823: 280.
How much romance do you n really have?_3 823: 280.
How much romance do you n really have?_3 “If they can survive the imnse work pressure for five months and still have enough strength to start a rebellion…
then I’ll concede.
Rest assured, Cui Si, during the outbreak of the Black Disaster, the number of Jackal People on this land will be reduced to a safe threshold.”
“You…”
Cui Si finally understood what Murphy ant, and she said in a soft voice:
“You occasionally send a chill down my spine, always speaking the most horrifying words with the most appropriate posture.”
“As a historian, do you know how humans dosticated wolves into dogs?”
Murphy drew the Necessary Evil from the blade once more, and said to Cui Si:
“Conforming genes can be passed down, and the unwanted manic and uncontrollable individuals should be killed on the spot.
In my view, the reason Jackal People have threatened the Continent for hundreds of years is not just because they can multiply and refuse civilization.
It’s simply because we haven’t mastered the right way to dosticate them.
You have to accept them…
before you can change them.”
“Whoosh”
The cold blade pointed towards a trembling Jackal and Wolf Secret Mage, who, clutching a broken Bone Staff and covered in blood, displayed a look of despair.
He didn’t dare to look up at Murphy’s eyes, but he heard Murphy say to him:
“Kneel!”
“Ao?”
“Kneel and you can live, perhaps even live better.”
The Jackal Person understood Murphy’s intent, but it seed unwilling to comply.
As it shakily raised its paws, Murphy, with a smile, shrugged his shoulders.
With a swing of his blade, he cut through its neck and then turned to look at another Barbarian Soldier already covered in blood.
He repeated:
“Kneel!”
This ti, Murphy was lucky.
The Jackal Person was terrified.
Fear filled its soul, and the tremors of the ground behind it and the cries of its kin signified that death was very, very close.
Facing Murphy’s still-blood-dripping blade, the Jackal Barbarian had no intention of displaying bravery.
It prostrated on the ground, begging for rcy.
Murphy looked back at Cui Si and said:
“See, how difficult can it be?”
“This makes uncomfortable, Murphy!”
Cui Si showed a rare sign of anger, but Murphy shook his head, reassuringly:
“Dosticating a species is never a comfortable process, my Goddess of Victory, but we can put it another way—we’ll bring them civilization and the freedom of the soul, bestow upon them dignity and democracy.
There will always be so idiots who believe in this and uphold it as a standard.
And those with brains no bigger than walnuts yet who think too highly of themselves are the individuals we need to keep.
I just want to solve the Black Disaster once and for all; that’s what I’m attempting to do here.
Actually, you know, Vampires have started similar attempts long ago.
Those die-hard Blood Servants…
I am rely picking up the wisdom of the ancients.”
“Don’t do this in front of ; I don’t like it.”
Cui Si huffed coldly and turned to leave.
Out of spite, she raised her wand and summoned a Dinsion teorite engulfed in purple flas from the night sky, smashing it towards the fleeing Jackal People.
Murphy watched Cui Si leave.
He turned to the Jackal Person prostrated before him and said:
“I shall appoint you as the overseer of the Transylvania First Engineering Team as a reward for your ‘loyalty’…
Ah, Cui Si was right.
This really is uncomfortable.”
—
“Damn!
I’ve decided, I want to be a Cavalryman!
Just like them!”
On the battlefield below the dark night, Happy Stick, full of excitent, led his brothers in coordinating with Maxim’s People’s Army to hunt down the fleeing Jackal People.
He watched intently as the Winged Cavalryn scattered their formation and began their rout operations in the darkness, shouting out to his brothers:
“This is the perfect career I’ve envisioned!
Brothers, we’ve got to go for it!
We need to start grinding these NPCs’ favorability; I have a hunch.
No, I’m certain!
We can beco Winged Cavalryn; this might just be the next third Occupation System to be released!
Cool, this unstoppable charge is the romance of n.”
“But you said before that using a sword to hack Ghouls is the romance of a man.”
Tiger Leopard Riders Lin chided from the side:
“You saw Little Wei Ming get that Iron Hamr Guard and said smashing enemies’ heads with that thing is the romance of a man.
Seeing Sir Murphy soaring through the night sky, you said Flight is the romance of a man.
Stick Brother, how much romance is there in your life, exactly?”
“No choice, I’m just such a cool guy; I want my life to be filled with all kinds of romance,” another brother said mischievously:
“But even with such pursuit of romance, at the age of thirty-sothing, you still haven’t t a woman who appreciates your romance.
Tsk tsk, that’s got to be a tragedy.”
“Shut up!”
Happy Stick shouted angrily:
“We’re in the middle of fighting, stay serious!
And it’s not that I don’t want to find soone, I just haven’t t the right person, shut up!
Shut up!
What’s the use of explaining all this to you?
Do you gossip like this when playing gas?
Quick!
Keep charging!
Take down all these Jackal People!
Push our team’s score up, secure the first place!”
“Haha, he’s frazzled— the old bachelor’s frazzled, but I won’t say who.”
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