The echinoderm gnolls never imagined that this would be the result of their own entry into the forest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

They were full of confidence and the atmosphere was high. In their hearts, they still fantasized about being able to slash their enemies, drive away aliens, and occupy this natural pasture, but before their ambitions began, they were torn to pieces by the unspeakable explosion in front of them.

Just like their bodies.

The worst of them were the echinoderm jackals who were around the explosives packet site at the time, and they were almost unsuspensefully swept into the cyclone and heat wave of the explosion, and were directly destroyed by the light and deprived of their lives. As the explosion sounded away, a bright red rain of blood fell from the sky, and then, stumps and broken legs fell from the sky.

The stout Chimera perch was also blown into two pieces by this terrifying energy, and the power of 20 explosive packs was enough to tear the branches of any tree, and the Chimera Lair was no exception. When it lost its support and could no longer bear the weight and fell down, another group of jackals who were stunned by the sound of the explosion were killed, and although they were not affected by the explosion, they were crushed into pulp by the trees.

However, before the remaining gnolls could breathe a sigh of relief, they suddenly realized that the danger was not far away, something terrible rose in the sky, it waved its wings that covered the sky and the sun, almost covering their eyes, its anger made the whole leaf forest tremble, and the thunder that spewed from its mouth turned everything it touched into ashes.

For a time, the echinoderm jackal died of wounded wounds.

Although most of them still survived, they still had the slightest sporadic fighting spirit, and under the shadow of the tragic death of their companions and the drive of the Chimera, all the gnolls turned around and ran, not even daring to turn back, and the rout was overwhelming.

And this opportunity was exactly what the Night Elves who had hidden behind the bunker had been waiting for, and instead of joining the frontal battlefield dominated by the Chimera, they followed Jian Chen's pre-planned plan to go around their backs very insidiously to cut off the escape routes of the gnolls, and then beat the water dogs.

It's to treat the captives well, and the ferocity of the Night Elves who continues to fight the trolls won't allow them to let go of the enemies who intend to kill them, and even Connie, who is a woman, will not be soft on killing the gnolls. Moreover, they are only a handful of them, and they have no ability to take prisoners, so they can only kill a little more now, until they are afraid and dare not invade this forest again.

Silvermane was pained to see the crumbling subordinates in front of him, but it was also irreparable, because it was the one who had led its people to this point.

It could scarcely believe that it was real, but the intense burning pain in its left eye and heart told it that it was all real.

What exactly is that!?

It had never heard of anyone in this world who could usurp the authority of the gods.

After all, the current battle is still in a very primitive stage, and even the best watcher among the gnolls can only summon tree vines to stumble the enemy, or rub a lightning arrow. But the explosion just now was completely beyond Silvermane's cognition, and in its opinion, it was the power of the gods.

The reason why it survived such a terrible disaster has to be said to be its luck and its misfortune.

As a warrior, it has lost the courage to continue fighting, and as a leader, it has watched its people rout and be killed, it is an out-and-out loser, fear, self-blame, and disappointment eat at its heart like a poisonous snake, until a voice rings in its ears at the critical moment.

"Believe in Jian Chen."

The leader of the gnolls looked up in disbelief.

When it escaped from the dangerous battlefield just now, it didn't see any human figure here, and its alertness shouldn't be so low that someone approached it and didn't notice it, but the voice appeared in its ears like this, full of divinity.

Silvermane turned his head.

Then it saw a beam of light that made it feel bewildered and full of wonder, just as the Night Elves had witnessed.

It's just a little trick --

I've mentioned it a little bit before.

As the god of Azeroth, Jian Chen's Titan Star Soul cannot reveal his true body casually, which is as unreasonable as the Dark Titan Sargeras who destroyed the Pantheon directly descended on Azeroth in his heyday, and the other races have nothing to play, so there must be some restrictions.

Therefore, Chen Jian appeared in front of Silvermane using a method similar to illusion now, intending to pull this jackal into the sect, although this appearance consumed him 5 faith points, but Chen Jian felt that this deal was not a loss.

If he can use these 5 points of faith to harvest the faith of a race, then he will earn it, even if he can't, there is nothing to regret for Jian Chen, he is a white wolf with empty gloves. As for those lost faith points, they can be accumulated by time, and time-Jian Chen happens to have a lot of time.

