"I can't imagine that after 500 years, there will be compatriots who will migrate here from the old domain, it's really incredible!"

Wang Lie's tone was full of emotion, it was the first time since he took office that he had encountered such an incredible thing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old domain is the Spirit Waste, since the Great War three thousand years ago, the First Empire collapsed, forced to abandon the Spirit Waste territory, and completely retreated to the ancestral land, and since then it has lost contact.

However, the remnants of the empire scattered in the spiritual wilderness have never forgotten to return to their ancestral land, and they have worked hard and experienced many hardships and obstacles for thousands of years, but few can successfully review their ancestral land.

Countless people fell on the way home.

According to Wang Lie, the number of remnants of the old empire who have successfully come to the ancestral land in the past 3,000 years is less than a hundred in tribes, and many of them have lost seventy or eighty percent of the population and almost come to the ancestral land without severing their inheritance.

"My ancestors had the privilege of meeting the last remnant tribe to migrate here 500 years ago. It was an alliance composed of five tens of thousands of people and countless small and medium-sized departments, with a total of nearly 100,000, and even spiritual cultivators, but when they returned to the Middle Wilderness, guess how many people? ”

After a moment of silence, Wang Lie uttered a desperate number:

"Less than five thousand."

Close to 95% mortality rate!

"You are the largest group of remnants who have returned to the Middle Wilderness since the War of Annihilation, haha, I didn't expect that I was fortunate enough to be received by me, but I have to blow it back!"

Wang Lie looked at everyone with a deep admiration, not to mention anything else, just being able to successfully reach the ancestral land was enough to make all the people in the ancestral land awe-inspired.

Moreover, it is a miracle that the number of people lost in battle by this tribal alliance along the way is less than 10%!

Thinking of this, the armor soldiers of the garrison looked at Lei Chuan and Concubine Yanhuang in awe.

Concubine Yan Saint Yan Huang, in the spiritual wilderness, which has collapsed most of the old domain and lacks spiritual energy, can still cultivate spiritually, or is a perfect spiritual cultivation whose strength is far superior to ordinary spiritual cultivation, this talent and perseverance, given enough time to polish, will definitely be a knighted person in time.

And the other person is even more amazing, the alliance can turn danger everywhere, all thanks to this overly young deputy alliance leader. The combat power is so high that it is impossible to calculate, and it may have reached the standard of a knight.

Not only that, Wang Lie also smelled an extremely ancient, but terrifying aura on Lei Chuan's body, which was much higher than the aura of spiritual cultivation.

Wang Lie thought back to a big man he had seen, and the aura of this deputy alliance leader was quite similar to that big man, and he couldn't help but be shocked and a little embarrassed.

What I saw in one day today is far better than before, such wonderful people, such exciting things, the first half of my life can be regarded as living to dogs.

If nothing else, I'm going to have a fucking drink when I go back tonight!

In the next few days, Flame Star Luo and other elders were talking to the armor soldiers of the garrison army to make up for the thousands of years in the gap, and Lei Chuan on the side also pricked up his ears to listen.

The name of the Terran Ancestral Land in the Hundred Desolations Realm is: Middle Wilderness, the center of the Nine Heavenly Desolations.

With so many teleportation experiences, Lei Chuan already knew that the Hundred Desolation Great Realm was not just a single world, but a pluralistic world composed of countless dimensions, and its complexity was far from being comparable to that of the earth, and just the spiritual desolate land that had been mutilated to the point that only one-tenth of it was worth the sum of the area of thirty earths.

Each wasteland is an independent dimension, with rules for its own independent operation, and there are barriers between dimensions, and only the strong who are proficient in the rules of space have this ability if they want to go back and forth except for a fixed passage.

In a sense, the Hundred Desolations Realm is enough to be called a low-profile version of the multiverse.

In fact, there are far more than a hundred desolate realms on the Hundred Desolate Streets, and the number of desolate realms known to the human race is more than three hundred, but the number of unknown ones is even more.

The endless desolate seas, their respective development levels are uneven, some realms are very weak, but some realms are extremely powerful, and the gap can even be used as a reference between the mortal world and the heavenly realm and the immortal realm.

Among the many races, there is a common standard for dividing the wasteland, which is divided into the following levels from lowest to highest:

Semi-Wasteland, Complete Small Wasteland, Medium Wasteland, Large Wasteland, Super Large Wasteland

There are a total of ten super-large desolate realms located at the top of the realms, collectively known as the Nine Heavenly Desolations. And where the ancestral land of the human race is located is the central Kunyu realm, known as the Nine Heavenly Desolations-the Middle Wilderness.

The location of the Middle Desolation is extremely special, not only in the center of the ten super-large desolate realms, but also in the center of the entire Hundred Desolation Realm.

And such a geographical environment has created the largest number of dragon veins in the Middle Wilderness, the most abundant aura, and what is more deadly is that this aura is unconditionally compatible with the major races.

Take Hell as an example, the environment of Hell only has a bonus for the demon race, and the breath of Hell is an air-like substance for the demons, but for other races, it is breathing poison all the time, and entering Hell is tantamount to entering the real Hell as well.

The Middle Wilderness is different, the aura is the evolution of heaven and earth, and all the races that reproduce from heaven and earth depend on the existence of aura, and the density of aura determines the rise and fall of a race.

Therefore, the human race that occupied the Middle Wilderness undoubtedly greatly attracted the hatred of all races, even the races that occupied the other worlds of the Nine Lands and Heavenly Wilderness also coveted the Middle Wilderness, and they kept making small moves.

The repression faced by the Terrans can be imagined.

"That's not right!"

Xiao Yuan exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.

"If that's the case, isn't the pressure on the ancestral land even greater since the collapse of the First Empire since the War of Destruction three thousand years ago? How did you resist the invasion of foreign races for thousands of years when your strength was greatly reduced? ”

Xiao Yuan's words undoubtedly asked everyone's hearts, that battle of destruction directly knocked the human race from the altar of the super clan, and the overall strength was bound to be greatly reduced, and in this case, how could the alien race let go of such a good opportunity to take advantage, it must be to step up the invasion and not give the human race any respite.

Wang Lie's eyes flashed with complicated colors, and he said to everyone:

"This little girl really sees the problem thoroughly, and just as you think, after the collapse of the empire and the fall of the spiritual famine, the ancestral land stubbornly carried the tide of alien invasion and guarded the entire human race, three thousand years like a day, and never let any alien race enter the country!"

Recalling his period of golden iron horses and fiery years, even if it is just imagination, there is a sense of suffocating depression coming out, which wants to drive people crazy.

Poor Wanli Guan Mountain Road, every year there are many autumn grasses.

This is not the darkest age of the Terrans, but it is the bloodiest era of the Terrans, and at the most critical moment, twenty alien coalition armies invaded the ancestral land, and the Terrans fought back at a very painful price.

Because of this, the population of the ancestral land has decreased for a long time.

"But don't worry, those days have passed, since the ruins of the empire, a new human race has been stood, and no alien race can take our homeland!"

Speaking of this, the soldiers of the garrison were all full of proud smiles, and at the same time, they also had the determination to protect their homeland.

Seeing this scene, Lei Chuan was completely relieved, although this was just a small microcosm of the ancestral land, it didn't give Lei Chuan a bad feeling.

Extreme pride, extreme unity, no internal strife and unanimous external strife, this is the real human race! Why should such a race be extinct?

I'm relieved to put Xiaoyuan here.

Lei Chuan showed a soft smile, and after seeing the true face of the ancestral land, it was time to find a chance to leave.