Durin's Diary

Chapter 475: Soldiers in the Hands of the Strong
This system of the Great Forest is what Durin hates the most.

Because it has a large group of clan leaders (clan heads), forest masters nominated by the clan leaders, and the most respected and virtuous forest master among the forest masters.

There are slave systems such as clan leaders and patriarchs, there are classical elite recommendations such as clan leaders nominating forest masters, which Du Lin could not even find in books back then, and there is also the medieval American-style one-vote-take-all system such as the big forest master.

The last one was said by Eleven. In the world of Durin and Daju, the United States is just a historical term that was submerged by the Chaos Demon Army eight or nine thousand years ago.

During the following week, Du Lin tried to find a more accurate evaluation of Dalindi, such as the historical French Sixth Republic.

In fact, it was done by a group of French students studying in southern Thailand after the Western Land was destroyed by the Chaos Demon Army.

It existed for two hundred years, and then the French people became so mixed that it was hard to tell whether they were French or southern Thai. The so-called Sixth Republic naturally came to an end - so this so-called French Sixth Republic is neither France nor the Sixth, and it is not even a republic.

And what about the big woodland?

If you say it is a feudal state, the serfs in the human world will feel that this is a blasphemy against serfs - indeed, the clan leaders of the large groups have absolute power over their people, but even as powerful as they are, they cannot arbitrarily suppress their people. Even if the large group reaches its limit, it will be divided into smaller groups.

Just like the old sheep, he is the old patriarch, and he has a hard time making ends meet with the new group that has been separated. In Du Lin's eyes, if a patriarch like him says something bad, Du Lin will be the first to disagree.

With productivity at such a low point, this old man has done everything he can - new large groups are the easiest to destroy, and this old man chose to lead the new large group. In the eyes of many people, he has done his best.

In this era, there are still too many people suffering.

Daju sighed as he looked at the children.

Yes, while the children in the human world are studying, they are wasting their time here collecting insects dug up from the ground.

Du Lin squatted on the ground, looking at a younger child. He couldn't snatch the child next to him who was older than him, so he could only stand there blankly.

Giving a man a fish is far less effective than teaching him how to fish. I have changed the fate of Xia Li's people, and I should also change the fate of other poor children.

Although this little girl is young, her eyes are purple, which makes Du Lin like this group more - even the purple-eyed child has been raised to this age, this new group is really good.

Thinking of this, Du Lin waved to the child, who timidly came to Du Lin and said, "Sir, are you calling me?"

She has little lamb horns, big eyes, and the corners of her eyes are not upturned like a boy's, so she is a girl.

Like her kindred spirits, she was too thin and her hair was dry and gray.

Du Lin patted her head and said, "Come, let me confirm your talent." Having said that, Du Lin reached out and gently stroked the lamb's head.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any noble talent as a spellcaster - this was the reality of mortals in this era. Not to mention children like her, even those nobles with powerful bloodlines would give birth to mortal offspring from time to time.

Just like Zhulong, once Zhulong is mixed with other races, very few people can reawaken the Zhulong vein. This is why the awakening of Du Lin’s sister caused such a big reaction from the old man.

But there is always a way out, and there is still a little light in her heart - that is the light of the hunter.

"Come." Du Lin led her to the river. He stretched out his hand, and a sharpened branch from a tree was handed to him. Du Lin pointed at the fish by the river, poked it lightly, and a fish was forked out.

Handing the branch to her, Du Lin instructed her how to tie the fish. After failing three times, the girl finally caught a fish on the fourth try.

Although it is just an ordinary stream fish, as long as it is cleaned properly and boiled into fish soup with just a little bit of salt, it can become a delicious food.

"Take it to your family." Du Lin strung the two fish together with a small rope made of green grass and handed it to the little guy.

She happily ran away dragging the two fish.

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"Mr. Dulin is truly kind."

By the time the Great Forest Master arrived, many young children were already standing by the river. Most of them were children with hunting talents. Although their talents were not high and might not even allow them to become real hunters, this talent was enough to deal with the fish in the river.

"If you were a teacher, you would be the best teacher on this earth." She sighed after watching Du Lin teach the children how to catch fish.

"I'm not a good teacher. I won't teach children to read or sing. I'll only teach them to use weapons to defend their right to live, no matter if it's spirits, druids, or even you who stand in their way." Having said this, Durin turned to the Great Forest Master and the Legends behind him. "Are you here to seek justice for the druids?"

"How could that be? You defended the survival rights of the Pekla species. As someone with horns on his head, I think you are the benefactor of our clan. The Pekla species is very grateful to you." Having said that, Lord Dalin and Du Lin came to the table and sat down.

"The Great Forest really can't support so many people. The battle with alien species is more like a survival of the fittest. The strong will have their own place to survive."

"I understand, but why can't the strong expand eastward, while the weak rely on the strong, manufacturing weapons for them, providing logistics, and reclaiming forest land?" Du Lin asked. As he poured tea for the Great Forest Master, he sighed, "I know that your tribes don't trust each other. In the past, the relationship between carnivorous species and herbivorous species was like prey and hunter."

"Yes, and there are only a limited number of strong people. They can't accommodate so many weak people under their command."

"But civilization has long been advanced, and the Great Woods must make changes. Those spirits unwilling to share their land with living things, and those druids who value nature more than human life, must all be driven out." Durin looked at the forest masters behind her. "Yesterday, I killed a black dragon. Simply because he believed that all creatures in the frosty sky were free, I became his hunter, skinned him, pulled out his tendons, and ripped out his bones. His family still dares not appear before me to claim his remains. Why?"

At this point, Du Lin took a sip of tea and put down the cup in his hand. "Because I am Zhulong, I am superior to them and have absolute control over them. Their love and hate are nothing but a joke in my eyes. But before yesterday, have you ever heard of me killing dragons like this?"

They all shook their heads.

Indeed, they had not heard of it.

"Because I'm not ashamed to show my strength to the dragon race, but I'm different. The violence he displays towards the weak makes me feel ridiculous and disgusted, so I'm determined to punish him for his mistakes. It's simple. This kind of mistake must be paid with his life."

Why kill this black dragon?

There is no reason, it’s just that the strong should not point weapons at innocent people.

(End of this chapter)