Gret's face became more and more serious.

Two gods... No, the gods of the two forces, with their subordinates, the totem gods, the beasts, the priests, and the warriors, were ready to open the film. With such a scene of smoke, did he want to smuggle the blockade?

Grett made up for it, before d  day, the cloudy days.

What would it be like if a team that is not an Allies nor Axis powers want to smuggle from Normandy Beach or from any beach in the English Channel...

He was trembling and coldly, feeling that there seemed to be an exclamation mark on his forehead, with a huge, bold and bold word "seeking death".

"What is the Eagle Country?" he asked cautiously:

"How many people do they have? How many warriors do they have? How strong are their gods? What are their powers, their gods and priests?"

"Well……"

The first question was that the old witch sacrifice stumped. Grett suspected that this was because the natives of the New World did not have the concept of "population survey". He quickly changed the question:

"How many people are there in all the tribes here?"

"Well……"

Well, we have to continue to split. Gret simply turned to the Bison Tribe, the Kestrel Tribe, the Black Panther Tribe... the chiefs and witch festivals of each tribe, asking one by one:

"How many people are there in your tribe?...you?you?you?"

"Two or three thousand."

"two thousand."

"Five thousand."

"More than three thousand, a group of deaths have died of epidemics, and there have been less than three thousand recently..."

In total, the total number of tribes gathered here floated between about 40,000 or 50,000. Gret thought for a while:

"So, is the population of the Eagle Kingdom more or less than all of you here combined?"

"That must be much!"

“A lot more!”

"How many times more? Double, five times, or ten times?"

“…”

Yes, there was no sound again. Gret sighed helplessly:

He really missed his past life... If you want to know how many people there are in a country or a city, you can just use Baidu... Although it may be the data from a year or two ago, the overall difference is almost the same...

Well, there are other ways to refer to. Grett thought quickly and continued to ask:

"Do they have a capital? How big is their capital?"

"There is a capital!" The old Wu Ji nodded affirmatively:

"There is a dandelion, I mean, one of our tribesmen who traveled abroad has visited their capital. It is a basin surrounded by mountains, with fifty Puskas as big as..."

Looking at Gret's confused eyes, he quickly added:

"It takes a whole day to walk from the direction of sunrise to the sunset, and from the direction of cold wind to the direction of warm wind, it takes a whole day to walk from the direction of cold wind."

"It is 200 miles wide from east to west and 400 miles long from north to south." Mr. Valencimo, who is more familiar with the New World, whispered behind Gret.

It was a very large basin. Gret took a breath of air conditioning and looked in awe:

This area is many times larger than that of the Sichuan-Shu Plain!

Although he can't say a number of people in the Sichuan-Shu Plain, there should be no problem with hundreds of millions. Even if the indigenous people have limited productivity and cannot support so many people, move the decimal point forward by one, ten million?

"Ah, half of this basin is a lake, a very clear and beautiful lake called the Tears of the God of the Mountains. The other half is the place where people live."

The old witch sacrifice quickly patched it. Grey nodded:

Ten million is a half-discount, five million, but it’s okay... What a ghost! The entire Kent Kingdom has only more than 10 million people, and it’s definitely less than 20 million!

The population of the Kent Kingdom has supported three beliefs: the God of Nature, the Temple of the God of War, and the Temple of the Spring Water! There are also some who believed in the God of Glory before. The God of Glory was driven out for not many years, and most of them have not converted to the belief...

Five million people, to a god, no, how powerful can a god be? His strongest priest should have a legend, right?

"What about their power characteristics?"

"The power is very distinctive. The warriors of the Eagle God are divided into Black Hawk Warrior, White Hawk Warrior, and Golden Hawk Warrior." The old Wuji said one by one with his fingers:

"The Black Hawk Warrior can use the power of the Eagle God to glide briefly, and the White Hawk Warrior can fly. The Golden Hawk Warrior can throw spears with the power of the sun and can burn through the black mist of the diseased girl on the spot."

Hiss... I don't know how to distinguish this level. If the Black Hawk Warriors compete with the Knights, the White Hawk compete with the Big Knights of Level 10, and the Golden Eagle compete with the Sky Knights of Level 15... Gret fought a cold war and was shot by a group of Sky Knights, and Serera couldn't stand it, right?

"Do you want me to go home and call me mom and dad?"

Serera was also a little vague, and rubbed over small steps, pulling Gret's corner of the clothes. Gret shook his head very firmly:

"No. It's really necessary, I'll go back and invite the teacher..."

Rescue Lynn, to the small, it was his own business, to the big, it was the parliamentary business. It was already the limit to let Serera take risks alone. If necessary, she must first ensure her safety. What's wrong with letting her parents come forward?

