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Chapter 275 The Road to Pilgrimage
The "birth of humankind" in this world did not actually last very long.

It's even possible that ten thousand years ago, the ancestors of modern humans were a group of magical beasts who lived in the forest like other magical beasts. They were called "ghosts" and liked to live in groups and fight as a group. They even liked to make their own weapons and equipment from the skins and teeth of other magical beasts.

After an unknown amount of time, this group of people, resembling primitive humans, gradually gathered and formed a tribe. This "Demon Tribe" also attracted the covetousness of other monster groups. As a result, many monsters who were already at odds with the Demon Tribe or did not want to see the Demon Tribe grow stronger began to join the war.

This was the first Warcraft war.

The era in which the angels were born was several hundred years after the First Warcraft War.

Tribal people do not have much of a habit of recording history, and rely more on oral traditions. As a result, many things have become distorted and lost. Even the few murals and records that exist are lost or damaged in wars and battles.

Therefore, in the tribal era, let alone hundreds of years, perhaps only a few decades, the legendary figures and tales of the past have lost their memory and records, leaving only a few people with some stories passed down orally.

Even for angels, the story of the sage is merely a myth from "ancient times".

She didn't have much of an impression of it, and the story of the sage might be less than a tenth of true.

According to mythology, he appeared during the First War of the Beasts, when countless tribes were wiped out or scattered. He taught the tribes to create their own writing system and spread the concepts of "civilization" and heritage to everyone for the first time.

They taught the primitive people of that time to learn magic, albeit very basic magic. And in this world where all creatures were "magical beasts" and could use historical magic, humans also had their own innate magic.

[Stamina Recovery (Rank F Talent Magic): Restores most of your stamina and endurance after a short period of eating and drinking.]

This is the demon, and also the innate magic of humans in this world, to the point that this magic has become something akin to a passive skill.

Thanks to this innate magic, the ancient demon ancestors also managed to carve out their own place in the Monster Forest by living in groups.

The sage taught them how to make good use of their talents, as well as how to use other magic, the simplest spells of ignition and illumination, and the simple spell to condense water vapor in the air into water.

They were also taught how to properly deliver babies, how to tame other magical beasts to become their companions, and how to take responsibility for their injuries when walking on the earth.

After that, the sage disappeared into thin air and became a member of ancient mythology, even gradually becoming a kind of "primordial god" in this human civilization.

The angels were inspired by this tribal myth. After unifying the tribe, they replicated the path of the sage, unifying the written language and records, unifying the mythology, and healing everyone.

After figuring out all the myths in this world, Xue Dinglu slowly closed his eyes.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, all his previous doubts had faded away, and he revealed a calm and gentle smile.

“I understand,” Xue Dinglu said.

He already understood the path ahead, and now all he needed to do was proceed according to the established plan.

……

Soon, large numbers of tribesmen began to arrive here.

However, these people, who were originally savage and rude, now resembled pilgrims. They draped animal skins over their shoulders, performed an ancient ritual every three steps, and then repeated the action.

It also seems like they are praying for the patients inside.

Xue Dinglu calmly looked at the patients who had suffered injuries of varying degrees. Most of these people were planning to go to the wilderness after their food supplies ran out, and then meet the people who were destined to die there.

Every tribe here is actually a descendant of the Wild Hunt Legion, but after thousands of years, they only remember the name of their ancestral legion and the glory and bravery of their ancestors.

But now, the glory of their ancestors is gone, and they are left to live like ordinary tribespeople, relying solely on hunting for survival.

The cats that seem to live in symbiosis with them are actually descended from the Ice Tiger tribe of the Ice Plains. They established a deep friendship with the Ice Tiger during the tribal era, and subsequently developed together, depended on each other, and have lived together to this day.

Those cats are on average 0.7 to 1.2 meters tall, walk upright on two legs, and have arms similar to those of primates.

They were also responsible for hunting, trapping, gathering, and logistics, and were once among the best partners of the Wild Hunt.

In fact, based on their evolution, they will probably become the Fury Beastmen who are six or seven parts similar to humans in ten thousand years. After another tens of thousands of years of evolution, they will probably become something like beast-eared girls.

However, now that people can't even support themselves, the lives of these cats have gradually declined. Many of them even want to return to the ice fields and continue living a primitive life, but this has been suppressed.

