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When he came to the camp, Wang Hao found that there were no guards around the camp, and Wang Hao's heart sank, he knew that this must be the leader deliberately driving them away.

"Sure enough, as I expected, attacking the Evil God Tribe is not just to grab territory, there must be other secrets hidden in it!"

Pushing open the door of the tent, Wang Hao found that there were only two people in the tent, one was the leader and the other was the old witch.

"Filip, you're here, come and sit."

Wang Hao sat in front of the leader, the two looked at each other, and the leader picked up two glasses of wine that had been poured from the table and handed one to Wang Hao.

"I'm the first warrior of the Minotor tribe, I would like to give you a drink!"

Wang Hao didn't refuse, raised his glass and touched the leader, and then raised his head to drink the spirits in the cup.

"Good!" The leader laughed and said, "It's worthy of being a member of my bull-headed tribe, bold!" ”

"Thank you, Chief, for the compliment."

The leader put down his glass, and instead of pouring a second glass of spirits, he spoke, "Fili, do you know what to do when you attack the Evil God Tribe?" ”

"Naturally, we will kill them and snatch the resources of the entire evil god tribe!"

The leader waved his hand, "No, if you talk about rich resources, how rich can my barbarian tribe be?" Instead of robbing the evil god tribe, why don't we rob the human stuff? ”

Wang Hao deliberately pretended to be stupid, "What does the leader want Fili to do?" ”

The leader and the old witch glanced at each other, and then said in a very solemn tone, "Fili, what I am going to tell you next is the secret of all the tribes of the barbarians, and you must swear to Lord Minotaur that you will never divulge it to the second person!" ”

"Good!"

Wang Hao agreed very happily, he didn't believe in any bullshit bull-headed gods, even if he made an oath, he would not be bound by anything.

"I, Fili, swear to the Minotaur that what I have heard today will never be leaked to anyone, and if I disobey it, I will not die well!"

Seeing Wang Hao's oath, the leader's face soothed a lot.

"Fili, there are hundreds of tribes large and small in the whole wilderness, and each tribe believes in a different god."

"The strength of the gods determines the strength of the tribe, and the royal family of our tribe is incredibly strong precisely because of the belief in the strongest gods!"

"But the strength of the gods is not the only factor that determines the strength of the tribe!"

"The world in which the gods are located is too far away from the world we are in, and the power that the gods can transmit to this world, even if they use sacrificial rituals, is indispensable. Fiction"

"Therefore, even if the gods see that no matter how big the gap is, affecting our barbarian tribes, it will not be strong and weak to the point where it is difficult to resist;!"

"In other words, it is also to give the tribe strength, and if the weaker shrine can give two ten-thousandths of the strength, the stronger body will give one-ten-thousandth of the strength!"

The pupils of Wang Hao's eyes dilated slightly, he was finally going to learn the biggest secret of the barbarians!

Once they can learn the way to plunder the barbarians' divine power, the human race will be able to weaken the barbarians' strength as much as possible!

"Please make it clear to the chief!"

The leader looked at the old witch, and the old witch spoke, "Many of us barbarians are speculating about how our old witch communicates with the gods, in fact, every blessed tribal warrior can communicate with the gods, but their strength is too weak to feel the existence of the gods, we old witches, just to enhance their feelings." ”

Wang Hao sighed in his heart, "Sure enough, as I guessed, the secret of the gods is not in the totem, nor in the old witch!" ”

The old witch went on to explain, "When each barbarian is a child, the old witch of the tribe performs a blessing ceremony, that is, the first channeling of each barbarian. ”

"Through rituals, each deity imprints its own imprint on the blessed child, who surrenders his faith to the deity, who, on the contrary, gives power."

Wang Hao finally understood, and he asked rhetorically, "Could it be that the more people in the tribe believe in the gods, the more power the gods will give back!" ”

"Exactly!" The old witch nodded, "The more people who believe, the less the power given by the gods will be lost in spanning hundreds of millions of time and space, if there are 100,000 barbarians who believe in the Minotaur, our Minotaur tribe can also become a barbarian royal family!" ”

Wang Hao was puzzled, "If that's the case, wouldn't the tribe have more babies?" ”

The old witch sighed, "This will not work, the barbarians who believe in the same gods, the children born with the imprint of the gods, will not increase the belief in the gods. ”

"Therefore, only by converting other tribes to our gods can we make our tribe stronger!"

Wang Hao pondered for a while, "If that's the case, then can't we kill too many people?" ”

The leader said categorically, "Whoever dares to resist us, kill!" No relents! ”

The old witch pulled out a dagger from his cuff, it was so long and sharp that it was almost a short sword.

"This dagger is called the Dagger of the Sleepy God, you must remember to put it away!"

