After Lin Zhan saw that the arrangements were almost done, he walked to the side and took out some jerky and fine wine to eat.
Shang Jiawei and the five Iron brothers also sat around Lin Zhan.
"Zhan'er, what are your plans after fighting the lizardmen?" Shang Jiawei picked up a jar of fine wine and said as he drank.
Lin Zhan thought for a moment without a sound and said, "Ancestor, I actually want to continue fighting. I plan to open a new battlefield through the American Special Zone and attack the Necromancer clan among the undead races."
"Our family's Old Ancestor Wu Ding has been guarding there for quite some time. In fact, now is the best opportunity to attack them. Taking down the Necromancer clan means gaining countless cannon fodder legions."
"Otherwise, when I have my final battle with Rommel, the Necromancers summoning large numbers of skeleton soldiers will also give me a lot of headaches. But attacking the Necromancer clan now is too difficult, and the pressure from the ten thousand races is also too great."
The young Taoist, with his mouth full of jerky, said indistinctly, "The undead race will definitely protect the Necromancer clan to the death. Last time, even with the best excuse my elder brother found, he could only trick and kill those emperors of the Necromancer clan. If we start a war now, it will definitely trigger the war between us and the ten thousand races prematurely."
Shang Jiawei smiled and looked at the young Taoist, saying, "This little fatty understands things quite clearly." He then turned to Lin Zhan and said, "Zhan'er, let's not bother with the Necromancers for now. Let that kid Wu Ding guard there. Your main task now is to prepare for the final battle and to restore the luck of the human race."
"Let me tell you the truth, our Huaxia is not as simple as you see it, but similarly, the ten thousand races are not as simple as you think. The battle you and Rommel are having now is just a minor skirmish. The real war will only happen when our foundation is tested after our luck is fully restored."
Lin Zhan narrowed his eyes as he listened to Shang Jiawei finish speaking, and then fell into deep thought.
Seeing Lin Zhan's expression, Shang Jiawei spoke again, "Actually, Zhan'er, you should have guessed long ago that Huaxia still has a very strong hidden strength. To say nothing else, just look at the heroic spirit legions of each Grand General King. The minimum standard for each soldier in these heroic spirit legions is Platinum grade."
"And how many troops do our several major ancient clans control? Our Great Shang alone has five million Xuanbird troops, plus two armies you don't know about, one is in Shang Tang's hands, and the other is in my great-grandfather's hands."
"These three legions alone are enough for you to win this war of ten thousand races. Moreover, Great Shang was preceded by Great Xia, and before Great Xia, there were the three ancient tribes. If an army composed entirely of Kings were to appear one day, you shouldn't be too surprised."
Shang Jiawei's words not only startled Lin Zhan, but even the young Taoist beside him looked surprised, forgetting to gnaw on the chicken leg in his hand.
"Ancestor, if Huaxia has such strong hidden strength, what about the ten thousand races? Are they the same?"
Shang Jiawei shook his head and said to Lin Zhan, "Actually, 'ten thousand races' is just a general term. Our human race is also one of the ten thousand races. The true top ten races among the ten thousand races do not even acknowledge themselves as part of the ten thousand races."
Seeing the curious eyes of Lin Zhan and the young Taoist, Shang Jiawei continued, "The top ten races among the ten thousand races are: the God race, the Demon race, the Immortal race, the Human race, the Dragon race, the Sacred Beast race, the Monster race, the Elf race, the Primordial Spirit race, and the Undead race."
"Among them, our Human race, Immortal race, Dragon race, Sacred Beast race, and Elf race are allies. The Monster race is already fragmented. The Qing Qiu Fox clan behind Zixin's little wife, Daji, is a branch of the Monster race, and has always lived under the protection of the Human race. Other monster races have also pledged allegiance to various forces."
"The God race, Demon race, and Undead race form an alliance. And this Demon race is not the insignificant rabble you've encountered. These demons truly have figures of ancestor level presiding over them."
"The Primordial Spirit race is a completely neutral race, but neither the Human-Immortal alliance nor the God-Demon alliance dares to provoke them. This is because many among the Primordial Spirit race are true spirits and sacred spirits from the same era as the Human Ancestor. If those old monsters, who have lived for countless millennia, are provoked, they will not give face to anyone."
Lin Zhan listened to Shang Jiawei's explanation and silently calculated in his heart, "Ancestor, if that's the case, then our human side is quite numerous. Why then are the smaller races among the ten thousand races still enemies with the human race?"
"Alas, that's a long story." Shang Jiawei sighed and said, "This has to start from the ancestors of the Primordial Era."
Sensing Lin Zhan's astonished gaze, Shang Jiawei reaffirmed, "Don't look at me like that, this matter indeed has to start from the Primordial Era, not the ancient era."
"In the Primordial Era, the entire universe was a vast wilderness. All the races lived on this land. Among the human race, there was a most magnificent clan - the Pangu clan. The Pangu tribesmen were thousands of feet tall and very large. Seeing other humans being hunted by exotic beasts and myriad races, they began to seek various cultivation methods and passed them on to humanity."
"One of these methods was called the Heaven Suppressing Dharma Image. Once successfully cultivated, one would also transform into a thousand-foot-tall being like the Pangu tribesmen. With larger bodies, naturally, more food was needed. Thus, our ancestors ate every race that used to hunt humans."
"We ate more of the delicious ones, and left the not-so-delicious ones as slaves. For instance, the demon race and beast race, though not tasty, had good physiques. Keeping them as slaves was a very good choice."
"But after eating our fill, we had to think about partners, right? Ordinary human women simply could not combine with these ancestors to reproduce. Thus, these ancestors turned their attention to the God race, Demon race, and Immortal race, all of whom also possessed the ability to manifest Dharma Images."
"The Immortal race was relatively peaceful and had always been close to the human race. Thus, our ancestors and the Immortal race began to fall in love freely. Even in the ancient era, there were ancestors who married into the Immortal race. The wife of Ancestor Hou Yi was an immortal maiden from the Immortal race."
"However, the God race and the Demon race were not as accommodating as the Immortal race. After all, they used to capture humans as sacrifices. Now that humanity had become powerful, coupled with past grievances, our ancestors did not indulge these two races. If they didn't agree, it was simple, they used force. Thus, the hatred deepened with each passing incident."
Shang Jiawei finished speaking and quickly took a large gulp of wine, his mouth dry from talking so much.
As for Young Master Lin, he was completely stunned, his entire worldview collapsing. So, the war of the ten thousand races was triggered by a fight over wives. And he, fighting for his life now, was essentially cleaning up the mess for these old ancestors.