Divine magic is the key for priests to improve their own strength.
It does not limit level matching, that is, every priest can master divine arts at higher levels. In theory, a first-level priest can master nine-level divine arts.
However, in practice, priests are often limited by their talents and can only learn higher-level magic in advance.
For example, Level 1 Thomas can master Level 2 Fire Fist.
But it was very difficult for him to learn the third-level magic. Even if he forced himself to learn it, he could only use it once a day.
But now Thomas has been promoted to the fourth-level priest and can learn the fifth-level magic.
The Fire Fist Tribe was unable to provide it and could only let him continue to use the second-level magic to fight.
This caused a serious delay in combat power, making Thomas, a fourth-level priest, very wet.
“What is recorded above is an offensive magic!”
Thomas came closer, his voice of surprise could hardly be suppressed, “The fourth-level wind and sand technique, although it is not a single-target attack The magical technique may not even be as powerful as the fire fist technique against a single enemy, but it can cover about ten meters and cause continuous damage. It is definitely a weapon in tribal wars.”
Thomas' desire for advanced magic is no less than that of a person in the desert who is short of water.
Especially as one’s level gets higher, the desire for such advanced magic also increases.
But he also understands that divine magic is the key to a tribe's ability to gain a foothold.
Just like the Fire Fist tribe, it took root because the first generation priests acquired the Fire Fist technique.
The situation in Fissure No. 37 is currently stable. If you want to obtain new magical skills, there is almost no other way but to plunder other tribes.
However, who would have thought that such an important magical skill would be delivered all the way by a group of snow bandits!
And what was sent was not a low-level magic, its level reached level four, which happened to match Thomas' level.
"Great, with this magical technique, Priest Thomas' strength will definitely increase greatly."
Suma nodded with a smile.
In fact, it is not impossible to use survival points to forcibly create attack magic, but the cost performance is really too low, far less than the gain brought by experience magic.
And the most critical point is that no matter how many magical spells he creates now, he will eventually be unable to take them out for use.
This makes it even more difficult for Somo to spend money, especially since the cost of creating things out of thin air can easily reach hundreds or even thousands.
“What is this bag?”
Suma asked, pointing to the bag in Thomas’ other hand.
“It’s a divine mine!”
Thomas originally wanted to talk it out, but when the words came to his lips, he forcibly took them back.
He had known for a long time that Sumo wanted to obtain magical talents, but the Fire Fist tribe had never been able to provide divine minerals.
Unexpectedly, this time both people’s needs were met. The snowman really came to the right place!
“Show it to me quickly.”
Sumo looked happy.
It seems that this should be the 200g of divine ore rewarded by the Road to the Gods.
Unexpectedly, he was rewarded in this way, which saved him and Thomas from explaining the source.
However, when Thomas handed the bag over, Sumo suddenly felt something was wrong.
Two hundred grams, is it that heavy?
The feeling of getting started is at least one pound.
Not to say heavy, but definitely not the weight that two hundred grams should be.
Is the weight of the sacred mine different from the weight of other things?
The moment this idea came up, Sumo rejected it. If the weight measurement method was different, there would be no need to record it by weight, and other more unique units should be used.
Unlocking the bag, Somo looked at it by the light of the torch.
There are four fist-sized gray-white stones inside. They look ordinary on the outside and feel no different from the stones on the roadside.
"Is this a sacred mine? Why are there so many, it feels like it weighs a pound, and the color and shape seem a bit wrong?"
"Huh?"
Thomas was stunned. Somewhat confused.
There were three priests among the attacking snow bandits. The first one they encountered was a sneak attack on the strongest one.
When the other two priests reacted, another one was killed by Thomas.
The last one, fearing that the other party might have some back-ups, Thomas didn't dare to be careless and controlled all of them to kill him.
The process was indeed enjoyable, but it led to a very embarrassing situation.
Everyone who is qualified to use the divine mine is gone. The remaining ordinary people say that this thing is a divine mine, and he doesn’t know whether it is true or not.
After thinking about it, Thomas simply pulled out the snowman who had spoken before.
“I promise, I promise this is a divine mine!”
The three priests were all reduced to rubble within a few seconds, and all the survivors of the secret killing team were so frightened that they peed.
It is understandable that Rudolph and Hyde, the two first-level priests, cannot defeat the second-level priests of the Fire Fist tribe.
