Hearing the four words that suddenly popped out of Connie's mouth, although Sumo had tried to control his expression, he still couldn't help but reveal a trace of shock.
According to the known information, those who have certain authority will become "gods".
Originally this matter should have been extremely secretive, but all the alien races actually knew about it and headed to the wasteland as a target.
This wave, the amount of information is simply exploding!
"Yes, from the time I was born, no, from the time I received the inherited memory, countless generations of ancestors from our lion tribe have been following the ancestral gods' instructions."
"Generation after generation of us were born, and generation after generation were sent to this wasteland to find the thing that the ancestor gods said would become gods."
"But it's a pity that our lion tribe has not found it for a long time!"
"And because there is no god-like thing, the blessings we can get from our ancestors are getting weaker and weaker, which has led to our strength becoming what it is today."
"If it could have been tens of thousands of years earlier, maybe we, the Lion Tribe, would be a well-known royal family in the wasteland now!"
One puff after another, the small green Qingdao jar in Connie's hand was quickly finished by her.
This unique beer on earth has a strange taste when it first enters your mouth, but the more you drink it, the more difficult it becomes for Connie to stop and continue her "pace".
After Somo took the new bottle "sensiblely" and handed over the perfectly grilled beef skewers, more exciting secrets slowly came out of Connie's mouth.
"I know that after hearing about something that can become a god, I will definitely want to look for it. After all, who doesn't want to become a god?"
"But it's a pity that whether it's in the inherited memory or the instructions from the clan before departure, we don't even know what this so-called "god-like thing" looks like or what it is!"
"All we know are these four words!"
"And all the aliens know are these four words. No one has more specific information, because the appearance of the object that becomes a god is different every time, and the form of existence is not clear."
After taking a big bite of the beef skewers and drinking a big gulp of beer, Connie's nagging look made Somo feel a little dazed.
If the cool breeze from the wasteland hadn't stopped, the Hope in the distance would still be towering over the land.
This look is very much like being at a food stall on earth, drinking and bragging with friends.
"What about you? Didn't you say that you came here on your own initiative to become a god?" Sumo asked again after taking a sip of beer.
"I admit, before I came here, I did have such a fantasy."
"But now, becoming a god? Do you really believe in becoming a god?"
"No way, Sumo, I have never seen a god in my life since I was born. Oh no, the only god I have ever seen was killed by you."
With a twisted expression of whether she was crying or laughing, Connie stood up and swayed gently by the platform.
This kind of dance would definitely be extremely weird if it were danced by a human being.
But on Connie's body, with the little blue whirlwinds dancing from time to time, it seems quite mysterious.
"What if I say that disaster has struck me this time and I want to go find Poseidon?"
hiss.
This sentence seemed to press the pause button for Connie. Connie, who was still dancing happily, was stunned for a moment.
The small whirlwind that appeared on her body also dissipated simultaneously, and even the small green jar in her hand fell to the ground with a dull sound.
On her face, there was a look of surprise and a hint of...???
"What, you want to find Poseidon?"
"Aren't you going to the New World?"
Connie, who was still a little drunk, said at this moment:
Sober!
If Sumo didn't know about the foreign race's plan, he would have gone to find Poseidon, but now that he knows.
Isn’t that seeking death???
"You know that there are tigers in the mountains, but you prefer to go to the tiger mountains. You can do it, Sumo. Do you know what kind of enemies you need to face when you go to find the Poseidon?"
"Aren't they just the five major royal families? What's there to be afraid of? You just said that your lion-human clan has been a well-known royal family for tens of thousands of years!"
"The result is that it is not in decline now. This shows that the royal family is not invincible."
"Besides, don't I still have your help?"
Somo spread his hands and pulled off a bunch of beef. While eating and drinking, Somo spoke with confidence.
"Isn't it just the five royal families?"
"My help."
These words made the lioness Connie become angry.
The anger and surprise that originally appeared on his face turned into cries and laughter under his crooked mouth.
"What use am I? I only have two losers under my command now, a lame cook and a one-eyed archer."
"Fuck, this archer was trained by me spending 50 points to exchange chips with others. Who do you expect him to kill these two fools?"
"Kill the cursed tiger? Kill the crystal dragon?"
"When you go, we won't be ripped off by others, especially if you killed a god. If they think you have something to become a god, it will be even worse. We will be beaten by tens of millions of idiots.
Crazy pursuit!"
After learning some human languages and integrating into Hope Village, the lioness Connie began to become "elegant and easy-going".
As if she was incompetent and furious, when she said these words, some of her hair stood up in anger and was placed on her body like a comb.
"No, no, no, don't belittle yourself, we need you very much now."
Seeing that the lioness finally took the bait, Somo finally couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He stood up from the ground and came to the platform where the lioness was standing.
"Look, look at the Hope, it has a sub-legendary level!"
"Believe me, as long as you give it a blessing, we can drive it and gallop on this ocean."
"At that time, let alone the alien races, even the five royal families, we can drive the Hope and smash their butts."
"Your cook will have the opportunity to cook various foreign races, and your archers will also become the pride of the Lion Tribe!"
"And you, Connie, can also accomplish your purpose of coming to this wasteland!"
Drawing big cakes, inciting people's hearts, standing on a high platform, with the heroic spirit of not taking the five royal families in his eyes from the beginning to the end, Somo's words suddenly became high-spirited.
"Don't you want to be a god?"
"Follow me, and one day you will become the new Lion God!"
