Lord Roar
Chapter 552
Chapter 552
The human race has been able to dominate the most fertile southern side of the St. Cassis continent for thousands of years. In addition to the large population, there is another main reason, that is, they are also the first race that can use tools, far more than the elves. morning.
Although the first to master the magic element and use it was the elves, but it was still the human race that carried it forward and extended the power of fighting spirit.
Therefore, the human race called magic and vindictiveness the dual uniqueness of the human race, and began to popularize and cultivate a large number of magicians and vindictive fighters, using this as the cornerstone to dominate the most fertile southern side of the mainland.
It's just that the popularity rate of fighting qi is relatively high, and the power of fighting qi has nothing to do with innateness. As long as you are willing to practice hard, you will master this kind of power.
But magic is different. The social status of magicians is much higher than fighting spirit fighters, and the role played by element users, both in terms of lethality and killing range, far exceeds fighting spirit fighters, so they must be respected.
Without magicians, the human race would not be able to become the overlord of the mainland today.
The profession of a magician is the backbone and greatest support of all races.
But just now, in front of the Pope of the Holy See, the leaders of several powerful countries, the presidents of various associations, and the top magicians on the whole continent, Allen kept saying that in this barren, On the dilapidated wild ancient plain, there are thousands of mage seedlings!
One word stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and everyone fell into shock!
There are a large number of barbarian children learning magic in the Magic Tower of the Bloodhoof Tribe. Mr. Donny knows about this, but compared with the nearly [-] barbarian population, there are dozens of barbarian children who have become magic apprentices. The success rate is high, but there is nothing to make a fuss about.
The old man is not a race supremacist. He even thinks that the barbarians are not barbarians at all, but just a special race. In fact, the appearance is not much different from the human race. It is not a big surprise to be able to learn magic. He is looking forward to it. What kind of miracles will the magic lineage burst out in the magic desert of the wild ancient plain?
But among the [-] barbarians, there are actually thousands of barbarian children who can learn magic. Does this mean that every barbarian child can master magic elements? !
This kind of success rate is not [-] to [-] of the human race, not [-] to [-], or even [-] to [-], but a barbarian child can learn magic!
The old man became restless and lost his composure again.
Archmage Downey couldn't remember how many times he had lost his composure. It seemed that as long as he had anything to do with the Bloodhoof Tribe, nothing would collapse according to common sense.
Big event, absolutely big event!
A major event that affects the future of the entire human race, and even affects the future rise and fall of Saint Cassis Continent!
After a moment of silence in the crowd, there was a sudden burst of exclamation, and then it seemed to turn into a vegetable market. Everyone seemed to be crazy, grabbing the people around them and starting chattering endlessly.
They don't even know what they're talking about, or what the people around them are saying, and they just want to keep making sure they're not hallucinating.
Once what the great lord of the wasteland, Mental Lun, said is true, then the ancient wilderness must be included in the territory of the human race. From now on, there will be no barbarians, no barbarians, and [-] guys wearing animal skins with incomparable strength. In the beginning, it will not be barbarians, but human races, and they must be treated as first-class citizens, no matter which country they are in.
In the past, this group of people would definitely gather in a place where there was no one there immediately, and then discuss how to divide up the various tribes and the ancient wilderness.
But today is different, because it was the great lord of the wilderness with a great reputation who revealed this incident, the leader of the number one evil force in the mainland who had just wiped out the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect, and the blood of the violent armed gang that covered the entire wilderness ancient plain. Hoof Tribe!
Since they can reveal it, they are not afraid of you annexing the wild and ancient plains.
Then there is only one option left, and that is to let the barbarians recognize their ancestors.
This is the cry from the bottom of everyone's heart, including Menrosa, including Albert, including every big boss present, the most true portrayal of the bottom of my heart.
Because of terrain constraints, inconvenient transportation, being squeezed out by the two major forces, because of being too poor, and for various reasons, the barbarians have maintained a population of less than [-] for nearly a thousand years.
