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Duan Tianming had no intention of feeling sorry for the misfortune or angry at the lack of resistance. All he could do was remain silent.
"I'm already thirty years old!"
He looked at the portrait in front of him and felt emotional. At the age of thirty, it was time to build a career.
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In the north of the fantasy continent, there are many races, mainly barbarians, warriors, immortals and other spiritual races. Compared with the warm and humid south, the climate in the north is drier and colder. There is a huge ice field area on the back of the entire continent.
Of course, in this fantasy continent with a vast number of species, it is not that there are no species living in the ice area. On the contrary, due to its special climate and products, it has nurtured many races. Most of these races do not form a country, but survive in the north as a tribe.
Half-dragons are one of them. As a relatively rare high-level race in the divine world, half-dragons are distributed in large numbers in the fantasy continent, basically covering the entire northern ice field, becoming a major representative of the ice field race.
At this time, deep in the ice field, in a half-dragon tribe, a huge portal suddenly appeared on the plain. On this flat and monotonous ice field, it was particularly eye-catching.
"Lord God, the surrounding races have been absorbed, and the population of our entire kingdom of God is migrating."
A half-dragon messenger with a long dragon tail spoke to the noble god in front of him.
"Well, that's great. We now have the upper hand. As long as we establish a city-state in this area, we will have the foundation to absorb these people."
Looking at the half-dragon slaves who were escorted here to build the new city, Meng Qian felt that he was no longer the supporting character who was killed instantly in the last attack on the Lu Ji Kingdom.
"My luck has finally changed. I will definitely not lose in this Fantasy Continent dungeon."
Looking at the positive situation before him, and thinking about those genius peers in the forum who were either in a mess or had already fallen, he couldn't help but feel even more fortunate.
"Lord God, when do we begin to absorb the surrounding tribes?"
The half-dragon god beside him touched his head and walked forward to ask in a naive manner.
"Well, let's be cautious. We're not in the core area of the grassland this time. While we're still trying to gain a firm foothold, we can simply absorb some small tribes."
Meng Qian touched his chin. The consequence of his last reckless action was a lesson for his life.
"Lord God is wise!"
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The gods in the fantasy continent do not all have to face powerful enemies. Some races and some smart gods have chosen the right place and found the most suitable development path. As long as they manage carefully, it is really not difficult to gain a foothold in this divine realm.
In the jungle of the south, a monster composed entirely of black species is sweeping across other black dots.
The situation was extremely chaotic, and it was impossible to distinguish between friend and foe from a distance.
At that time, as long as you got close, you could see traces of purple spiritual power ripples from the black spots on the monster's body. These ripples could be seen even on the black spots that had been knocked off.
Zooming in further, it was clearly the fungus race, a medium-sized race in the divine world.
Compared with the fist-to-fist or mana bombardment of other races, the war of the fungi is particularly primitive and monotonous. The purple forms a huge giant, forming a torrent to confront the surrounding black. The primitive collision and bite have become the norm for every monotonous individual.
If someone with trypophobia sees this scene in the jungle, he or she may faint. The primitive collisions in units of hundreds of thousands or millions, the collisions of particles, and the blood flow composed of tiny drops of blood are disgusting and terrifying.
The brutal war lasted from dusk to dawn. When the sun rose, the core of the black fungal race finally compromised with the giant before them.
Even though they had a huge advantage in numbers, they were scattered and found it difficult to form a joint force, and could only be defeated under this more efficient organizational method.
Those who are paying attention to this war at this time may find that there is a portal in the rear that is the same as the portal of other gods. A large number of humans emerged from this portal. These humans brought the fungi under their control in the surrounding area, capturing the fungal tribe while clearing the battlefield.
And when all the work is done, it is time for construction.
Under the command of these ordinary humans, various resource supplies appeared in the portal, and the surrounding vegetation began to be cultivated. In just a few days, various dark houses suitable for fungi to reside and wooden houses for humans to live in were built, farmlands in the jungle began to be cultivated, and farms in the jungle gradually appeared.
Buildings with various ethnic characteristics, such as fungus manufacturing plants, fungus reproduction plants, and fungus conversion areas, also began to be initially transferred and constructed, and the primitive jungle gradually became civilized.
This kind of civilization was obviously brought by ordinary humans. In this country, which we temporarily call the Kingdom of God, the spiritual race and ordinary humans actually formed a new harmonious social organization, and with the help of this method, a number of new achievements of civilization emerged.
Lin Chuyi settled down in the temple that had just been built in the fantasy continent. Looking at this well-organized and autonomous country, he felt extremely relieved.
"Alas! These ordinary humans are no more fertile than goblins, no more powerful than warriors or immortals, and no more beautiful than elves or goblins. But they are just easy to use. I don't know why."
“Ah~”
He took a bite of the fruit brought to him by the human girl next to him and closed his eyes happily.
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It is not known whether this is an advantage or a disadvantage. The ordinary human race represented by the descendants of the Shang clan is no longer the same species as the spiritual human race represented by the Zhou clan.
One side became the best slaves in the entire divine world and divine realm, while the other side was still the top race in the entire divine world.
One side gradually lost its sense of civilization, its own history and heritage, and gradually degenerated into a stronger fertility and a more hardworking racial characteristic. The other side is still the pride of the divine realm and the object of the gods' pursuit.
The divine realm used the four words "ordinary" and "spiritual power" to classify the human race. In just two thousand years, this divine realm had the best slave race.
In today's world of gods, the human race has long lost its former glory. The Zhou clan has become the inheritance of a few families, and ordinary humans have become the general majority.
There is no doubt that the gods are powerful. They have blocked all possibilities of a race with a chain and reduced a glorious ethnic group to slaves of all other races.
The human race is no longer the human race. Since the appearance of this lock, a name has to be added before the human race, ordinary and spiritual power.
The distinction is no longer between white and black, it has become like that between gods and ants.
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