He raised the Apostle Agus staff in his hand and waved it lightly. The originally bright room fell into darkness in a flash. Before the five archbishops were surprised, a blue ball emerged from the darkness, constantly rotating and emitting dark light, making the faces of the five archbishops around him look a little terrifying and ferocious.

"This is a scene I saw in the long river of time and space,"

Viron's voice rose from the darkness, and a moment later, a gloomy face appeared in front of the five people, and he spoke slowly, "This blue planet, called the earth, lives here with a group of magical lives."

As Viron's words sounded, the blue ball suddenly magnified, and then the perspective continued to extend inward quickly. When the person was dizzy, he suddenly stopped. What appeared in front of everyone again was a group of monkeys constantly playing and playing.

"As you see now, what I want to say is the legendary story about them."

"Monkey?" Archbishop Osar couldn't help but sneer, feeling the eyes of others moving, and he explained with a wry smile: "I'm not disrespectful to Lord Prophet, but this is the first time I've seen the legend that started with monkeys!"

The others silently withdrew their gazes. Although they did not express their agreement, they thought so. The Draenei people's horizons were quite broad. Of course, this was all thanks to the pursuit of the Burning Legion. They had basically seen all kinds of civilizations in the starry sky, and even if they had not seen them with their own eyes, they had definitely heard of them.

And I have never heard of any extraordinary things about monkeys. Now that the Prophet has done this, it is obvious that they want to learn something from it.

But what can you learn from monkeys? Catch fleas? If it weren't for Viron's personal demonstration, the five archbishops who thought this was a humiliation might have been overturned the table and left.

Ignoring Osar's disrespect, Viron continued: "As time passed, these monkeys living in the trees gradually evolved, and their lifestyles changed dramatically. Simply put, part of them left the ethnic group and came to the ground to become a new species, referred to as Primitive Man."

The images in the picture changed rapidly with Viron's explanation. The million-year time transformation was completed in just a few seconds. What appeared again was a group of upright creatures with naked upper bodies and casually covered with unknown animal skins. Judging from their faces, it was obvious that they could feel that they were completely different from those of the ancestors millions of years ago.

"The original civilization was born, for food and to resist vicious predators, and they gathered together to divide the labor and cooperate, and the powerful part went out to hunt, while the weak part protected their offspring and their homes."

The picture turned again, and the figure that appeared inside this time was different from before. One of them was seen walking carefully in the jungle with wooden spears and stone axes made of stone. Suddenly, a white-headed tiger with hanging eyes rushed out of the darkness, took away one of the poor worms, leaving a group of people with a look of horror and trembling expression.

After carefully examining the hunting methods of primitive humans, Archbishop Neri shook his head: "Poor creatures, their weak bodies hinder their survival, and those simple weapons cannot provide greater help. This creature should be difficult to survive. Their lives should be similar to those short-lived species we have seen, and even survive for a shorter time!"

Weilun couldn't help but look at Nali, and his memory of the other party deepened a little further. But after that, as the leader of the ranger, if Nali couldn't see it at a glance, then Weilun had to consider a very realistic issue: this guy can become an archbishop, and there will definitely be an unspeakable PY transaction.

The control staff image turned again. This time the humans in the picture had a pair of rough fur. With the blessing of this magical magic, the five archbishops could clearly see the original metal weapons they were holding. What surprised the five people even more was that the humans in the picture were no longer facing those vicious and powerful creatures, but became their kind!

"After continuous development, they slowly established their own gathering places and called tribes. Each tribe has its own sphere of influence, and as more and more people join the same kind, their strength is constantly getting stronger. However, this world is not so safe and the food is not as abundant as imagined. In the end, their enemies changed from beasts before to similar people who are exactly the same as them. In order to survive, they raised weapons to their kind!"

"They are destroying themselves!" Archbishop Osar stood up from his seat angrily and roared, as if he realized that his attitude was inappropriate at this moment. He quickly pointed to the picture and said, "Look, what a stupid creature, they actually raised weapons to their compatriots. This ugly behavior is rare in the entire history of the Star Sea! I bet that this group of pathetic species must not survive for a long time, and they will definitely die in the long river of history."

"Osal, you're so excited!"

Maradal scolded with a serious expression: "In front of the Prophet, you are too presumptuous at this moment!"

Velen waved his hand and stopped Maradal from continuing. Looking at Osar with an ugly face, he chuckled and shook his head and said, "It's okay Maradal, this is an extreme manifestation of Archbishop Osar's extreme disgust for this behavior, I can understand. However, I don't want this kind of thing to happen again!"

The five archbishops were shocked. They had never expected that Weilun would say such words, which was completely different from the kind face that Weilun had always shown in their hearts. They couldn't help but make a trace of yin in their hearts, and secretly hid it in their hearts.

Ignoring the fluctuations in the hearts of the five archbishops at this moment, Viron pointed to the picture and said: "In the early stage of this stage, these lives killed all their enemies in the hope of occupying more territory and food. However, with the continuous development and the abundant food, they gradually discovered that enslaving the defeated people could create more food and wealth. Gradually, the behavior of massacre of the same kind was stopped and turned into slaves.

For this period, I call it the slave age!”

The picture then changed again, and this time the human clothes in the picture became more complex and their personnel became more dense. Archbishop Maradal, who saw this scene, unconsciously condensed his eyes. He pointed at the picture, and a group of people kept making strange movements at the mountains and asked, "What are they doing?"

“Primitive worship.”