It's not because the barbarians have low fertility, but because the population of less than [-] is already the limit that the chief tribe can bear.
It is also the limit that Beamon and the human race can bear.
We must know that before Great Chief Manstein came to power, the population of the barbarians was only in the early [-]s.
But it's different now. Apart from the Great Chief tribe, the Bloodhoof tribe has become the biggest benefactor in the wild ancient plain.
The weapons and equipment they produced were exchanged for a large amount of food, materials looted from the outside world, food continuously supported by the Holy See and the two major powers, etc., which allowed the various tribes of the barbarians to increase the survival rate of babies again.
More importantly, the great lord of the wasteland and the bloodhoof tribe under his command became the patron saint of the wild and ancient plains, escorting every barbarian tribe.
Under this kind of prosperous and stable development, the population of the barbarians will definitely soar in the next few years, which means that the level of magicians will be endless. At that time, will Beamon, or the human race, still have the ability to suppress the barbarians?
In other words, in the next few hundred years, or even decades, will the human race still be the dominant race on the continent?
Menrosa had an inexplicable expression. After being silent for a while, he suddenly looked at Allen, and asked in an inexplicable tone: "The barbarian blood seal, could it be that you lifted it?"
Allen narrowed his eyes, but did not speak.
There is indeed a problem with the blood in each barbarian's body, which is also the main reason why Conslet stayed in the Bloodhoof Tribe in the first place.
Allen didn't expect that even Menrosa knew about it, but he didn't think it was the news leaked by Chief Manstein.
Without immediately asking Menrosa how he knew about it, Allen just snapped his fingers, and the old Duff in full attire and Conslet with an expressionless face walked out of the Bloodhoof camp.
The old Dufu has a ruddy complexion, holding a magic staff inlaid with magic gems, and the magic robe that symbolizes the wizard is also brand new, not as greasy and dusty as before. People who are not familiar with it really think that Which master of magic has been famous for a long time and is highly respected.
Conslet was still dressed in a black robe, with a vicissitudes on his face, his royal blue eyes were deep and bright, and he was handsome.
"Master Conslet, everyone already knows each other, so I won't introduce any more." Allen smiled, then bowed to give old Du Fu a junior gift, and said with a solemn face: "Thank you, the water magician Du Fu Mo Gandi, it was he who spread the splendid civilization of magic elements in this magical desert, and bloomed brilliant flowers in the wild ancient plain."
Old Du Fu was in tears, looked at Alan emotionally, and suddenly felt that it was worth dying even now.
Allen ignored a group of bigwigs who didn't know what to do, and his magnetic voice gradually attracted everyone's attention.
In the open space of dozens of people, only Allen told the story about the old Duff.
"A year ago, I, Alan, had the good fortune to befriend Old Duff, and Mage Duff remained in this wild ancient plain as the first enshrined mage and the chief magician of my Bloodhoof Tribe."
"Magician Dufu did not return to the world of human civilization, but stayed in the wild ancient plain, carefully teaching the children of every tribe member, let them learn the common language of the mainland, let them learn the common characters of the mainland, and even silently Recite every incantation of elementary magic."
"On the wild ancient plain, the parents of every barbarian child may not know me, Alan, but they do know the name of Master Duff of the Bloodhoof Tribe, because this human magician regards every child as his own relatives , children, and apprentices."
"The heavens paid off. Three months later, Zac Jr., the son of the old chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and Babylon Jr., the son of the chief warrior, took the lead in mastering the most basic lighting technique among elemental spells."
"Since that day, the flames and brilliance of magic have been burning in the ancient wilderness. Therefore, without Master Dufu, there would be no thousands of magic apprentices in the wilderness."
After Allen finished speaking, he bowed to the tearful old Du Fu again.
Immediately afterwards, Archmage Downey handed the wand to Hathaway, walked in front of Old Duf, and gave a solemn courtesy regardless of the opponent's obstruction.
"Master Du Fu, with this action, it will be famous forever!"
