Shi Yong listened to the footsteps that were gradually moving away, and looked at Augustine with a sad face: "The Pope, the Black Cavalry is powerful, is our move a little too hasty?"

"I don't know what kind of strength the Black Cavalry is, it can actually make the patriarch look worried," Augustine asked Shi Yong with a pretended calm.

Hearing Augustine's words, Shi Yong couldn't help but sink his heart, and only then did he realize that in such a short period of time. Even if the witch has a powerful and mysterious power, he can't know the details of the surrounding situation.

There was a trace of anger in his heart, but then he thought of something, and quickly suppressed these emotions: "The Pope doesn't know that the Black Cavalry is the overlord of a hundred miles away, and it is also a medium-sized tribe."

"The population is tens of thousands, and the number of troops is 3,000," Shi Yong said to Augustine.

Boundless pressure crept in, and Augustine couldn't help but feel a bitterness in his heart. At present, there are many talents in Xiaoshibu, and I am afraid that in the face of 3,000 soldiers and horses, I will not be able to make a little wave, and they will be swallowed by them.

Feeling the thoughts in Augustine's heart, Jia Changsheng's voice sounded in his head: "It's just a population of 3,000 soldiers and tens of thousands of people. As the prince of the Youyan Empire and the pope of the Dark Church, would he still be afraid of them?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that the difference in strength between the two sides is too great," Augustine replied to Jia Changsheng in his heart.

Jia Changsheng stretched out his hand, and a light curtain that only Augustine could see rose into the sky: "I'll send you something to help you, but one-third of the harvest this time will belong to me."

"Just invest in advance," Jia Changsheng added at the end.

Ten vials of potions glowing with blue light appeared in his hand, and Augustine's eyes showed a look of bewilderment. Before he could ask, he heard Jia Changsheng's words in his mind: "The last thing the dark camp is afraid of is the crowd tactic, you distribute these potions to those dark guardians, and after they take them, they can destroy the black cavalry in one fell swoop."

"Remember, the time limit is only three hours, and within these three hours, their natal skeletons will temporarily have the strength of a high-level necromancer," Jia Changsheng's voice echoed in Augustine's mind, and it hurt slightly to look at those potions. After all, that's all he earns in this world.

However, for the sake of greater returns, I can only grit my teeth and hang up. The cost of opening a hanging is high this year, and I don't know if it will lose money.

Augustine was stunned at first, followed by ecstasy.

Looking at the potion that suddenly appeared and the light on it, coupled with the change in Augustine's expression, Shi Yong couldn't help but be puzzled.

After a while, seeing that Augustine was still standstill, he shouted to him: "Pope"

"Where is the Dark Guardian?" Augustine suddenly came to his senses and shouted into the thatched hut. Boundless self-confidence gradually spreads.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the thatched hut, and Shi Gandang strode towards him with ten dark guardians, bowed to Augustine, and replied loudly: "Yes"

"Take these potions, take them outside the Black Knights, and destroy them" Augustine waved his hand, and the dark elemental swirled, sending ten vials of potions to their hands.

Looking at the flying potion, Shi Gandang and the others couldn't help but be stunned, and subconsciously thought that they had heard it wrong. After all, in their eyes, the Black Knights are untouchable and powerful beings. Although Xiao Shibu and his own strength have undergone earth-shaking changes, his thoughts that have accumulated over time have not yet changed: "Destroy the Black Cavalry Department?"

Shi Yong gradually frowned, it was undoubtedly a fantasy to destroy the medium-sized tribe with the strength of ten people. Can ten ants kill an elephant?

"These potions can give you the strength of a high-level necromancer in three hours," Augustine said slowly to Shi Gandang and the others.

Shi Dangdang and the others were ecstatic in their hearts, and when they changed jobs, they knew what a high-level magician was, so they straightened their bodies and replied loudly: "Yes"

"Go," Augustine urged Shi Dangdang and the others.

Shi Dangdang and the others saluted solemnly, turned around and strode away.

Looking at the departing Shi Gandang and the others, Shi Yong finally couldn't help but ask Augustine: "Attacking a mid-level tribe with the strength of ten people, such an act is no different from sending him to death."

"Don't forget, Patriarch, there are only ten Dark Guardians, but they have killed the Wind Wolf King. In that case, why can't the Black Cavalry be destroyed?" Augustine explained to Shi Yong.

Shi Yong couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Seeing that Shi Yong was silent, Augustine reminded him: "Besides, this Pope also gave them something, is it possible that there is a great magician in the Black Horse Department?"

"Great magician?" Shi Yong asked subconsciously.

Augustine nodded at Shi Yong, and then said meaningfully, "Doesn't the patriarch feel that the scope of our activities is too narrow?"

"Being so self-contained is not beneficial to the development of the tribe and the church" Augustine's tone was full of confidence, and with his grandfather in this world, he could naturally be invincible,

Of course, how much of these words were Jia Changsheng's meaning, and how much of it was his own meaning, it was really unclear for a while.

Shi Yong seemed to be infected by Augustine's faith, and bowed deeply to him: "Since the arrival of the Pope, the fate of the entire tribe has been in the hands of the Pope."

"As long as the Pope is for my little stone department, my little stone department will obey the orders and never say anything, even if I die nine times and never regret it" As soon as the words fell, Shi Yong turned around and strode out of the thatched house.

Looking at Shi Yong in the distance, Augustine's eyes flashed with a complicated gaze. His arrival is actually an extremely unfavorable thing for Shi Yong. After all, according to the rules established by this world from ancient times, the witches sent by the heavens can have absolute control over the tribe. And this kind of control has also become Shi Yong's embarrassing situation.

Perhaps this embarrassment is not just Shi Yong alone, but also hangs over the entire tribe. After all, for Xiao Shibu, he is a witch sent by God, and he has the righteousness bestowed by God to occupy the faith in the tribe. And Shi Yong is their patriarch, leading them to fight for the reproduction of the tribe.

The two do not seem to be in conflict, but they are actually full of contradictions. Once the orders of the two are not unified, what will happen to this tribe?

It's just that listening to Shi Yong's words, it seems that this problem has come to an end.

"What is the world like, old man?" Augustine asked in his mind.

Jia Changsheng's gaze looked at the endless sky through the ring, as if a strong aura loomed: "In this world, there is a way to become an epic or even an epic, and you need to find it yourself."

"Although I know, I can't tell you, because you can only go by yourself," Jia Changsheng said meaningfully. After all, Koishibe was only a small corner of this world, and as an ancestral god, he couldn't tolerate Augustine spending too much time here.

Epic, legendary, Augustine's accentuated tone in his heart, and it seemed that he needed to hurry up. I don't know what my mortal enemy, the Pope of Light, Paul, is doing at this time.