In the 110th year of the rune calendar, after completing a series of technical verifications on the snake spirit clan and the snake god, the elves, who had made a huge breakthrough in some aspects, officially shifted their attention to the north....

Over the past few years, the Republic has cultivated more than tens of thousands of alien spies, and arranged for them to gradually penetrate into the continents, and began to wait for the right time in lurking;

In addition, the field has already begun to intensively manipulate the abnormal climate, and gradually brewed a natural disaster that will sweep the entire continent.....

The anomalous air masses are found in the vicinity of the Tropic of Cancer and in the northern permafrost area, and maintain their expansion trend in the strange increase of flow.

When the scope of the spread gradually expanded, drought and cold disasters rose in the vast area directly controlled by the air mass, the extreme cold started from the north and gradually swallowed the north of the continent, and the great drought started from the south and gradually encroached on the entire southern country;

And when the cold and heat converge in the middle of the continent, the continuous and majestic rain begins to wreak havoc on the buffer zone, turning a large area of land into a country.

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On the northern continent, the war between the three great powers and the extreme east is still going on, and the allied forces have broken through the first line of defense of the opponent in the middle in the past few years, and at this time they have penetrated deep into their territory, and temporarily stopped at the second and third lines of defense;

However, the crisis of food shortage gradually showed signs in the relief and took the lead in taking effect on Laiyin, but relief from temporary allies in the north and south also allowed the wartime to continue temporarily.

Generally speaking, because the defenders need to divide their forces and the attackers are able to concentrate their forces on a single attack, the war now appears to be in favor of the West.

The ensuing offensive of the coalition forces was indeed a breakthrough, and in a fairly short period of time they were able to overcome the second line of defense of the fort group in the far east, and were now moving towards its true hinterland.

Naturally, then, the majestic King of Laiyin was reluctant to withdraw his troops at this moment, at this time when victory was about to be ushered in, as for the drizzle that took place in the rear......

On its turbulence, it was almost full of letters reprimanding the subordinate for 'laziness' and 'cunning', which made the king of Laiyin involuntarily think,

Is it that the previous benevolence gave these lowly guys the illusion that I was 'weak'? ’

It seems that the policies he issued such as 'tax cuts' and 'tax exchange for service' have not really worked, and since the 'good intentions' have not been rewarded well, it is time to let them taste the whip.....

Therefore, the king of Laiyin ordered to use a tougher attitude and more cruel means to coerce those lazy slaves to work harder, believing that as long as they were willing to work hard, the crisis of food shortage could naturally be solved smoothly.

But neither it, nor the Two Kings of Mengli, nor the Fanged Queen, nor even the Celestial Beings behind them, have clearly underestimated the intensity, duration, and impact of the drought and floods......

But in fact, the situation in some places outside the battlefield has quietly changed.....

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From a certain moment onwards, in the buffer zone from the country to the front line, it began to rain incessantly, and the rain that fell from the sky seemed to have no end to it, tossing the entire transportation route into a collapsed lake.

And on one of the sections, a subordinate corps of more than 10,000 people, in such a bad climate, carried out a mission to transfer food to the front line.

These thousands of people all come from the same tribe, and the leader of the team is the son of the chief, and it stands to reason that no matter how hard the tribe as a whole has lived, the upper echelons of the tribe should also be able to enjoy a minimum of luxurious life;

But at this time, as the 'surrogate' of the ruler of Laiyin, the expression on his face, and even his own state, can definitely not be called a 'good' word, because this task is too difficult......

The mission period has expired, the food loss on the way has greatly exceeded expectations, and even if no matter how much you save, the person who can transport the food still has to eat, and after the food you carry with you is consumed, the military supplies in the food truck have become the first choice;

Originally, he actually just wanted to get a little military rations to barely support himself, but who would have thought that he would encounter a catastrophe at the end of the road......

The river burst its banks and the road ahead was blocked, and the grain transport corps had to step on the muddy ground, preparing to detour to the high ground to avoid the river's obstruction;

But then the mountain trail they detoured was also blocked by mudslides.