But Duan Tianrong is a third-level high priest. Looking at the entire No. 37 Crack, he is not an unknown person.
Why was he instantly killed by the second-level priest?
"How do you prove it?" Thomas asked.
This time the snow bandit who was stopped was confused.
As an ordinary person, he is not qualified to know how to prove the divine mine.
Fortunately, Sumo remembered in time, whether it is true or false, isn't there a system that can identify it?
Green light shoots out, bringing back a simple data panel.
[First-class divine ore (inferior quality)]
[Description]: Ore containing special energy. The energy in the ore can be utilized through special methods.
[Weight]: 609g
[Note]: It is a special product and can only be used in the current environment. It will fail when taken out.
“It’s really a magical mine!”
Sumo was completely shocked.
Six hundred grams of divine ore has already met one-fifth of the requirements for the talent ritual.
Wasn’t it agreed upon to be two hundred grams? Why has the reward tripled? Is it because three priests came?
Su Mo thought for a while, but without any clue, he simply ordered Huang Xiangyu to take the captives back to the tribe and let Thomas conduct strict interrogation.
From these snow bandits, no matter how hard it is, you can still get some useful information.
He plans to go back to Spirit Island to have a look. If the snow bandit search and mission rewards are separated, it would make sense.
Lying on the bed and entering the Island of the Spirits.
For the first time, Soma walked towards the stone tablet to check the completion status of the road to the gods.
Something unexpected happened.
“The mission was not completed?”
“How is this possible?”
The stone tablet shows that the first task of the road to the gods, ‘Departure’, is still in progress.
And the timer in the upper right corner of the field of view
"Holy shit, how come this timer is still changing? Wasn't it already reset to zero before?"
The timer reset to zero, As Somo touched the stone tablet, it slowly changed from 0.00.00 to 3.27.20.
What’s going on with the extra three hours?
And Sumo soon discovered that as long as he touched the stone tablet once, the timer in his field of vision would be reset.
Every time, I am stuck at the time of 3.27.20, no more, no less.
“Could it be that the wave of snow bandits that the tribe fought back were not the same group as the snow bandits from the Path of Gods?”
Sumo was stunned and had a bold idea in his mind.
Soon, this idea was verified by Thomas, and a key piece of information was interrogated from the remaining snow bandits.
"We received a 'kill' order, and the target was me, but the information they received only stated that I was a second-level priest, so the priest sent was only a third-level priest."
Kill order?
The target is Thomas?
The sudden change made Thomas initially think that he had heard wrongly.
How could he, an ordinary priest of a micro-tribe, be able to attract such attention from the snow bandits?
"It seems that this is the problem."
Destroying orders turned into killing orders.
The mission of the Road to the Gods has not been completed. Obtained obviously excessive rewards from the snow bandits.
Three changes made Sumo instantly understand the situation in front of him.
If he guessed correctly, the group of snow bandits who hadn't appeared yet should have taken the 'destruction' order.
But by accident, the Fire Fist tribe prepared in advance, but happened to intercept the snow bandit who had received the "kill" order.
What happened in the middle?
Sumo couldn’t guess it, but one thing is clear: there is still a group of snowbandits on the loose!
And this group of snow bandits is the mission goal of completing the road to the gods.
"If every time you touch the stone tablet, you will check the other party's position and then give the time of arrival at the tribe."
"The time does not change, which means that the other party's position has not changed."
"With a three-hour journey, they are not too far away from the Fire Fist Tribe. They must be nearby!"
Understanding this, Sumo still did not intend to take the initiative.
The income of 600 grams from the sacred mine is already much higher than expected. Even if there are 200 grams more, it will not be able to support the operation of the talent ritual.
And having the stone tablet to query the location is equivalent to gaining a huge advantage.
Whether the opponent is advancing or retreating, he can control it with one hand.
The only trouble is that Soma needs to enter the Spirit Island from time to time to touch the stone tablet and check it.
But compared to taking the initiative in the weather of minus 40 degrees, what is this trouble?
“Ahead, there seems to be a camp ahead!”
"It can't be the secret killing team's camp, right?"
"Great, we finally caught up with them!"
A series of exclamations sounded.
Deren, who had been traveling hard for three days, raised his head, and a glimmer of light finally flashed in his tired eyes.
Even a body made of iron cannot withstand the impact of the low temperature of minus 40 degrees Celsius.
They have created quite a miracle by being able to keep going until now.
“Quick, go and have a look.”
It’s like looking at plum blossoms to quench your thirst.
At this moment, a force surged out of the six people's bodies, prompting them to trot into the camp.
Judging from the number of tents, this should be a team of more than ten people.
But.
“Why is there no one?”
Delen frowned, and he immediately discovered that the bonfire in the camp had not been extinguished.
Depending on the burning conditions, it can last for at least three to five hours.
“They just left before we came, right?”
"Go and look inside the tent."
Deren ordered, and the five team members carefully opened the tent and measured the temperature with their hands.
There is still a trace of residual warmth, which means that the owners of the camp must not have been away for too long.
At the same time, they also saw a silvery dagger mark on the inner wall of the main tent.
Exactly the symbol of the Secret Kill Team!
"Damn, it's been three days, we've been chasing for three days, and now we finally found it!"
Delun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the other five people also had expressions on their faces that looked like they were surviving the disaster.
In three days, they rested for less than twelve hours in total.
Coupled with the continuous rush, spanning hundreds of kilometers, I had only one breath left to hold on.
Now, this breath is gone.
Everyone felt a rush of exhaustion.
Especially Delen, who finally had a smile on his face and sat down next to the bonfire.
"Boss, we are now"
Some people hesitated, why did they rest after finally finding the location of the secret killing team.
Looking at this situation, the secret killing team has probably gone to the Fire Fist tribe. Isn’t that why they want to get there before this happens?
"Why are you so anxious? The secret killing team is probably going to investigate for information. Let's just sit here and wait."
Delenn waved his hand in disapproval.
After all, the Fire Fist tribe has a second-level priest in charge, and it is still a home battle. As long as the secret killing team is not led by Duan Tianrong himself, it is indispensable to carefully explore the intelligence and make a decision before taking action.
As for the probability of Duan Tianrong being dispatched, Delenn and Edwin had a serious discussion before setting off.
The two agreed that Duan Tianrong would 99% not set off with the team in such cold weather.
Just an ordinary ‘kill’ order.
Even if the reward for this order is missing, it is just a drop in the bucket for the secret killing team.
After the end of deep winter, they can make money back in minutes.
“Let’s go camp over there, make a new bonfire, and try not to touch their things.”
There is a huge gap in strength between the two parties.
Even though he had a token to prove his identity, Delen still didn't dare to make a big deal and chose to station the camp next to the secret killing team.
When the secret killing team comes back like this, they may be able to gain credit for guarding the camp.
However, when the bonfire was lit, each of the six people felt a little numb, and they felt sleepy.
"How about we take a nap?"
The five people looked at Delen expectantly, "They probably won't be back for a while, maybe tomorrow morning, or even at noon. We will come back and rest until night before going out. If we don’t get some sleep, we won’t have the energy to follow them.”
"Well"
Delen thought for a while and found that this was indeed the case.
They also have to follow the secret killing team into the Fire Fist tribe, destroy the temple and take away the statue.
In this state, even the residents of his tribe may not be able to defeat him. They are just a burden.
"Then let's take a nap. Everyone will be on guard for two hours, and they will cycle according to the ranking in the team."
Several people readily agreed.
By the time Delen was woken up, it was already bright and the light snow that had been falling for days had stopped.
“What time is it now?”
“It’s just after eight o’clock.”
“The secret killing team hasn’t come back yet?”
"No."
"You go to sleep, I'll go over and take a look."
After ten hours of sleep, Delen felt that most of his condition had finally recovered.
Especially mental fatigue has been relieved in deep sleep.
As for the body that challenges its limits day after day.
Well, it's absolutely impossible to recover without a week or two.
Deren didn't care about the pain all over his body, he managed to stand up and came to the secret killing team's camp.
At this time, the center of the bonfire had long been extinguished, leaving only the scattered edges of the wood still curling and burning.
The few windproof tents showed no signs of being opened, and were still the same as before.
“I haven’t come back all night. Counting the time, it’s just these few hours.”
After taking a look at the sky, Delen decided to wait until twelve o'clock.
If the secret killing team has not returned by then, he will take the initiative and go to the Fire Fist tribe to explore the situation.
(End of this chapter)