In addition to the large population, there is also one of the main reasons why the human race has been able to dominate the richest southern side of the Santa Cassis continent for thousands of years, that is, they are also the first race to use tools, far earlier than the elves.

Although the first to master the magic element and use it was the elves, it was still the human race that carried it forward and extended its fighting power.

Therefore, the Terrans called magic and fighting spirit the double uniqueness of the Terrans, and began to popularize and train a large number of magicians and fighting warriors, using this as the cornerstone to dominate the southern side of the richest continent.

It's just that the popularity rate of Dou Qi is relatively high, and cultivating the power of Dou Qi has little to do with innate power, as long as you are willing to work hard to cultivate, you will master this power.

But magic is different, the social status of the magician is also much higher than that of the Dou Qi Warrior, and the role played by the elemental user, both in terms of lethality and killing range, far exceeds that of the Dou Qi Warrior, so it must be respected.

Without magicians, the Terrans would not have been able to become the overlord of the continent today.

The profession of magician is the backbone and greatest support of all human races.

But just now, in front of the Holy See's Grand Pope, the leaders of several powerful countries, the presidents of various associations, and the top magicians in the whole continent, Allen kept saying that there were thousands of magicians in this barren and dilapidated barren ancient plain!

One word stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone fell into shock!

There are a large number of barbarian children learning magic in the magic tower of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and Donnie knows about this, but compared to the entire barbarian population of nearly 80,000, there are dozens of barbarian children who have become magic apprentices, although the success rate is high, but there is nothing to make a fuss about.

The old man is not a race-oriented person, he even thinks that the barbarians are not barbarians at all, but they are just a relatively special race, and there is not much difference between them and the human race in appearance, and there is nothing to make a fuss about being able to learn magic, but he is looking forward to what kind of miracle the magic lineage will burst out in the magical desert of the Savage Ancient Plains.

However, among the 80,000 barbarians, there are thousands of barbarian children who can learn magic, which means that every barbarian child can master the magic element?!

This kind of success rate is not 100,000 to 1, not 10,000 to 1, not even 1,000 to 1, but a barbarian child, you can learn magic!

The old man was not calm anymore, and he lost his temper again.

Archmage Donnie couldn't remember the first time he had lost his temper, as if as long as he was involved with the Bloodhoof Tribe, nothing would collapse according to common sense.

Big event, absolutely big event!

A major event that will affect the future direction of the entire human race, and even affect the future rise and fall of the San Cassis Continent!

After a moment of silence in the crowd, there was a sudden burst of exclamations, and then it seemed to turn into a vegetable market, and everyone seemed to be crazy, grabbing the people around them and starting to chatter.

They don't even know what they're talking about, they don't know what the people around them are saying, they just want to keep making sure if they're hallucinating.

Once the Great Lord of the Wasteland Montal. What Lun said is true, then the Barbarian Ancient Plains must be included in the territory of the human race, and from now on there will be no barbarians, no barbarians, and the eighty thousand powerful fellows in animal skins will no longer be barbarians, but human races, and must be treated as first-class citizens, no matter in which country.

If it had been before, these people would definitely find a place where no one was there to gather at the first time, and then discuss how to divide up the various tribes and the Savage Ancient Plains.

But today is different, because it is the Great Lord of the Wasteland who has a great reputation who poked this incident, the leader of the first evil force in the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect Continent who has just been destroyed, and the Bloody Hoof Tribe who covers the violent armed gang ---- entire Savage Ancient Plains!

Since people can poke it out, they are not afraid that you will annex the wild ancient plains.

Then there is only one option left, and that is to let the barbarians recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors.

This is the truest portrayal of everyone's heart, including Monrosa, including Albert, including every bigwig present.

Because of terrain restrictions, because of inconvenient transportation, because of being squeezed out by the two major forces, because they are too poor, and for various reasons, the barbarians have maintained a population of less than 100,000 for nearly a thousand years.

It's not because of the low fertility of the barbarians, but the population of less than 100,000 is already the limit that the big chieftain tribe can bear.

It's also the limit of what Beamon and the Terrans can bear.

You must know that before the Great Chief Manstein came to power, the population of the barbarians was only in the early 60,000s.

But now it is different, in addition to the Great Chief Tribe, the Bloodhoof Tribe has become the largest financier in the Savage Ancient Plains.

The weapons and equipment they produced were exchanged for a large amount of food, looted supplies from the outside world, food for the continuous support of the Holy See and the two great powers, etc., so that the various tribes of the barbarians once again increased the survival rate of babies.

More importantly, the Great Lord of the Wasteland and the Bloodhoof tribe under his command have become the protectors of the Savage Ancient Plains, escorting every barbarian tribe.

Under this kind of prosperous and stable development, the population of the barbarians will definitely soar in the next few years, which means that the level of magicians is not endless, and at that time, will Beamon, or the human race, still have the ability to suppress the barbarians?

Even in other words, in the next hundreds of years, or even decades, will the human race still be the overlord race on the continent?