As a result, the 'missed date' became even more serious, and even the food that was the subject of the mission was lost, coupled with the consumption of the legion itself as a last resort......

"Oh my God! What the hell am I going to do......"

Looking at the end of the long way off, the Chief's Son fell into a deep panic, and he feared the fate he would face in the future.

After all, Lai Yinzhong is not a good person, and even if he really encounters force majeure obstacles, those irascible guys will never give him a chance to explain.....

But one of those nights, while it was tossing and turning over this trouble, a revelation sounded in the depths of his heart,

'Borol, serve me with your faith, and you will gain the strength to resist! ’

"Father... God the Father? Not right....."

The Father of the race had disappeared for a long time, and had not had any response for nearly a thousand years, and there was no memory of those dusty years in the race except for its 'nobility'......

So, who is this?

But in any case, the severe punishment he was very likely to face, and even the end of death, made him no longer have any thoughts of hesitation.....

"The Great! The lowly Borol is willing to serve you and ask for your protection..."

'Very well, my name is the Netweaver and the Giver of the Dharma!' I will bless you and give you the strength to resist. ’

As a result, three kinds of things called 'magic' arise from the depths of the mind and become power that rises from the body and disappears in an instant.

And its name is 'the body of the third-level bear', 'the agility of the third-level cat', and the 'strength of the third-level ox';

They can act on oneself as well as on others, and their breadth and intensity will gradually increase with the degree of their 'faith'.

Just like at this time, there were more names such as 'Fireball', 'Lightning Strike', etc., forming a dark mark and appearing in its mind, as if waiting for the day when Borol would truly have the qualifications.......

Borol was excited, isn't this the power of shamans?

No, it's definitely more powerful than the shamans, because you don't need the help of the altar to use these powers yourself!

Borol immediately knelt down and bowed respectfully,

"Great webweaver! The Giver of the Mighty Shore! Borol will be your most devout devotee...... But my people are too weak to allow them to believe in you......"

In his apprehension, Borol made a request to perhaps cross the line......

But he is only an inferior species, and even if he gains strength, he is by no means an opponent of the strong clan, so in order to save his life, he feels that he must have more helpers.

'I am merciful and allow you to perform a sacrifice, but only the most devout will be blessed. ’

"My Lord! Thank you again for your kindness.....

After a while, there was no more response, and if it weren't for the fact that those magic marks still existed inexplicably in his mind, Borol even wondered if he had gone crazy in fear.

But now.......

He tried to bless himself with three spells that could be used, and then struck a full blow at the ground, and with a roar, a half-palm-deep and basin-sized depression suddenly appeared on the hard ground;

In the gasp of exhaustion, Borol reveled in the feeling of power, and it was only after a moment that it came back to its senses and remembered what to do next....

Reining the expression on his face and suppressing his excitement, he lifted the damp tabernacle and prepared to instruct the guards to summon his 'cronies'.

This is obviously a camp with nearly 10,000 residents, but at this time there are only less than 100 tents, and most of them are created by the illusion of centralized grain trucks and rain sails covering them, and there are very few that can really be used to live;

And among these few tents, there are only the hundred or so 'cronies' of Borol, who are not worth mentioning compared to the suzerain, but they are all powerful beings among the tribes of their homeland;

And as for the rest of the so-called 'compatriots'....... Just look at the bunks around the campfire, huddled up and sleeping.

At this moment, the 'magnates' all gathered in Borol's tent, and listened to his excited words with a thoughtful expression on their faces......

The night, which seemed to have happened nothing, passed quietly in the spreading rain, and when the members of the tribe in charge of carrying the grain woke up and prepared to work with their discomfort, they saw a hanging corpse in the very center of the tent;

It was the chief's son......

And the new leader of the back pot also endured his impatience and reluctantly explained,

"That guy is crazy, and he is going to take everyone to his death because of his mistakes, and we will hand over his body to the sect master."

