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Chapter 195 Gods

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    On the great plain in the middle of Anshan, a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat was galloping on a horse in the wilderness. After he climbed a slightly raised mound, he saw a large-scale camp from a distance.  Inhabiting the plains with indigenous tribes is no different.

    However, a flag was planted outside the camp with a simple scale pattern on it.

    He lifted the water bag and took a sip of water, then inspected the swords, swords and crossbows he carried with him, and then he slowly drove his horse forward, and when he came to the vicinity of the camp, a group of barbarians rushed out, gave him a drink, and at the same time held  Aimed at him with crossbow arrows and firecrackers, and asked him to identify himself in barbaric language,

    The middle-aged man took out an iron plate with a scale symbol on it from the gap between his chest. After these people saw it, they relaxed and cursed to get out of the way.

    The middle-aged man dismounted from his horse and led the horse into the camp. This place was no different from the camps of the indigenous tribes he had seen before. The tents were in a mess, cattle, horses and other livestock were mixed with people, and dirt was everywhere under his feet.  , A few dirt dogs were turning something in the soil, buzzing, mosquitoes and bugs flying around.

    There are about two to three hundred people here, some are natives, some are of mixed race, and some are An people, but it can be seen that they are not from the same place, but everyone is fully armed and looks extremely sturdy.

    He had not gone far when he heard a shout in his ear.

    "Old Yu, here."

    He followed the sound and saw a small old man greeting him beside a fairly clean tent, surrounded by four or five young men with rough skin, all looking at him curiously.

    The middle-aged man took a look, led the horse and walked over, and sat down on a wooden stake in front of the tent.

    The little old man whispered: "Why are you here so late?"

    The middle-aged man did not answer this question, but looked around and said, "Who are they?"

    The little old man replied: "Most people are believers in the God of Balance."

    The middle-aged man hummed. He is not interested in believers of any gods. He just takes money to do things. Of course, if the things he does don¡¯t suit his wishes, he will give up.

    He asked: "Do you know what happened this time?"

    The little old man leaned closer and said, "I heard that this time we are gathering people to attack a town in the village."

    The middle-aged man looked at him and said: "There are firecrackers and cannons in Zhutun Town, and all the men have been trained to fight against the aborigines on the wasteland all year round. With these mobs, it is impossible to win. If this operation is for this matter  Well, then I'll be leaving right away."

    "Don't worry." The little old man looked outside and gave an order. Four or five teenagers understood and ran to a farther place to watch. Then he whispered: "Old Yu, do you know that the balance of balance  The god is resurrected, and one of his sustenance bodies will come here at night and act together with us." His face was full of excitement, "That's a god. If a god does it himself, how can he lose?"

    The middle-aged man heard that the gods would come, his eyes moved, but he still calmly said: "But what's the point of this? If Zhutun Town is taken down, the Duhufu will definitely send militias to conquer, even if the gods can't fight against Xuan  The government and the Shenwei army."

    The little old man shook his head and said, "Then I don't know, but I don't think the gods will do useless things, right?"

    The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, and suddenly his expression tightened as if he had realized something, then he stood up suddenly, got on his horse and walked out, saying: "I think of something, I have to deal with it first, don't wait for me."

    Seeing that he was walking in a hurry, the little old man got up and chased him for two steps, and said, "When will you be back?"

    The middle-aged man didn't answer him. He walked all the way out. At the exit of the camp, two natives tried to stop him from interrogating him. He knocked down two people casually, turned on his saddle, and quickly left the camp, riding his horse all the way away.  up.

    ? In the southern region of Duhufu, the strong claw tribe is stationed.

    The original crude civil buildings were bulldozed as early as last year, and now there are neat and exquisite brick and wood buildings standing here, and the roads outside have also been rammed and leveled.  In gorgeous weaving.

    Although the overly bright clothes on these stout and dark natives feel a bit inconsistent, they are not the original and barbaric appearance after all.

    In the largest mansion in the resident, the chief Ekuru is receiving a woman wearing a mask. He touched his chin and said: "You mean, you can help 'Tolati' recover quickly, and you can also help 'Tolati' regain strength quickly."  Trotti 'provide a good sustenance body?"

    "Yes, Chief." The woman's voice was very unique, without any ups and downs.We don't need gods, because we are gods ourselves.  "

    Priest Kamo asked: "Natoloti"

    Ekuru walked through the gate and looked at the crowd walking around under the sun. Everyone's face was full of hope, instead of living in a daze like before.

    He said: "Now, we don't need it anymore."

    After the masked woman left the Strongpaw station, she rode towards the south. Half a day later, she stopped in front of a wooden shed under a hillside.

    The curtain of the hut was lifted, and an old priest came out, saying: "How is it? I said a long time ago that Ekuru would not agree with you. He is no longer the chief of the Claw tribe. He has already  It's an alien."

    The woman said: "Then are you willing to cooperate with us?"

    The old priest said: "I have received an oracle from Troti, who will tell me to control the people and do what you want."

    The woman said: "Your choice is correct."

    The old priest said: "The choice of the gods should not be judged by us mortals."

    The woman said: "Then, Priest of Trotti, what are you going to start with?"

    Just as the old priest was about to speak, a listening expression appeared on his face, and then he said: "The sooner the better, the great God of Slaughter can't wait to share the feast of the gods."

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