A dragon raised at birth

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"Don't get up, just lie down and rest!"

Seeing his wife like this, the male winged man hurriedly threw the processed prey into the stone pot, and then stepped forward to help her lie down on the bed.

"Sinbad, how is he?"

Seeing his son in his wife's arms who was neither crying nor fussing, the man's face showed a melancholy look of extreme headache.

No baby in the tribe has ever been born like his son. To be honest, when his wife gave birth, he was so frightened that he thought his wife gave birth to a stillbirth.

As a result, the wizard in the tribe checked his son and found that his son was very healthy, not even a winged man, but like those ferocious monster cubs in the sea.

"It's still the same as before, not very willing to breastfeed."

Xin Leiya's face is also very distressed, their child has too many unusual things, which makes them a little happy, but also a little worried.

"Then wait for him to fall asleep. If he is hungry, he will eat naturally."

The man is also very helpless, the son is not willing to breastfeed, he can't press his head and force him to eat, the newborn baby is very fragile.

"..."

The baby in the woman's fertile arms looked at the couple in front of him, his eyes slowly closed, and he didn't bother to say anything. He was extremely speechless about what happened now.

"How do you feel? Diablo, the body I found for you is not bad. You can perfectly integrate into the Nine Realms, and you won't be rejected by the world, and at the same time, you won't be discovered by the gods."

When the baby slowly closed his eyes, his field of vision suddenly changed drastically, the endless darkness extended, and then turned into a huge snake whose appearance could not be described in words.

"Is this your bad taste? You can obviously choose a better carrier for me, but you made me look so fragile."

If he didn't know that he was no match for the boss in front of him, he would really like to educate him with words.

"Your birth place, but I have carefully selected, although your current state is very fragile, but the environment around you is very safe..."

Before the Old Demon Lord could finish his words, deafening roars and exclamations came to Diablo's ears one after another.

Diablo's spiritual power stretched, and then he saw that on the magnificent and endless sea, large and small islands were dotted all over, looking from the highest point, it looked like sesame seeds sprinkled on the bread.

And on one of the islands, a group of monsters with human bodies and fish tails climbed up to the habitat of the Winged Man along the steep cliff formed by the washing of the sea.

The two races soaring in the sky and swimming in the sea started a fierce fight on land. Blood flowed, the smell of blood filled the air, and the sound of killing resounded through the sea area.

"Is this what you call security?"

Diablo didn't sever contact with Old Demon, so he just questioned him, which was too much of a scam.

"Don't worry, Diablo, the overall strength of this sea monster tribe is far inferior to that of the Winged Man tribe you were born in. It won't take long for these sea monsters to repel them, and your tribe only needs to pay one Little price."

The Old Demon Lord comforted in a low voice, he definitely put his mind into this matter, he didn't intend to scare people away just after he tricked them in.

"A little bit?"

Diablo laughed, because he found that as the shouts of killing became louder and more intense, even his father, who had just returned from hunting, flew into the sky with a spear to join the battle, and his weak body had difficulty even standing Mother even took out a stone dagger.

Chapter 503 Spiritual Lineage? Heh

A fierce race war finally came to an end after a day and a night. On the island, the sea was covered with seawater from two races, and the seawater near the island was even dyed scarlet, attracting many bloodthirsty Sea monsters come to this gluttonous feast.

In the war between these two races, the Wingman tribe did win. After all, they had the air supremacy. When the monster crawled out of the ocean, they lost a big advantage and were inherently at a disadvantage.

But even if the Wingman Tribe won, they paid an extremely heavy price. For example, Diablo's father, who had the body he had now, ran to join the war, and his body was crippled with scars.

The Yiren tribe that won the war is not like what Orochi said, they only need to pay a small price to repel the enemy, and the whole tribe is now seriously injured.

"Isn't your tribe now qualified to continue to reproduce? Since you have such a qualification, it doesn't matter how many people are killed or injured."

Facing Diablo's question, Orochi answered in this way, this creature with inborn authority looks at things from a completely different angle from ordinary creatures.

After leaving these inhuman words, Orochi unilaterally cut off the connection with Diablo, and disappeared directly, no matter how Diablo called, he would no longer respond.It seems to be sure that Diablo will not leave.

They come, the security.

Shit, Diablo wouldn't have such passive and slack thoughts, what the hell, he was just born, his birthplace was almost flattened, this world is not an ordinary danger.

His mother in this body doesn't seem to have any fighting power, and his father became disabled after participating in a war to defend the tribe. Although those wings can still allow him to fly into the sky, but The combat effectiveness cannot be compared with before.

Under such circumstances, Diablo felt a crisis of survival that was quite unfamiliar to him, so the newly born "dragon" began to absorb all the resources around it to grow, even the somewhat sensitive mother's milk It is no longer repulsive, but eat as much as you have.

This made his mother Xin Leya a little happy, but also a little sad.When there is no fundamental change in productivity, food will always be the fundamental problem that plagues a tribe, a race or even a country.

