Chapter 1492 The way to break the situation, the particularity of faith!
The Benlei Tribe has fallen!
It poured extremely quickly!
On the day when the news of Shado's death broke out, the entire tribe was emptied of people, and all the core members were evacuated.
In such a large tribe, only a small number of ordinary tribesmen who did not know the truth were left at night. They were used as scapegoats and were divided among the tribes who came in anger. They were used as slaves to atone for their previous arrogance.
As for supplies.
Naturally, all the precious food resources were taken away, not even a single cent of rations was left for the remaining people.
And those that could be left behind during the evacuation were mostly worthless items.
After careful calculation, if they had to bear the daily food of these slaves, the tribes would even suffer a lot.
"Fuck, if you still can't make any contribution after the deep winter, I will sell you to the slave transport team to pay off the debt!"
The leader of the Dilong Tribe said fiercely, causing all the new slaves to quickly lower their heads in fear.
After being divided among the tribes, although they were nominal slaves, their lives were not much different from those of ordinary residents. Over time, they could even integrate into the tribe and become official residents.
However, if sold to a slave transport team, they would be real slaves.
Where you will be taken and what you will do at that time all depends on God's will. You may have to go to the radiation zone to perform a mission.
When the clan leaders of other tribes saw this, they also threatened them in a formal way.
It was the Fire Fist tribe's turn. Because Sumo was seriously injured, it was Huang Xiangyu who divided up the slaves on his behalf.
And considering that Shado was killed by Thomas, the Fire Fist tribe received the largest population at the moment.
A total of thirty-five people.
Counting the original population of the Fire Fist Tribe, it is only a single digit short of a hundred people.
"Captain Huang, we need to keep in touch more in the future!"
"Captain Huang, if you need anything next, just tell me directly. We tribes don't want to be insincere."
"Yes, yes, it's a pity that Patriarch Su didn't come today. I'll visit him in person another day."
"As long as we can survive the deep winter, life in the coming year will definitely be better than last year!"
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In the past, if Huang Xiangyu appeared on such an occasion, he would not cooperate with the clan leaders at all.
However, now, the chiefs of the six tribes were surrounding him almost the whole time, one by one, Captain Huang.
In response to this, Huang Xiangyu smiled and nodded.
He knew very well that these people did not respect him, nor did they have any interests in him to covet.
Our current status is all thanks to Priest Toma and Chief Soma!
"Clan leader, priest, I will not betray this trust, and I will also become stronger!"
After taking a look at the anxious slaves, Huang Xiangyu secretly made a decision in his heart.
Time flies.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The death of Shadu and the defeat of the Benlei tribe restored the usual tranquility in Crack No. 37.
During this period, the forces in the dark seemed to have determined that Shado died at the hands of a foreign priest.
Sumo arranged for manpower to set up a lot of warnings around the Fire Fist tribe, but in the end he was unable to use them.
"It seems that what I did was right. At least I gained some valuable development time."
Sitting cross-legged in the empty patriarch's hut, the oil lamp on the table illuminated Somo's eyes.
In front of him were two simple and thick parchment books.
One of them comes from the Bingyun tribe and is called "Oracle Records". It records many situations in which mortals received oracles, as well as the contents of rewards whose authenticity is uncertain.
The other book comes from the Benlei tribe and is called "Priest Ritual Ceremony". It records more than ten different rituals in detail, each with its own unique effects.
In half a month, while recovering from his illness, Sumo had engraved all the contents of the two books on his heart.
Now, except for having no magical talent, his professional abilities are no less than those of ordinary tribal priests.
However, it is precisely this that highlights the importance of magical talent.
After all, no matter how much you know, without talent, you are still just an ordinary mortal.
Only by acquiring talents in accordance with regulations can one truly break away from the mortal class and embark on the road to becoming stronger.
"If you want to obtain talents, according to the rules of this world, there are only two ways to choose."
"First, look for the elusive oracle, which is the task issued by the trigger game. As long as you can complete some special tasks, you will receive rewards and talents from the game. This is how the original priests were born.
It's a pity that there are very few oracles that have not been completed yet, and even fewer are left after screening the magical talents. If the people who designed the world are sure that I will choose this method, it is very likely that there are still big holes in it!