Even if they abandon the ancient oath and return to the ice fields, they will still have to rely on fishing and hunting to survive, and their fishing and hunting may become even more difficult after losing human help.

Furthermore, after trying a more civilized way of life, it would be difficult for many people to adapt to returning to their old, Warcraft-like lifestyle.

But if things continue like this, this group of Ice Tigers, who are gradually becoming cat-like, may completely part ways with humans and break away to form a unique subhuman tribe. But today, they seem to see a brand new future here.

A human has come here, clad in a white robe covered in thorns, and he will heal all wounds and illnesses.

Whether it's the pain of a severed limb, a fatal disease, or even mental anguish and torment, a gentle touch of that finger on the forehead can heal all suffering.

Another little girl put on the same white coat and became an assistant, busy with various tasks and making arrangements for the recovery and adaptation of the wounded.

This oldest form of cooperation between "doctor" and "nurse" seems to be playing out in this tribe.

When many of the injured people and cats recovered and embraced their families in tears, all the tribesmen erupted in a grand cheer.

People who were supposed to be sent to the ice fields to fend for themselves have been rescued. Even though this winter is still very difficult, their eyes no longer hold the numbness and desolation of the ice fields, but rather hope.

Lan Lin'er was deeply moved as she watched the older generation of soldiers pick up their old axes again, and an old cat, along with his wife and a dozen kittens, embraced and wept.

Despite the harsh environment and the lack of life and enjoyment found at the Divine Capital Magic Academy, she smiled as she witnessed this scene.

She seemed to have seen the true meaning of civilization, no longer just the hellish birthing factories she had witnessed, the nightmare of treating humans like pigs. This was the real humanity.

She felt an indescribable sense of peace, a peace that even surpassed the harsh winter of the northern border and the lifeless Deadpool farms she had once seen in the countryside.

The joy of helping others and receiving treats, precious stones, and all sorts of thanks and praise from the cats is more fulfilling than any other happiness I've ever experienced.

They do not need to give birth to survive. They rely on their own hands to survive even when all the farmland is firmly in the hands of the gods and nobles, and they remember the glory and oath of ancient times and have persisted to this day.

That seemed to be what true civilization looked like.

So, Father, are you an evil god?

She looked up at the sky as if trying to see the high and mighty god-king.

"Father, what have you done!" she said slowly.

……

“We’re leaving here,” Xue Dinglu said directly.

"Are you leaving so soon?" Lan Lin'er asked Xue Dinglu, who was writing his travelogue.

On the northern border, she learned that Xue Lude might be the "reincarnation" of a god from some ancient mythology, or perhaps he had received some kind of inheritance, but none of that mattered.

She looked at Rosmar, a northern city where all the tribes had stopped fighting and instead gathered together for a bonfire party. They seemed to have rediscovered the glory and cooperation of their ancestors' Wild Hunt legions.

They lit a large bonfire here, and the tribal war dance began to be performed around the bonfire. The cats brought out pieces of roasted meat and fish one by one, and everyone was happy and cheering.

"We need to get to the western desert border before dawn, and besides, we've already done what we needed to do here."

Unnoticed by anyone, the carriage slowly drove away from the northern border of Rosmar.

They didn't even bring the children they initially hired.

Lan Lin'er was very tired. She had only rested for a short while in the carriage on the way here. She had also spent a lot of energy and strength helping Xue Dinglu cure patients all day. She had originally planned to sleep in the carriage.

But when the wind blew the curtains, she was shocked to see countless figures following behind the car.

Those were the tribespeople from the northern border. They should have been enjoying a campfire, food, and wine, but instead, they were behind the wagon. Through the dimming light of the setting sun, she saw many familiar faces and some cats pulling a cart.

At a glance, there were nearly a hundred humans and cats. They did not disturb Xue's progress, nor did they light torches, but silently followed behind the carriage.

They didn't know what lay ahead or where they were going, but they firmly believed in their hearts that it was the direction of the future.

For some reason, Lan Lin'er suddenly felt an urge to cry. She looked at Xue Dinglu, whose white robe was now stained with faint blood, and then looked up at the sky.

This is an experience she will never forget.

(End of this chapter)