The Benlei tribe fell!
It fell extremely quickly!
On the day the news of Shadu's death broke out, the entire tribe was emptied of people, and all the core members were evacuated.
In such a large tribe, only a small number of ordinary tribesmen who did not know the truth were left at night. They became scapegoats and were divided among the tribes who came in anger. They used themselves as slaves to atone for their previous arrogance.
As for supplies.
Naturally, all the precious food resources were taken away, not even a single cent of rations was left for the remaining people.
And most of those that could be left behind during the evacuation were worthless items.
If you calculate carefully, if you bear the daily food of these slaves, the tribes will even suffer a lot.
"Fuck, if you still can't make any contribution after the deep winter, I will sell you to the slave transport team to pay off the debt!"
The leader of the Dilong tribe said fiercely, scared. All the new slaves quickly lowered their heads.
After being divided among the tribes, although they were nominal slaves, their lives were not much different from ordinary residents. Over time, they could even integrate into the tribe and become official residents.
However, if sold to the slave transport team, they would be real slaves.
Where you will be taken and what you will do depends entirely on God’s will. You may have to go to the radiation zone to perform a mission.
When the clan leaders of other tribes saw this, they also threatened them in a formal way.
It was the Fire Fist tribe's turn. Because Sumo was seriously injured, it was Huang Xiangyu who divided up the slaves on his behalf.
And considering that Shado was killed by Thomas, the Fire Fist tribe was assigned the largest population at the moment.
A total of thirty-five people.
Taking into account the original population of the Fire Fist tribe, it is only a single digit away from the size of a hundred people.
"Captain Huang, we need to keep in touch more in the future!"
"Captain Huang, if you need anything next time, just say it directly. We don't want to engage in arrogance among our tribes. Brain.”
"Yes, yes, it's a pity that Chief Su didn't come today. I'll visit you in person another day."
"As long as we can survive the deep winter, life in the coming year will definitely be better than last year!"
“.”
In the past, if Huang Xiangyu appeared on such an occasion, he would not cooperate with the clan leaders at all.
However, now, the chiefs of the six tribes were surrounding him almost the whole time, one after another, Captain Huang.
In response, Huang Xiangyu smiled and nodded.
He knew very well that these people did not respect him, nor did they have any interests in him to covet.
The current status depends entirely on Priest Thomas and Chief Soma!
"Patriarch, priest, I will not betray this trust, and I will become stronger!"
After taking a look at the anxious slaves, Huang Xiangyu secretly made a decision in his heart.
Time flies.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The death of Shadu and the defeat of the Benlei tribe restored the usual tranquility in Crack No. 37.
During this period, the forces in the dark seemed to have determined that Shado died at the hands of a foreign priest.
Sumo arranged for manpower to set up a lot of warnings around the Fire Fist tribe, but in the end he was unable to use them.
"It seems that what I did was right. At least I gained some valuable development time."
Sitting cross-legged in the empty patriarch's shed, the oil lamp on the table illuminated Somo's eyes.
In front of him were two simple and thick parchment books.
One of them comes from the Bingyun Tribe and is called "Oracle Records". It records many situations in which mortals received oracles, as well as the contents of rewards whose authenticity is uncertain.
The other book comes from the Benlei tribe and is called "Priest Ritual Ceremony". It records in detail more than ten different rituals, each with its own characteristics.
In half a month, while recovering from his illness, Sumo had engraved all the contents of the two books in his heart.
Now, except that he has no magical talent, his professional abilities are no less than those of ordinary tribal priests.
But it is precisely this that highlights the importance of magical talent.
After all, no matter how much you know, without talent, you are still just an ordinary mortal.
You must obtain talents according to regulations before you can truly break away from the mortal class and embark on the road to becoming stronger.
"If you want to obtain talents, according to the rules of this world, there are only two ways to choose."
"First, look for the elusive oracle, which is the task that triggers the game. As long as you can complete some For special tasks, you will receive game rewards and talents. This is how the original priests were born.
It is a pity that there are very few oracles that have not been completed, and even more are left after filtering the magical talents. No less than a few. If the people in the design world are sure that I will choose this method, there is probably a big hole in it!"
Many thoughts flashed through Sumo's mind.
