For the sake of safety, Mark finally chose to take the path of the Wild Beast Valley. After all www.biquge.info this road has been walked many times by the Thorn Tribe and the surrounding tribes for countless years, and safety is still guaranteed.

The personnel who went out were also determined in a short time, in addition to the divine warrior Arras, the next prophet Art, there were also ten of the most powerful warriors of the Thorn Tribe, including Milan and Gitanni.

Armed with enough dry food, water, and their respective weapons, the group of twelve finally set out on a long journey the next day.

Before this, if someone told Mark that he had walked for two years in order to go to a place, Mark would not believe it, such a long journey, even a mortal, at least he could take a carriage or something, right?

Unfortunately, there are no livestock to travel on this abandoned land. There is only one way to get around, and that is on foot.

Of course, Mark is an exception, he is a divine envoy, and coupled with the inconvenience of his legs, he naturally has to be treated differently. So he sat on a stretcher made by the most ingenious stonemasons of the Thorn Tribe, carried by two warriors, leisurely and comfortable, which actually gave him a feeling of travel.

Looking at the Thorn Tribe that was about to disappear from view, everyone stopped silently, knelt down in that direction and bowed a few times, and with reluctance and expectation, they plunged headlong into the endless desert in front of them without hesitation.

At first, Mark was indeed a little excited, and the rickety stretcher, although it was made of stone, was full of a different kind of exotic atmosphere. The terrain and landform are completely different from the Zhenwu Great World, the vast wilderness, the endless Gobi, the ground full of small cracks, and the bare, rolling mountains in the distance. There is an indescribable heroism and magnificence.

However, I have to say that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will feel boring after watching it for a long time. After only ten days, Mark lost interest in the endless Gobi and barren mountains, turned his gaze to Arras in front of him, and beckoned Art to call him over.

Not long after, Arras, who was leading the way in front, appeared beside Mark, followed the stretcher forward, and seeing his puzzled expression, Mark asked casually:

"Since you are a god warrior, you should have been to the Great Tribe of Esso before, right?"

"Yes, Divine Messenger, I went to the Great Esso tribe once more than a hundred years ago, and even climbed the sacred mountain, where I received the blessing of the gods and succeeded in becoming a divine warrior!" Arras replied with a proud face.

"Oh, have you ever been blessed by God, have you ever seen God?" asked Mark, curious.

Arras shook his head regretfully:

Only the first Great Prophet had actually seen God, and none of the subsequent God warriors, tribal prophets, and later Great Prophets had ever actually seen God. And the image of God was handed down by the first great prophet. ”

"Well—" Mark nodded, and then asked:

"Then how did you god warriors choose? sign up yourself or were you selected by the Great Prophet, and how did you get God's blessing?"

Arras was silent for a moment, then said:

"That's a long way to say, we have at least tens of thousands of tribes in this desert combined, each tribe is of different sizes, the smallest is only about a hundred people, and the largest is tens of thousands of people. Take the Great Tribe, for example.

Although our Thorn Tribe is a medium-sized tribe in the Pingshan area, it is only a small tribe at most in the entire Forgotten Land.

Every millennium, the Scales' plan to select divine warriors will be activated, and each tribe will select the strongest warriors of its own tribe, and the prophets of each tribe will lead them to the great tribe of Esso. After the gathering of the great tribe of Esso, a large-scale priesthood is carried out, and after obtaining the permission of the gods, all the warriors will be sent into the sacred mountain in a group.

The sacred mountain is very large, and it is extremely dangerous, full of extremely powerful wild beasts, and even occasionally there will be ghost god warriors, once the powerful ghost god warriors appear, only the god warriors in the escort team can fight, if there are too many of them, once the god warriors can't resist, this team will be destroyed in an instant. ”

"Ghost God Warrior?" Mark frowned, a puzzled look on his face.

"The Ghost God Warrior is produced after the resurrection of the dead God Warrior, and is more powerful than the average God Warrior, but he has no wisdom and is not capable of carrying it, so he can only outwit him. Arras explained.

"Is it the undead?" said Mark, muttering to himself.

Arras did not hear Mark's self-talk, and continued to talk eloquently:

"After successfully entering the sacred mountain and coming to a specific location on the mountainside, we will stop, there is a stone house built by the god warriors before, relying on the corpses of the wild beasts we hunted along the way, we will survive here.

We need to survive in that place for a decade, and in that decade we will be constantly attacked by Ghost God warriors and mutated beasts to bring out our potential.

If we don't have enough food, we will also take the initiative to attack those mutated and powerful beasts that are so powerful that they are perverted. In the end, there are three or five warriors out of a hundred. ”

"Mutant beasts, is there any other place to find them?"

"No! This kind of powerful mutant desolate beast seems to only be found in the Divine Mountain, and some powerful mutant desolate beasts even need two divine warriors to deal with together. ”

"Well—" Mark nodded, and then asked, "Can the warriors who survive in the end become god warriors?"

Arras shook his head again:

"It's only about half of them, every thousand years, my scale human race will organize 100,000 warriors to enter the sacred mountain, and in the end there are only four or five thousand people who come out, and only more than two thousand of them have become divine warriors. ”

"Every time you enter the Divine Mountain, how many Divine Warriors will be escorted among the 100,000 people?"

"There are about a thousand god warriors, almost one god warrior for every hundred!"

"So many god warrior escorts also have such a large mortality rate?" Mark asked puzzled.

"Not to mention ordinary warriors, even divine warriors will lose about 10%. ”

Mark's eyes narrowed when he heard this: "It seems that this sacred mountain is not a good place either! Is it cost-effective to exchange the sacrifices of so many people for more than 2,000 divine warriors?"

Arras nodded very seriously: "It's a good deal! If there are no god warriors, we are slaves of the barbarian race, and delicious food for the beasts." ”

Hearing this, Mark stopped talking, was silent for a long time, and suddenly looked up:

"Last question, do you only climb to the top of Mount Kinabalu every time, and no one has ever actually been to the top of Mount Kinabalu?"

Arras's eyes were confused, and then he replied:

"Our destination is the mountainside, the higher we go up this sacred mountain, the more dangerous it becomes, and the mountainside is already the limit of what we can reach. However, I heard that some people had gone up, and some of them were still divine warriors who traveled together, but in the end, none of them returned. Over time, no one went up to find out.

However, the prophet Treo once said that in the accounts of my scale people, the first high priest helped the gods build a huge temple on the top of Mount Kinabalu countless years ago. As for whether this is the case or not, no one knows. After all, no one has actually gone up for so many years. ”

"Mountaintop?" Mark lay down thoughtfully, no more talking. (To be continued.) )