But there is no need to worry about this for the time being. He is eager to let his son replace his crippled Yiren father as soon as possible. It can be said that he hunts desperately every day to obtain enough food for his wife and children.

In addition to the men's hunting alone, the tribe also provided a certain share of resources. Although the amount was small, it was better than nothing.

Diablo grew up carefully in this relatively safe environment, although the tribe he was born in would be harassed by various sea monsters and monsters from time to time.

But there has never been a population war like when he was just born, and his tribe seems to have established its dominance in this archipelago through that war.

Therefore, the little Wingman can feel this change. For example, the food he gets every day has increased, and his father does not have to hunt in the storm every day, but can stay in the hut and receive the support of the tribe.

That's right, this tribe, which is extremely backward in development and transitioning from the Stone Age to the Bronze Age, has developed a system similar to pensions, and it has been widely praised. The young wingmen will have some criticisms, but no one stands up Come out to really object, after all, you are not a fool.

In such an environment, Diablo's winged body began to grow rapidly. When children of the same age were babbling and trying to walk, he had already waved his wings and flew into the sky, practicing his flying skills.

And when the children of the same age had already started to fly in the sky, he had already beaten the most valiant warrior in the tribe to the ground with a weapon in his hand, begging for mercy on his knees.

At this time, the entire tribe looked at this winged man who could be called a child, and his eyes were not right. After all, this kind of behavior was a bit beyond their common sense.

For these things beyond their cognition, the winged people are still extremely ignorant and backward in thinking, and naturally associate them with gods, and even in this increasingly powerful tribe, a rumor began to spread.

The youngest in the tribe, but at the same time the strongest warrior, Sinbad, was born of his mother Xinleia's marriage with the gods, and has nothing to do with his so-called father.

Although Diablo had faintly noticed such rumors, he didn't care too much. He naturally knew that these were bullshit, and the blood of his body definitely came from his parents.

If he could turn a blind eye, but his father and his mother couldn't bear it, especially his father.

No matter how confident a father is, when he sees a child who surpasses himself in all aspects and can even crush him, he will inevitably ask "Is this really my child?" "Is this really my child?" Waiting for doubts.

When there is suspicion in his heart, even if Diablo's appearance and body proportions show that there is an unbreakable blood relationship between them, the man still has doubts in his heart. This is like a seed that is constantly being watered. Take root in your heart.

But even so, the man cannot doubt that in this world, being blessed by the gods can be regarded as the highest honor. His tribe and his people will not object to this matter, and even he himself should Be proud of it.

But the man couldn't have such emotions in his heart, he only had anger in his heart, he couldn't bear such a thing to happen to him, but he didn't know how to question his wife.

Such news was noticed by Diablo. Although he didn't care, he had to worry about the biological parents of his own body.

So, obviously having no rights in the tribe, he acted as the patriarch, convened the entire tribe, and then began to issue the first declaration after he came into this world.

"I am a Yiren, the most pure bloodline of the Yiren. I did not inherit the so-called divine blood. My strength comes from myself, from my hard work and struggle.

Starting today, I don't want any unsubstantiated words to spread in the tribe, wantonly spreading unproven things is harming others. "

Diablo's expression was very serious, and the young Winged Man stared at the large black mass of Winged Figures standing or lying in front of him and made an announcement.

Chapter 504 Farming Instinct

After the young Yiren issued an announcement to the entire tribe, the gossip and gossip became much less, but the thoughts in their hearts did not change, and they still insisted on their own opinions.

After all, he was able to defeat the bravest wingman warrior in the tribe before he was an adult. This kind of performance could not be explained by hard work and sweat. It was as if other warriors were lazy waste.

In this precarious world, each wingman began to exercise his various skills after birth, improve his combat effectiveness, and defend the existence and continuation of himself and even the tribe.

Therefore, there are still many winged people in the Yiren tribe who firmly believe that Diablo is a demigod. This is something that neither words nor violence can change. It can only force them not to talk about it in the open.

Even Diablo can't do anything about it. He can't control the thinking of these winged people and force them to become slaves of his own consciousness. He doesn't have this ability.

And now he still has a big problem, that is, because he privately summoned the tribe's arrogance, in the eyes of the tribal ruling class, this undoubtedly offended their power.

Originally, if Diablo was really just a local aborigine, even if he was talented, he would have to fight with them to see if he could seize the rights of the tribe.

But he wasn't, his soul was an old monster with little patience, so he eliminated the tribe's patriarch and priest cleanly.

But this solution is not a purely violent solution, physical annihilation, but a simple "persuasion". He dragged the patriarch and the priest to talk all night in a wide stone house.

So after dawn, the patriarch announced that he would abdicate in the eyes of many Winged people for granted, and became the elder of the tribe, and the new patriarch was undoubtedly the young Winged man, Sinbad, who was less than ten years old.

This was unprecedented, but all the Wingmen had no objections, because Sinbad was already the strongest in the tribe, and the most powerful person naturally had to bear the heaviest obligations.

