Looking down at the still bustling mass of primitive people.
Li Qingyu decided to quickly select a few leaders to lead teams out to scout ahead. They could then handle their own meals, so Li Qingyu wouldn't need to worry about it.
Thinking of this, Li Qingyu spoke softly.
"Okay, shut up now."
In an instant.
It's unclear whether it was due to the lord's influence or the Bronze Lung's "Shut Up" skill taking effect.
The primitive people, who had been singing and dancing excitedly around the huge bonfire, stopped dancing and singing, looked up at Li Qingyu on the throne, and knelt down.
Facing the now quiet cave.
Li Qingyu looked around.
"Anyone who thinks they're particularly smart? Raise your hand."
Li Qingyu wanted to see if any primitive human had an intelligence level exceeding 60.
Once you break through 60, you're an elite, no doubt about it.
To be reasonable...
With a base of ten million, assuming a probability of one elite out of every thousand primitive people, there should be at least ten thousand elites, right?
Li Qingyu's requirements weren't high; a few dozen or a hundred would be enough.
However....
Hope is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
At a glance.
Very few hands were raised; there weren't even double digits.
Li Qingyu sighed helplessly.
It's fine if there are fewer, I just hope they are indeed elites with an IQ exceeding 60, and not just some idiots who just raise their hands to play around.
but....
When Li Qingyu waved his hand, beckoning over the nearest primitive man who had raised his hand.
Li Qingyu's eyes widened in surprise.
That figure, that skin, that face...
Holy crap!
This is supposed to be primitive?!
Elites! Absolutely elites!!!
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