The herbivorous ethnic group is very large. Because of their low intelligence, they are very easy to reproduce, and they are almost all over the entire Hongmeng space.

Moreover, they are indifferent to the world and like to eat weeds. The higher races in the Hongmeng space have never done anything to them, and there is no reason to do so.

They do not occupy any unique resources, but just like to live in various tree holes. Each herbivore has its own unique hole-making body, which can build exquisite houses. This is roughly the biggest advantage of their race.

The priest traveled a whole circle of Hongmeng space, and finally came to a small tribe of herbivorous people.

The leader of this tribe is an old herbivore who is only first-level, with a stooped body, less than half the height of a priest.

You must know that the avatar evolved by Fu Nao is only the normal height of this world, and each of these Protoss is short, less than half his size.

And everyone has a mushroom-like thing growing on top of their heads. The body has four legs and two hands, and four legs walk on the ground. There is no speed talent when walking. All in all, this race has almost no talent, and it belongs to the type of eating and waiting to die. .

There are few strangers in the tribe, and the herbivorous old man was very hospitable this time, and brought a large pot of green grass to the master.

The priest habitually glanced at the herbivorous old man and came up with a potential index of one.

As it was hundreds of years ago, nothing has changed.

This is a race at the bottom of the Hongmeng space, but although the reproduction is amazing, its life is fragile, and there is no strong one. Once it encounters any crisis, it is very likely to die in the long river of history.

"Please use it slowly."

After the herbivorous old man presented the carefully prepared delicious food, he withdrew.

The herbivores were very hospitable, and it was rare for foreign guests to come, and they immediately held a carnival.

In this small tribe, a bonfire party was held by the old herbivore, and the priest was kindly invited to participate.

"Divine Master, our herbivorous races are not talented in past dynasties, and the highest level of cultivation is only one level, so it has always been looked down upon by other races in the Hongmeng space."

At the bonfire meeting, the herbivorous old man pulled the priest and told the bitter history of the race with snot and tears.

And as a avatar, the **** teacher can comfort people, he can only nod coldly.

Except that it likes to imitate human emotions in front of the creator, the rest of the time it has a cold expression, and even the voice is very mechanical, without any emotion.

But the herbivorous old man didn't care about these. From the eyes of the master, he knew that the master did not discriminate against them.

Even though their bodies were short and ugly, the Master's eyes were clear and transparent, and there was no trace of contempt or contempt.

This was something he had never felt in any other race.

"Divine Master, if you can walk as a human body, you must be transformed. It's a pity that the highest level of our race is only one level and cannot be transformed."

The herbivorous old man is a talker, and he talks a lot. Looking at the form of the master, he talked about his own race.

He looked around, and the clansmen who were laughing and playing around the bonfire, each of them looked like their own bodies.

Even if the Zixiao Immortal Palace came out with a shape-shifting technique, they would not be able to practice it if they got it.

The priest listened quietly, nodded occasionally, and did not interrupt the old man's words.

One night, the old man pulled the divine teacher and chatted endlessly, even though the divine teacher did not say a word from beginning to end.

In the end, after the bonfire was lit, the rest of the clansmen were also tired from playing. They dispersed and returned to their respective residences to prepare to rest. The priest also stood up and prepared to go back to their residences to rest.

It will rest for another night before embarking on a journey to continue its search for the predecessor of the Protoss, providing the Creator with a near-perfect species!

"Master—"

Before taking a few steps, he was stopped by the old man of the herbivore.

"What's up?"

The priest spoke, his voice was cold and biting, without any emotion.

The herbivorous old man chose to kneel down with a plop, and touched the ground with his head, very pious. After three hundred and nine consecutive kowtows, he raised his head.

"The strength of the gods is sky-high, and I beseech the gods to stay in the tribe and teach our clan to practice. Our clan is willing to devote all our strength to worship the gods!"

The eyes of the herbivorous old man were full of anticipation, but also mixed with fear, so he knelt on the ground and looked up at the master.

The master's eyes flickered, and a word flashed in his blue eyes, and he quickly made a decision according to the algorithm: "No."

Very straightforward, without even saying why.

The old herbivore who got the answer did not give up and tried to fight for it: "Divine Master, although our family is not talented, we always want to cultivate and become stronger, we will work hard..."

The master turned around, looked at the herbivorous old man, shook his head and said, "You are not only not good at talent, not good in aptitude, not good in wisdom, not good in perseverance, not good in comprehension, not good in creativity, not good in imagination, the only thing worthy of praise Yes, it is your reproductive power, but... it is based on none of the above, and the potential is low, so your reproductive power is so strong."

The teacher's words are very cold and direct. It can be seen at a glance that the upper and lower limits of the herbivorous race are maintained at around one, very stable, never rising or falling.

