The daily increase in the power of faith is increased by 20%.
Daily food consumption in cities increases by 1/5.
The number of administrative tasks increased by more than 33%.
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All right.
The above data is not realized by the system, it is Tonatiu's own thought.
After spending some power of faith, a wave of large-scale miracles came to the suffering troll refugees to remove the diseases and pain from their bodies.
Then he told them in the voice of Loa that only Tona and Tiu were the true supreme and supreme Loa.
The other Loa gods are just minor gods living under their light. Those who trust Natio can live in Zutona and become a member of Zutona.
No surprise.
Tonatiu received a large amount of feedback from the power of faith in an instant.
It is easy for trolls to believe in gods, otherwise it would not be possible for a larger troll tribe to give birth to a loa. Although such loa are often weaker, they are more powerful divine beasts.
The faith of tens of thousands of trolls can transform an ordinary powerful beast into a god. Although this is a sign of ignorance in the eyes of many high-ranking racial civilizations, isn't such faith terrifying?
Trolls are definitely the most pious of all races in Azeroth, although their higher-ups often abuse the Loa.
But that's because these Loa gods were actually very weak and their true colors were seen by the troll elites, so they were treated like this.
Ordinary trolls' faith in Loa is generally to the extent that they would commit seppuku if Loa told them to die.
What's more, these troll refugees saw "miracles" with their own eyes and experienced "miracles" with their own eyes.
God's city and people are still ready to accept them. If they don't believe it, then they are no longer trolls.
There is a big difference between adding icing on the cake and providing help in times of need. The suffering these troll refugees endured is several times that of the Sandblood tribe back then.
Being saved in the boundless darkness and facing the dawn that saves them in the darkness can easily turn believers into fanatical believers.
There was a process of deepening the faith of the Sandblood Trolls back then, and they slowly became as fanatical as they are now.
But the experience of these refugees was a hundred times more miserable than that of the lucky Sandblood tribe, and their rate of changing and deepening their faith was also a hundred times faster.
Almost instantly, Tonatiu had more than 2,000 devout believers and more than 1,000 fanatical believers.
This kind of speed.
Tsk tsk...so cool!
This is how he feels now.
This is why he is willing to accept young and old trolls, and is willing to accept these members that other trolls hate and some of the top trolls in Zutona do not understand.
The young troll refugees have little understanding of the world, but they have already suffered a lot. If someone is willing to save them, give them food, and give them faith in gods, these children will definitely become devout believers immediately.
Older trolls have experienced more, and the older they get, the more they fear death and the unknown kingdom. If there are real gods that they can believe in, they can easily become fanatical believers.
The young troll is strong and young. His belief in gods is not as fast and pious as the first two.
To the troll tribe, the old troll is a bit of a burden, but to Tonatiu, the old troll is a treasure.
Souls that have lived for so long but are lucky enough to survive, they only need to have pious faith. The units of the power of faith generated by such souls are several times that of young trolls!
The power of faith brought by 10,000 devout old trolls even exceeds that contributed by 100,000 young trolls.
If these souls can be more wise and forged by battle, then they will definitely be the huge treasure that all soul-related spellcasters and priests dream of.
"Are the arrangements in place?"
Tonatiu asked Zangar who had returned from the temporary refugee camp.
The troll refugees were sent to a brand new temporary camp by the Aztec River, where they had to live for a while to adapt to the atmosphere of Zutona and the climate of Un'Goro.
At the same time, he will participate in the work of their new home. When their new home is completed and they have initially integrated into Zutona, they will move out of the temporary camp.
"Your Majesty, they have all moved in. Food has been delivered to them. From now on, food will be delivered every two days."
"Very good. Add more guards around the camp to prevent wild beasts from invading. Don't be stingy in the provision of food. We have plenty of food."
"Yes. Your Majesty. I think we should let the trolls of Zutona help them and lead them. This will make it easier for them to integrate into Zutona as soon as possible, and also allow the original tribesmen of Zutona to accept them more quickly."
"That's a good suggestion. Let's do it."
The two were followed by a group of troll guards, talking softly as they walked towards the city hall.
"Select children under the age of twelve from among them and send them to Tonatiu Academy to study with the original children."
"Well, I will do it, Your Majesty."
"They also have to work. Except for the mothers who are breastfeeding the little trolls, those who are too old and too weak, other trolls have to be assigned jobs. The stronger ones will be allowed to participate in the construction of their new homes. The weaker ones will
Yes, let them help us cultivate the land together."
"His Majesty's will will be carried out."
"I can see that there are more or less young and strong trolls, and I have picked them out in this part. I am going to increase the intensity of the desert plan, and we need soldiers now. Send these trolls to the training camp for training. I hope they
You can fight for Zutona."
"This is His Majesty's mercy."
"That's right." Tonatiu said as he walked, he suddenly stopped and said to Zangar:
"I'm going to go to the desert in a while. I'm going to talk to our business partners. Zangar Zutona will leave it to you."
Zangar also paused, and his pupils, which were becoming more and more intelligent, showed a little worry:
"Your Majesty, the desert is the territory of Sandfury. There is nothing there except sand. We can stay here forever and take over all the desert trolls who are willing to come. We can all live well here."
"And I can't completely believe those little greenskins. I can see that they are very greedy."
Listen to him say this.
Tonatiu patted the old troll on the shoulder condescendingly, and said earnestly, "Zangar, our cause is great. I told you a long time ago that God Tona and God Tiu will be the heroes of all trolls.
Gods. Spreading their glory is the lifelong career of all trolls. No matter how difficult and dangerous the thing is, we must do it."
"Besides, it's just a trip to Gadgetzan and we won't go too far. What's the danger?"