"Oooh.... I see. ”

At the same time, in the elven headquarters in the far south, there seems to be a scene related to this....

I saw an elf whose face was full of incomprehension, and at this moment he crushed the fruit in his hand, and jumped to his feet in the residue and juice of his hand.

"Damn fools! Foolish bastards! ”

"What's wrong?" The other elf asked, tilting his head back from his seat, full of curiosity.

"I don't think I've chosen the wrong target..."

"Hey, I'll just say, you have to choose a real devotee from the bottom who is unwilling to fate, how can the group of worms you pick succeed?"

"Didn't I think that I could use their identities, thinking that I could save more resources in the field by bringing more with less, after all, the means of mind transformation and filtering are not yet mature....."

"So, did you get the savings?"

"Uh.... No. ”

"Then you can't get it~"

"Okay, I'm going to clean up the aftermath first, after all, I can't let these idiots really spread the news to Laiyin's side..."

"Haha, you can just have a snack this time, there are some things that can't be taken for granted..... In particular, the weaver is still a very important part. ”

"Alright, alright, I got it!"

"Hey~"

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A month later, the logistics base received a report from the Air Cavalry Patrol.....

According to the report, in just over a month, several inferior grain transport regiments on the grain transportation line disappeared with the remaining grain and grass after attacking and killing the grain governor of their own tribe.

This news attracted the attention of the incoming seeds, and the ensuing expansion of the grain crisis only intensified their anger, so that more severe disciplinary measures were issued.....

The wrath from the front line will inevitably fall on the tribes from which the fleeers were born.

Of course, this long distance back and forth is destined to take a while to complete the execution of the punishment, even if the air cavalry is personally rushed.

And in this process, some kind of change in the rear is still happening......

Unlike the torrential rain on the grain line, the climate in Laiyinchong at this time was diametrically opposed, a drought rarely seen in history erupted from the border in the past few years, and soon swept through almost the entire country;

As a result, rivers dried up, land dried up, and grain and pasture yields decreased....

However, the Lai Yin Seed has a huge reserve of food, and they are not very sensitive to abnormal changes in the climate at all, so they do not have pity or empathy for the inferior species that are regarded as slaves at this time.....

Even at the top, policies such as 'tax cuts' were issued out of certain needs, but when they fell into the hands of certain 'loyal' or loyal executors, they were deliberately or unintentionally increased layer by layer, putting the dependent tribes of all parties under tremendous pressure on production.

Even these servile tribes are helpless in the face of such pressure, hoping that the heavens will give them a chance to complete their task.....

And the tribe from which Borol was born is one of the endless 'helpless'.....

Because of the task of transporting grain from the suzerain, the chief's heirs have taken away most of the labor of the tribe, and the original promise of 'tax reduction' has been severely distorted in the hands of some executors;

In the end, the tax task that fell on their heads did not actually make it much worse than in previous years....

That is to say, the tribe had to rely on the small half of the remaining labor, and at most some of the old and weak, who had to work on crutches and open crotch pants, to undertake almost the same production tasks as before.

The tribe had traditionally had to hand over both animal husbandry and food, but the latest season had been very unpleasant, and not only had their labour reduced, but even the nearby river, on which it depended, had been left with only a pitiful amount of water in its dryness;

In order for the animals and the living to have water to drink, they have to dig deep wells and get up early and late to walk long distances and fetch water from far away, so that they can barely get enough harvest.....

And seeing that the time for irrigation was coming, in the face of the imminent explosion of the demand for water, the whole tribe, whether serfs or nobles, fell into a state of indistinguishable despair, as if for the first time they had become true 'compatriots'.

And one night in between, a revelation also came, saying that if they offered faith, they would give them the power to resist......

"Can you give us water?"

I don't dare to think about resisting anything, all the tribe wants is enough water for them to survive and complete their tasks, as long as they have this, they are already very satisfied....