This is a pertinent comment from Master Downey, one of the two major holy ranks in the mainland.
Conslet beside him patted the old Duff who was already in tears, smiling.
He really didn't want to say that the old Du Fu was captured by force by Allen.
No matter what everyone present thinks, thousands of magic apprentices can be cultivated at once, even if there are only dozens of magic apprentices, it will be famous forever. His contribution cannot be denied or erased by anyone.
Aside from differences in race and standpoint, Old Duff is indeed qualified to receive any praise.
Allen pointed to Conslet again, and said with a smile: "Whether you admit it or not, the barbarians living in the wild ancient plains have the blood of the ancient human race in their bodies, but for some reason, with the blood of the blood Thin, and the bloodline restriction is slowly fading."
"Master Conslet, using the blood of the horned-winged python, an ancient remnant species of warcraft, stimulated the magical talent of every barbarian child, and resonated with the ancient blood in their bodies."
"If you admit that the barbarians in the ancient wilderness are your own race, then I welcome the Magicians Association and any magicians with senior titles to come to the wilderness to accept apprentices."
After finishing speaking, Allen smiled inexplicably and said: "If you don't admit it, it doesn't matter. I will send these children to the Kingdom of Locke, the Principality of Lothar, and the Holy See to learn magic knowledge until they reach adulthood."
Given two choices, Allen waited with arms folded for a satisfactory answer.
Sure enough, the president of the Association of Magicians ran in front of Allen at a speed that was not suitable for his youth. His old face was a little bloodshot with excitement, and he shouted: "Admit, must admit, respected Your Excellency the Great Lord of the Wasteland, we mages At the headquarters of the association, there are 130 permanent magicians and 320 registered magicians, as long as you nod, we will take all these children, and when they grow up, we will guarantee that they will send you back without a single hair!"
Allen didn't speak, but blinked at Old Dufu, and whispered: "Old rascal, I said, sooner or later, I will let the Magicians Association cry and beg you to go back, remember."
(End of this chapter)
The human race has been able to dominate the most fertile southern side of the St. Cassis continent for thousands of years. In addition to the large population, there is another main reason, that is, they are also the first race that can use tools, far more than the elves. morning.
Although the first to master the magic element and use it was the elves, but it was still the human race that carried it forward and extended the power of fighting spirit.
Therefore, the human race called magic and vindictiveness the dual uniqueness of the human race, and began to popularize and cultivate a large number of magicians and vindictive fighters, using this as the cornerstone to dominate the most fertile southern side of the mainland.
It's just that the popularity rate of fighting qi is relatively high, and the power of fighting qi has nothing to do with innateness. As long as you are willing to practice hard, you will master this kind of power.
But magic is different. The social status of magicians is much higher than fighting spirit fighters, and the role played by element users, both in terms of lethality and killing range, far exceeds fighting spirit fighters, so they must be respected.
Without magicians, the human race would not be able to become the overlord of the mainland today.
The profession of a magician is the backbone and greatest support of all races.
But just now, in front of the Pope of the Holy See, the leaders of several powerful countries, the presidents of various associations, and the top magicians on the whole continent, Allen kept saying that in this barren, On the dilapidated wild ancient plain, there are thousands of mage seedlings!
One word stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and everyone fell into shock!
There are a large number of barbarian children learning magic in the Magic Tower of the Bloodhoof Tribe. Mr. Donny knows about this, but compared with the nearly [-] barbarian population, there are dozens of barbarian children who have become magic apprentices. The success rate is high, but there is nothing to make a fuss about.
The old man is not a race supremacist. He even thinks that the barbarians are not barbarians at all, but just a special race. In fact, the appearance is not much different from the human race. It is not a big surprise to be able to learn magic. He is looking forward to it. What kind of miracles will the magic lineage burst out in the magic desert of the wild ancient plain?
But among the [-] barbarians, there are actually thousands of barbarian children who can learn magic. Does this mean that every barbarian child can master magic elements? !
