"I never thought there would be such a serious end," Jiuli's face turned a little blue.
He remembered that when he first met the exiled native team, the old native cried and begged him to become the guardian of the tribe.
But what about the original guardians of that tribe? The tribe had already gone into exile. It was obvious what the fate of the original guardians would be, but he had never thought of it at the time.
"Actually, you don't need to be reminded of this kind of thing. You should also be able to think of it. No matter what force, once it is defeated, the existence with the highest power will generally not be able to escape."
Muria touched her chin, "If you don't want this worst outcome to happen, then you will do everything you can to strengthen yourself and the tribe you protect."
"I can……"
"No, you can't. The power of faith is entangled with you. You have already concluded a contract with them. You can't get rid of it. Your only choice now is to lead your tribe to rise."
Muria saw through this young man's thoughts at a glance and asked him to be responsible for a tribe similar to goblins. He thought too much. When things have unbearable consequences, it is normal to think of running away as soon as possible.
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"I..." Jiuli had the urge to explode.
"Don't regret it. Although your choice is a bit playful, in my eyes, it is quite a correct choice."
"Why?"
"Opportunities and risks are equal. If you take such a big risk, you will naturally enjoy equal opportunities. Wouldn't you become a god with this?"
"What kind of god am I? Although you say I am the God of Earth, I haven't felt the changes that being the God of Earth has brought about in me."
"The reason why you are not aware of the changes in yourself is because the tribe you are ruling now is too weak and cannot provide you with much faith."
Just as Muria was enjoying the pleasure of striking and comforting the young Earth God, the tribe ruled by the Jiuli Earth God arrived, and then Muria saw the scene he was used to seeing.
The moment this tribe with only more than 300 tribesmen saw their guardian appear, no matter who they were or what they were doing, they all faced the place where the black-haired young man appeared and knelt down with pious expressions.
Extremely.
Even young children who didn't understand anything were put in a kneeling posture by their parents, and then they called out Jiuli's name and recited words of praise. This was the scene that the ancient gods liked to see the most.
"I once asked them not to kneel down and worship me, but no one listened to me, so I just let it go for now."
Noticing Muria's gaze, Jiuli looked at the scene in front of him that had made him intoxicated before, and couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.
"No need to explain, I can understand your behavior." Seeing the somewhat embarrassed Earth God, Muria smiled, "And kneeling down to the guardian is not a special treatment exclusive to you, it should be the tradition of this race."
"Isn't it too arrogant for a mere earth god to want to change the rules of a race that has been passed down for countless years?" Muria smiled and turned into the golden-scaled giant Jiuli amidst the shouts.
"No, I just want to make some changes. Although they did make me feel comfortable at first, if they do this for a long time, it will seriously affect the efficiency of doing things."
The golden giant led Muria towards the center of the tribe. Wherever he passed, his heavy body left a series of footprints on the ground, and then some natives moved toward these footprints.
"Kneeling down is the simplest way for humanoids to show respect to gods. All you can do now is respect the traditions of the Rasha people, reach the top, and finally make changes."
Muria tilted her head slightly and watched these green-skinned natives kissing the footprints left by Jiuli, reciting words of praise, and looking enthusiastic. Moreover, judging from the decorations on these natives, they still had high status in the tribe.
Higher existence.
Muria scanned the scenery in front of him. As expected, he saw a totem pole about seven or eight meters high in the center of the tribe's residence.
"Speaking of which, your tribe is really backward, both in terms of buildings and weapons." Muria looked around. This is a very primitive tribe.
Totem poles, animal skin tents, wooden weapons, leaf clothing, huge beasts... everything shows how backward the tribe in front of them is.
However, there are totem poles and huge beasts standing in the center of the tribe, which shows that although this race or civilization is backward, it is not weak.
Although the earth gods have the character "earth", their essence is that they are gods who can use the power of faith. Although they are very weak and are not recognized by the true gods at all, if the earth gods accumulate a certain amount of faith, they may become true gods.
A civilization that can build giant ships and cannons only occupies an insignificant part of an island. In addition to their caution, it is also the native creatures of this world that have given them a big shock and frightened them.
"The backwardness of the Rasha people is caused by various reasons. But in my opinion, the terrain restricts them the most."