Whether the 'being' felt helpless or not is unknown, but it does provide water, and an underground river has been redirected out of thin air, causing the deep well of the tribe to splash.

So, while thanking Dade for his sincere prayers, this subordinate department hurriedly began to produce activities, and the taxes to be handed over to the suzerain must not be less.

The top of the tribe breathed a sigh of relief, and the serfs at the bottom were also relieved, and just as they were happily supervising the farming work or carrying out the farming work, a piece of news from afar made the whole tribe fall into an ice cave....

"What! The grain transport corps ran away with the grain from the front line?!

”

In the midst of the chaff-like trembling, a suffocating sensation as if the sky had collapsed followed, and at this moment it flooded the throats of all the tribesmen;

Then, the sky of air cavalry arrived in the dark, destroying the tribe and killing all those who could breathe.

At this moment, a certain word of 'existence' seemed to echo in their minds again.....

Are we going to rebel?' ’

'No... Maybe it's just a rumor, maybe the suzerain will be merciful....'

However, the fantasy of 'misunderstanding' and 'mercy' did not come, only a high-spirited high Laiyin, with a few ordinary citizens, and a detachment of slave soldiers, came to the tribe at an inopportune moment, at a time when it should not have appeared, with a butcher's knife in his hand.

After that, the killing began..... Ten, dozens, hundreds of serfs died without resistance;

Are we going to rebel?' No, maybe they'll be satisfied with killing the serfs.....

The nobles trembled and begged for mercy, hoping to save them from death with the lives of the lowly serfs, but the noble head flew out more than a few meters with blood, and then the second and third......

Are we going to rebel?' No, maybe it won't be my turn to die at all, and the sect masters will rely on my help when they have vented their anger enough......

Then the heads of several nobles were cut off, and hundreds of serfs were killed, but their eyes were still closed, hoping to survive in the mercy of the sword-wielding man, or in the rest of his emotions.

"Die!"

A shout of self-death sounded in the crowd, and in the horrified expressions of the crowd, he grabbed the farm tool at hand and lifted the head of a slave soldier from behind;

When the white and red swayed, the expression of the martial artist was hideous, he held the farm tool in his hand tightly, and shouted angrily,

"Do you want to wait for death? Copying guys cut them down! ”

At first, there were only a few responders...... But a few red-eyed serfs, who had been staring at the corpses of their relatives and friends in their inner struggles, finally took up arms;

No, the tattered ones were too shabby to be called weapons, but they chose to resist;

And this kind of behavior, as if it provoked a certain heartstring of the remnant, let one hand unconsciously touch the guy who took advantage of it, or did not take advantage of it, even if they never made up their minds, but when the butcher knife was about to die, they also subconsciously waved their hands and completed the most important first stroke.

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Thus began the real revolt, and the more than 10,000 people in their anger drowned the slaughterers like a rising tide;

They tore slave soldiers and even a few ordinary people to the ground, and then slaughtered them all when the noble exclaimed, 'Don't';

No, they weren't all slaughtered.....

At least the high man who led the team came to Laiyin, who ran out of the siege circle early at some point and for some reason, was shouting frantically in the distance at this time,

"Crumbs! Wait for Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu will lead troops to level your tribe! Kill you things! ”

Then he rode the lion mount given by a certain mistress under his crotch, and ran away with his legs between his legs.

The killing that was taking place in the tribe also stopped soon after, and looking at the corpses of slaves all over the ground, especially the few of them, all the tribesmen calmed down, and felt a deep fear and even more extreme panic.

They looked at the 'first troublemaker' with a lot of confusion, but they had no choice but to do it at this point, but there was really no turning back, so they could only think about what to do next.

"Run....."

"Hide....."

"Young and strong, run with the young, we old guys will only be a burden, go to the grain transport corps, or just find a place to hide, there will always be a chance to live....."

