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091 Titan Blood on(2/2)

The Da Taibao stood behind Yang Dashuan and shouted loudly. As the captain of the first cavalry team in Maple Leaf Town, the Da Taibao is now full of spring. Yang Dashuan agreed to the Da Taibao that all prisoners with centaurs will be under his control in the future.

There was a commotion among the prisoners, and soon a group of thin, skinny centaurs walked out. Compared with Da Taibao, these guys were simply a model of malnutrition.

Da Taibao followed Yang Dashuan's appearance and circled back and forth between these centaurs.

He slapped a few slaps of the head that he didn't like, and some centaurs were not convinced. When he saw Da Taibao's strong muscles suddenly became listless.

Although the Da Taibao did not have the best way to control people as Yang Dashuan, he also had his own way. He raised his axe, drew a white line with clear marks on the ground, and then stood to the left. "I want to stand as strong as me! I want to eat meat and drink wine like me every day! I want to stand like me, grab money, grab food, and grab women every day! As long as I swear allegiance to our lord, you can be like me!"

Before he could finish his words, the centaur captives all stood next to Da Taibao.

As for the remaining slaves, Yang Dashuan specially picked out the two-headed black-print ogre.

He still remembers the patterns on the walls of the palace last time. These ogres are some of the purest demonic bloodline in their bodies. Maybe one day they will awaken and understand magic, so Yang Dashuan is preparing to let these guys train alone.

Of course, their instructors are Yang Dashuan's personal magic consultants - Ajalish and Spatter.

Although this task was a bit arduous, the two old men still agreed with each other.

The remaining bear goblins, ordinary ogres and Hulk Trolls were naturally included in the ranks of suicide squads. Although they were suicide squads, Yang Dashuan might not have asked them to die - because there was too little goods in Old Yang's belly, and he couldn't think of any storm name to name this army. In desperation, he could only call it the suicide squad.
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