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Chapter 1272
chapter 0533 part 2
The Dragon King in this world had barely crossed the Primordial Spirit Realm and just entered the True Immortal stage. A cultivation method that directly leads to the Golden Immortal stage was already a supreme heavenly scripture to him.
Unconsciously, the two arrived at a Barracks, surrounded by a crowd of Aquatic Race members.
Above the Barracks, a four-clawed Green Flood Dragon with a crystalline single horn on its head and scales like green jade circled in mid-air, cursing loudly at a group of burly Orcs.
The four-clawed Green Flood Dragon spoke very quickly, its throat constantly emitting low roars. Yes, it was cursing very foully.
"Your Majesty, please forgive my son's rudeness!" Ao Guang said, bowing towards Tang Song with fear and apprehension.
"No matter!" Tang Song waved his hand and helped Ao Guang up.
He stood aside, watching the Orcs being commanded by a group of Whale Strongmen and Shark Generals to set up a formation.
The dense Aquatic Race soldiers around were setting up the formation in an orderly manner, and streaks of water net condensed into shape. However, the Orcs, merely mimicking, were flustered and couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the formation. They didn't understand the positions in these formations, nor did they understand why the standing positions were so particular. After all, the way the Orcs of the Dark Council fought had always been to first unleash artillery fire coverage, then swing their axes and sledgehammers, and directly rush forward for a round of smashing, hitting, and slashing.
Due to the Big Boss's relationship, many Beastman Warriors were also learning Eastern culture, but it was limited to ordinary daily aspects. Making them understand formations, Yu Steps, and formation cores was undoubtedly like listening to heavenly scriptures for them.
However, these Aquatic Race members had clearly figured out the temperament of these Orcs long ago. Once an Orc made a mistake in the formation, the Whale Strongmen carrying thick clubs the size of bowls would swing their clubs and beat those Orcs indiscriminately.
They would beat them until the Orcs cried out for their parents and became obedient.
Compared to Ordinary Humans, these Minotaurs, Werewolves, and Trolls were several times stronger in terms of strength, speed, and healing factor.
But this advantage didn't measure up against the Whale Strongmen who wore only leather pants, were four or five heads taller than them, and were tens or even a hundred times stronger.
The four-clawed Green Flood Dragon circled in mid-air. Seeing the Orcs who had made mistakes receive dozens of military club strikes from the Whale Strongmen, it finally ordered them to stop. Pointing at the Orcs, it sternly rebuked, "I don't care if you remember these formation essentials or not. From now on, if you make a mistake, you'll get beaten with military clubs. If your brains can't remember, then remember with your rear!"
Pausing slightly, the Green Flood Dragon flicked its tail and said with a cold laugh, "If you resent me, feel free to come and get revenge. As long as you can defeat me, I will allow you to stop training!"
Although the Orcs showed displeasure, not a single one dared to speak up. Firstly, they had already received news that this training was supposedly arranged by the Big Boss. Furthermore, in the past three months, they had tried challenging this Green Flood Dragon, but even the Great Chief, the most powerful among them, was no match for this monster. In the Underworld, the strong are respected. Since they couldn't defeat others, they could only accept their fate and endure here, enjoying Hellish Special Training.
What made these Orcs feel resentful was why they were suffering this kind of torment here, while those stinking bats and old bones could go to the Western World and live a carefree life.
Seeing this scene, Tang Song raised his eyebrows: "Dragon King, this son of yours has some talent for training soldiers!"
"Among my sons, only Ao Qin makes me most at ease. The Dragon Palace military affairs and training have always been his responsibility!" The Dragon King's gaze towards the Green Flood Dragon held some relief.
At this moment, the Green Flood Dragon, who had finished scolding the Orcs, also noticed the Dragon King's arrival. Seeing the Taoist standing before the Dragon King, he remembered his Father's instructions.
He quickly changed his form, transforming into an imposing young man, and flew over to Tang Song, kneeling on one knee.
"Greetings, Great Heavenly Venerable, greetings, Father!" The young man first respectfully bowed towards Tang Song, then bowed towards the Dragon King.
"Rise, no need to be constrained by these formalities!" Tang Song sized up the Green Flood Dragon before him and nodded: "Ao Qin, your Father has told me about you. Seeing you now, you are indeed a talented individual!"
"Thank you, Great Heavenly Venerable!" After getting up, Ao Qin secretly sized up the Great Heavenly Venerable before him, his gaze filled with curiosity and a hint of fear.
As a Dragon Son of the Dragon Palace, with Taotie as a front car, he was also not a benevolent sort, a genuine demon of the sea who had a fearsome reputation in the nearby Sea Areas.
Those monsters who had gained sentience and those who cultivate the Dao almost all feared him upon sight and dreaded him upon sight of demons. Due to his profound magic power and being backed by the Dragon Palace, they all avoided him by a wide margin.
However, although Ao Qin acted domineeringly, he was not a fool. Under his own old father's repeated warnings and instructions, especially after knowing that the person before him had personally killed Taishan Fujun and annihilated the Japanese Lineage of Deities, he behaved especially obediently in front of Tang Song.
Just like an obedient and well-behaved model student in front of a Master.
"Your Father should have told you. I want you to lead thirty thousand Water Tribe Soldiers to a Small World and take down that World!" Tang Song looked at the Green Flood Dragon before him, his expression calm, his gaze deep.