This kind of success rate is not [-] to [-] of the human race, not [-] to [-], or even [-] to [-], but a barbarian child can learn magic!
The old man became restless and lost his composure again.
Archmage Downey couldn't remember how many times he had lost his composure. It seemed that as long as he had anything to do with the Bloodhoof Tribe, nothing would collapse according to common sense.
Big event, absolutely big event!
A major event that affects the future of the entire human race, and even affects the future rise and fall of Saint Cassis Continent!
After a moment of silence in the crowd, there was a sudden burst of exclamation, and then it seemed to turn into a vegetable market. Everyone seemed to be crazy, grabbing the people around them and starting chattering endlessly.
They don't even know what they're talking about, or what the people around them are saying, and they just want to keep making sure they're not hallucinating.
Once what the great lord of the wasteland, Mental Lun, said is true, then the ancient wilderness must be included in the territory of the human race. From now on, there will be no barbarians, no barbarians, and [-] guys wearing animal skins with incomparable strength. In the beginning, it will not be barbarians, but human races, and they must be treated as first-class citizens, no matter which country they are in.
In the past, this group of people would definitely gather in a place where there was no one there immediately, and then discuss how to divide up the various tribes and the ancient wilderness.
But today is different, because it was the great lord of the wilderness with a great reputation who revealed this incident, the leader of the number one evil force in the mainland who had just wiped out the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect, and the blood of the violent armed gang that covered the entire wilderness ancient plain. Hoof Tribe!
Since they can reveal it, they are not afraid of you annexing the wild and ancient plains.
Then there is only one option left, and that is to let the barbarians recognize their ancestors.
This is the cry from the bottom of everyone's heart, including Menrosa, including Albert, including every big boss present, the most true portrayal of the bottom of my heart.
Because of terrain constraints, inconvenient transportation, being squeezed out by the two major forces, because of being too poor, and for various reasons, the barbarians have maintained a population of less than [-] for nearly a thousand years.
It's not because the barbarians have low fertility, but because the population of less than [-] is already the limit that the chief tribe can bear.
It is also the limit that Beamon and the human race can bear.
We must know that before Great Chief Manstein came to power, the population of the barbarians was only in the early [-]s.
But it's different now. Apart from the Great Chief tribe, the Bloodhoof tribe has become the biggest benefactor in the wild ancient plain.
The weapons and equipment they produced were exchanged for a large amount of food, materials looted from the outside world, food continuously supported by the Holy See and the two major powers, etc., which allowed the various tribes of the barbarians to increase the survival rate of babies again.
More importantly, the great lord of the wasteland and the bloodhoof tribe under his command became the patron saint of the wild and ancient plains, escorting every barbarian tribe.
Under this kind of prosperous and stable development, the population of the barbarians will definitely soar in the next few years, which means that the level of magicians will be endless. At that time, will Beamon, or the human race, still have the ability to suppress the barbarians?
In other words, in the next few hundred years, or even decades, will the human race still be the dominant race on the continent?
Menrosa had an inexplicable expression. After being silent for a while, he suddenly looked at Allen, and asked in an inexplicable tone: "The barbarian blood seal, could it be that you lifted it?"
Allen narrowed his eyes, but did not speak.
There is indeed a problem with the blood in each barbarian's body, which is also the main reason why Conslet stayed in the Bloodhoof Tribe in the first place.
Allen didn't expect that even Menrosa knew about it, but he didn't think it was the news leaked by Chief Manstein.
Without immediately asking Menrosa how he knew about it, Allen just snapped his fingers, and the old Duff in full attire and Conslet with an expressionless face walked out of the Bloodhoof camp.
The old Dufu has a ruddy complexion, holding a magic staff inlaid with magic gems, and the magic robe that symbolizes the wizard is also brand new, not as greasy and dusty as before. People who are not familiar with it really think that Which master of magic has been famous for a long time and is highly respected.