The giant led Muria into the tribe's largest bark house, and a faint smell of vanilla came from it, not as unpleasant as expected.
"Yes, the island terrain is difficult to nurture a developed civilization, and the exchange of information is too inconvenient. However, when I just flew over, I noticed that the Rasha tribe on the island all look very similar. This shows that in the
In the distant past, they were unified."
"This is speculation!" The giant sitting cross-legged looked at the tiny child.
"Well, there is no evidence, but the result will not be too different. This is a guess based on my experience."
"So, Mr. Mu, you are not a creature of this world, right? You are from another world just like me, right?" Jiuli's eyes were bright and sharp,
"Well, you only realized it now." Not only did Muria not show the look Jiuli expected, but she looked at him in surprise.
"Um." Jiuli couldn't help but feel frustrated in his heart, but in an instant, his deep curiosity covered up his frustration, "Mr. Mu, what is your world like?"
"Do you think I will tell you?" Muria looked at Jiuli sideways, looking at the earth god and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"Feel sorry!"
"No need to apologize. I know you don't have any common sense at all. Just pay attention next time. The act of randomly inquiring about other people's world information can be regarded as an aggressive intention."
Muria smiled, then opened the door curtain made of tiny vines, "I'll go out for a walk, you can deal with your things first."
"I..." The Earth God, who was about to say something just now, looked at the dragon who had left the tree house. His face was full of helplessness, and he said what he had not yet finished, "There is nothing to deal with!"
Things in the tribe are naturally handled by the native leader. As a guardian, he only needs to listen to the report from the native leader. Normally, if there is no war, his existence is like a mascot. Of course, it can also be regarded as a large buff.
No matter what Xia people do, their efficiency will be improved because of his presence.
"Blood sacrifice!"
After leaving the tree house, Muria strolled under the totem pole and saw the mottled blood at the bottom of the totem pole, as well as the strong and pungent smell of blood.
His focus was not here. It was normal for primitive tribes to perform blood sacrifices. His focus was on the patterns on the totem pole. At the top of the totem pole, he saw the bloody battle between the golden-scaled giant and the green-scaled snake man.
scene.
"It's interesting." Looking at the natural totem text, Muria looked at the natives next to him who had just tried to stop him, but were frightened by the dragon power he released and were paralyzed on the ground, unable to move. The lines on the totem pole were very...
It is obviously impossible to complete it with the craftsmanship of this tribe. The formation of this totem pole involves the participation of extraordinary power.
"Mr. Mu, I'm going home, you..."
"I'll go with you." Muria replied without thinking, not realizing at all how much trouble her behavior caused to the young earth god in front of her.
"This..." Jiuli, who had hesitated for a long time and had already constructed several arguments, turned stiff. The situation he was most afraid of appeared.
In his eyes, this dragon whose arrival is unknown and which he cannot defeat at this stage is just a bomb that will explode at an unknown time. He does not want to bring this bomb to his relatives, and he does not even want this dragon to exist.
Enter his world.
"Not happy?" Looking at the troubled expression of the pale young man in front of him, Muria laughed. "It's useless not to be happy. I have wings on my body. No matter where I want to go, you can't stop me."
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"No, I didn't." Jiuli hurriedly explained. After thinking about it, he really couldn't stop it. After all, there was such a big portal between his world and the island world. He couldn't seal it at all. The existence opposite wanted to sneak in.
His world is simply not too easy.
"Well, then I'll go with you." Muria looked at the compromised young man, "In order to make you feel more at ease, let's establish a more stable relationship!"
"What's the relationship?" Jiuli in giant form asked in surprise.
"I have experienced what it is like to be a father, but I have never experienced being a teacher, so are you interested in becoming my first student?" Muria asked with a smile.
"You...you want to be my teacher?" Jiuli was shocked.
"What? Do you think I'm not qualified?"
"No, I..." No matter how he thought about it, Jiuli felt that Mr. Mu's proposal was full of malice.
"Since it's not the case, then it's settled." Muria's attitude was unquestionable and decisive, giving Jiuli no chance to refuse.
"From now on, I am your teacher. As a teacher, I will give you a gift as a testimony of our teacher-student relationship!"