Staring into Connie's eyes, Somo did not dodge at all. This burning gaze immediately made Connie's whole body tense up.
"so."
"Can I bless your Hope and then stay on the mountain with the villagers?"
Swallowing her saliva with difficulty, Connie couldn't help but take a step back as she looked at the "crazy" Sumo.
There are crazy people every year, and they are afraid of coming to my house.
For the five royal families, the fear suppressed in the bloodline memory told her
Even if they are sitting on the Hope, if there is no numerical parity, the chance of victory is completely zero.
"Oh, my Connie, how could you say such sad things?"
"Don't you want your participation in cleaning up the five royal families?"
"As the leader of a fallen lion man, I will severely humiliate them and tell them, thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river!"
"Isn't this cool?"
"I don't want to go." Connie took a small step back again and saw that she had reached the edge of the cliff. Connie looked frightened.
"No, you want to go!"
Pulling Connie back to the grill, Somo had a hint of compulsion in his eyes.
"No, I don't want it"
"No, you want it!"
After repeatedly confirming that Sumo's eyes did not seem to be "serious", Connie finally did not run away this time.
"Can't you do it without me?"
"I can't do it without you!"
Questions and answers followed. Connie asked seriously, and Somo answered seriously.
The aroma of cumin erupted on the barbecue grill in front of them, but at this time, neither of them had any intention of dealing with the food in front of them.
You stare at me, I stare at you, eventually.
"But I'm just an ordinary lion priest, my blessing"
"No, your blessings are enough. Besides, don't you get rewards for fighting ethnic wars? If I take you to fight more, your level will go up!"
Every time Connie said something, Somo responded with the same words.
To be fair, for such an overlord, the effect of forcing the bow is not very good.
But suddenly, after thinking of the lion man's blessing in the underground shelter, Connie shook her head and sat down as if she was suddenly discouraged.
The small green can that had fallen to the ground and had not yet finished leaking was picked up again by her.
As for the beef, Connie drank a big mouthful of it "lonely", then picked up a skewer of beef and bit into it hard.
"Suma, you. Do you know what the source of our alien race's power is?"
"Oh?" Sumo looked over as if he was confused.
For these strange and fantasy abilities, if it was still a little mysterious before, it was full of an impenetrable "coat".
So after becoming the "God of Cookery", Somo already had some guesses.
"Our strength does not come from the ancestor gods, nor does it come from cultivation, only games."
"Only games will give us power!"
"As for the strength of our abilities, we can only rely on the blessing of the ancestor gods. We enter this wasteland and fight for it ourselves."
"Being able to become the youngest priest of the Lion Tribe is not because of my extraordinary talent, nor is it because of my great luck, but because of my parents."
Connie's eyes were like emeralds, shining in the moonlight.
There was reminiscence on her face, but after mentioning the word parents, her words suddenly stopped and she talked about another thing.
"The "quota" for each race to enter the wasteland in each period is fixed, but these quotas can be accumulated and entered at once after accumulating to a certain amount."
"The reason why our lion clan declined is because we once accumulated 189 quotas. In one phase, we entered 20,000 lions at once, and a full 150,000 later, but I don't know
What accident happened? All of these 170,000 people died!"
"It is precisely because of this accident that all the backbones and warriors of our Lion Tribe were wiped out, the ancestor gods also suffered heavy losses, and even the world we live in has become devastated."
"Of course, other races also had a hard time. Except for the five major royal families who chose the smallest investment at that time, other races used all their accumulation just like us."
Bottles of Qingdao Pure Health are really powerful when used in the right place.
Seeing Connie pouring out so many secrets like beans, Sumo didn't miss this opportunity and continued to ask:
"Why did the five royal families choose the minimum investment?"
"I don't know. Going here to use all our resources and strength is an oracle from the ancestors. We still don't know what happened in that battle."
"And my parents were in this battle."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this, let's continue talking about strength. After our defeat this time, the ancestor god issued a new oracle."
"In the future, when we go to the wasteland, according to the investment system we adopt, the number of places we enter the wasteland in each phase will still only account for 10% of the total number of places. The other places will still be stored. As long as the people who enter can reach a node or win the war,
With more value, the ethnic group will invest more, otherwise, the ethnic group will choose to give up this period."
"If you told me twelve days ago that you would take me to win the clan war and continue to let the Lion Clan increase investment in me and help me improve my power level, then I would be very happy."
"But now you understand."
Looking at the sky, Connie shed two drops of tears from the corners of her eyes. She didn't know whether she was sad for the death of her parents, or sad that the lion tribe had abandoned her.
The animal world is much more real than the interest disputes between humans.
In their eyes, there is no sophistication, no racial dignity, only endless benefits!
If you can provide value, we will invest in you to make you stronger and stronger.
If your value is gone, we will terminate it decisively and wait for the next opportunity.
"Then there is no other way to increase strength?"
Tentatively, after seeing Connie's performance, Sumo still asked this question.
If we say that the improvement of strength between alien races is not what we originally thought, it is a process of killing monsters and gaining experience.
As long as you keep winning battles, you can gain more power, just like playing online games.
Rather, as Connie said, it becomes an act of showing one's strength and value and attracting investment from the ethnic group. So after being abandoned by the ethnic group, there is really no solution for wanting to increase one's power to a certain extent.
But unexpectedly, Connie's answer surprised Sumo:
"Yes, and the method is in you. No, it's in your Oreos!"