Chapter 875： Aggregate subgroup

As a huge family of mammoths, in terms of close combat ability, it is indeed incomparable to many other races.

It's just that due to the rules and restrictions of the goddess of war, these races don't dare to frequent conflicts between them.

But today, when watching the young patriarch beat the bull-headed orc, the enthusiasm in the blood seems to be aroused again for these races that originally had a frenetic fighting consciousness.

Basically everyone here is also the head of each race or the head of the patriarch, with a certain sense of judgment.

They can also see from the reaction of the young patriarch that something earth-shattering seems to be happening here.

"Everyone, we have lived in this space for nearly a thousand years. In these thousand years, in addition to the first few hundred years, there have been trialists who entered this space and brought us a little bit of fun. For such a long time, we can only repeat the boring and boring life day by day.

For the goddess of war, this space seems to be just a toy she built on a whim, and we are the pets he put into this toy. For such a long time, the goddess of war almost forgot this toy, but we still have to stay here and continue our duties that shouldn't exist.

We should also realize that this game and this toy have been abandoned by the owner, and we should no longer continue to follow those stupid rules and restrict our people to such a stupid place. We should be the masters of this space by ourselves, and use our hands to fight for more rights and interests that we can enjoy, just like what we did on the Chaos Continent. "

The young patriarch paused here.

He turned his head and glanced at him for 4 weeks. This time, no one dodges his eyes.

He could see that most people should have resonated with their own words. These races are races that love to fight and are very powerful in combat.

They have the enthusiasm for fighting from the bottom of their hearts. Such rules and restrictions in life are not what they want.

And after living here for so long, apart from the first generation who had the honor to meet the goddess of war, the modern people who have reproduced to this day have no impression of the goddess of war at all, and naturally there is nothing to fear.

The young patriarch said what most people thought of, and also what most people didn't dare to say.

These races with grumpy tempers and strong desire to fight unexpectedly quieted down at this moment, listening carefully to what the young patriarch said.

Even the tauren who was thrown in the corner looked at the young patriarch silently.

"Here is divided into three levels. We asked ourselves, is it the outermost level, is it really because our strength is not as good as other races?"

The young patriarch was very satisfied with the current atmosphere, he hurriedly hit the iron while it was hot, and continued to ask.

Hearing this question, many people’s eyes flashed with high spirits of war, and many people’s faces also showed a little disdain. Some even waved their fists. Everyone used their own way to express what they were in. dissatisfied.

"My thoughts are the same as everyone’s. In the initial chaos, what happened to each of us and each race was completely random. It was not because of our weakness that we were placed The outermost layer.

I believe that among the races in the middle level, there are many people who are not as good as us, and there are many other races whose combat effectiveness cannot be compared to any of us. That big chaos was completely unfair. It was the method that the goddess of war had lazily figured out to save trouble. It was simply not enough to judge the strength of our various races. "

The young patriarch patted his chest, speaking faster and faster.

"But just because of this unfair criterion, it restricts the development of each of our races. Because we are the outermost layer, we have the least resources and territory. The middle layer is clearly The strength may not be as good as our race, but it happens to be able to enjoy more resources than ours. Does everyone think this is fair?"

"unfair!"

"This is totally wrong! We should have used something better!"

This time, someone began to answer questions from the young patriarch.

People's emotions are getting more and more agitated. The mutual hostility at the beginning has disappeared, and it has been transformed into a kind of mutual gratitude that is connected to the same life.

"We never thought of these problems before, and we just blindly followed the arrangement of the goddess of war. In this small world that is not as exciting as the Chaos Continent, we are satisfying the preferences of the goddess of war day after day. We have been forgotten, but we ourselves cannot forget ourselves.

Is the enthusiasm in your blood still there? Can you remember the memories of fighting on the Chaos Continent? The meaning of our existence is not to be someone else’s pet. Even if we die, we should lose it in battle. We should die in the pursuit of what we want. That is where we should belong. "

The young patriarch paced in the room and said in a high voice.

The other people seemed to have been infected by his feelings, and gradually became excited. Lin Mo could already clearly feel the excitement of the group.

"I still want to fight, I still want to plunder, I still want to pursue those things that my strength can match! If I die on this journey, it will only prove that my strength cannot satisfy me. Wish, but I don’t want to be restricted, especially by a **** who has forgotten us!

I want to gather the power of everyone to attack the tribes that live in the middle level, to rob us of what we should have enjoyed. Do you still have the courage and passion? "

The young patriarch raised his nose high and asked loudly.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Many people roared. At this moment, the 38 small ethnic groups seemed to condense into a whole, a collective full of enthusiasm.

Lin Mo showed a slight smile.

These words were of course not thought up by the young patriarch himself, but Lin Mo taught him to say them.

After learning that the war goddess used this simple and rude method to classify them, Lin Mo fully realized that this was a huge breakthrough. As long as he could incite the dissatisfaction of these races, he wanted to reach the end without any effort. , It is not difficult.