The orcs had entered the Bronze Age, the era of city-states, while the humans were still ignorant and uncivilized. The wars and annexations between the orcs were getting more and more intense. The cultural conflicts and integration between the different races were constantly bursting forth the flames of civilization. The first generation of the orc king in Sarga City was a rat, but in the fourth generation, it was a tiger.
Then came the dog, then the tauren. The current orc king was the twelfth generation, Costa of the werewolf. In other places, there were also several prototypes of city-states. The tribal system was changing to a city-state system. The orcs had begun to merge and annex each other!
This worried Lu Zhiyu a little. The orcs were developing too fast, while the human race was still in a period of ignorance. Even their language had just begun to appear, and they were still at the stage of slash-and-burn cultivation. Lu Zhiyu was afraid that the human race would be wiped out by the orcs before they could develop further. It would be the law of the jungle that was the law of the jungle.
Lu Zhiyu had spent so much time and effort to develop the new human genetic model, but it had disappeared before it could even begin. This did not meet Lu Zhiyu's expectations. If Lu Zhiyu wanted to promote the development of the human race, he had to make sure that the two sides were evenly matched.
Currently, the number of humans had reached 100,000. However, because they did not communicate frequently, and because the south of the Alen Continent was rich, they were willing to be ordinary. In order to promote the development of the human race, Lu Zhiyu had to solve two problems. The first was external threats, and the second was internal unification.
The external threat had already appeared the moment the orcs and humans came into contact in the north and south. The friction between the orcs and humans continued to escalate, and for internal unification, Lu Zhiyu decided to select a human king!
The plains near the central region were called the Red River Plains by the humans. Located between the Sky Mountain Range and the Red River, there were large forests and fertile lands. Wild beasts ran freely on the ground, and the woods were full of fruits and food. It was a paradise for humans.
At the foot of the mountain, there were many round thatched huts. A group of primitive humans wearing animal skins and carrying game were returning from afar. The leader of the tribe was a human who had broken through the limits of the human body and had awakened the genetic inheritance that Lu Zhiyu had set for him.
But now, heaven had turned into hell. The orc army rushed out of the Sky Mountain and swept away the human tribes that were stationed here. Although the leader had awakened his genetic inheritance, it was only an adrenaline stimulation.
The invading Beastmen army was the most powerful Werewolf Tribe among the Beastmen. The ferocious Werewolves rode on their wolf beasts and shouted the Beastmen's Sofawk language. This language was first created by the Ratmen, and after hundreds of years of refinement, it had finally become a very complete language.
"Kill them all! This fertile plain belongs to us, not to these bastards!"
"Kill these uncivilized pigs!"
The battle was very cruel. The leader of the tribe used a stone axe to continuously kill the orcs. After the adrenaline stimulation, he used his great strength and reflexes to cut down the orcs one by one. But how could infantry be a match for cavalry? Moreover, one side was armed with stone and wooden spears, while the other side was armed with bronze swords and spears. After a few attacks by the Werewolf Riders, the entire tribe was either dead or injured.
These ferocious orcs did not even spare the women and children. The war between the tribes was cruel and bloody. In the end, only the leader of the tribe was left. He was exhausted and died under the spears of the Werewolf Riders!
Before the tribe leader died, he shouted in the language of the newly born human race, which was not very clear, "You guys, the gods will punish you!"
After the Werewolf Riders completed their mission, they cleaned up the battlefield and left. Before they left, they threw down torches, burning the entire tribe into a sea of fire. Then, they rode away on their wolf beasts while laughing wildly.
At this time, a figure appeared outside the tribe. He wore a gray linen cloak, a simple shirt and pants, and boots. He held a silver staff in his hand, which was engraved with mysterious three-dimensional patterns. He also wore a white mask with a red sun pattern on it.
This was Lu Zhiyu. Lu Zhiyu had just been looking for a target in the dimensional castle. He did not expect to see this scene, so he locked his eyes on this place. When he saw the scene on the Map of the World, he had already felt that it was tragic. He did not expect to see things even more tragic here. There were corpses everywhere, and the smell of burning flesh made Lu Zhiyu feel nauseous.
However, Lu Zhiyu realized that other than that, he did not have many other emotions. Was it because he did not feel a sense of belonging? Or was it because of some other reason? Lu Zhiyu walked towards the hut in the center. At this moment, the hut was already on fire, and black smoke billowed.
Lu Zhiyu stretched out his staff and saw the dimensional door open. It immediately connected to the river in the distance. A large amount of water poured through the dimensional door, completely extinguishing the fire.
The staff was made by Lu Zhiyu, and he had engraved the guiding matrix of the dimensional door on it. This way, as long as Lu Zhiyu injected his mind power into it, he would be able to quickly activate the dimensional door. He did not need to engrave the matrix slowly, and the casting speed would be instantaneous.
Within the entire greyspace, Lu Zhiyu could open the dimensional door anywhere he wanted and teleport freely. This was the only mind power spell that Lu Zhiyu had mastered at the moment. The other mind-reading spells and gene modification spells were all part of his mind power's gift, which was the transmission of information.
Even at this stage, Lu Zhiyu's understanding of mind power was still very shallow. He could not understand what it was, and what the soul was. Although he never stopped meditating every day, and his mind power was getting stronger and stronger, he still could not figure out anything else. He had no goal or direction at all. As for the dimensional door, it was too difficult for Lu Zhiyu to understand. He could not understand anything about it, and it was already good enough that he could use it.
The water extinguished the flames. Lu Zhiyu heard a violent coughing coming from the thatched hut. He pushed aside the almost completely destroyed thatched hut and walked in. He saw a young human boy crawling out from the hole in the ground. The two of them stared at each other.
"Ulumo, Mosika? (Who the hell are you?) "
Although Lu Zhiyu had collected the orcs' Sofawk language and characters, he didn't know much about the human language, which was still in its infancy. However, it didn't matter, as Lu Zhiyu could completely understand what he was trying to say with his mind power. He could even see the hostility and fear in the man's eyes.
"The gods sent me to find you, Ahenaten, the future king of the humans!"
Lu Zhiyu extended his hand to Ahenaten, and his mind power sent out a guiding message. After Ahenaten understood what Lu Zhiyu meant, the teenager showed interest and intimacy towards Lu Zhiyu.
Ahenaten crawled up from the ground pathetically. He felt as if the mysterious person in front of him was bathed in the light of the sun, as if his entire body was glowing with the white light of divinity.
"Sent by the gods? Are you the messenger of the gods? I, Ahenaten, pay my highest respects to you. Are you here to punish those evil orcs? "
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