The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 206: Registration (1)

In the gourd-shaped valley, a mixed civil-engineering wall is pierced at the exit. Three feet high, half a mile long, and more than a foot thick, there are four arrow towers on the wall. There should be archers on duty on weekdays, and there are a few strong bows and a lot of arrows piled inside.

It was pouring rain, but there was no one in the arrow tower on the wall today.

A door was opened in the middle of the wall of the village. On the left and right of the narrow door, stood a dozen or so strong men wearing metal armor, with a halo of spiritual light behind their heads. These big men obviously practiced the same technique, and a fierce tiger could be seen dancing wildly in the air in the aura in the back of their heads.

Heavy rain raged, but the raindrops were only a foot away from these big men, and they were shaken by invisible energy into mist and drifted away with the wind.

On the left and right of the gate of the village, several men stood tremblingly. They wore simple clothes made of sackcloth, or simply wrapped a piece of animal skin around them. They looked at these armored men in awe, their stout waists were hunched, and their simple and honest faces were full of complex expressions, as if a small beast had seen the vigilance and fear of a natural enemy.

In the valley, thousands of large and small thatched huts extend along the bottom of the valley. At the end of the valley, there is a huge cave with altars, bonfires, and tables and seats made of logs. Waiting for things.

A round and fat middle-aged man with shrewd eyes gleaming in Chinese clothes sat quietly on a large chair at the entrance of the cave, took a sip of a bowl of fragrant tea, and slowly put the tea bowl away. On the tea tray of the maid beside her.

A few old men in linen clothes stood aside tremblingly, letting the wind and rain hit them. Their wrinkled faces were numb and dull. They looked at the crowd of villagers in front of the cave expressionlessly.

Thousands of men and women crowded the square in front of the cave, and the pouring rain roared down, making their bodies crack.

These raindrops will cause continuous damage to the protective magic weapon from the lower realm. These men and women have only practiced some crude martial arts, but they were born in the void spirit world, and their bodies are born with the spirit of the void spirit world Dao Yun's breath, these raindrops hit them, but they just couldn't open their eyes, and they didn't cause the same damage to their bodies as Yin Xuege's body armor.

More than a hundred children who could not walk were just abandoned in front of the crowd. Let the wind and rain blow.

Hundreds of children under the age of ten stood aside tremblingly. He looked at the strong men in armor standing on both sides of the cave with different expressions.

Several well-maintained middle-aged men in long gowns wore strange smiles, held strangely shaped long needles, and gently pricked the fingers of immature children who could not walk. There are all kinds of lights flickering.

Suddenly. A dazzling flame on a long needle rose to a height of one foot and two inches. There is a trace of fire dragon-like lines flickering faintly in the firelight. The middle-aged man holding a long needle was suddenly startled. Then he laughed and bowed to the fat man sitting at the entrance of the cave.

"My lord, this child is actually the best innate fire spirit body. Moreover, it seems that there is a trace of dragon blood essence in the blood?"

The obese man squinted his eyes, and softly 'hummed' at the old men standing at the entrance of the cave.

An old man who seemed to be the oldest, at least ninety years old, fell to his knees and kowtowed to the fat man.

"This is the doll of Gou Si'er's family. When the daughter-in-law of Gou Si'er's family was pregnant with this doll, she found a red fruit on the mountain. She was so hungry that she fell asleep for seven days and nights after eating it. Wake up."

The obese man suddenly realized "Oh", and pointed to the crowd casually.

The crowd parted with a 'crash', revealing a tall woman with a face that could only be described as three points delicate and five points dignified. Two soldiers strode forward, dragged out the woman who was pale with fright, pressed heavily in front of the fat man, and ordered her to kneel on the ground.

A middle-aged man with a long needle stepped forward with a smile, and casually pierced the woman's shoulder with the long needle, more than half of the one-foot-long needle went in. The surface of the long needle was immediately covered with a layer of faint red, and then a ray of faint light burst out, turning into a small light curtain, revealing a few lines of text inside.

"Well, mid-grade dragon power fruit? The fruit watered by the essence of the dragon's copulation in the 3000-year climate? It's just a wild hawthorn tree in essence, but it got the dragon's essence, so it gave birth to the dragon power fruit? "

The text in the light curtain tells in detail the ins and outs of the dragon fruit that the woman swallowed.

The obese man waved his hand and hummed softly.