At this time, no one is stupid enough to say anything about 'surrendering and striving for leniency', but where should so many old, weak, sick and disabled people run, and how to live if they run away, it has become the most helpless problem at the moment;

It seems that the best way is the most helpless way - to abandon the vast majority of the old and weak, and only hope that the part with the greatest probability can really survive.

On the other hand, the group of 'nobles' had almost accepted the reality at this time, and although they were helpless, they could only continue to think about it in the direction of 'escape';

Maybe it's because he usually eats too well, or maybe it's because he has a wider range of contacts, so his eyes roll, and the chief thinks of some kind of possibility of survival in death.....

"The god! We can ask the Almighty Deity! ”

"Yes, yes, worthy of the chief!"

"Yes, the gods will definitely help us!"

The chief's words were immediately accepted by the vast majority of his men, and his former and dangerous position seemed to be firmly established once again;

So, of course, the chief once again stood in the foreground and began to direct the rest of the people to carry out the rest of the matter.....

Gradually, a simple, and even unknowable altar was erected under a stack of stones, and then the whole tribe, led by the nobles, knelt down and prayed to God;

Unexpectedly, or perhaps unexpectedly, this rudimentary and unusual ritual was answered, and the voice of the gods did appear in the presence a moment later.....

"Raise your head, warrior, and tell me your name."

Although the god is invisible, his gaze is like substance, and his words are not directed at the front row, at the noble ones who show their expectation, but at the back row, in a corner that is faintly rejected;

Arndt..... My name is Arndt! ”

The person who was questioned was the serf who had taken the lead in resisting before, and he responded with some excitement and some confusion at this time.

"You are good, God loves the spirits, but God loves the self-helpers even more, Arndt.... I will give you your gaze, I will give you blessings and strength, and with my gifts, I will carry forward the sect of nature. ”

"It's... My lord.... What should I do? ”

Arndt, who had only done farm work and raised livestock all his life, was completely at a loss at this time, and his previous brave posture was simply like a cloud.

"The Wild Seed, the Wild Seed, the Fanged Seed, the Greedy Ones Who Have Defiled the Land, and the False Gods They Believe, for which the Doctrine of Nature shall be punished with the most severe punishment until they are willing to change;"

Great words, great vision, but for Arndt, it is a real unbearable weight......

“... Can..... But I'm so weak, my lord, I... I... I.... I think.... I can't do it. ”

To this, the god gave his reply, and the voice that seemed to be grand, but not leaking out at all, resounded in the place where all the tribesmen were concentrated,

"When God gives mercy, he also sends down instruction and strength."

"Mercy will be given to my son, and my son will let my teachings pass through and persuade the spirits of the world to take refuge, but strength will also be my son's best tongue in the face of the stubborn."

As soon as the words fell, a powerful savage power emerged from Arndt's body, along with a series of 'natural spells'...... Such as 'thorns', 'savage blessings', 'plant driven' and so on;

Arndt was clearly aware that these things, even if they were completely incomprehensible, had become abilities that could be used by him.

"Remember, you are not alone, for the eyes of the true God have descended on this world, Mother Earth, Thunder Punisher, Master of the Nether, God of Suffering and Virtue, God of Valor and War, Weaver of Nets, ....."

"And so on, these beings, and their believers, will be allies of my people until the false gods are pulled out, but only 'before they are pulled out'."

"Go, therefore, my sons and my people, to gather up strength, to resist, to overthrow those who defile nature to the earth, and then to build a thousand temples for me, and to proclaim my teachings, and I and my followers will win the world."

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At a time when the north has fallen into a series of strange changes due to natural disasters and 'man' disasters, the elven headquarters is also quietly carrying out some projects.....

On the physical level, there are a few strange and busy offices in the Altar of the Immortal, and there are a few more 'folders' in the Dream Wisdom Brain;

At the dream level, a large intricate net starts from the altar and covers the entire continent in the north, except that there are some differences in the sense of presence and some sparse gaps in each side;

The web is rooted in dreams that are maintained and unfolded in layers, and in the deepest part of these dreams, there seem to be some strange and unreal props......