Is there no legend in the parliament?

He stared at the old witch priest, waiting for his next description. The power of the Eagle God Warrior is sunshine, what about the snake god? What about the snake god priests who are called "female snakes"?

"As for the serpents, they are representatives of the earth and death. They give the earth abundance, the grain harvest, and the livestock to grow. At the same time, they lead all the dead to the underworld and look forward to their resurrection."

"In fact, executing sacrifices, especially using human sacrifices to please the gods, and serving the dead kings, has always been the duty of the snake god priests. The most powerful female snakes are powerful people walking on the boundary between life and death."

Gret subconsciously closed his eyes. Okay, no need to ask, Brother Lynn must have lost it there...

Isn’t that the indigenous version of the Necromancer? I just advanced to level 9 and was full of energy. Brother Lin Neng, who went to the New World to gain insights, would climb up to the plateau to take a look!

And the problem now is:

"How strong can the Golden Eagle Warrior and the Female Snake?" He looked around and looked around the Great Witch Sacrifice and the Chiefs in the square:

The Golden Eagle Warrior and the Female Snake are the main forces in fighting the diseased girls; the natives here also want to gather together to fight the diseased girls; then their warriors and priests, or at least, their totem gods, can't they be too weak, right?

"How strong are their gods? Can their gods take action themselves? Can your gods take action themselves?"

The great witch priests exchanged their eyes and their expressions stretched a little. The chief of the Buffalo tribe walked out:

"Dear guest, your enemies are very powerful, and it is very dangerous to go to save people. We sincerely ask you to stay for a few days to help our soldiers be protected from the effects of the epidemic. As a reward, terrain, intelligence, warriors, we can provide everything!"

Gret was moved. He looked back at Cerra, then looked at Bernard and Valencimo, who were tight and obviously nervous, and pondered for a moment:

"The territory of your tribe should be very vast, right? I kept walking west from here, passing by the Bison Tribe and the Black Panther Tribe on the way, providing you with treatment all the way to exchange for your information? This will not delay your affairs, nor will it delay me."

"Dear guest, you don't have to be so anxious." In the slight commotion, it was another old witch sacrifice of the Dandelion tribe who came forward to stop him:

"If something happens to your friend, then the greatest possibility is that he is regarded as a sacrifice for human sacrifice. The Eagle Kingdom has always cherished foreigners when using it. Human sacrifices are usually at the moment when the sun is strongest every summer solstice."

Gret quickly calculated the time. Reversely speaking, when Mr. Troca ran over, the summer solstice should have passed when Brother Lynn had an accident; and now it is winter, according to the calendar of the Kent Kingdom, it should not be the New Year yet.

In other words, if Brother Lynn was killed immediately because he had trespassed into the forbidden area, it would still be safe now. By the summer solstice next year, it would be nearly half a year before being pushed onto the altar of the human sacrifice.

He let out a breath and lowered his shoulders. The old witch of the Dandelion tribe immediately took the opportunity to get it:

"Dear guests, let's go back to the stage first? Please treat the children of the Kestrel tribe. Here we prepare a map of the Eagle Country and news about relevant strong men, and arrange people to go and inquire. If you need it, we can also recommend a group of warriors to accompany you."

He made a gesture, and someone immediately tiptoed and left quickly. The old Wuji exchanged glances with the tribe leaders and continued to smile:

"If your partner is interested, you can also fight with tribal warriors. I guess the power of the warriors of the Eagle Kingdom. As for how strong our totem god is, this requires a grand sacrifice to communicate with them..."

Gret sighed secretly, turned to the high platform, and slowly walked up surrounded by the great wizards. Up to the highest point of the four-story mound, a large number of soldiers had already been rushing up, carrying the patients of the Kestrel tribe and walking quickly towards the temple.

Well, I can't take off my hands anymore. Gret shrugged and went to see the patient, [Remove the disease], [Remove the disease] slapped the heads of the mild patients one by one.

Just after the filming, a noise suddenly broke out behind him, Tong, Tong, Tong, and the earth was shaking. Gret suddenly turned around and saw a warrior wearing hard cowhide armor and a cow horn helmet coming out and walking straight towards Bernard:

"I am Hadig, the barbarian bull warrior of the Buffalo tribe!"

He hammered his shoulder hard, and his fist hit the cowhide armor, making a muffled "bang" sound:

"I once fought with the White Eagle Warrior of the Eagle Country, and there is no chance of winning or losing! This morning, the warrior you knocked over was my brother, and I want to challenge you!"

Bernard untied the big bone stick without saying a word.

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