The Dragon King in this world had barely crossed the Primordial Spirit Realm and just entered the True Immortal stage. A cultivation method that directly leads to the Golden Immortal stage was already a supreme heavenly scripture to him.
Unconsciously, the two arrived at a Barracks, surrounded by a crowd of Aquatic Race members.
Above the Barracks, a four-clawed Green Flood Dragon with a crystalline single horn on its head and scales like green jade circled in mid-air, cursing loudly at a group of burly Orcs.
The four-clawed Green Flood Dragon spoke very quickly, its throat constantly emitting low roars. Yes, it was cursing very foully.
"Your Majesty, please forgive my son's rudeness!" Ao Guang said, bowing towards Tang Song with fear and apprehension.
"No matter!" Tang Song waved his hand and helped Ao Guang up.
He stood aside, watching the Orcs being commanded by a group of Whale Strongmen and Shark Generals to set up a formation.
The dense Aquatic Race soldiers around were setting up the formation in an orderly manner, and streaks of water net condensed into shape. However, the Orcs, merely mimicking, were flustered and couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the formation. They didn't understand the positions in these formations, nor did they understand why the standing positions were so particular. After all, the way the Orcs of the Dark Council fought had always been to first unleash artillery fire coverage, then swing their axes and sledgehammers, and directly rush forward for a round of smashing, hitting, and slashing.
Due to the Big Boss's relationship, many Beastman Warriors were also learning Eastern culture, but it was limited to ordinary daily aspects. Making them understand formations, Yu Steps, and formation cores was undoubtedly like listening to heavenly scriptures for them.
However, these Aquatic Race members had clearly figured out the temperament of these Orcs long ago. Once an Orc made a mistake in the formation, the Whale Strongmen carrying thick clubs the size of bowls would swing their clubs and beat those Orcs indiscriminately.
They would beat them until the Orcs cried out for their parents and became obedient.
Compared to Ordinary Humans, these Minotaurs, Werewolves, and Trolls were several times stronger in terms of strength, speed, and healing factor.
But this advantage didn't measure up against the Whale Strongmen who wore only leather pants, were four or five heads taller than them, and were tens or even a hundred times stronger.
The four-clawed Green Flood Dragon circled in mid-air. Seeing the Orcs who had made mistakes receive dozens of military club strikes from the Whale Strongmen, it finally ordered them to stop. Pointing at the Orcs, it sternly rebuked, "I don't care if you remember these formation essentials or not. From now on, if you make a mistake, you'll get beaten with military clubs. If your brains can't remember, then remember with your rear!"
Pausing slightly, the Green Flood Dragon flicked its tail and said with a cold laugh, "If you resent me, feel free to come and get revenge. As long as you can defeat me, I will allow you to stop training!"
Although the Orcs showed displeasure, not a single one dared to speak up. Firstly, they had already received news that this training was supposedly arranged by the Big Boss. Furthermore, in the past three months, they had tried challenging this Green Flood Dragon, but even the Great Chief, the most powerful among them, was no match for this monster. In the Underworld, the strong are respected. Since they couldn't defeat others, they could only accept their fate and endure here, enjoying Hellish Special Training.
What made these Orcs feel resentful was why they were suffering this kind of torment here, while those stinking bats and old bones could go to the Western World and live a carefree life.
Seeing this scene, Tang Song raised his eyebrows: "Dragon King, this son of yours has some talent for training soldiers!"
"Among my sons, only Ao Qin makes me most at ease. The Dragon Palace military affairs and training have always been his responsibility!" The Dragon King's gaze towards the Green Flood Dragon held some relief.
At this moment, the Green Flood Dragon, who had finished scolding the Orcs, also noticed the Dragon King's arrival. Seeing the Taoist standing before the Dragon King, he remembered his Father's instructions.
He quickly changed his form, transforming into an imposing young man, and flew over to Tang Song, kneeling on one knee.
"Greetings, Great Heavenly Venerable, greetings, Father!" The young man first respectfully bowed towards Tang Song, then bowed towards the Dragon King.
"Rise, no need to be constrained by these formalities!" Tang Song sized up the Green Flood Dragon before him and nodded: "Ao Qin, your Father has told me about you. Seeing you now, you are indeed a talented individual!"
"Thank you, Great Heavenly Venerable!" After getting up, Ao Qin secretly sized up the Great Heavenly Venerable before him, his gaze filled with curiosity and a hint of fear.
As a Dragon Son of the Dragon Palace, with Taotie as a front car, he was also not a benevolent sort, a genuine demon of the sea who had a fearsome reputation in the nearby Sea Areas.
Those monsters who had gained sentience and those who cultivate the Dao almost all feared him upon sight and dreaded him upon sight of demons. Due to his profound magic power and being backed by the Dragon Palace, they all avoided him by a wide margin.
However, although Ao Qin acted domineeringly, he was not a fool. Under his own old father's repeated warnings and instructions, especially after knowing that the person before him had personally killed Taishan Fujun and annihilated the Japanese Lineage of Deities, he behaved especially obediently in front of Tang Song.
Just like an obedient and well-behaved model student in front of a Master.
"Your Father should have told you. I want you to lead thirty thousand Water Tribe Soldiers to a Small World and take down that World!" Tang Song looked at the Green Flood Dragon before him, his expression calm, his gaze deep.