Conslet was still dressed in a black robe, with a vicissitudes on his face, his royal blue eyes were deep and bright, and he was handsome.
"Master Conslet, everyone already knows each other, so I won't introduce any more." Allen smiled, then bowed to give old Du Fu a junior gift, and said with a solemn face: "Thank you, the water magician Du Fu Mo Gandi, it was he who spread the splendid civilization of magic elements in this magical desert, and bloomed brilliant flowers in the wild ancient plain."
Old Du Fu was in tears, looked at Alan emotionally, and suddenly felt that it was worth dying even now.
Allen ignored a group of bigwigs who didn't know what to do, and his magnetic voice gradually attracted everyone's attention.
In the open space of dozens of people, only Allen told the story about the old Duff.
"A year ago, I, Alan, had the good fortune to befriend Old Duff, and Mage Duff remained in this wild ancient plain as the first enshrined mage and the chief magician of my Bloodhoof Tribe."
"Magician Dufu did not return to the world of human civilization, but stayed in the wild ancient plain, carefully teaching the children of every tribe member, let them learn the common language of the mainland, let them learn the common characters of the mainland, and even silently Recite every incantation of elementary magic."
"On the wild ancient plain, the parents of every barbarian child may not know me, Alan, but they do know the name of Master Duff of the Bloodhoof Tribe, because this human magician regards every child as his own relatives , children, and apprentices."
"The heavens paid off. Three months later, Zac Jr., the son of the old chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and Babylon Jr., the son of the chief warrior, took the lead in mastering the most basic lighting technique among elemental spells."
"Since that day, the flames and brilliance of magic have been burning in the ancient wilderness. Therefore, without Master Dufu, there would be no thousands of magic apprentices in the wilderness."
After Allen finished speaking, he bowed to the tearful old Du Fu again.
Immediately afterwards, Archmage Downey handed the wand to Hathaway, walked in front of Old Duf, and gave a solemn courtesy regardless of the opponent's obstruction.
"Master Du Fu, with this action, it will be famous forever!"
This is a pertinent comment from Master Downey, one of the two major holy ranks in the mainland.
Conslet beside him patted the old Duff who was already in tears, smiling.
He really didn't want to say that the old Du Fu was captured by force by Allen.
No matter what everyone present thinks, thousands of magic apprentices can be cultivated at once, even if there are only dozens of magic apprentices, it will be famous forever. His contribution cannot be denied or erased by anyone.
Aside from differences in race and standpoint, Old Duff is indeed qualified to receive any praise.
Allen pointed to Conslet again, and said with a smile: "Whether you admit it or not, the barbarians living in the wild ancient plains have the blood of the ancient human race in their bodies, but for some reason, with the blood of the blood Thin, and the bloodline restriction is slowly fading."
"Master Conslet, using the blood of the horned-winged python, an ancient remnant species of warcraft, stimulated the magical talent of every barbarian child, and resonated with the ancient blood in their bodies."
"If you admit that the barbarians in the ancient wilderness are your own race, then I welcome the Magicians Association and any magicians with senior titles to come to the wilderness to accept apprentices."
After finishing speaking, Allen smiled inexplicably and said: "If you don't admit it, it doesn't matter. I will send these children to the Kingdom of Locke, the Principality of Lothar, and the Holy See to learn magic knowledge until they reach adulthood."
Given two choices, Allen waited with arms folded for a satisfactory answer.
Sure enough, the president of the Association of Magicians ran in front of Allen at a speed that was not suitable for his youth. His old face was a little bloodshot with excitement, and he shouted: "Admit, must admit, respected Your Excellency the Great Lord of the Wasteland, we mages At the headquarters of the association, there are 130 permanent magicians and 320 registered magicians, as long as you nod, we will take all these children, and when they grow up, we will guarantee that they will send you back without a single hair!"
Allen didn't speak, but blinked at Old Dufu, and whispered: "Old rascal, I said, sooner or later, I will let the Magicians Association cry and beg you to go back, remember."
(End of this chapter)
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