"A mere flood dragon with a climate of three thousand years? It's not worth harvesting yet. After the climate has passed ten thousand years and the dragon transforms into a dragon, the pair of dragon horns will still be interesting. It seems that it is a dragon with fire attributes?"

"Send a few people out tomorrow to find this guy and put him under restraint. Being able to hide in our Panling Guard's territory for three thousand years is a prudent thing. But since we missed any clues, He is destined to be the material in our Panling Guard's warehouse, wait for him for another seven thousand years, and it will be harvested at that time."

'Hey' laughed a few times, and the fat man shook the muscles on his face to those old people.

"You guys, congratulations to your village. This kid's aptitude is not bad, come on, he will be a reserve soldier of our Panling Guard from now on, and he will follow us back to Panling Guard tomorrow. From today onwards, he But it's just a step up to the sky, from a lowly pig like a dog to a master."

"Well, this baby is from your village, so all his food and drink, all the materials needed for weapons and armor must be prepared in your village. From today until now The baby is successful in cultivation, let’s say 30 years tentatively, your village has to pay at least 30,000 square meters of human-level ore to go up, understand?”

The old men trembled and kowtowed to the fat man.

Whether it is these old people or those men and women standing in the square, there is a hint of helplessness on their faces that is extremely sad.

Human-level ore, this is the material Panling Guard needs to make armor and weapons for low-level warriors. The Void Spirit World is rich in products, and human-level ore is not difficult to find. Just outside their village, there are several veins of high-grade human-grade or even low-grade earth-grade ore.

But the ore that can be used to forge monk armor and weapons is much harder than ordinary gold, silver, copper and iron ore. Basically, an adult strong man, working day and night for a month, can barely extract one-tenth of the ore from the vein.

For 30,000 cubic meters of ore, 300,000 adults need to work continuously for a month.

But in their village, there are more than a thousand strong men who have the strength to mine human-level ore. square.

The obese man asked them to pay 30,000 square meters of human-level ore within 30 years. The strong laborers in their village basically have no leisure time to do other things in the next 30 years. Plowing fields, hunting, fishing, chopping firewood, driving away harmful wild animals, etc., can't be counted on them.

Don't think about it, in the next thirty years, because of this child with an innate fire spirit body, the living standard of the entire village will drop a lot.

This is the so-called 'child tax' in the void spirit world.

The people of the most holy method go to the village to select those children who have the potential to cultivate, and train them to become cannon fodder for the most holy method to fight. But the food, drink and clothing of these children, as well as all the raw materials for refining the armor and weapons they need, have to be paid by the villages to which they belong.

This is the 'baby tax'.

If a large number of children with cultivation potential suddenly emerge in a village within a period of time, the village is likely to be heavily in debt, and it is not impossible to completely collapse in the end.

Just three months after birth, the child of Gou Si'er's family was picked up by a maid, sent into the cave, wiped clean, and wrapped in a clean cotton cloth. From today onwards, the fate of this child is very different from that of other children in this village.

If he succeeds in cultivation in the future, if he can survive the battle against the invasion of the Holy Spirit Realm and make some contributions, maybe he can get a trivial position in Panling Guard in the future. Only the village where he was born can get a little bit of benefit from him.

The woman kneeling at the entrance of the cave stared blankly at her child being carried away. She wanted to open her mouth to scream, but several women came up, covered her mouth, and dragged her back into the crowd.

After the test of the children under one year old on the ground is completed, no other children can make the long needle light up.

The obese man frowned in dissatisfaction, and cursed in a low voice.

Middle-aged men holding long needles came to the other children under ten years old one after another, using long needles to take their blood for testing, while vigorously kneading their joints and muscles.

Some children who are suitable for cultivation ~IndoMTL.com~ will only be able to reveal their aptitude when they grow up, so in any village, children under the age of ten must be tested every year. And among these children, even if some of them are not suitable for cultivation, as long as their muscles and bones are stronger than ordinary children, they will be selected and sent to Panling Guard to receive other special training.

Soon, among this group of children, fifteen tall, muscular and strong children who were even comparable to adults were selected and sent into the cave as well.

The obese man nodded contentedly, and pointed to several elderly people kneeling on the ground.

"For these dolls, each person can send three thousand square meters of ores such as ordinary gold, silver, copper, iron, and beautiful jade crystals. They are not worth wasting those genius treasures. I don't force you. If you need more materials, you can allow a little more time."

"But, of course..."

The obese man smiled strangely, and slowly elongated his voice. (To be continued..)

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