“............ Formal breath............ How can she be so omnipotent? How dare she brag about it! Is she really another god who uses brainwashing to maintain rule?"

Punk carefully felt the feather that the harpy took out, and understood that the "omnipotent priestess" that this guy had been boasting about just now was just a formal-level creature, even if the power solidified in this feather could be faked, the soul mark engraved on the bottom of the feather could not be faked.

Out of caution, Punk sensed the harpy's thoughts again, and finally made sure that the not-so-intelligent banshee was not lying.

"Alas, brainwashing rule can indeed centralize power in a short period of time, but in the long run, it is outright death, and when and how much lesson will these magical creatures have to learn before they can understand this truth?"

Punk shook his head blankly.

After listening to the Harpy's description, Punk knew that he had come across a magical biome that relied on brainwashing to strengthen its rule.

In fact, there are many such communities throughout the multiverse, and even some human rulers in remote planes often deify themselves.

These ignorant rulers, either out of ignorance or selfishness, will brainwash their people from an early age, kill the wise and those who are truly useful, and make the ignorant people believe that the ruler of their tribe is an omnipotent god.

With their long lives and great power, these rulers can indeed use the "supremacy" they have created to cover the heavens in their tribes for a short time, but in the long run, such actions are brewing disasters and tragedies.

The reason is very simple, even if the ruler knows it, the people who have been brainwashed by him will become fanatical and even arrogant, and soon these arrogant people will have many thoughts of death, such as:

"Meet a legendary powerhouse............ Robbing him, what are you afraid of, our boss can do anything.

Encounter a Kingdom of God............ Burn him, our boss is invincible in the world, and any legend and god are scum."

Believe me, these magical creatures who are not very good at their brains will definitely go out and cause trouble lawlessly with the support of a "do-it-all" boss.

However, there are so many dangers in this world, even the gods of great divine power and the powerful archmage of the sun have to be cautious, like walking on thin ice, a group of magical creatures who do not know whether they are alive or dead dare to die everywhere, do you say that this tribe is far from death?

There is no need for any other lessons, and now there is an example before us.

When an extreme trust rises to the level of faith, there is no such thing as sanity, and the Harpy, who is still pretending to be poor in front of Punk, does not know that she has already received the epic title of "Pit Boss Expert" in Punk's heart......... This pit didn't hesitate to take a master-level spellcaster with bad intentions to his own home, if the "priestess" knew about it, she would vomit out two liters of blood in fear.

Punk thought teasingly, and then quietly released a trainee-level "hemostasis" on the severed wings of the Harpy, this is a "loyal" "guide", he doesn't want his guide to hang up due to excessive blood loss on the way.

"Then without further ado, Miss Harpy, let's hurry up and hit the road, I still want to visit your home, well, I want to do it very much, I can't wait!"

Punk smiled a little awkwardly and said to the Harpy with a happy face.

"Of course, don't worry, we'll be there before dark, and then you can try our home-brewed fruit wine!"

The Harpy didn't see the punk's strange expression hidden under the hood, she stood up in joy, ignoring the pain of the wound and walked into the forest.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we'll still have time to make dinner!"

"As you wish, "kind" young lady"

—————— Dividing Line——————

The herd of harpies is indeed not far away, and Punk followed the injured harpy through the dense forest for an afternoon before reaching the border of the tribe.

At this time, it was actually just evening, and a red glow shone on a wooden stake at the edge of the camp, and the light of the light made half of the bones next to the stake bloody.

Along the way, Punk also looked sideways, and got a lot of information without words, this is because Punk is really not good at small talk, otherwise Punk believes that a thief with a bit of emotional intelligence can come over and say more than him, after all, this Harpy Banshee really has no vigilance and defense at all.

Through the Harpy's ostentatious description, the punks learned that their tribe was called "Blackclaw", a small tribe that had been established no more than two hundred years ago, and had been driven here by a group of orcs who "didn't know whether to live or die, were vulgar and savage, filthy, stupid and stupid (all Harpy descriptions)", and at that time the entire Harpy tribe suffered heavy losses, ran out of ammunition and food, and almost reached the point of exhaustion.

Fortunately, a priestess of their tribe who was "incomparably great, omnipotent, holy, beautiful, and supreme (this guy is pretty standard for pronouncing these words) was recognized by her ancestors in a "cave of the chosen one", and then received the supreme power of "omnipotence".

Relying on this "omnipotent" power, the harpy priestess has the ability to "bless", and the tribesmen who have been blessed by the priestess can burst into terrifying potential, and the blessed weapons can make the wounded beast go crazy.

When Punk asks to see the "blessed" weapon, the Harpy is disappointed and says that she is not eligible for the "blessed".

Knowing this information, Punk deduced something interesting:

This so-called "blessing" of the eight achievements refers to this haunting strange aura, if these "evil" aura invades the soul of the beast, then it can indeed make the already violent beast go crazy, so it seems that ............ The crux of the matter lies with the priestess, who is not aware of what she got in the cave to get this strange aura."

Punk follows behind the Harpy, alerting her surroundings and thinking about what to do next.

"This herd of harpies is not too far from the city, although these low-level banshees don't have any brains, but that priestess should not be an ignorant person who doesn't know life and death, I'd better hide my breath and scare that guy away and be in trouble."

Punk thought as he quietly unleashed a spell.

"Master Spell Spell - Wynne's Breath Concealment"!: Hide the soul breath of a legendary creature and disguise it as a trainee-level soul level for twenty-four hours!

"It's almost now, I really don't know if that priestess will cry out in fright when she sees a master mage suddenly appear in front of her."

Punk stared at your tattered flag not far away, thinking mischievously.