If we go back three to five years, it is not that difficult to find the unknown oracle and complete this path.
According to the records in "Oracle Records", many ordinary mortals just went out for a walk and accidentally triggered certain special oracles, and easily obtained the magical talents rewarded by the game.
However, to this day, this type of oracle has been tried and completed by countless people.
According to the records, the number of times the oracle has been completed has long been exhausted.
Even if you copy the behavior of those people one to one, you will never get the reward of ‘God’.
Trying to find a new oracle?
Sumo just thought about it for a moment and then rejected this dangerous idea.
After seeing the ability of the priest and the status of ordinary mortals, he now even thinks that it is no small miracle that he was able to hike to the Fire Fist tribe for four consecutive days in the first place!
It is very likely that the game has been guiding us from behind, and we have avoided some dangerous areas.
Otherwise, you will inevitably have to fight hard when encountering those snow bandits who wander in the cracks and make a living by robbing.
In this way, there is only one way left to obtain talents.
Accumulate divine minerals and complete the talent ritual.
Thomas was not talking nonsense. Three kilograms of the sacred ore is indeed the safest number in the record.
Even people with no talent can still obtain rewards from ‘gods’ by relying on the power of rituals.
However, there are also many people in the records who are sure that their talents have exploded, and they have completed the talent ritual with only one kilogram.
There are also some gamblers who have completed the talent ritual with a smaller amount and escaped from the mortal body.
But in the final analysis, these records have limited reference significance and cannot be implemented as a practical plan.
Unable to judge his own talent, Sumo did not want to take the risk of wasting the divine ore he had finally collected.
So, three kilograms of divine mineral is a must!
“It’s really troublesome. Although Thomas’ promotion to the fourth-level priest is close at hand, even if he becomes the fourth-level priest, he still cannot achieve absolute strength crushing in Crack No. 37. All I can say is It's enough to protect yourself when facing large tribes."
"And if you rely on your strength to plunder other tribes, what's the difference between it and the Benlei tribe? If you are really hit by a passing priest in a low-numbered rift, All plans are over!”
Inevitably, Sumo once again felt how deep the thoughts of those who designed the world were.
In the small Zhushikeng tribe, Zhang Tai was able to marry his daughter to the Yunxiao tribe, forming a powerful alliance.
Those tribes with fourth-level priests and fifth-level priests will inevitably have strong support from outside the cracks.
Unless you have absolute crushing strength, taking action rashly will only make you passive.
“No, am I thinking too complicated?!”
With this in mind, Sumo reviewed all the information he had collected.
Close your eyes.
Countless information passed through my mind, organized into an airtight network.
This is a big net laid out by the designer, just to trap the fish like him in the net. And if you want to jump out of this net, there are only two holes left at the top for the exit.
"No, that's not the case. If we follow the other party's arrangement, how can we jump out of this net?"
Suddenly, Sumo realized the crux of the problem.
Since the alien race was able to design a world where magical arts were respected, they must have foreseen whether humans would be even more powerful than the alien race if they mastered magical arts.
If you follow the other party’s plan, you may become a ninth-level priest in the end, but it will still be of no use.
The foreign race must have a way to restrain human magic. This is the real conspiracy!
"Choosing the path of divine magic can solve the immediate difficulties, but it will not win the final battle of faith."
"The battle of faith."
"Faith!"
Suma suddenly opened his eyes and broke into a cold sweat.
In a world where divine magic is respected, people forget the true purpose of entering the world while pursuing virtual power.
Whether it's talent or magic, these are actually means of accumulating faith.
In the end, what all parties are competing for is faith, not the so-called magic, not a battle of skills!
Sumo stood up and opened the window.
Compared to half a month ago, the Fire Fist tribe is much larger now, and several new shacks have been built.
The assigned slaves were also very conscious. They rushed to work every day and dug back a lot of radiation mines.
Do these people have faith?
Probably not.
Not to mention them, perhaps even the priest Thomas still has not implemented the concept of ‘god’.
Their degree of belief should be the degree of firmness in their own beliefs.
Once faith collapses, faith also collapses!
And if you want to engage in a battle of faith, how can it be enough to just rely on this spontaneous belief?
“Fortunately, fortunately it’s not too late to realize this.”