Monrosa's expression was inexplicable, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly looked at Allen, and asked in an inexplicable tone: "The barbarian bloodline seal, has it been lifted by you?" ”

Alan's eyes narrowed, but he didn't speak.

There is indeed a problem with the bloodline in each barbarian's body, which is the main reason why Conslet stayed in the Bloodhoof tribe in the first place.

Alan didn't expect even Monrosa to know about it, but he didn't think it was leaked from High Chief Manstein.

Without immediately asking Monrosa how he found out, Alan just snapped his fingers, and an old Duff in full costume and a blank Constant walked out of Bloodhoof Camp.

Old Duff had a ruddy face, holding a staff of passage studded with magical gems, and the magic robe that symbolized the magician on his body was also brand new, not greasy and dusty like before, and those who were not familiar with it really thought it was some kind of magic master who had been famous for a long time and respected him.

Conslet was still dressed in a black robe, with a face of vicissitudes, and his royal blue eyes were deep and bright, handsome.

"Master Conslet, everyone already knows each other, so I won't introduce it much." Alan smiled, then bowed down and gave a senior salute to Old Duff, and said with a solemn face: "Thank you to the water magician Duff. It was he who spread the splendid civilization of the magic element on this magical desert, and bloomed brilliant flowers on the wild ancient plains. ”

Old Dufu was in tears, looking at Alan emotionally, and suddenly felt that even if he died now, it was worth it.

Alan ignored a group of unknown bigwigs, and his magnetic voice gradually attracted everyone's attention.

In the open space of dozens of people, Alan was the only one who told the story of Old Duff.

"A year ago, I, Allen, were fortunate enough to marry Old Duff, and Mage Duff stayed in this savage ancient plain as the first mage and chief mage of my Bloodhoof Tribe."

"Instead of returning to the world of human civilization, Wizard Duff has stayed in the Savage Ancient Plains, carefully teaching every child of the tribe members, so that they can learn the common language of the continent, let them learn the common language of the continent, and even silently recite every spell of elementary magic."

"In the Savage Ancient Plains, the parents of every barbarian child may not know me Allen, but they know the name of Master Duff of the Bloodhoof Tribe, because this human magician treats every child as his own relatives, children, and apprentices."

"Three months later, Zach Jr., the son of the old chief of the Bloodhoof tribe, and Babylon Jr., the son of the chief warrior, took the lead in mastering the most basic illumination technique of the elemental spells."

"Since that day, the flame and brilliance of magic have burned in the Savage Ancient Plains, so without Master Duff, there would be no thousands of magic apprentices in the Great Wasteland."

After Allen finished speaking, he bowed to the tearful old Duff again.

Immediately afterward, Archmage Downey handed Hathaway his wand, walked up to Old Duff, and gave a solemn courtesy, despite the other party's obstruction.

"Master Duf, with this move, it is enough to last for a hundred years!"

This is the pertinent comment of Archmage Donnie, one of the two great holy orders in the continent.

Conslet, who was beside him, gently patted the old Duff, who was already crying, and smiled.

He really didn't want to say that old Duff was captured by Allen by force.

No matter what everyone present thinks, thousands of them have been cultivated at once, even if there are only dozens of magic apprentices, which is enough to last for a hundred years, no matter whether Old Duf's apprentice is a human or not, even if it is an ogre, the contribution to increasing the number of magicians in the future is something that no one can deny or erase.

Race and stance aside, the elder Duve does deserve any compliment.

Alan pointed at Conslett again, and said with a smile: "Whether you admit it or not, the barbarians living in the Barbarian Ancient Plains have the bloodline of the ancient human race in their bodies, but for some reason, with the thinning of the bloodline, the bloodline prohibition has slowly faded. ”

"Master Conslet, using the blood of the advanced Ancient Relic Demonic Beast Horned Wing Python, has stimulated the magical talent of every barbarian child, and resonated with the ancient bloodline in their bodies."

"If you admit that the barbarians of the Savage Ancient Plains are your kindred, then I welcome the Magician Guild and any magicians with senior titles or higher to come to the Great Wasteland to receive apprentices."

After finishing speaking, Alan smiled inexplicably and said: "If you don't admit it, then it doesn't matter, I will send these children to the Locke Kingdom, the Duchy of Lotre, and the Holy See to learn magic knowledge until they reach adulthood." ”

Given two options, Alan waited for an answer that would satisfy him.

Sure enough, the president of the Wizards Association ran in front of Eren at a speed that did not match his youth, and his old face was a little congested with excitement, and shouted: "Admit it, you must admit it, Your Excellency the Lord of the Wasteland, the headquarters of our Wizards Association, there are one hundred and thirty-three resident magicians, and three hundred and twenty-seven are registered, as long as you nod, we want all these children, and when you become adults, we guarantee that there will be a lot of hairs for you to send back!" ”

Alan didn't say anything, but winked at Old Duff and whispered: "Old rascal, I said that sooner or later, I would make the Magicians Guild cry and shout and beg you to go back, remember." ”