The black hawk flying in the front shrank his pupils and used one of the most basic three divine arts.
"The art of telling time."
Elven calendar year 003, July 18, 8:54 am.
A round phantom of a clock rotated in his eyes, making a clicking sound.
This is an improved magic that can tell the current time at any time.
No time difference, no delays, and no problems.
It consumes almost nothing and is restored after just one breath.
As for what the time division here is based on, it is not something he can know.
What is the difference between the time on Earth and the earth? As long as you go in and out a few times every second, you can go in and out for a long time in one day.
He only knows that every month here has almost thirty days, and every day has twenty-four hours, which is calculated according to earth time.
As for whether this timing method originated from him or from the gods, a certain god's favored person took the initiative to choose silence. I never thought that I would also use culture to influence other worlds one day.
He didn't know anything about other things. As for whether it was true or false, the person involved would never reveal the slightest bit of information.
Behind him, there was a formation of black crows flying in a herringbone formation, with the black crow druid as the captain and the descendants of the sacred black crow as soldiers. There were thirty or forty of them flying with a roar.
Their eyes are as sharp as hawks, and the powerful black crows have fought against birds of prey without defeat. They are well-deserved descendants of the gods.
Under the leadership of the leader Black Eagle, they flew in the direction of the next tribe.
"Woo"
In front of a flat mountain wall, dozens of strong and tall female tauren let out long whines.
The sound carried far away on the hillside and echoed in the distance.
The timid male tauren stood aside, they did not dare to approach, and they were even used to this kind of life.
Among these male tauren, one tauren curled up as much as possible and kept taking deep breaths.
His palms were a little moist, and his scalp felt a little numb. This was something that would destroy the foundation of the entire tribe.
It was also a huge turning point that would change the fate of the entire ethnic group, so he couldn't help but be nervous.
"What's wrong with you? (paraphrase)"
A weak tauren who was not much taller than him suddenly asked, realizing something was wrong with him.
"No, it's okay." The young tauren shook his head, took a deep breath, and glanced at the many male tauren standing on the edge with him.
What was he still worried about? Would he still let those female tauren squeeze them to death?
‘Telling time.’ The young tauren muttered silently.
A faint shadow of a clock flashed across the corner of his eyes, showing three hands of different lengths for hours, minutes and seconds.
It's almost, it's almost, there are still a few minutes until the attack.
Come on, they are about to finish worshiping.
The young tauren clenched his fists. He had never gathered magic power in the main world before, and he was afraid that one day the gods would find out.
Because many of the adventure companions were still fighting together today, the traces of their names were dimmed the next day, and there was no further text.
They all died in the dangerous main world. You must know that most of them have become druids, and ordinary beasts can't do anything to them.
On this earth, besides those gods, who else can threaten the extraordinary chosen people.
Therefore, he could only pretend to be as normal as possible and did not dare to reveal any extraordinary actions or thoughts.
Fortunately, male tauren cannot participate in worshiping gods, which also reduces some of the possibility of exposure.
Last night in the Phantom God Space, Haoyue, the God's Favored One, told him in detail today's battle plan.
Since today was the day to launch the attack, he took advantage of the morning to meditate on the magic power in his body as slowly as possible, for fear that the fluctuation of magic power would expose him.
He holds a magic spell in his left hand and a magic spell in his right hand. The extraordinary mental power fluctuates silently, ready to be activated at any time.
Second Ring Magic: Faith Judgment.
According to the five theories of belief, those who are general believers, those who are superficial believers, those who are honest, those who are fanatics, and those who are true believers, the casters can see various brilliance in the body of the person being cast.
Similarly, it can also be used as a marking magic spell to locate coordinates. The function here is naturally to be used as a positioning mark.
Second-level spell: Boiling Blood.
Accelerate the blood flow of the casting target, so that its physical condition will be increased by about 20%, depending on individual circumstances.
Both skills fall within the scope of low-level spells, but are very useful at this time.
"Woo"
The female tauren kept beating their chests, making crackling sounds. There were solid muscles bulging everywhere in their arms, waist, abdomen, and thighs. Under that thick and tough skin, there was an extremely powerful force hidden inside.
The power of.
The worship ceremony was about to end, which meant that they were about to disperse.
The young tauren stood up and straightened his spine in the eyes of many male tauren.
He remembered what the God of Beasts said to him, "When you don't need to hide, please straighten your back. What you carry will not make you feel inferior."
When there is no need to hide, he can be who he is and show his true self, just like now.
Click, click, click, a series of crisp bones colliding like fried beans, and the 1.56-meter-tall bull-headed young man straightened his back.
There was a gushing light in his eyes, which was excitement, passion and responsibility.
He understood his responsibility very well. He wanted to take the lead in the new tribe and lead the new tribe forward.
"Roar!" In the eyes of many female and male tauren, this suddenly young tauren let out a loud roar.
Then watching him stretch his left hand towards the altar, a strange feeling came to the hearts of many tauren.
Swish Swish Swish
A series of strong lights symbolizing fanatics bloomed on this flat land.
Fanatic believers believe whatever God says and do whatever God says. They completely dedicate everything they have to God and completely lose themselves.
Of course, there are a few bright colors flashing, those are honest people who do not interfere with others and do not treat themselves harshly.
Fanatic believers are also often called madmen.
The elves and gods said: God loves the world, and believers who do not love the world are not loved by the gods.
"呖儿"
Roaring, roaring, a shrill and piercing cry of birds coming from far and near, leading a large group of black crows to head straight towards the direction of the female tauren.
Many female tauren let out dull roars, looking away from this low-level male tauren and looking at the big black eagle in the sky.
"roar"
"roar"
"roar!"
Roars came and went, Haoyue's eagle eyes glared, the two pairs of space mushrooms under its claws moved, and the magic power triggered the bomb delivery device.
One after another, fist-sized mushroom stones slipped out from the cracks of the space mushrooms and fell to the ground with the sound of wind.
The female tauren instinctively sensed something was wrong, and even sensed danger.
But they instinctively feel that the power of the group is the greatest, and they are the safest among the Tauren.
While they were hesitating and pausing, the black hawk had already flown by with the black crow.
Boo hoo hoo
Boom boom boom
Explosion mushrooms, smoke mushrooms, and explosive mushrooms, the ratio is 1:1:5 respectively. Blooming fireworks exploded among the nearly three-meter-tall bull-headed crowd.