"
Many thoughts flashed through Somo's mind.
If we go back three to five years, it would not be that difficult to find the unknown oracle and complete this path.
According to the records in "Oracle Records", many ordinary mortals just went out for a walk and accidentally triggered certain special oracles, and easily obtained the magical talents rewarded by the game.
However, to this day, this type of oracle has been tried and completed by countless people.
According to the records, the number of times the oracle has been completed has long been exhausted.
Even if you copy the behavior of those people one to one, you will never get the reward from 'God'.
Trying to find a new oracle?
Sumo just thought about it for a moment and then rejected this dangerous idea.
After seeing the ability of the priest and the status of ordinary mortals, he now even thinks that it is no small miracle that he was able to hike to the Fire Fist tribe for four consecutive days in the first place!
It is very likely that the game has been guiding from the rear, thus avoiding some dangerous areas.
Otherwise, you will inevitably have to fight hard when encountering those snow bandits who wander around the cracks and make a living by robbing.
In this way, there is only one way left to obtain talents.
Accumulate divine minerals and complete the talent ritual.
Thomas wasn't talking nonsense. Three kilograms of divine ore was indeed the safest number in the record.
Even people with no talent can still obtain rewards from ‘gods’ by relying on the power of rituals.
However, there are also many people in the records who are sure that their talents have exploded, and they have completed the talent ritual with only one kilogram.
There are also some gamblers who have completed the talent ritual with a smaller amount and escaped from the mortal body.
But in the final analysis, these records have limited reference significance and cannot be implemented as a practical plan.
Unable to judge his own talent, Sumo did not want to take the risk of wasting the divine ore he had finally collected.
Therefore, three kilograms of divine mineral is a must!
"It's really troublesome. Although Thomas' promotion to the fourth-level priest is close at hand, even if he becomes the fourth-level priest, he still cannot achieve absolute crushing strength in Crack No. 37. He can only say that when facing a large tribe, he will
Keep enough.”
"And if you rely on your strength to plunder other tribes, what's the difference between it and the Benlei tribe? If you are really hit by a passing priest from a low-numbered crack, all plans will be ruined!"
Inevitably, Sumo once again felt how deep the thoughts of those who designed the world were.
From the small Zhushikeng tribe, Zhang Tai was able to marry his daughter to the Yunxiao tribe, forming a powerful alliance.
Those tribes with fourth-level priests and fifth-level priests will inevitably have strong support from outside the rift.
Unless you have absolute crushing strength, taking action hastily will only make you passive.
"No, am I thinking too complicated?!"
With this in mind, Sumo reviewed all the information he had collected.
Close your eyes.
Countless pieces of information passed through my mind, organized into an airtight network.
This is a big net laid out by the designer, just to trap the fish like him in the net.
And if you want to jump out of this net, there are only two holes left at the top for the exit.
"No, that's not the case. If we follow the other party's arrangements, how can we jump out of this net?"
Suddenly, Sumo realized the crux of the problem.
Since the aliens were able to design a world where magical arts were respected, they must have anticipated that humans would be even more powerful than the aliens if they mastered magical arts.
If you follow the other party's plan, you may become a ninth-level priest in the end, but it will still be of no use.
The foreign race must have a way to restrain human magic. This is the real conspiracy!
"Choosing the path of divine magic can solve the immediate difficulties, but it will not win the final battle of faith."
"The battle of faith."
"Belief!"
Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes and broke into a cold sweat.
In a world where magic is respected, people forget the true purpose of entering the world while pursuing virtual power.
Whether it's talent or magic, these are actually means of accumulating faith.
In the end, what all parties are competing for is faith, not the so-called magic, not a battle of skills!
Soma stood up and opened the window.
Compared with half a month ago, the Fire Fist tribe is much larger now, and several new shacks have been built.
The assigned slaves were also very conscious, rushing to work every day and digging back a lot of radiation mines.
Do these people have faith?
Probably not.
Not to mention them, perhaps even the priest Thomas still has not yet implemented the concept of 'god'.
The degree of their belief should be the degree of firmness in their own beliefs.
Once faith collapses, so does faith!
And if we want to engage in a battle of faith, how can it be enough to just rely on this spontaneous belief?
