As Xiao Mo marveled at the child's heaven-defying luck, Dou Xiao Dou's message arrived again.
"Big Brother, I'll give you this bird egg! After it hatches in a couple of days, you can tame it and keep it as a pet or a mount."
Seeing the child's gesture of offering, Xiao Mo was slightly taken aback.
This kid truly didn't know the immense power of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird!
"Why are you giving it to me? Do you know this is a divine bird, the Golden-Winged Great Peng! Moreover, it's a native of the Primordial Continent, unlike those summoned by lords from troop buildings. Having it would make your territory much, much stronger!"
This was a rule of this "game." For the same species, creatures summoned by lords from troop buildings were always weaker than native ones.
The most obvious difference was their initial rank.
Take the Golden-Winged Great Peng for example. Those summoned by lords only had a base rank of Rank Four, Lower Grade, and their ultimate strength reached only Rank Ten, King-level. Advancing further was extremely difficult.
However, a native Golden-Winged Great Peng was born as a Rank Seven Elite creature, with extremely rapid growth and immense potential.
It could be said that it could quickly grow to Rank Ten, King-level, then break through to Rank Eleven, Spirit-level, and Rank Twelve, Sovereign-level, even reaching Rank Thirteen, Saint-level, or higher!
The magnitude of this difference was self-evident.
"Little Dou Dou knows this little guy should be very powerful, that's why I want to give it to Big Brother!"
"I've seen many lords uniting to oppose you. If you have this divine beast, your strength will be even greater, and you won't have to fear them!"
These two messages sent a warm current through Xiao Mo's heart.
Clearly, this child had been paying attention to the messages in the "World Chat Channel."
He knew that many lords had already formed alliances with the sole purpose of uniting to fight against Xiao Mo.
And the child, who called himself Brother Qian Mo's little brother, naturally stood firmly on Xiao Mo's side.
A smile slowly curved on Xiao Mo's lips. After a moment of thought, he still refused the child's kind offer.
"I appreciate your kindness! Don't worry! I don't even care about those rabble! You should keep this Golden-Winged Great Peng yourself to hatch and tame. You must protect your own territory well!"
He truly didn't care about those so-called alliances.
In his opinion, in the face of absolute power, human wave tactics and all schemes were nothing but fragile things, easily broken!
"Big Brother! You don't need to worry about me! Grandfather Tyranus, after last night's battle, is already at the peak of Rank Ten, only half a step away from entering Spirit-level! This strength is enough to protect the Goblin Home and Little Dou Dou!"
The smile on Xiao Mo's face vanished, his lips twitched, and he found an excuse to refuse the child again, then quickly closed the chat interface.
He was afraid that if they continued to chat, even his strong heart wouldn't be able to take it.
This was too disheartening.
That old goblin Tyranus was the most powerful warrior of the Goblin race on the Primordial Continent.
Just a few days ago, his strength was only Rank Ten, Lower Grade, but now he had advanced to the peak of Rank Ten, on the verge of entering Spirit-level.
Most importantly, he had actively pledged allegiance to the child...
This feeling made Xiao Mo intensely jealous. Comparing oneself to others could truly kill a person.
...
Underground Dwarf Tribe.
The Blood Demons, covered in blood and having humanoid but extremely ugly forms, were about to break into the dwarf tribe.
Over two hundred elite Blood Demons of Rank Six and above, wielding various weapons, continuously attacked the walls of the dwarf territory.
The walls were riddled with holes, and a breach had already appeared.
Behind the breach, many dwarves were bravely fighting to their deaths.
They had only one belief in their hearts.
That was to repel these evil races from their territory and never let them defile the territory of their Holy Lord.
Their faith in the Holy Lord made them fearless.
Even death was merely a return to the embrace of the Holy Lord.
"Omnipotent Holy Lord!"
"Your radiance shines upon the entire dwarf tribe!"
"To dedicate our lives to protecting our faith will be the greatest honor of our lives!"
"Believe in the Holy Lord! The soul fire will never be extinguished!"
All the dwarves chanted in unison during the battle.
Although more and more dwarves fell forever under the attacks of the Blood Demons, not a single dwarf retreated half a step.
Many even charged out of the breach without regard for their lives, using self-detonation to take enemies with them.
This scene was undoubtedly tragic.
But the faith in the hearts of all the dwarves became even firmer.
They believed that their piety would surely be seen by the Holy Lord.
The great Holy Lord would surely send powerful emissaries to protect and save them.
However, the strength of the dwarf race was ultimately far inferior to that of the Blood Demon race.
Just as the breach in the wall was about to be broken through by the Blood Demons.
At that moment, a dark light and a golden light shot from afar, instantly exploding amidst the Blood Demon horde, causing their formation to scatter.
"Evil and ugly race, how dare you covy our Lord's territory! And slay our Lord's believers!"
"Today, we shall represent our Lord in cleansing all evil!"
A cold and clear voice rang out, immediately causing the dwarves to cheer.
"It's the Holy Lord's Guard!"
"The Holy Lord saw our piety! Heard our prayers! And sent the mighty Immortal-Demon Guard to save us!"
"Thank you, the omnipotent and omnipresent Holy Lord!"
"Warriors of the dwarf race! Charge!"
...
The arrival of the Immortal-Demon Battle Team gave the unwavering dwarves hope.
With a roar of killing, they rushed out of the walls and actively attacked the Blood Demons.
The Immortal-Demon Battle Team had also arrived and began to harvest the lives of the Blood Demons, sword by sword.
Instantly, the tide of war turned in favor of the dwarves.
In the battlefield, the faith power transmitted by almost all the dwarves became even stronger.
They all evolved from ordinary believers to devout believers simultaneously.
Just like strength, believers also had levels.
The initial believers were ordinary believers, followed by devout believers, fanatical believers, and loyal believers.
After evolving, the dwarves' faith became more resolute. All the dwarves rushed out from behind the walls, entering a berserk state.
Their current state was not much different from that of demonic beasts after nightfall.
This scene filled the Blood Demons with horror.
"Damn it! Why have these dwarves suddenly become so fierce!"
"Where did those flying humans come from! The dwarves became like this as soon as they arrived!"
"The dwarves were shouting 'Holy Lord's Guard' just now! What the hell is that!"
"I know! They are all evil creatures from another world! The so-called Holy Lord is the deity they worship!"
"Damn it! So the dwarf race has betrayed the continent's path of no faith and pledged allegiance to these evil creatures!"
"It seems they have truly been corrupted! They've become so fierce and berserk!"
"All Blood Demons retreat! The evil creatures are too powerful! Retreat to our territory! We'll settle this later!"
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