?After a charming night, Todd woke up from the bed, looked at Deirdre lying next to him, the redness still lingering on her cheeks, smiled and gently stroked her hair, and then walked down the stairs.
After dressing neatly and having a simple breakfast, Todd opened the door of the small building and took a step out. He was surprised to catch a glimpse of Evie leaning against the door: "How long have you been here?"
Evie glanced inside the door, raised her eyebrows and said, "Not long."
Finding that Todd still looked confused, Evie stood up straight: "Are you ready?"
"Prepare? Prepare for what?"
Evie gave a thumbs up and pointed in the direction of the central temple in the basin: "You have been away for such a long time, of course it is a worship ceremony!"
Todd sighed and was about to leave when Evie held him back.
Todd frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Evie pointed to his clothes and said helplessly: "Aren't you going to use this image to meet your believers?"
Only then did Todd realize that the believers were worshiping him in his tyrant form, not his current appearance.
After folding the clothes and putting them away, Todd activated the Tyrant Virus in his body and began his transformation.
When the tyrant, who was more than ten meters tall, appeared in the center of the basin, a wave of fanaticism suddenly set off among the believers.
Believers of the gods from various northern kingdoms and different tribes knelt around the temple, chanting devoutly the hymns of the gods taught by the shaman.
When the tyrant's huge body passed by them, every believer was so excited that they couldn't help themselves. People put their most precious wealth or items on both sides of the road where the tyrant walked, just hoping to get the son of the gods.
Favor and attention.
With a radius of two kilometers, Todd was a little stunned when he saw the temple with three floors inside and three floors outside surrounded by a huge crowd of people.
The total number of so many believers probably exceeds 10,000, and there are still people outside trying to squeeze in. If Alfonso hadn't led the army to maintain order, this temple would have been crushed into ruins.
Under the watchful eyes of the believers, Todd ducked his head and entered the temple door.
The interior of the temple has been improved a lot compared to the past.
The originally narrow space of the temple has now been expanded to six times its original size. Standing at one end of the temple, the sound of shouting can continue to echo in the vast hall.
The original statue of the tyrant, the throne of God and the ceremonial platform, the building materials have changed from the original stone and wood to the current gold and precious stones.
Dozens of huge obsidian totems were erected around the temple, with complex rune characters engraved on them.
The throne is filled with all kinds of jewelry and coins donated by believers; on the walls, barbarian painters use gold powder and mineral colors to vividly describe every victory achieved by the tyrant.
Sitting on the high platform at the end of the day, Todd first looked at the astronomical star map inlaid with colorful gems on the roof, then lowered his head and looked at the gold coins and treasures that had nowhere to go.
The three words "nouveau riche" slowly appeared in his mind.
Evie stood next to Todd and poked his scales with the hilt of her sword, signaling that the followers of his gods were waiting to be summoned.
Todd reacted and nodded immediately, indicating that it was time to start.
Some of the bravest and most devout believers in Froststone City were selected by the shamans according to their respective contributions and merits. They lined up in a long line and came to Todd one by one and knelt down before him.
At their feet, they presented their most precious goods or trophies with both hands.
Todd was quite interested in this form of worship at first, but over time, he felt extremely bored.
The form of the dialogue is nothing more than this:
"Supreme son of the gods! I am your humble servant, your fanatical believer! I am xxx from xxx. In order to restore the glory of the gods, I dedicate the most precious xxx to you! I am willing to xxx for you,
I beg you to give me the blessings of the gods..."
After going through hundreds of repeated conversations, Todd would say a few words from time to time at first, but later, he simply didn't bother to speak and just waved his hand.
However, among so many people worshiping, he found a few things that interested him.
One is the shaman Minnie, who led a group of fellow shamans and dedicated the newly made top-quality snus to him.
Due to her body shape, the small can of snuff in Minnie's hand turned into a small amount of powder in Todd's hand.
However, after trying it personally, Todd was very satisfied with the taste, smell and quality. In order to reward the shamans for their achievements, in addition to mass production in Froststone City, he also authorized these shamans to cultivate and improve their own cultivation to a limited extent.
and buy and sell products.
