"Hey—you don't like it? Then let's get a different Thousand Silk Dancer—"
Everyone stared at her blankly, seemingly puzzled by her unusual behavior today.
After walking quite a distance, Xiao He quietly opened his eyes.
"What the hell is that?"
"Um?"
"What kind of dancers was she talking about just now?" Xiao He asked curiously.
“Those are all punishments for abusing prisoners,” Wang Xuefeng explained softly. “In this forest, the snake people and the bird people are enemies, and wars often break out between the two tribes, so there are many prisoners.”
"War? Prisoners?" Xiao He was taken aback.
“Yes, it’s not peaceful here.” Wang Xuefeng put her down.
Xiao He looked around and saw a dense forest with a complex and varied terrain, clearly not a place where ordinary humans could live.
"Are snake people and bird people just subhumans?"
"Yes, the ancestors of all humans and subhumans came from the Origin Continent, but not necessarily from the Guli Empire. More often, they chose to migrate as a whole because they could not bear the oppression."
"But...don't the humans here...have reproductive isolation?" Xiao He still asked the question that had been bothering him: "Can they just casually combine with other species to become subhumans?"
“No, there is isolation,” Wang Xuefeng explained. “But the Guli Empire had a secret technique in its early days that could remove restrictions on a single person. This required a sacrifice; removing the restrictions on one person required the lives of at least a thousand people as a catalyst.”
Xiao He was taken aback: "Is it really that mysterious?"
“Yes.” Wang Xuefeng nodded slightly: “Early magic had little to do with elements and even contained the meaning of ‘devil.’ If we were to use today as an analogy, the ‘wizard’ branch would be more like it.”
Xiao He suddenly realized: "No wonder the elementalist couldn't beat the wizard. One is the power of nature, and the other is the power of the supernatural. So the supernatural is indeed superior?"
"No, the power of nature is stable and will not affect a person's mind or change their physical structure. Even if someone cultivates to become an elementalist, they are still a normal person," Wang Xuefeng said.
"But ancient magicians are different. Those demons and monsters were born in that era. It can be said that angels and demons coexisted, and the ones who suffered were ordinary people and ordinary animals."
Xiao He nodded in deep agreement: "In this light, Nuojin's ancestors were right... It is truly remarkable that they were able to carve out a small paradise in a chaotic world."
As she was talking, she suddenly laughed.
"What's wrong?" Wang Xuefeng asked.
"It's nothing, I just thought of a possibility."
"What's possible?"
"I was wondering if this was done by the last power leveler?" Xiao He laughed. "Look, compared to these cave-dwelling tribes, isn't Nuojin a bit too 'earthly'?"
Wang Xuefeng did not answer immediately, his gaze towards her was somewhat profound.
"What do you think? You also think it's very likely, right?" Xiao He blinked. "After all, we're probably not the first power leveling team to come to this world. It's normal for the game world to need regular maintenance!"
"Hmm..." Wang Xuefeng nodded silently.
Xiao He used the appraisal device, and along the way, she was dazzled by the prompts about rare materials.
"Hey, do you usually bring materials for Xiaoxing?"
"……meeting."
"Sending system emails from here must take a long time, right?"
"It will take a long time, maybe a year and a half."
"Oh, that's really troublesome."
The two chatted as they walked, and before they knew it, they had reached the top of the mountain.
As the sun sets, its orange-red afterglow spills across the treetops.
Here, Xiao He could feel a strong sense of life. Staying there for a long time felt like a spiritual elevation.
"Are you usually this free?" Xiao He suddenly turned his head and asked.
“Occasionally,” Wang Xuefeng replied.
"And what about the majority?" Xiao He asked curiously.
"Most of them are trying to persuade others to surrender."
"Persuade them to surrender?"
“Sangmaikhu needs to conquer all sorts of races and gain their power of faith. I will persuade them to surrender before I take action.”
"I see……"
Xiao He looked at her hands. She was a full five thousand years behind Sangmaikui, a gap that could never be bridged.
That's why Sammek was so confident, doing whatever he pleased and completely disregarding her. It was only because the original Hanfulaf's soul had once disappeared that he sensed a crisis.
As for bringing Xiao He over, it wasn't Sang Mai Kui's original intention, but rather Wang Xuefeng's initiative.
To be precise, it was a suggestion from Wang Xuefeng in the future.
No matter how worried Wang Xuefeng is now, he must persevere.
"So, what should I do now?" Xiao He withdrew his hand, looking intently at him.
Wang Xuefeng thought for a long time before finally uttering, "A woman follows her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog."
"Huh?" Xiao He's mind raced. "So, you're making him feel... that controlling you is the same as controlling me?"
“Yes.” Wang Xuefeng nodded.
"Does he believe it?" Xiao He asked with some concern.
"Then it's up to you," Wang Xuefeng said with a smile.
Xiao He narrowed her eyes; she had done this kind of underhanded thing quite often before.
Since we can't outright rob them, let's find a chance to steal them secretly!
The two exchanged a knowing smile.
"Buzz..."
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.
It wasn't that the sun suddenly went down the mountain, but rather that something suddenly appeared in the sky and blocked the light.
Xiao He looked up and saw a familiar dark figure in the sky—it was the Dragon King Arthas, who had been resurrected from the dead.
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