Look at Hawthorne on the stage.

    Zaya didn''t know what mood he was in.

    The counter evidence is very complicated: "I don''t know whether my luck is good or bad. How did I get hit by myself in the first World War in more than 100000 years, and I''m not even an official wizard? What''s the matter?"

    This unexpected expansion directly disrupted 90% of his ideas.

    I don''t know what to do.

    He despaired and found: "it seems that he can''t do anything except watching..."

    Who am I? Where am i? What should I do?

    Not only him, these three problems have become the doubts of most people in the wizard world.

    And those mortal countries that have just been informed do not even have a concept. What is world war??

    Something that hasn''t happened for more than 100000 years caught them off guard.

    This thing is too far away for them.

    The sense of substitution is just like ancient myths.

    When it was put in front of them, they really couldn''t understand it.

    Increase the population at all costs

    Looking at this simple order, many kings scratched their hair. They didn''t know why.

    Until the next day, another order came down.

    [within three days, marriageable men and women must marry if the opposite sex is enough. If they refuse to marry, they will be hanged on the spot.]

    Only then did we realize the strength of the so-called at all costs.

    Civil society is a chaos of chicken flying and dog jumping.

    Many single dogs immediately face the choice of either getting married or dying on the spot.

    It''s true. It''s a little sudden.

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    The Fifth Day.

    Thousands of meters below the heart of silence.

    In the huge different dimensional space created by witchcraft and a large number of witchcraft tools.

    Saya was directing his slaves to send food and nutrients to the corral.

    A large number of newly unsealed Warcraft are in a certain period of weakness because they have just recovered, and these materials are their supplies for restoring strength.

    The day after the war announcement, saya was responsible for accepting the post.

    It was at that time that he realized that there were so many different spaces under the college where he had been for several years.

    Thirty six story corral space.

    Each layer nurtures hundreds of millions of Warcraft, and the blood and soul of those Warcraft have been controlled by witchcraft since their ancestors.

    Intelligence and power are limited, and there is nothing in my mind except killing, breeding and obeying orders!

    Originally close to human intelligence, there is only about the same level as cats and dogs.

    And when it grows to a certain extent, it will be sealed and preserved.

    This not only saves the space and feeding materials of the corral, but also prevents them from dying in vain and used as a reserve source of troops.

    If the reserve space is full, those extra Warcraft will be killed according to the principle of strength from weak to strong, and transported as materials to other places of the college for the use of teachers and students.

    This is also the source of materials consumed by the silent heart day and night.

    Saya is now in charge of a small area on the 11th floor of the corral. There are about millions of newly revived Warcraft to manage.

    These Warcraft have the weakest level 2 peak and the strongest level 3 peak. As for level 4, there is no, because at that level of strength, even the sorcery of blood and soul, there is a considerable probability that it will break through, so it belongs to something outside the security line.

    Seeing the carts of materials being transported away, saya couldn''t tell what he was in.

    A few days ago, he never dreamed that he could manage so many powerful Warcraft as a wizard apprentice!

    Any one of the weakest ones can kill him in one breath.

    Millions of people crowded together, and the power of the body surface alone could make him unstable and feel like he was going to faint.

    He couldn''t have done the job if he hadn''t been wearing an isolated robe.

    "I don''t know what happened to Charles. He seems to be taking care of those old wizards who have just recovered. I just hope they don''t have a hard temper..."

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    The old man with white hair and strong muscles yelled at the little man like a thin bamboo pole: "take a punch from me!"

    "Bang!"

    After a hard punch with his head, the short wizard didn''t even shake his body. He smiled and mocked, "Jie, waste! Didn''t you eat!"

    Seeing that the other party dared to ridicule himself, the white haired old man was angry: "bastard, I don''t blow the art of kartliu fighting!"

    The dwarf replied with disdain: "it''s just a slag. It''s spicy chicken in front of my elsla flow refining magic!"

    "I fight..."

    "Silly..."

    The two began to work again in the midst of scolding each other.

    The onlookers on the side could only worry in their eyes. The old man with two heads on one side hurriedly exhorted: "don''t fight, don''t fight, please don''t fight again! You are all wizards, so you can''t kill people!"

    "Fuck him! Witches use a hammer for witchcraft. Witchcraft is for weak chickens. It''s only fun to hit with fists!"

    "Fight! Force! Beautiful! That''s the left hook!"

    "Who ate my bread!"

    "Does anyone want to go out to whore..."

    "What! Lao Tzu''s Kingdom has been dead for tens of thousands of years!"

    "What! The kingdom that destroyed my kingdom has perished for tens of thousands of years!"

    "What! That place has changed 985 times!"

    "I beat you..."

    Hiding in the corner, watching the scene of ghosts roaring and dancing nearby, Charles was at a loss in his young heart.

    "Do these big guys need to be taken care of by others? Eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, fighting, fighting, all kinds of things, full of vitality! "

    These guys were quite normal when they just woke up. They were all serious people. They all looked serious and full of gas!

    But it turned into this virtue in two or three days. It was like losing your heart. Even if you indulged wantonly, you still spit everywhere, affecting health, and there was no initial image at all.

    According to the information he got, the two fighting guys in the center of the venue, the old man with muscles, slept for more than 40000 years, while the short and stunted one slept for more than 90000 years and even participated in the last World War.

    The people present, excluding him who plays soy sauce and the slave who is responsible for serving tea and pouring water, these wizards have at least level 4 strength!

    Although these guys have not lived for hundreds of years and have entered the end of their life, they are especially good at fighting, so they choose to be sealed and become the inside story of the wizard world.

    Charles was puzzled and thought: "isn''t it a long time for hundreds of years? Why do these guys talk like they''re dying soon? Maybe that''s the mentality of the strong... "