Being a lord in another world begins with farming

Chapter 239 Voodoo Clan
The main tribe of the Voodoo clan has moved to a place not far from the mountains, erected totems, pitched densely packed tents, and countless lizardmen are busy.

The busiest thing here is not the warriors who are always preparing for battle, nor the serious priests, but the tired hunters.

The lizard people don't know how to plant, and the swamps and forests can't grow anything. There are not many livestock, not even enough to feed the velociraptors. The main source of food depends on hunting and gathering.

This method can only meet the needs of tribes with a small population, but cannot meet the needs of large-scale wars.

Thousands of lizardmen warriors can pile up a small mountain of meat consumed every day, and can eat up animals in a radius of dozens of miles in a day, not to mention the velociraptors that are used as mounts. They are not vegetarians either.

Therefore, in order to keep the war going on, tens of thousands of lizardman hunters continuously transported the captured prey here, and even to ensure that they would not rot, lizardman hunters had to catch the prey alive as much as possible, which added to the difficulty of hunting. The difficulty has consumed a lot of manpower and material resources of the voodoo clan, and caused serious internal friction.

If you don't know how to plant, it means that you lack food reserves. In order to maintain the war, the various tribes of the Voodoo clan mobilized many lizardman hunters, which greatly reduced the number of prey these tribes obtained. Hunger inevitably came and took away the old and weak of the tribe. , Let the tribe fall into weakness.

What's more deadly is that as the war continues, this situation will continue to deteriorate, and the tribe's population will decline like a cliff.

The test of war has never been purely combat power, population, reserves, and production. These are the keys to determining the outcome of a war. Obviously, the lizard people do not have a mature war mechanism.

Fortunately, most of the lizardmen are virtuous, and they are all consuming themselves. This is why the lizardmen have existed on this continent for so many years, but they have never encountered a crisis of population expansion.

If the Shanmu clan is unable to disperse the plague, it proves that their god has been severely damaged.

However, there are always zombies who cannot withstand the increasing concentration of voodoo. Before being dissolved by voodoo, these unqualified zombies will be fished out by the priest of the voodoo king and put into the second pool. This is the so-called Defective products.

However, the high priest did not expect to rely on these plague zombies to win the final victory, but used it to test the gods of the Shanmu clan.

What tribe, what tribe, is not as important as the voodoo king. As long as the voodoo king devours the gods of the Shanmu clan, as the one who contributed the most, he will also be rewarded by the voodoo king and become an immortal god!
Let alone whether the voodoo king can win or not, just whether he will be generous enough to bestow divinity on mortals is something unbelievable.

"Give me the voodoo zombie, otherwise the warriors of the Zhe clan can only use their lives to break through the defense line of the Shanmu clan. You must know that they have no way out and will only fight desperately. I will not let the soldiers under me die in vain!" the patriarch took To draw the final bottom line, and this is also his purpose, because he knows that the sacrifice to the voodoo king is not something he can stop.

"This is your problem. The king of voodoo has already defeated the god of the Shanmu clan. As long as he recovers first through blood sacrifices, the voodoo clan can completely wipe out the Shanmu clan, seize their territory, enslave their population, and let the voodoo clan The Poison Clan has grown even stronger on the fallen corpse of the Shanmu Clan!" the high priest said, staring at the patriarch with cold eyes.

"Not enough, not enough, the voodoo king needs more sacrifices!" The high priest of the voodoo clan is an old lizardman who has lived for an unknown number of years. His teeth have long since fallen out, and he can only eat boiled gravy. His back is not straight, and he always looks up at people. Even the tight skin that belongs to cold-blooded animals becomes loose and full of wrinkles, but his spirit is still very good, and his eyes are still sharp, even if the voodoo clan The patriarch, a two-meter-tall and strong monster like a dinosaur, still feels tremendous pressure in the eyes of the other party, and often has to compromise.

At that time, the high priest will hold a huge blood sacrifice to wake up the voodoo king in advance and completely win this long war. For this reason, the high priest will do whatever it takes, including killing the voodoo clan leader who always asks many questions, Just like his previous patriarchs.

Under the huge totem pole in the camp, there are two huge pools one behind the other. The priest of the voodoo king is busy pouring the boiled voodoo soup into the pools to let the voodoo zombies soaked inside Accelerate growth.

It stands to reason that plague zombies are the most terrifying weapons of mass destruction. The problem is that lizardmen are cold-blooded creatures and are not easily infected with plague. It is equivalent to a bad cold. Weakness is inevitable, but except for a few old, weak, sick and disabled, basically they will not die from it. If there is a magic spell to disperse the plague, the recovery will be faster.

"The voodoo zombies are still being refined, and I can only give you a batch of defective products." The high priest didn't care about the defective products, and waved his hand, asking the priests under him to wake up the defective products to help the voodoo The King brings more and fresher offerings.

"The clan has sent enough warriors and suffered heavy losses. Several tribes had to be merged into other tribes because they lost all their adult warriors and hunters. The clan is becoming weaker." Very dissatisfied, knowing that in order to meet the sacrifices needed by the other party, the clan has lost thousands of adult lizard hunters and more warriors, which means that many tribes have completely disappeared.

The so-called defective products are zombies that cannot continue to undergo voodoo transformation. In order to avoid waste, the priest of the voodoo king injected more plague into the second pool, making these zombies a source of pollution that spreads the plague, that is, swelling plague zombies.

It's a pity that the already too old high priest only had this so-called hope in his eyes, and he abandoned all others, including the voodoo clan.

Owen didn't know what happened inside the voodoo clan, because there were voodoo and curses all over the place, and even the ratmen didn't dare to approach easily, but the situation of the Shanmu clan was almost touched by him.

Compared with the voodoo clan who still maintain a fierce attack despite the loss is not small, the desperate Shanmu clan has lost confidence in resisting desperately, because the gods they believe in have not responded for a long time, even if the Shanmu clan is fighting fiercely. During the battle, they took time out to hold multiple sacrificial offerings, but there was still no response, causing panic within the clan. If there was no way out, the clan might have already disbanded.

But this is definitely good news for Owen, especially after learning about the God of the Mountain Mother, it gave him an opportunity.

(End of this chapter)