The old witch's expression was extremely solemn, "The leader of each tribe can directly communicate with the gods, so that the gods they believe in can descend divine power and enter their bodies. ”

Wang Hao bowed slightly, he had already seen it with his own eyes once, the leader of the evil god tribe, after gaining divine power, his strength skyrocketed.

"When the leader of the tribe falls unexpectedly, and the method of channeling the gods is not passed on, this tribe will be born after a long time, under the leadership of the old witch, after a lot of selection by the gods."

"In other words, before the birth of a new tribal leader, it will be the weakest time for this tribe;!"

Wang Hao asked, "Then if the leader and the old witch of a tribe are killed, then won't this tribe be able to give birth to a leader again?" ”

The old witch said in a deep voice, "There will still be a leader, but this period will start with a hundred years." ”

"Then I will directly lead the crowd to rush into the evil god tribe, kill the old witch, and force the rest of the evil god tribe to convert to our gods!"

"Never!" The old witch shouted, "You can't do this! ”

The old witch hurriedly explained, "I've just said enough, when every barbarian is first enlightened, the god will leave a mark on his body, and if this mark is not lifted, it will never be possible to betray the god of faith!" ”

"Oh? So how do you go about it? ”

"When the tribe has no leader and encounters the danger of extinction, in order to protect their believers, the gods will divide a trace of divine thoughts and forcibly descend on the old witch to protect the tribe."

"However, when the gods come, there is a price to pay, that is, to temporarily inhale all the marks in the bodies of all believers into the body of the old witch, and when the divine thoughts dissipate, the marks will return to the bodies of each believer."

"And this dagger that traps the gods can trap the god's divine thoughts in the old witch's body for seventy-two hours, so that he cannot dissipate, and this time is enough for us to force the inhabitants of the evil god tribe to convert to the Minotaur!"

After the old witch finished speaking, the leader concluded, "In short, you must lead the warriors of the tribe to kill the evil god tribe, force the evil god to come, and then stab this dagger into the old witch's body!" Then bring them all back, and let our old witch communicate with the Minotaur and cast a new mark on them."

"Remember, you must not kill the old witch, otherwise the mark will return to the believer's body, and everything will be in vain!"

……

On the second day, Wang Hao led all the warriors of the Niutou tribe and embarked on a journey to attack the evil god tribe.

Wang Hao ordered the three fat rats to be cronies, each leading a team, just last night, he had already informed the three of them word for word about the conversation in today's camp.

On the way, the fat rat came up and asked in a low voice, "Boss, what are you going to do next?" Do you really want to help the Niutou tribe rob the faith of the evil god tribe? ”

Wang Hao smiled, "That's nature, why not?" ”

The fat rat was puzzled, and saw that Wang Hao smiled with deep meaning, so he was relieved.

"This is a rare opportunity to practice, don't be lazy for a while, kill two more!"

"No problem!"

The Evil God Tribe was not very far from the Bullhead Tribe, and it only took half a day to travel and reach its destination.

The Evil God Tribe seems to have been prepared to defend itself against the enemy, and all the tribal warriors are armed with weapons in hand.

The leader was naturally the old witch of the Evil God Tribe, this old witch was too old to stand, he held the staff in his hand, and his body trembled in the wind;

Wang Hao shouted angrily without hesitation: "Kill!" ”

As soon as the order was issued, the warriors of the Minotaur tribe shouted and launched a charge against the evil god tribe.

The old witch of the Evil God Tribe raised the staff in his hand tremblingly, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Kill!" ”

In the blink of an eye, the warriors of the two tribes collided fiercely, and the weapons made of fierce beast bones smashed towards each other's heads.

This is the first time Wang Hao has seen the scene of war, although the scene is not grand enough, but it also makes him enthusiastic.

The three fat rats have been killed, as Wang Hao said, this is their rare opportunity to practice.

……

Sacred Domain, Kirin Academy.

The eagle pierced the sky and plunged headlong into the bamboo forest of the academy.

Yan San, who was drunk, barely opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the flying eagle.

Removing the letter from the Eagle's lap, he burped and laughed, "It's a letter from a vain." ”

He slowly stretched out the envelope and swept the contents of the letter at a glance, and for a moment, he was completely drunk.

"I'm a disciple, where I go, something big will happen! The monster matter is not over yet, and another barbarian has been involved, and it seems that I must go to those five old fellows. ”

Yan San broke away, completely ignoring the forbidden space laws established in the Divine Domain.

Half a day later, thirty-six flying eagles flew out of the Sacred Realm and flew towards the main city of the Thirty-six Outer Realms.

These flying eagles are protected by the Supreme Powerful to ensure that they can reach their destination safely.

The same content is on the letter carried by each flying eagle - war urgency, transfer troops!