You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 9 Abiso

"Assemble!"

Gwabrak's cry interrupted the trolls' prayers.

Unlike in the past, this time the trolls did not concentrate at the first time, but complained one after another.

"Guabulak, don't interfere with our prayers!"

"That's right! Guabulak, I was just about to tell God to crush the skull of a monster every night to pay respects, but you interrupted me."

"Don't worry, boss, we are trolls of faith now, be graceful!"

Hearing the accusations from the clan members, Guabulak's blue face twitched.

How long did it take.

I'm the most ungodly person present, right?

He wanted to say a few words to refute, but he couldn't find a reason to refute.

I had no choice but to draw a rectangle on my chest, and replied dumbly:
"Okay, okay, let's pray together first, and I'll talk about things after the prayer."

His answer was unanimously endorsed by others.

So it was another hymn.

The "Big Stick Clan" regrouped around Guabrak.

"The great god of rites delivered an oracle to me and Priest Yig."

"He Hears Our Prayers"

As expected, a violent cheer drowned Guabrak's voice.

He could only wait patiently for everyone to calm down before continuing:
"The gods issued instructions, asking our clan to explore northwards, looking for a fertile land with abundant water and grass."

"Also, give the human gold coins stored in the clan to Priest Yige, and pick a few of the best and most complete furs and bring them to him."

"Afterwards, when peeling the skin from the prey, try to keep it as intact as possible, and then hand it over to Priest Yige."

As soon as the words fell, the buzzing discussion sounded.

What everyone cared about was not giving Yig the clan's money and furs.

After all, the former has no practical effect on them, and they don't lack the latter.

In bad times, the consumption of leather jackets by the "Big Stick Clan" can even be basically equal to the population loss.

This is still based on the fact that their open and close fighting style has greatly reduced the service life of their clothes.

More often than not, the "Big Stick Clan" used furs as spare food.

Although it is difficult to swallow, and it may be uncomfortable in the stomach for a long time after eating.

But when it comes to life and death, who cares whether it can swallow it or not, whether it will feel uncomfortable in the stomach.

Still, the clan's pelts kept piling up.

Many trolls starved to death on the way to hunt and couldn't eat fur.

So the apostle who gave it to the church is nothing at all.

But another thing is quite different.

"Boss, are we really going north?" a troll warrior asked Guabrak hesitantly.

The others remained silent after hearing this question, but all stared at the leader closely.

Obviously have the same doubts.

"Yes." Guabulac answered neatly.

"But...Boss, the place in the north near Baimo is colder than Daxue Mountain."

"And Snowstorm Bear."

"Can we really find fertile land by going there?"

The troll warrior persisted, and continued to ask.

Guabulak scanned the crowd and said firmly, "This is God's will."

"We just have to comply."

The audience was silent, no one knew what to say.

They are indeed not afraid of death, but this does not mean that they can voluntarily die.

Fortunately, Yige's speech quickly broke the silence, and also made some trolls let go of their entangled hearts:

"Have you forgotten the grace God has given us?"

"All physical damage will cease to exist under the light of God."

"The true warriors who are favored by the gods will also be bestowed with magical powers by the gods."

"In the face of the mighty power of the gods, the problems you worry about are meaningless."

Many trolls turned their heads at this time.

Yes, we have God above us now.

What kind of snowstorm bear, can it have a touch with divine art?

Discussions sounded again, and all the troll warriors started gearing up again, wishing they could rush out and make gestures with Devilbear, so that the gods could also grant them magic spells.

Seeing the ups and downs of the clansman's emotions, Guabulak sighed again for the unknown number of times today.

The average troll's physical fitness is much stronger than that of humans, but their minds are generally too simple.

I can't control my emotions even when I think of where it is.

But how?

No matter how simple-minded he is, he is also his own clan.

He had no choice but to wait for the voice on the field to weaken again before speaking out his decision:

"Not all trolls make it to the Blazers."

"Only trolls of level 15 and above can go north with me to explore and hunt."

"Other adult trolls still follow our previous route to hunt south to the graveyard group."

The trolls exploded again.

All kinds of questions were thrown to Guabraque.

But these questions finally combined into one key question——

"What is level 15?"

Guabulak knew that there would be such a question:
"The great god of manners does not follow the rough hierarchy of the surface."

"You can know your level by praying to God."

“大致上来讲，地表的黯铁阶对应的是1到10级，精铜阶对应的是11到20级，华银阶对应的是21到30级，圣金阶31到40级。”

"There are also ether levels, levels 41 to 50."

When the trolls heard the words, they calculated the approximate levels of themselves and their friends, and some anxious ones were already praying.

No one noticed the desolation in their leader's tone when he said "ether level".

The "Big Stick Clan" did not cut off the inheritance of some ancient knowledge.

The clan remembers more than ancient songs.

There is also a legend about the strongest in the history of trolls, the former king of trolls, Abisuo.

He was the only troll in the clan records who had reached the etheric level, and he was also the co-lord of all the troll clans at that time. He established the first and only kingdom in the history of trolls—the Kingdom of Tusks.

Although the underworld and surface world power classes have different names, the highest class is the same etheric class.

Therefore, there is no doubt that Abiso is the top powerhouse in the entire world.

The Tusk Kingdom and the trolls also became the first-class forces in the world at that time.

It's just unexpected that the troll king died in the front line of the "Final Battle".

This directly led to the disintegration of the Tusk Kingdom.

Civil strife engulfed the realms of the kingdom in the underworld, and quickly spread to the troll clans battling in the surface world.

The trolls on the surface were panicked, and the unfavorable situation in the battle further aggravated the panic.

"Perhaps it is precisely because of this that other believers of the fallen gods feel that they can throw away the trolls on the surface as abandoned children."

Guabulak was upset.

He looked at the clan members who announced their ranks like a child who got a new toy, and he strengthened his determination.

The "Big Stick Clan" must go to greatness under the guidance of the gods!
(End of this chapter)