You do realize they would be very, very different.
Even If physically identical.
The unintelligent, savage warriors.
The intelligent, savage weaklings.
The unintelligent, civilized weaklings.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather