"Maybe"

Looking up at the heavy snow, Fang Ti shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Maybe it's mean, but in order to survive, I have to. ”

"Despicable, just a last resort under weakness. If my divine power awakens to a new change, I will never use such a method. ”

Behind Fang Lei, on the diesel saw shrouded in more than a dozen starlight, the starlight slowly dissipated in the air.

With a muffled thud, the diesel saw fell into the snow.

Taking a deep look at the bloodstains that meandered into the depths of the jungle, Fang Ti knew that the son of the wolf would not live long, he was so seriously injured, and he was still holding a giant wolf, even a god would fall.

And it is inevitable to fall, and Fang Lei, who is more sensitive to the breath of life, is very sure of his judgment.

Thinking that a god would end in such a posture, Fang Ti's heart couldn't help but give birth to a feeling of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox.

"Perhaps, the gods are indifferent and exalted, for a reason?"

"But in the end, weakness is the original sin of everything......"

Bowing slightly towards the depths of the forest, Fang Lei sent his apologies and gratitude to the son of the wolf, an otherworldly god, in his heart.

Apologies, naturally, are their own despicable means, making a god mourn more than his heart to die. Thanksgiving, it is the son of the wolf who has made a slight change in his mentality.

Anyway, after going through this battle, I seem to understand something.

But now Fang Ti didn't have the heart to digest those things, because at this moment he had to confirm the loss of the tribe.

All the divine power was blessed on his body, shattering the frost shrouded in his body, and slowly repairing Fang Ti's injuries.

Enduring the pain, Fang Lei jumped into the smashed color steel room for the first time, and saw the soldier who fell to the ground covered in blood, Fang Lei sighed in trembling.

As he expected, although he had the protection of the battle armor, in the face of the extraordinary power of the son of the wolf, the two warriors who were blasted away had completely died.

"Is there bleeding from the internal organs......

Looking at the miserable description of the two warriors and the number on their chests, Fang Lei suddenly roared angrily:

"The battle is over, everyone is out! clean up the battlefield and help the wounded!"

A burst of shouts resounded through the mountains and forests.

Almost immediately, the believers hiding in the cave came out one after another, looking at the somewhat messy camp, and the first thing they showed was a look of fear.

As a former primitive man, the attack on the tribe meant that the next difficult life and even the extinction of the tribe would be. But when they saw that the great gods were still alive, they calmed down.

As long as His Highness is alive, the tribe will have eternal glory.

This is the most simple idea in the heart of every tribe member, a group of silly and lovely primitive people.

The entire tribe was mobilized and began to clean up the messy battlefield. Useful supplies were re-collected, and wounded fighters were gathered......

After Lao Yingzheng's busy statistics, the casualties of this battle were finally presented in front of Fang Lei.

Because of the drones and night vision binoculars, the ordinary members of the Qin tribe, which has an intelligence advantage, have not suffered any harm.

Of the 100 soldiers, three were killed, 10 were seriously wounded, and more than 20 were slightly wounded.

Among them, the casualties and serious injuries were basically caused by the first wave of the attack of the Son of the Wolf. As for those minor injuries, they are inevitable in battle.

For seriously injured fighters, it is natural that they need to be treated as soon as possible.

While there are some local methods for healing injuries that have been passed down from the tribe, those methods are only useful for minor injuries. For the seriously injured soldiers, Fang Lei could only take action personally.

The divine power shrouded the seriously injured warriors one by one, and the power of the awakened green dragon brought vitality to Fang Ti's divine power.

The treatment lasted for half an afternoon, and even if the believers continued to pray and contribute to Fang Lei's miracles, Fang Lei was almost half exhausted.

However, looking at the soldiers who were sleeping deeply, their breathing was weak but rhythmic, Fang Ti's face still showed a smile of relief.

Although his own warriors are gone, they are still alive in the end. As long as they are alive, themselves, as their gods, will be responsible for their lives!

"I don't know what those powerful gods will do to their own believers, but at least for now, I will never treat these fools who fight for their beliefs badly. ”

Fang Lei clenched his fists hard, for the Qin tribe, he had a sense of belonging like home.

And except for the wounded fighters, the other losses did not care. As long as you are alive, you can give them better things sooner or later!

After ordering Lao Yingzheng to continue to deal with the aftermath of the tribe and taking care of the prisoners of war, Fang Ti returned directly to the cave, and even took off his sweat-soaked clothes, and fell asleep deeply.

I slept until dawn, during which I was tired and did not have any consciousness, and the whole person was immersed in the deepest sleep.

He was so tired, the physical injuries were only a small part, and more of the mental exhaustion.

As an ordinary person in the real world, everything I have experienced today can be written into a novel.

Fang Lei is not the kind of destiny protagonist in the novel, he is just an inconspicuous one in the crowd except for being a little handsome, and he doesn't know how to be a god at all.

The impact of these things on him is undoubtedly huge. Of course, these things are also called growth.

In the early morning, looking at the tribe that had regained its tranquility again, Fang Tired, who had recovered a lot, stood on the stone platform with his hands in his hands.

"A new day has begun, and hopefully the tribe can change for the better next. ”

After sleeping and thinking for a while, Fang Ti figured out a lot.

In such a fantasy world, death may be inevitable, especially when it comes to the battle between gods, and all you can do is make the tribe stronger.

"That god who controls the flames should be so strong that I can't resist at all, right?"

And as soon as the idea of making the tribe stronger came out, Fang Lei thought of the god in the mouth of the old Yingzheng, who could make believers master extraordinary power.

In his opinion, only when he reaches his realm can he initially become a true god.

"I don't know if there is some knowledge involved, but it doesn't delay my current plan. ”

"Believers! I don't know how many believers the Son of the Wolf can leave me. ”

Fang Ti's eyes looked at the color steel room surrounded by a group of soldiers, and the figure jumped down from a high place.

Since you are already sorry for the son of the wolf, you should simply be more sorry for him.

Who doesn't believe in God? Anyway, it doesn't cost money to believe.

Fang Ti comforted himself like this in his heart.

Of course, this is just consolation.

Because he knows very well that the power of faith is very powerful, so strong that it can make believers indifferent to life and death.

After killing their gods himself, whether they can take refuge in the glory of the Lord of the Stars, Fang Ti really can't say.

But in any case, expanding the scale of the Qin tribe and expanding the group of believers are the most important things for me at the moment.