However, as soon as the obituary is published, Wu Valve will inevitably be furious, and it is conceivable that an overwhelming blow to public opinion is brewing, and an endless stream of open guns and hidden arrows are on the line, and an overwhelming number of accountability investigations are coming. Now that the situation is calm, it is only because it takes time to build momentum, and there are already three high-ranking officials of the God of War Temple who have inquired about this matter. If it is not handled properly, even the improvement of the God of War may be hindered. To sum up, while protecting the madrigal, the god of war had to order the madrigal to retreat to the second echelon and stay in Li Xingxing. The vanguard army that opened up the second battlefield was served by Wu Yu's democratic banner. This kind of compromise has to be said to be Tan Hua's robbery-style victory.

The god of war didn't say much to the pastoral, but gave him a glance at the letter:

"Letter from the Ruling Division of the Loyalty Assessment Hall of the God of War Temple to Zheng Xuan's fleet:

In order to inspect the standardized management of medical logistics and the ideological understanding of the officers and men of the fleet, Wu Han, a member of the House of Representatives of the Liberal Party and director of the ruling department, led Zhang Shuyu, a member of the House of Representatives and deputy director of the Democratic Party, and He Youde, director of the internal control department, to inspect and investigate your department, which is expected to arrive on March 19, please actively cooperate.

The Loyalty Assessment Hall of the Temple of the God of War

March 15, 2235

As soon as Muge saw it, he knew that he had caused trouble to the God of War, so he asked Zheng Xuan bluntly: "Come to check on me, do you want me to cooperate?"

"You're here to check on me. You are not the spearhead, you are the breakthrough. The god of war was also straightforward, sitting in a leather chair and looking directly at the madrigal, "For the past four days, you stay at home and don't do anything." Temporarily hide you, and you don't have any opinions in your heart. You, I'm going to use it for a long time, so you can't get a stain. When the storm passes, you will support the front line as the second echelon. Did I make it clear?"

"I see. Pastoral heard the second meaning: although the opening of the second battlefield is a meritorious achievement, but the future is uncertain, the danger is too great, the god of war wants to use pastoral for a long time, and does not want him to die prematurely. The god of war cares for the madrigal.

Pastoral listened to the words of the god of war and ordered Yu Long to leave the field and no longer investigate the cause of Wu Yu's death. Wu Yuheng's death allowed Mu Ge to temporarily free himself from intrigue and take care of his fiefdom, Tianchuan Xing.

Savior is in the Perseus Eye system, and dimensional storms occur from time to time. Madrigal had no choice but to violate the rules by writing a gene fragment copied from the "Promotion Guide" into the genes of the Celestial Ship people, and the phenotype of the gene is a short horn that can sense gravitational fluctuations, allowing the people to predict dimensional storms and organize evacuation in time. As soon as the illegal genes were added, the appearance of the Tianchuan Star people suddenly rose to a higher level, the male Kong Wu was like a dragon, and the female was as charming as a witch, revealing an unruly and untamed charm. Sadore felt that the appearance of his people was similar to that of the rebels in the "War of the Fallen", and in consideration of the need to hide people's eyes, he misled the people of the Celestial Ship as Xia Clan, so that the Pantheon thought that the cute short horns that emerged from their long hair were just useless decorations.

On the green ancient land coast, the Xia people expanded rapidly. Their clothes were required to cover three points, and they learned to swim without a teacher, and the girls were like graceful tuna, swimming in the shallow sea, and their long pink hair fluttering in the shallow sparkling water, beautiful and dazzling, like a dangerous umbrella-covered jellyfish, which kept predators away. They always return with a full load of protein-rich seafood to make their children grow quickly, healthy and strong, and promote rapid population growth and gradually form a tribal society.

After establishing a quaint harbor by the sea, the tribe gradually grew in size and began to find a place to build a capital. Pastoral has long surveyed the landform, relying on the shelter of the jungle, chasing the direction of the river, with the distant mountains at its back, and the harbor under its feet, with abundant resources and extraordinary weather. Climb high and look north, the pyramids stand in the distance, and sail to the south, the island chain is full of gold. The first town of the Yanxia civilization landed here, named Tianque.

At the beginning of the day, the Xia tribe elected the first female patriarch and sewed a deerskin robe for her as a symbol of power. They learned to make pottery, shoot arrows, and began to write simple words on clay tablets.

However, after the population doubled, the situation changed dramatically. Fishing and hunting were barely enough to make ends meet, population growth was stagnant, and the logs and silt could only be used to build huts, so the walls were not erected and the towers were difficult to erect. Experience cannot be transformed into science, and culture is maintained only by kinship.

As a result, the tribes stagnated and had no centripetal force; if the tribes disagreed, some families left the group, and it was difficult to become an atmosphere. If history had followed, the divided tribes would have killed each other and joined together for hundreds of years until they were unified by force and a slave society was formed.

At this point, an external threat loomed. Hunters who had penetrated deep into the western interior for more food were shot one after another, and the wounded who had escaped brought terrible news: strangers with brindle paints had appeared in the west, wearing ornate feathered headdresses and wielding maces and bows and arrows, secretly shooting Xia hunters to death, gouging out their hearts as trophies.

The Xia people were on the verge of a great enemy, and the internal contradictions were temporarily alleviated. During the campfire meeting, the patriarch agreed to narrow his range of activities and hunt only in the familiar jungle - although death was avoided, food was scarce.

But the Xia have already revealed their whereabouts. In the vast jungle, more powerful hunters have set their sights on the young Xia people, and in the dark unknown, more ferocious predators are observing the Xia people's every move, preparing to harvest a large number of beautiful slaves to be transported as trophies to the golden city deep in the forest.

One night, a fire broke out in the jungle northwest of Tianque, and all the men of the Xia tribe rushed up to the log watchtower, and saw snow-white skin rushing out of the woods, and they carried the heads of several Xia warriors with their spears - these warriors lit the beacon fire with their lives and warned the Xia tribe.

The invaders plastered their skin with lime as a ghost, like an army of the dead winter, and painted camouflage with the blood of their captives to terrorize those who dared to resist. The Xia used bows and arrows to repel the ferocious invaders, but Tianque only had a thin layer of brittle log walls, and when the bows and arrows were exhausted, the city would be broken. The girls cried and sharpened arrows, and the men stayed up all night patrolling the city.

The gods with a modicum of common sense will see that they are invading a war civilization that has entered the slave age, and their warriors are particularly fierce because they take pride in killing, they have developed a complete sacrificial culture and therefore have a strong rule, and they are in a period of rapid expansion, so they are in demand for the Xia population. As long as the White Ghost Warriors continue to attack, the men, women, and children of the Xia Clan will become slaves, and a civilization will be buried in the dust of history.

At this time, Madrigal just took a good look at the entangled crystals—he saw that the warriors of the Xia clan were fighting with the white ghost warriors, and even if they were hit by several spears, they would plunge the dragon's horns into each other's chests, and they would struggle to die together; the woman's cry overshadowed the tide, the sky burned under the blood-red moon, the log watchtower was crumbling, and the old matriarch worshipped the pyramid from afar, praying for the salvation of the gods.