"Fortunately, fortunately it's not too late to realize this."
Sumo let out a long sigh of relief.
He was extremely lucky that it was not too late to find a solution.
Wow!
It's late at night again.
A simple gray divine light fell from the sky, pouring on Thomas, leaving a rune mark.
Compared with the miracle of being promoted from the second level to the third level, the promotion from the third level to the fourth level seems much more ordinary.
Not only is there no special reward like "Going to the Mortal Level", but even the benefits of low-level divine spells have come to an end.
Thomas briefly tested it and found that the speed of the Fire Fist technique was slightly increased again, but the power was only increased by less than 20%.
Although it is enough to dominate the surrounding tribes, compared with the veteran fourth-level priests of the same level, it is definitely not enough!
There's no way around it.
In addition to divine magic, low-level priests sometimes also need close combat, and there are often situations where priests are overturned in the hands of mortals.
But when a priest reaches a high level, his combat power sources have already become comprehensive.
Not only physical fitness is very important.
Powerful attack magic, special magic that can make the final decision, and unknown secret rituals.
These are the true heritage of the priest.
This is the fundamental reason why those low-serial number cracks can still suppress high-serial number cracks to this day.
"Clan leader, I have been promoted to level four!"
Before dawn, Thomas stood in front of Somo's shack wearing a long coat, waiting for Somo to get up and open the door to report as soon as possible.
"Priest Thomas, you don't have to be like this. I believe you."
Before Somo finished speaking, he saw Thomas stubbornly shaking his head.
"Patriarch, there is no need to say such words in the future. Thomas is where he is today, all thanks to the patriarch."
"If I forget my roots, won't I deviate from my original intention of becoming a priest?"
Thomas said it very seriously.
Just like these days, no matter what the occasion, he would always talk about Soma, the patriarch.
So much so that the new slaves are wondering why the priests of the Fire Fist Tribe respect a mortal leader so much, which is completely inconsistent with their understanding of the tribal structure.
"If you think so, I won't stop you, but I happen to have something to tell you!"
Somo smiled and nodded, motioning for Thomas to follow him into the room.
Compared with the past few days, there is a bit more scholarly atmosphere in the patriarch's shack today.
One after another, thick and simple books were piled in the corner, occupying nearly a quarter of the room.
However, after entering the house, Thomas' attention was not on these books, but on the "ornaments" on the large work table.
"Chief, what is this?"
Thomas narrowed his eyes slightly. Figure ornaments were not common in the wasteland, especially this ornament looked unusual.
Moreover, using his magical talent, he could vaguely sense that this ornament contained a special power.
Although it is weak, it is inextricably linked to divine magic.
"This is God's reward!"
Sumo's face didn't turn red, his heart didn't beat, and he said loudly.
"Same as the divine spell given to you before, this is a reward given to our Fire Fist tribe by the 'Big Rock' god!"
"What?"
Thomas was shocked, a trace of astonishment flashed across his face.
"I said, this is the reward given to our Fire Fist tribe by the 'Big Rock' god!"
Somo repeated it again.
Although he had already guessed that it would be difficult to implement a named god, Thomas' reaction exceeded his previous expectations.
"The Stone God?"
Thomas swallowed his saliva and suddenly looked nervous.
There are 112 radiation cracks. Except for the gods that the snow bandits believe in have names and surnames, the beliefs of other tribes are just unified 'gods'.
This ‘god’ has no name, no surname, no roots, no bottom, and no aspirations.
Many people once wanted to give him a name and build a shrine, but in the end they all ended up with the same result.
Faith collapses and talent disappears.
The tribe was in civil strife, and everything disappeared in the long river of history.
"Clan leader, you...haven't you been deceived by the snow bandits?"
Cold sweat dripped down Thomas's forehead, and he glanced cautiously at Somo standing in front of the table.
Not only was he worried that speaking so frankly would hurt Somo's self-esteem, but he was also worried that he had not warned him in place and the Fire Fist tribe would be deceived by the snow bandits.
Once you believe in these wild gods, you will insult the true God and be punished by the gods.
The great development situation of the Fire Fist Tribe may completely collapse in an instant.
And even he, a fourth-level priest, would lose his talent in an instant and become a mortal.