his rough calculations, when the next war starts, almost every race can use demigods to cobble together a fifth-order extraordinary army.

When the middle-level divine power came, he was beaten all over his head.

The various races under him are really too strong, and those Outer Gods, ten of them added up, may not have 10,000 legends.

How can you fight this?

Not to mention the genetic level of those family members from other provinces, but it was far inferior to his family members.

As soon as his dependents rushed up, the other party would have to be killed.

Even if the other party is desperate, the ontology personally enters the ontology world from the void, and faces all tribes with an extraordinary avatar of a middle-level divine power.

There was no other choice but to be beaten away.

If you are really desperate, then you are really dead.

This proposal is just right, it can achieve the purpose of oppressing those outer gods and make them work harder to improve their strength.