Hearing the teacher's words, the herbivorous old man's face became anxious, and he quickly retorted: "No, you are talking about other tribes, our tribes are different, our tribes are really different!"

But the master ignored him and continued to turn around, preparing to leave.

But they found that the herbivorous clansmen who had dispersed before had returned here at some point, blocking its way.

"Are you going to be strong?"

Looking at the herbivores with mushrooms on their heads, the master was still expressionless, his eyes were cold, countless ones flashed in his eyes, and he said a question.

Then it saw the herbivores in front of him, and they all knelt down one by one, like the old herbivore before, kneeling three times and nine kowtows, begging: "Please stay in the tribe, teach my clan, I will The clan must worship the gods from generation to generation, and never slack off!"

This scene is very spectacular. A tribe, thousands of people, surrounded it, surrounded by an unknown number of layers, and all knelt down with a plop at this moment, just to pray for it to stay.

If this turned into any normal creature, although he didn't say yes, he would at least be moved, but... the master would not.

As a clone of Fu Nao, he is extremely rational, his blue eyes flicker, and he is still one, without any exception.

"Your family's potential is one, and it is the weakest creature in the Hongmeng space. It is not worthy of my teaching."

It's incarnation as a teacher of the gods, even if it is a clan and other clan, it is not worth it to stay.

What it is thinking about is to find the predecessor of the Protoss for the creator, a race suitable for evolution.

Seeing that this group of herbivores wanted to say something else, the master reached out his hand to stop it, and then turned into a cloud of white smoke and disappeared into the tribe out of thin air.

When the herbivorous old man saw this scene, he burst into tears and was heartbroken.

This is not the first time that such a thing has happened. It has happened many times. They have pleaded like some powerful people who have passed by in the past, but no one is willing to stay in their tribe.

"Grandpa, don't be sad, they don't teach us, we rely on ourselves!"

A juvenile herbivore with a shorter stature came up, pulled the corner of the old man's clothes, and said naively.

The rest of the herbivorous tribes also persuaded: "Don't worry about the patriarch, we are thinking about the cultivation method by ourselves. Although the talent is not good, the aptitude is not good, but we will definitely be able to develop a cultivation method that suits us!"

Hearing the words, the old man wiped the tears from his eyes, stood up, and after he was sad, he regained his confidence and said to the crowd, "Okay, let's go practice, some old people in the tribe, prepare to follow me. Let's go to hunt the beasts together and provide meat to the young people!"

"Grandpa, I'm going too! I'm going too!"

"okay."

The old man showed a loving smile. His name was Shengu. He was born in a deep valley and was given this name, but when he saw that people in the race were all set on their own destiny, eating and waiting to die, unwilling to practice, he was in When he became an adult, he resolutely left the race and sought like-minded people from the scattered herbivores.

From youth to old age, after an unknown number of years, he also traveled the entire Hongmeng space, using his own ideas to persuade the herbivorous clansmen who were unwilling to be mediocre and eager to cultivate, gave up the original environment, and came here with him .

There are countless herbivorous tribes scattered throughout the entire Hongmeng space, and he has only found more than 3,000 people who are willing to join him and form this small herbivorous tribe.

During this period, they enthusiastically worshipped every powerful creature who came, imploring them to stay and give them advice, but no one was willing.

The reason is too weak!

But this time, the words of the master really hurt the old, mottled, wounded heart of Shengu.

No talent, no aptitude, no creativity, no imagination, no perseverance...

All in all, in the words of the gods, they are only worthy of praise for their fecundity!

How ironic is this? !

"Since God let my clan live in the world, there is a reason for existence! I don't believe that we will live forever and do nothing~lightnovelpub.net~ We are different from the previous clansmen!"

Shen Gu clenched his fist tightly in one hand, and reached out with the other hand to grab the immature young clansman just now, reciting in his heart, full of fighting spirit again.

"Even if my generation can't do it, but our next generation, the next generation will definitely be able to do it!"

The life span of the herbivorous race is not long, because no one has exceeded the second level, so the race life span is generally three hundred years.

This is also because the Hongmeng space is full of energy, and there are creatures dying at any time, and the energy feeds back into the world, and there are no restrictions, so they can live such a long world.

Shengu is now two hundred and forty-nine years old.

When he was young, he spent more than 200 years traveling through Hongmeng. With a first-class body, he walked in the dangerous Hongmeng space. He did not know how many hardships and life and death he experienced in the middle, and then he gathered more than 3,000 people today.

The elderly are responsible for preparing food, and the young people practice cultivation. This is the unanimous decision of all the elderly!

When those young people are old, they will make the same decision!