Becoming the patriarch does not mean enjoyment. What can this uncivilized primitive tribe expect? The patriarch is responsible for everything in the tribe. Of course, the most important thing is to find a way to lead the tribe to obtain stable food.

For Diablo, this is naturally not a difficult task, just hunting, simple.The most important thing is to understand this protoss who has always made the world angry.

However, the archipelago he was in was worthy of being a novice village carefully selected by Orochi. Although he had spent several years here, he hadn't come across anything related to God.

But what should come will always come. This is the Nine Realms completely ruled by the gods. The footprints of the gods are all over every corner of the nine realms. Even if you stay where you are, as time goes by, you will come into contact with the gods related stuff.

The sea breeze blows past, the texture is soft, and the cool silk cloth moves with the wind. The Winged King Sinbad stands on the cliff with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance. Under the sunshine, the sparkling sea surface has deep eyes .

Behind him is a group of guards who hold a quill in one hand and bark paper in the other, obeying orders at any time and conveying his orders.

Although Orochi pulled part of his soul into the Nine Realms and arranged an identity for him, the purpose was just to let him experience it, and he didn't know about the Nine Realms Protoss, and there were no mandatory requirements or tasks.

Therefore, Diablo, who had no strong targets, naturally started farming. This was an instinct and a natural habit that had been integrated into the depths of his soul, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he was doing.

Three years passed, and according to the standards of normal Wingmen, Sinbad, who was still immature, led a Wingman tribe with less than a thousand members to fight against the archipelago. Wherever the soldiers went, they were invincible.

The powerful power has convinced other races, not to mention our own race, and more than a dozen winged tribes who also live on this archipelago, after witnessing Diablo's incomparable power with their own eyes, have He surrendered and joined the tribe commanded by Diablo, merging into a large tribe with a population of nearly ten thousand.

Although the number of wingmen in the tribe reached an unprecedented level, none of the tribes had a population of over [-]. It was still beyond their capabilities to completely occupy and develop an archipelago with nearly a thousand islands.

So, in desperation, Diablo chose some pleasing races, allowing them to become his servants, loyal to him, and offering sacrifices on a regular basis.

But even so, the wingman tribe that respected Sinbad as king controlled many ordinary tribes with a total number of more than [-] servants, and this ratio was constantly decreasing. This was a very dangerous thing in Diablo's eyes.

It's fine that the main race doesn't have an absolute numerical advantage, and it's crushed by all the vassal races. Once there is a problem, for example, Diablo suddenly leaves.

The existing order of the archipelago will definitely collapse, and the winged tribe, which was originally the ruling class, will usher in a backlash that they can't even imagine-the winged tribe may be slaughtered as a result.

Diablo could foresee all this, but even if he was revered as a king, he couldn't restrain the instinctive desires in the hearts of his servants.

Those Yiren who surrendered and loyal to him, after experiencing the privilege of enjoying the worship and worship of the various clans, became addicted to it irresistibly and could not extricate themselves.Then they instinctively wanted to expand, so that more populations would submit to be loyal to the winged tribe.

And those servant races who had already surrendered to the winged tribe were also aroused with a strong desire to expand after being brought into the rule.

Although they are all dogs, dogs are treated in different ways.The vassal race with the best treatment has no worries about food and clothing, while the members of the ethnic group with the worst treatment, as long as they have a little ability to work, have to work all day long, and most of the day's labor income will be stripped away.

Every vassal race wants to be a privileged race under the Wingman race, stepping on the heads of other races, and this requires merit,

The emergence of classes is inevitable, not to mention that in this primitive archipelago with such backward productivity, although Diablo felt a little pity in his heart, he couldn't change it.

He can only maintain the extremely deformed island power in his eyes, try to achieve a balance, and then get better.

"king!"

There was such a shout that Diablo, who was about to give an order, raised his head and watched a Winged Warrior wearing a metal armor descend from the sky.

"A divine envoy has arrived!"

Chapter 505

"God?"

Hearing the reports from the clansman in front of him, although his face was immature, but his body was as calm and majestic as a mountain, there were waves in the eyes of the Yiren King.

"where is it?"

"On Loden Island."

The Winged Warrior replied respectfully, with unconcealable excitement in his tone.

"Where did it come from?"

Diablo asked, and it has been almost ten years, and he finally heard something related to God.

"It emerged from the sea, then flew into the sky and was discovered by our patrol team."

"Oh, then how do you know he is an angel?"

"He's as powerful as you are."

"Well, bring him over to see me!"

Regarding the description of his own people, Diablo nodded slightly, noncommittal.

"This...is it better for you, Wang, to meet the envoy in person?"

The Yiren warriors who came to report showed embarrassment on their faces. Although the young king had established unprecedented authority in their hearts, when the envoy sent by the god who had been familiar with him since childhood appeared in front of him, he could Comparing the two is their selfishness at work.