C323 Agree
C323 Agree
However, the strength of a Demonic Beast was stronger than a human's. A Demigod warrior Demonic Beast was probably not a match for two human Spirit Emperors warriors, and the half-step Saint realm was almost equivalent to the third level of the Spiritual Saint realm.
One should know that Simba was a Half Saint warrior, and he was almost able to fight the Spirit Sovereign alone. Furthermore, he had a very high chance of winning.
Otherwise, why didn't the Human Clan exist in the fifteen ancient families?
At that time, the Human Clan was just a weak race. It wasn't a big deal. It didn't have a strong body, and it had sharp claws and claws.
"Big brother Simba, my mom said that she can wait for me for a while. If you have anything to say, just tell me. I won't hesitate to do so." Zhao Xin turned his head and said with a flattering expression.
However, he started to curse in his heart, "When I become stronger, I will definitely beat you up. So what if I am a Half Saint? Just you wait, a true man knows when to yield and when to yield. I will let you show off for a few days first. "
Looking at Zhao Xin's flattering face, Simba laughed out loud. "It's said that humans are cunning. It seems like the rumors are true. This kid really knows how to adapt to the situation. He has good eyesight. I like it."
"Damn it, I'm cunning? If I had the strength to be cunning with you, why would I send you flying with a single palm strike?" Zhao Xin cursed in his heart.
Of course, Zhao Xin didn't dare to say that out loud. Now that he had been captured as a prisoner, the most important thing for him to do was to stay alive and see if he had the chance to complete the mission.
After all, Little White's life was still in the hands of that old man, Primordius Sovereign.
Zhao Xin was carried into the tree hole by Simba. At the entrance of the tree hole were four tall and sturdy Lion Clan. Each of them greeted Simba when they saw him. After that, Zhao Xin felt that they were staring at him like wild beasts staring at their prey.
After entering the tree hole, Simba walked to a child of Lion Clan. He was about 1.4 meters tall. Simba said respectfully, "Young prince."
"Young prince?!" Zhao Xin heard this and looked at the child from the Lion Clan in surprise.
It seemed like the fatty wasn't lying to him.
The little kid from the Lion Clan was like a curious baby. He stared at Zhao Xin and asked with an innocent face, "Are you a cunning human?"
"Er, this seems to be the case."
A black line appeared on Zhao Xin's forehead. He expressed his deep disdain towards The Little Prince's kind greeting.
"Haha, I finally see a human. Father said that humans are very smart and cunning. Are you also very smart and cunning?" The Little Prince asked happily with a naive face.
A cold snort emerged from Zhao Xin's forehead. He turned his head and looked at Simba as if he was saying something.
"Is he really your prince?"
Simba was a little embarrassed and said, "Yes. The Little Prince is only 15 years old this year. His intelligence has not been fully developed. He is very curious about new things. "
"You didn't bring me here just to make fun of your prince, did you?"
"Of course not." He turned to The Little Prince and said, "Your Highness The Little Prince, now is not the time to have fun. Let's get down to business."
"Oh, Uncle Simba, ask."
Only then did Simba turn to Zhao Xin and said, "To tell you the truth, the Lion Clan is in chaos right now. The First Prince has assassinated the Lion King and waged war with the Wolf Clan. Our current situation is very dangerous."
"What does the rebellion of the Lion Clan have to do with me?"
Zhao Xin didn't know how to answer this question.
"In order to stabilize the throne, the First Prince wanted to kill The Little Prince. I brought a small team with me and escaped. I wanted to escape to the human world and find the tribe of our ancestors." Simba stated his purpose.
Zhao Xin was enlightened. No wonder Simba didn't kill him when he caught him. It turned out to be like this.
It turned out that Simba and the others were fugitives.
Zhao Xin looked at the ignorant The Little Prince and the corner of his mouth slightly raised. A conspiracy was forming in his mind. If the plan went smoothly, it wouldn't be a problem for Lion Clan to surrender in a month's time.
Night quietly fell.
After conversing with Simba for a while, both of them had reached a consensus.
When Zhao Xin said that he would help The Little Prince reclaim the throne, Simba was also shocked and shocked, but when he saw that Zhao Xin could fight fifty warriors of the Lion Clan alone, he was even more shocked.
One should know that the guards he brought out were all Royal Guards. They were not comparable to ordinary soldiers of the Lion Clan. They were the elites of the warriors. However, Zhao Xin was only at the first layer of the Spirit Emperor. In his eyes, Zhao Xin was just like an ant, but he could actually fight fifty of them.
"But can the plan you mentioned work?" Simba could not help but feel worried. It was too risky for Zhao Xin to say that.
Zhao Xin tore off a roasted Demonic Beast thigh and began to eat it in big gulps.
"Don't worry, it's definitely not a problem. Anyway, you guys won't be able to escape the end of the road. Why don't you give it your all?"
After the conversation with Simba, Zhao Xin knew that Simba and the little prince were against the war with the Wolf Clan. However, the First Prince insisted on usurping the throne, and went all out to fight for it. Currently, the number of warriors in the family had expanded to nearly one hundred thousand. Anyone who could move, regardless of whether they were young or old, would be dragged into the battlefield.
After dinner, Zhao Xin was arranged to rest in a tent, but he had not slept yet. Zhao Xin lay at the entrance of the tent.
Lying on the soft grass, he raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky.
"Yin Er, I wonder how you are now?"
"But don't worry, I'll definitely save you. Wait for me."
"Very good. Now, as long as we help the little prince reclaim the throne, Lion Clan and Wolf Clan will cease fighting. As long as we help Little White stabilize the position of High Lord, I will go to Imperial Sword City to find you."
Zhao Xin stood up and looked at the quiet surroundings. Then, he plunged into the forest and started a crazy massacre.
This forest was the dividing line between Wolf Clan and Lion Clan. There were many ferocious soul beasts in this forest.
A man and a spear started a crazy massacre in the forest.
He held the spear in one hand to kill the Demonic Beast, and stored the Demonic Beast in the other. He was going to concoct a few puppets to fight.
His experience and Proficiency kept on rising.
"Captain, that human has left the camp."
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Simba looked at the sleeping little prince and walked out of the tree hole.
"Did he escape?"
"Not really."
"Eh?"
"He didn't run away. Instead, he was crazily killing Demonic Beast in the forest."
The soldier was very confused. He had never seen such a strange way of fighting. Only one hand was used to fight, and there were often a few steel giant beasts that would appear to help that human.
When Simba heard this, he immediately said, "If you don't run away, you don't have to disturb him. Just watch him secretly."
"Yes, captain."
Simba looked in the direction where the dust kept rising and the sound was coming from and fell into deep thought.
Tomorrow, they would return to Lion City the same way they came. Shouldn't they conserve energy now? Why did they go to slaughter Demonic Beast?
He wasn't worried that Zhao Xin would be killed by the Demonic Beast, because he had already witnessed how powerful Zhao Xin was just now.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The system notification rang out in his mind, and the experience Spiritual Energy and Proficiency kept increasing.
In the dark forest, silver light burst out, and the spear light wreaked havoc.
The Demonic Beast that lived in the depths of the forest panicked. Why did someone suddenly charge into their nest and kill them all? Most importantly, even if they attacked together, they would not be a match for that person.
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