The other was a tribal elder named Kamamulian. On behalf of the alliance of forty-four tribes in the south, he presented Tod with a theocratic token that symbolized surrender—a mysterious mask made of black metal.
According to legend, this mask called the "Pillar of the Divine Realm" existed between heaven and earth thousands of years ago. People who wear it can gain the power to communicate with gods.
Todd held this strange mask with his iron claws. He always felt that this thing was somewhat familiar. When he asked Kamamulian if he had seen anyone wearing this thing with his own eyes?
The tribal elder actually told him that as far as he knew, everyone who tried to put on a mask had their souls removed and turned into a walking zombie.
Todd immediately became interested, and while accepting the mask, he naturally agreed that the forty-four tribes should convert to the faith of the gods.
The last pilgrim who interested Todd was Fergal, the former favorite of the Kingdom of Ulster.
Todd had always thought that Fergal's suggestion that he would dedicate his daughter to him as a sidekick was just for fun. But he didn't know where this old guy's nerves were cut off, and he actually said "my precious baby" in front of everyone on top of the temple.
The treasure is my daughter, and I will dedicate her to the son of the gods!"
Not only that, this old guy actually brought her daughter here shamelessly!
Seeing Fergal's daughter, Emer, forced to wear a thin veil in the cool breeze of the temple, and looking at him with only endless fear and despair in his eyes, Todd suddenly
I lost all goodwill towards that unscrupulous parent.
Todd gave Evie a look, and the latter immediately found some sisters and took the father and daughter out of the temple.
After dealing with this small episode, Todd continued to meet believers.
Fortunately, there were not many people who had the right to enter the temple to worship the sons of the gods. Todd spent most of the day meeting these people, selected a hundred people with outstanding merits, completed the soul link with them, and brought them with him.
After they walked around Asgard in the soul space, they were finally able to take a breath.
After handling the matters of worship, Todd summoned the managers at all levels in Froststone City. After some understanding, he understood the management style and hierarchy here.
The original tribal chiefs have slowly lost their power; and those shamans who spread the faith of the gods have become the ones in authority in Froststone City; as for those warriors, they spontaneously formed a group based on their race, territory and past.
Select leaders and form a legion to obey the "commands of the gods" conveyed by the shamans.
Specifically, in Froststone City, where the gods' faith is indestructible, the power pyramid became like this:
The first level is naturally the source of the gods' faith, which is Todd's tyrant form.
The second level is those shamans who have the right to speak the will of the gods. They form a shaman assembly and arrange and organize the production, construction, development and military of Froststone City based on the soul meeting with Todd.
However, even in the soul space, Todd cannot manage the affairs of Froststone City in every detail. At this time, the shamans will discuss and vote on their own through gatherings, and finally make decisions.
The third level is an army composed of warrior groups. In the beginning, on the battlefield, warriors often fought in groups according to their race and place of birth. At first, they were just a group of the same race or good friends, helping each other in battle.
.But as it developed later, this kind of mutual aid and combat team gradually expanded into a battle group.
For example, Ackerman and Casper gathered most of the gladiators and organized them into a war group called the "Red Branch Army"; the old barbarian warrior Fried integrated the Froststone tribe into the "Falcon"
The refugees from Holy Acropolis spontaneously formed the "Wind Hammer" battle group... In this way, hundreds of large and small legions were organized in Froststone City.
The soldiers have only two requirements for the commander who leads the battle group: first, he must have excellent skills and be able to convince the crowd; second, he must be a warrior recognized by the sons of the gods.
Before each external battle, the shaman will hold a military meeting with the commanders. Each legion will receive different tasks and goals based on its own expertise and strength. Of course, the rewards after the battle will also be based on the difficulty of the task.
, which will be uniformly judged and distributed by the shaman assembly.
As for the fourth class, they are the civilians of Froststone City. The only difference between them and the slaves of the fifth class is whether they have freedom.
In this way, the Froststone City built by the five major strata formed a wonderful balance in both power and economy.
According to common sense, this kind of balance should not exist. But in Froststone City, it has become a reality.
In Todd's view, Froststone City's development model is completely opposite to Muxi City's development model.
One is domination based on divine authority, and the other is autonomy based on civil rights.
Which one is the right path? Todd was a little confused for a while.