Weilun explained: "These lives are curious about their birth and are afraid of things they do not understand, so the gods become born! There are thunder gods, rain gods, and wind gods, and they have their own wind gods. They have all the mountains, rivers and all things as gods."

"What about this?" Akama, who was equally curious, pointed to the leading human in the picture and asked, "Why is this guy so far away from others? Is he a priest?"

Weilun shook his head: "No, he is not a priest. Strictly speaking, he is the ruler of this group of lives!"

"ruler?"

"Yes!" Weilun magnified the man in the picture: "This man is respected as the emperor and is the supreme ruler of this era! During this period, the constantly fighting tribes slowly merged together, and the final winner called his tribe a country, and the emperor was the supreme leader of their country!"

"Because the establishment of the state brings peace and stability, any innocent act of harming other similar types will be punished by the state. It is this legal establishment that makes these lives feel safe and secured by their personal wealth. Gradually, they began to have the need to create something that can change their lives.

For this period, I call it the feudal period.”

"And the following are the things we need to focus on observing!"

The five archbishops who heard the serious attitude in Velon's words subconsciously sat upright and raised their spirits, looking at the image solemnly. Seeing this scene, Velon nodded with satisfaction, and then waved the staff in his hand again.

But this time the picture seemed a bit strange: in the dim environment, the densely packed humans, holding black sticks in their hands, kept moving forward with long black sticks; around them, thick and large iron lumps gushed with black smoke, and roaring forward with a harsh roar; before the five archbishops could see clearly, a dark cloud suddenly flew through the sky, and after careful identification, they realized that they were strange big birds made of steel.

What does this mean? The five archbishops were confused. Before they could ask, the picture immediately changed. A force similar to before, with only different clothes appeared. Then the explosion of bombs, the sound of firearms, and the screams of soldiers rushed out.

"No, this is impossible!"

The Archbishop Hatalu, who had originally traveled outside the sky, jumped up from his seat like his butt was on fire. Regardless of the strange gazes of others, he stared at the picture with bright eyes and kept muttering to himself: "This, this is impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?"

Weilun asked with a little interest: "You have seen this scene in front of you. The facts are right in front of you. Why do you say it is impossible?"

"But this..."

Hatalu stammered and couldn't say anything. With a sweat all over his head, he flashed his inspiration and pointed to the tank in the picture and said, "How could they have this kind of technology?"

Feeling Viron's undeniable attitude, Hatalu, who became more and more certain of his guess, explained to others: "In the picture we saw before, this group of life technology was quite backward, and they rely on the most primitive water-cooling technology to forge steel; and in the current picture, they are driving such sophisticated and powerful magic war equipment, which means that their technological level has been developed for a long time.

At least, their engineering construction and alchemy techniques are no less than Argus! What they lack may be the profound foundation of magic knowledge and the level of exploration and understanding of the world!"

"How are they that powerful?"

Akama, who was not aware of the sensation, suddenly asked, "Why didn't I feel it? Look at the way they fight, they are not as brave as they were at the beginning, and I have never seen them use any powerful magic! So all this is only a little magical alchemy in their hands, and it does not explain other issues!"

Hatalu subconsciously rolled his eyes when he heard this. Akama's idiot whose head is full of muscles, of course he doesn't know the connectivity and universal representation of society to a certain extent. To put it bluntly, the alchemy items used by these creatures in the picture in front of him are so advanced and exquisite. Can their other technologies be less than that?

At most, it is just that the proportion of branches is different! Even Hatalu had a vague premonition in his heart. Since the war equipment they used to fight conventionally is so sophisticated, doesn’t that mean that what they are hidden, or that the things that have not yet been revealed are more advanced and more... dangerous?

Ignoring the extreme dissatisfaction and insisting on giving an explanation, Hatalu said respectfully to Viron: "Master Prophet, we have developed the alchemy items used by this creature in the picture, but the test results at that time were not very ideal."

"Oh?" Weilun, who had not expected to hear such a thrilling news, became interested. He quickly asked, "Hataru, tell me what happened at that time."

"It's Lord Prophet!"

Hatalu pointed to the semi-automatic rifle in the picture and said, "First of all, this kind of gunpowder gun. Although what we developed at that time was far less refined than what we saw in the picture, their principles were basically the same. They were all made by quickly releasing high temperature and high pressure, pushing the projectiles in the rifle out to create lethality!

However, the power of this weapon is really limited. Not to mention killing enemies from a long distance, just shooting at close range, the projectiles it fires will be resisted by the magic skin on the surface of our body. If it weren't for accidentally hitting the vital point, its power would be no different from being accidentally hit by a stone in the body!

Of course, if the magical fuselage gun is transformed with magic power, it is a different matter. It’s just that the cost is too high, and it’s far from what we can afford now!”

From Hatalu's description, Viron probably guessed the situation at that time, and then realized that the other party was not talking nonsense.

As for why this is the case, the reason is very simple. As early as when the gun was first developed, it was pitiful and could not kill people. It was ridiculed by countless people for being far inferior to bows and arrows. But on Earth a hundred decades later, the main weapon of soldiers was guns, so why were bows and arrows eliminated?

To put it bluntly, guns are simple and have room for development. Their power will be further enhanced with the growth of technology. On the contrary, what about bows and arrows? The materials and predictable power they make are basically destined, and they themselves require users to have strong physical fitness and a lot of time to train. It is precisely because of the comparison that bows and arrows can only leave the field in disgrace.

Thinking of this, Weilun sighed in his heart. The Draenei people, or the magic races in this world, have too strong innate capital. They have been loved by heaven and earth since they were born, and the powerful power they possess has given them more choices.
Chapter completed!