Faced with the indescribable existence that suddenly appeared in life, Silvermane's face was full of inexplicability, it didn't know how to deal with it, and it didn't even know what the other party was.

Until the other side gives a clear definition.

"I am the only true god in this world, Chen Jian, the guardian of civilization and order."

This way of chewing words made the silver mane frown.

It couldn't understand why this self-proclaimed god had come to him.

In the clan of the echinoderm jackals, there is no such thing as faith, first, they have not seen the great existence of this world, and there is another important reason, the echinoderm jackals belong to humanoid creatures, they live a monotonous life, there is little spiritual pursuit, just as long as they are materially fed and drunk. If you think about it, it's been a long time since the group of echinoderm jackals led by Silvermane were forced to leave their homes, and you can't force a group of hungry people to talk about the ideal of spiritual civilization.

And that's when God comes in.

Hungry, it doesn't matter, believe in the gods, the gods will give you food, so you won't feel hungry.

Do you feel afraid and confused about the future, it doesn't matter, believe in the gods, and the gods will guide every lost lamb.

Although these gnolls seem stupid and despicable, they can easily betray their allies for the sake of profit, and they have bad brains and no special skills, but for Jian Chen, faith has nothing to do with race, only with the number of heads.

A hero can give him 1 faith point per day (the faith heart must be higher than 60 points, and the agent has no benefit), while an ordinary believer only provides 0.1 faith points, which means that all the Night Elves together can only add 2 points of income to Chen Jian a day - this is really too little.

Although the income of a devout person will be doubled when the faith reaches 90 points, it still does not change the current situation where the base is too small. Now, in Jian Chen's opinion, the most important thing is to develop the population, he doesn't know how progress is in Azhara's recruitment of dark trolls, but he must find a way to solve this problem on his own, and right now, this group of echinoderm gnolls with low IQ and who have just suffered a great defeat are the best targets for preaching.

"I know that confusion and confusion fill your heart, and failure and hardship stand in your way, but as long as you believe in me, I will give you a glorious future."

Silvermane, the leader of the echinoderm gnolls, found that the man in front of him ...... No, it understood every word that the god spoke, for that was the language of their gnolls, but it couldn't understand it when it was connected together, so it stood there blankly and scratched its head, still with an expression that didn't know how to answer.

The smile on Jian Chen's face suddenly became distorted.

simply changed his bandit tone, and then exerted his extremely powerful mana: "Follow Lao Tzu, and in the future, you and the people of your tribe will eat and drink spicy food, will you do it?" ”

Silvermane finally understood, and when it saw the god in front of it stretch out his hand, a bolt of lightning fell and smashed the tree not far away, and his feet suddenly weakened, and he fell to the ground.

Silvermane didn't know that this was just an illusion that Jian Chen had created for it to see, and that he wanted to be able to use his power as he pleased, and he still had to work hard to tinker with those explosive packets. In Silvermane's opinion, this was the power that the gods had exerted on it, and when he thought of the terrifying explosion just now, Silvermane could only tremble on the ground in shock. The strange thing is that it has no desire to take revenge at all, Chen Jian's existence is like a mountain, overwhelmed by the silver mane, and in the face of the invincible power that he knows nothing about, the best way is to give in.

This is the habit of the gnoll.

Seeing such a sincerely frightened guy, Jian Chen didn't intend to correct his impression in his mind, after all, the word awe was taken apart, there was respect and fear, and many ancient gods were first deified out of human fear.

For a race like the Jackals who have no faith, Jian Chen doesn't plan to do it in one step, and immediately let them worship themselves as respect, at this stage, as long as they have such an impression, it will be fine. In the final analysis, divine power and royal power are completely different, and they are accumulated little by little in the long river of history. Dynasties change frequently, and it is enough to destroy their kings or capitals, but to destroy a faith, it is necessary to destroy the whole of a civilization.

Jian Chen knew that as long as faith took root in their hearts, they were as deeply rooted as blood, but before that, they could only rely on a little bit of accumulation.

Fortunately, he has the time.

"Go and gather the remnants of your men, it's time for the echinoderm gnolls to leave the past behind and look to the future."