Humans developed a method to compress the growth cycle of the Cursed Race.
Players of the Cursed Race, who would normally take several years to grow to a size suitable for refining Soul Essence, can now be used for Soul Essence refining in just a few months thanks to special feed...
In this case, the soul essence produced may also have some side effects.
For example, it can be reduced to a low-quality soul essence that is even worse than a regular soul essence.
If we continue to use the same capitalist methods employed by humans, things might develop into—
The entire Cursed Clan was divided into two groups.
A batch reproduced normally, grew normally, and produced normal soul essence.
Another batch was fed with human technology feed, which accelerated their growth and produced inferior soul essence.
Then, 10,000 inferior soul essences were treated as ordinary soul essences, and 100 ordinary soul essences were treated as superior soul essences, and distributed among the various factions as agreed.
The normal soul essences produced through normal reproduction were pocketed by the Rain Cat Clan, who controlled the Cursed Clan's breeding base...
Good heavens!
Thinking about it this way, when it comes to having fun, the human race is definitely the best!
How could this Rain Cat Clan foresee all of this?
Could it be that some expert gave him guidance?!
Wait a minute??
Speaking of the Rain Cat Clan, could it be that they rose to prominence rapidly back then thanks to the Illusion Star Rat Clan, perhaps with the guidance of a "master"?
And this master...
Could it really be a human player?
Jiang Yi's thoughts drifted off.
When he came to his senses again, the scrutinizing gaze fell on You Wu.
You Wu felt a strong sense of pressure from that gaze, and his scalp tingled.
Jiang Yi casually remarked, "Just wishful thinking?"
"Of course." You Wu was clearly a little short of breath.
However, it's hard to say whether it was because of his guilty conscience or because of the pressure from those probing gazes.
He was about to say something more.
Jiang Yi suddenly looked up at the low-hanging sky, which seemed shrouded in darkness, and then turned to Xin Yu, proposing a completely new idea:
"I've thought about it, and according to your original agreement—"
"The races that form an alliance with your Cursed Clan will betray their own invading faction on the battlefield of the realms and help your Cursed Clan maintain the victory of the guardian faction."
"And your Cursed Clan will provide 10,100 Soul Essences every month for those allied races to divide up."
Xin Yu nodded, "That's correct."
Jiang Yi continued, "But actually, you should all know very well in your hearts—"
"Such an alliance is not a long-term solution."
"Throughout the vast history of all races, there have been far too many so-called alliances."
"But those alliances, unsurprisingly, eventually vanished into the dust of history."
"And frankly, it's quite absurd that your fragile alliance could last for a year."
"In fact, according to my estimates, let alone a year, it would be a miracle if it could even last for a month."
These words elicited various changes in the expressions of the players present.
After all, what if this alliance really can only last for a month...?
Then what's the point of them forming an alliance? Why not just wipe out the Curse Clan and capture a large number of Curse Clan players alive?
Although this way we can't rely on the Curse Clan to continuously produce Soul Essence, we can directly reap a huge reward!
But since their elders chose to form an alliance, they must be pursuing long-term development...
However, while these young prodigies were pondering, Jiang Yi then dropped another bombshell:
"After all, as far as I know, the one who truly wants to destroy your Cursed Clan is not merely the city lord of the City of Ten Thousand Races, but..."
He paused, building up the anticipation, before slowly saying, "The first leader of the Order Alliance."
Upon hearing this, Xin Yu's brow twitched noticeably!
Jiang Yi didn't care what he was thinking and continued:
You should know this better than anyone else—
"The extinction of the Cursed Clan is like a truth judged by the scales of fate; it has almost become the destiny of your race."
Destiny...
Destined...
Such vocabulary struck Xin Yu's mind like a heavy hammer.
It's not because of the inherently melancholic nature of this term.
Rather, it was because Xin Yu had heard such terms from the clan chief.
Yes, Jiang Yi's fatalistic view is almost identical to what the patriarch of the Curse Clan said!
Xin Yu was in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses, and looked at Jiang Yi with complicated eyes.
Jiang Yi noticed his gaze and couldn't help but wonder—
The so-called alliances between the Cursed Clan and other races are probably just a facade to appease outsiders.
When a race is on the verge of extinction, it is impossible to do nothing.
Therefore, the Cursed Clan formed a large-scale alliance with other races.
But behind this "openly repairing the plank road" scheme, there is probably a "secretly crossing the Chencang pass" plot.
The patriarch who shoulders the mission of an entire race is probably no ordinary person.
Jiang Yi pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled slightly at the acting clan leader:
There's a saying among humans—
"The Great Dao is fifty, Heaven evolves into forty-nine, and man escapes to one."
"I think this statement, when applied to the stage of all races, might also apply to any player."
"Just like in the history of all races, there have been players who were judged by the scales of fate to have 'no future', but successfully escaped their so-called 'no future' fate by using the death escape technique in the Land of the Dead."
"Then, if one person can escape, the whole world can escape."
"I wonder if you cursed race players have ever thought about this..."
"Completely abandon the battlefield of the realms, abandon the land where you have lived for so long, and voluntarily relocate your entire race to the land of the underworld?"
When Jiang Yi said the word "land," the word "realm" automatically became the word "boundary" in the ears of Xin Yu and the beastmen players present, according to the translation mechanism of the myriad races.
Even the phrase "The Great Way is fifty, Heaven extends forty-nine, and man escapes one" takes on a different flavor after translation.
But at least in terms of understanding, there is no problem.
The orc players present remained stunned for a long time.
I don't know if he was still immersed in the phrase "one escapes from the crowd," or if he was thinking about something else.
However, Xin Yu, as the acting clan leader, was clearly considering the possibility of abandoning the boundary battlefield, or even the entire Curse Clan boundary, and fleeing to the Yellow Springs with the entire clan...
Humans' feelings for their homeland can be described as "a fish in a pond longing for its old pond."
This shows that the orcs' feelings for their homeland actually far exceed those of humans.
Therefore, the act of abandoning racial boundaries is extremely rare among all races.
It's not just a matter of sentiment.
The survival of many orc races depends to some extent on their environment.
Once one permanently abandons their racial boundaries, they will embark on a completely unknown path.
They may lose their ability to survive, they may lose their ability to reproduce, or they may gradually evolve into another form, forming a completely new race...
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