Sumo let out a long sigh of relief.
He was extremely lucky that it was not too late to find a solution.
Wow!
It's late at night again.
A simple gray divine light fell from the sky, pouring on Thomas, leaving a rune mark.
Compared with the miracle of promotion from level two to level three, promotion from level three to level four seems much more commonplace.
Not only is there no special reward like ‘going to the mortal level’, but even the benefits of low-level divine spells have come to an end.
Thomas briefly tested it and found that the speed of the Fire Fist was slightly increased again, but the power was only increased by less than 20%.
Although looking at the surrounding tribes, it is already a being that can dominate everything, but if compared with the veteran fourth-level priests of the same level, it is definitely not enough!
There is no way.
In addition to divine magic, low-level priests sometimes need to fight hand-to-hand. There are often situations where priests are overturned in the hands of mortals.
But when it comes to high-level priests, the sources of their combat power have already become comprehensive.
Not only physical fitness is very important.
Powerful attack magic, special magic that can make the final decision, and unknown secret rituals.
These are the true heritage of the priest.
This is the fundamental reason why those low-numbered cracks can still suppress high-numbered cracks to this day.
“Chief, I have been promoted to the fourth level!”
Before dawn, Thomas stood in front of Somo’s shack wearing a long coat, waiting for Somo to Report as soon as you get up and open the door.
"Priest Thomas, actually you don't have to be like this. I believe you."
Before Somo finished speaking, he saw Thomas stubbornly shaking his head.
"Patriarch, there is no need to say this again in the future. Thomas can be where he is today thanks to the patriarch."
"If I forget my roots, wouldn't I deviate from my original intention of becoming a priest?" Heart? "
Thomas said it very seriously.
Just like these days, no matter what the occasion, he would always talk about Soma, the patriarch.
So much so that the new slaves are wondering why the priests of the Fire Fist Tribe respect a mortal patriarch so much, which is completely inconsistent with their understanding of the tribal structure.
"If you think so, I won't stop you, but I just happen to have something to tell you!"
Sumo smiled and nodded, motioning for Thomas to follow him into the room.
Compared with the past few days, there is a bit more bookish atmosphere in the patriarch's shack today.
One after another, heavy and simple books were piled in the corner, occupying nearly a quarter of the room.
But after entering the house, Thomas' attention was not on these books, but on the "ornaments" on the large work table.
"Clan leader, what is this?"
Thomas narrowed his eyes slightly. Figurine ornaments are not common in the wasteland, especially this ornament looks unusual.
And using his magical talent, he could vaguely sense that this ornament contained a special power.
Although it is weak, it is inextricably linked to divine magic.
“This is a reward from God!”
Sumo said loudly without blushing or heartbeat.
“Same as the magic that was given to you before, this is a reward given to our Fire Fist tribe by the ‘Big Rock’ God!”
“What?”
Thomas was shocked, a look of astonishment flashed across his face.
“I said, this is the reward given to our Fire Fist tribe by the ‘Big Rock’ God!”
Sumo repeated it again.
Although he had guessed that it would be difficult to implement a named god, Thomas' reaction exceeded his previous expectations.
“The Stone God?”
Thomas swallowed and his expression suddenly became nervous.
There are 112 radiation cracks. Except for the gods that the snow bandits believe in have names and surnames, the beliefs of other tribes are just unified 'gods'.
This ‘god’ has no name, no surname, no roots, no bottom, and no desires.
Many people once wanted to give him a name and build a shrine, but in the end they all ended up with the same result.
Belief collapsed and talent disappeared.
The tribe was in civil strife, and everything disappeared in the long river of history.
"Chief, you...have you been deceived by the snow bandit?"
Cold sweat dripped from Thomas's forehead. He glanced cautiously at the man standing in front of the table. Soma.
I was worried that speaking so bluntly would hurt Somo's self-esteem, and I was also worried that I had not warned him in place and the Fire Fist tribe would be deceived by the snow bandits.
Once you believe in these wild gods, you will insult the true God and be punished by the gods
The great development situation of the Fire Fist Tribe may completely collapse in an instant.
And even he, a fourth-level priest, will lose his talent in an instant and become a mortal.
(End of this chapter)