"You..." Ning Chengyu wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, what this hunter said seemed to make sense?
After thinking for a while, Ning Chengyu changed his perspective: "Then why do you do such a thing? Give the rewards you received to others?"
At this point, Ning Chengyu suddenly realized: "Are you afraid that we will hold grudges and retaliate? Don't worry, they can't beat you. Although I have some background, since we lose, we lose, and I won't do anything to you behind your back!"
Zhang Lang shook his head: "I'm not afraid. The thing I fear most in this world has already happened."
"Then why?" Ning Chengyu had sincere confusion in his eyes.
Zhang Lang looked at Ning Chengyu, then at the others, and said slowly: "For the future of the Shen clan..."
"The... future of the Shen clan?" Not only Ning Chengyu, but also everyone else's expressions became strange.
As profit-seeking reincarnationists, they did not expect to hear such a high-level answer from a strong man who had defeated the hero.
As if he had expected that his answer would get such a reaction, Zhang Lang sighed and explained:
"I'm strong."
Everyone nodded. No one dared to object to this point...
"But I'm not strong enough!"
Everyone was stunned, and Kang Hai, who was in the front, waved his hand: "You're being humble, you're being humble..."
Zhang Lang shook his head: "At least for now, I am indeed not strong enough. I am not strong enough to help the Shen tribe win the plane war on my own. That war involves twelve planes and hundreds of thousands of reincarnators. To win the war, we will not rely on the strength of one or two people, but the rise of the entire race!"
"By taking these rewards alone, I can only make a strong person who already exists stronger; but by giving these back to you, it is possible for the Shen clan to have dozens more powerful heroes in the future!"
Zhang Lang's words silenced the reincarnators. As top-notch players among the sacrifices, they also had some knowledge of the plane war that only heroes could participate in. In the main world and the many parallel worlds controlled by the Shen clan, humans are the only intelligent creatures and the leader of all spirits. But on the plane battlefield, the Shen clan is only one of the weakest and the lowest five among the twelve major races...
Indeed, as primates, the Shen tribe has no hard scales, no sharp claws, no sensitive senses, and no deadly toxins. Even the efficiency of muscle growth is at the weakest level. Compared with those monster-like alien races, there is really no advantage.
Many of the sacrifices who had just heard this information sneered at this so-called racial advantage.
How did human beings become the spirit of all things? Is it IQ? What age are you in, and you still show off your physical strength as a talent? Besides, everyone is a superman strengthened by the altar. How effective will the weak racial advantage in the early stage be in the later stage? When I become a hero, I will beat those aliens to pieces!
Many Shen tribe sacrifices entered the plane battlefield with this idea in mind, and then were severely taught how to behave by the cruel reality.
Here, everyone is an intelligent race. The intelligence of each race is no worse than that of the Shen tribe. But they also have sharp teeth and developed muscles. What does the Shen tribe have? In contrast, endurance is indeed the advantage of the Shen tribe, but in a lightning battle, this advantage can hardly be used.
Moreover, the real role of these racial advantages, which are looked down upon by Shen novices, is not just in battles on the battlefield!
Just imagine, entering the altar for the first time, facing an unknown world full of monsters, a human with no strength to restrain a chicken, and a three-meter-tall bull head with tendon meat, thick and long hair all over the body, and a pair of sharp horns. Which one is easier to survive and get more points?
The natural advantages can make those powerful races go more smoothly in the early stage of the mission and obtain high scores more easily. Once or twice may not matter, but accumulated, it will be a huge score gap.
In the altar of the Shen clan, if you can complete ten tasks, you will get ten rewards. Those who receive sacrifices for hero promotion tasks will be considered geniuses. But as everyone knows, among some powerful races, this is just a basic operation. Even if you have to complete more than ten missions to advance, you will be considered a waste.
High survival rates and high scores have created many heroes, and naturally there are more masters among them. When fighting against such a race, what chance do the Shen tribe and humans have to win?
As time goes by, many heroes have no expectations for this war, and only hope to survive in it and save their lives. Some sacrifices were also affected by them and lost hope for the future.
Altar No. 241 has many such reincarnations. It can even be said that these people are vaguely afraid of promotion and stepping into that terrible battlefield.
But now, Zhang Lang uses his actions to tell them that the Shen tribe can also produce masters, and not just one or two. He wants to cultivate more strong men for this race!
"Today it is the Zi clan, and tomorrow it may be the Hai clan, the Wu clan, the Xu clan, or even the Yin clan, the Chou clan, and the Chen clan!" Zhang Lang's words were calm and powerful: "We will defeat many enemies in the future. If they are not strong enough, How can we have enough heroes? You are willing to protect Master Ning, not just for money, right?"
"The Shen clan needs heroes!"
The reincarnations looked at each other. After a few seconds, Kang Hai suddenly raised his hand: "Since the Shen tribe needs me so much, then I will contribute to the race!"
With that said, the guy picked up the gloves he lost and called to the businessmen in the team: "Hurry up and make a deal with me!"
"Hey, you shameless bastard! The young master hasn't spoken yet!"
"In front of Brother Hunter, pay attention to your quality!"
"That's right, you're not afraid of him destroying you!"
With Kang Hai starting to speak, the originally somewhat solemn atmosphere became lively again. Zhang Lang also put away his serious aura and looked at Ning Chengyu:
"Are you willing to take on the responsibility of your race?"
Ning Chengyu looked at Zhang Lang, then at the businessman who had raised the sword for a long time, and finally nodded and took the long sword that belonged to him.
Looking at his beloved knife back in his hand, Ning Chengyu's eyes lit up, as if stroking his lover's neck, stroking the fine sheath.
Having had enough of being rare, the proud young master looked up at Zhang Lang and suddenly bowed to him.
"Thank you!"
This thank you is completely sincere, without any hint of sarcasm or perfunctoryness!
Ning Chengyu almost forgot how long it had been since he had thanked someone so sincerely.
Zhang Lang raised his hand to help Young Master Ning: "I don't need your bow. I really want to thank me. Bring me something practical!"
