The strongest training system

Chapter 388 The Dagger of Sleepy God
After praising Wang Hao, the leader summoned Wang Hao to his camp alone.

When he came to the tent, Wang Hao found that there were no guards around the tent. Wang Hao's heart froze. He knew that the leader must have driven them away on purpose.

"Sure enough, as I expected, the attack on the evil god tribe is not just to seize the territory, there must be other secrets hidden in it!"

Pushing open the tent door, Wang Hao found that there were only two people in the tent, one was the leader and the other was the old witch.

"Fili, you are here, come and sit."

Wang Hao sat in front of the leader, and the two looked at each other. The leader picked up two glasses of already poured wine from the table and handed Wang Hao a glass.

"I am the number one warrior of the Tauren Tribe, a toast to you!"

Wang Hao did not refuse, raised his glass and touched the leader, then raised his head and drank the strong wine in the glass.

"Okay!" The leader laughed loudly, "As expected of a member of my Tauren Tribe, you are bold!"

"Thank you for the compliment, leader."

The leader put down his wine glass and did not pour another glass of strong wine. He said, "Fili, do you know what to do when you attack the evil god's tribe?"

"Naturally, kill them and steal the resources of the entire evil god tribe!"

The leader waved his hand, "No, in terms of rich resources, how rich can our barbarian tribe be? Instead of robbing the evil god's tribe, why don't we rob humans?"

Wang Hao pretended to be stupid on purpose, "What does the leader want Philip to do?"

The leader and the old witch looked at each other, and then said in a very solemn tone: "Fili, what I'm going to tell you next is the secret of all the tribes of the barbarians. You must swear to Lord Tauren that you will never reveal it to the third. two people!"

"it is good!"

Wang Hao agreed very happily, and he didn't believe in bullshit gods, so even if he swore an oath, he would not be bound by anything.

"I, Feili, swear to Lord Tauren that what I heard today will never be leaked to anyone. If you violate it, you will die!"

Seeing Wang Hao swearing, the leader's expression eased a lot.

"Fili, there are hundreds of tribes, large and small, in the whole wilderness, and each tribe believes in different gods."

"The strength of the gods determines the strength of the tribe. The royal family of our tribe is unbelievably strong precisely because they believe in the strongest gods!"

"But the strength of the gods is not the only factor that determines the strength of the tribe!"

"The world where the gods live is too far away from the world we live in. The power that the gods can transmit to this world, even if they use sacrificial rituals, are absolutely different."

"So, no matter how big the gap the gods see is that it affects our barbarian tribes, they won't be so strong and weak that it's hard to resist!"

"In other words, it is also bestowing power to the tribe. If a weaker shrine can bestow two ten-thousandth of the power, a stronger body can bestow one ten-thousandth of the power!"

The pupils of Wang Hao's eyes dilated slightly, and he finally wanted to know the biggest secret of the barbarians!

Once they can learn how to plunder the divine power of the barbarians, human beings will be able to weaken the strength of the barbarians as much as possible!

"Leader, please clarify!"

The leader looked at the old witch, and the old witch said: "Many people in our barbarians are guessing how our old witch communicates with the gods. In fact, every tribal warrior who has been blessed can communicate with gods, but their strength is too weak. , can’t feel the existence of gods, we old witches are just enhancing their feelings.”

Wang Hao sighed in his heart: "Sure enough, as I guessed, the secret of the god's ability is not in the totem, nor in the old witch!"

The old witch continued to explain: "When every barbarian is a child, the old witch of the tribe will hold a blessing ceremony, which is the first time for each barbarian to communicate with the gods."

"Through the ceremony, the gods will imprint their own marks on the blessed children, and the children will entrust their faith to the gods. On the contrary, the gods will give them strength."

Wang Hao finally understood, and he asked back: "Could it be that the more people in the tribe believe in gods, the more power the gods will give back!"

"That's right!" The old witch nodded, "The more people believe in, the less the power bestowed by the gods will be consumed across billions of time and space. If there are [-] barbarians who believe in the bull-headed god, our bull-headed tribe will also Can become a barbaric royal family!"

Wang Hao was puzzled and said, "If that's the case, wouldn't it be enough for the tribe to have more babies?"

The old witch sighed, "It won't work like this. The children born to barbarians who believe in the same god will have the imprint of the god in their body, and it will not increase their belief in the god."

"Therefore, only by converting other tribes to believe in our gods can our tribe become stronger!"

Wang Hao pondered for a while, "If this is the case, wouldn't we be able to kill too many people?"

The leader said resolutely: "Anyone who dares to resist us, kill! Never let your heart down!"

The old witch took out a dagger from his cuff. The dagger was very long and sharp, almost a dagger.

"This dagger is called the Sleepy God's Dagger, you must keep it safe!"

The old witch's expression was extremely solemn, "The leader of every tribe can directly communicate with the gods, allowing the gods they believe in to lower their divine power and enter their bodies."

Wang Hao nodded slightly, he had already witnessed once, the leader of the evil god tribe, after gaining divine power, his strength skyrocketed.

"When the leader of the tribe falls unexpectedly, and the method of supernatural power is not passed on, the tribe will have a new leader after a long period of time under the leadership of the old witch and the selection of the gods."

"That is to say, before the new tribal leader is born, this tribe will be at its weakest!"

Wang Hao questioned: "Then if both the leader and the old witch of a tribe are killed, won't this tribe never have a leader again?"

The old witch said solemnly: "A leader will still be born, but this period will start with a hundred years."

"Then I will directly lead the crowd into the evil god tribe, kill the old witch, and force the rest of the evil god tribe to convert to our gods!"

"Absolutely not!" The old witch yelled sharply, "It's impossible for you to do this!"

The old witch hurriedly explained: "I've just said enough. When every barbarian is connected to a god for the first time, the god will leave a mark in his body. If this mark is not removed, he will never be able to betray the god he believes in!"

"Oh? Then how to do it?"

"When the tribe has no leader and encounters the crisis of genocide, in order to keep its believers, the gods will split a sliver of divine sense and forcibly descend on the old witch to protect the tribe."

"However, there is a price to be paid for the coming of the gods. That is to temporarily absorb all the imprints in the body of the believers into the old witch's body. After the divine thoughts dissipate, the imprints will return to the bodies of each believer."

"And this god-sleeping dagger can trap the god's spirit in the old witch's body for 72 hours, making him unable to dissipate. This period of time is enough for us to force the residents of the evil god's tribe to convert to the bull-headed god!"

After the old witch finished speaking, the leader concluded, "In short, you have to lead the warriors of the tribe, kill the evil god tribe, force the evil god to descend, and then stab this dagger into the old witch! Then bring everyone back, let us The old witch, communicate with the Minotaur, and give them a new mark."

"Remember, you must not kill the old witch, otherwise the imprint will return to Xinmin's body, and everything will be in vain!"

……

On the second day, Wang Hao led all the fighters of the Niutou tribe on the journey to attack the evil god's tribe.

Wang Hao appointed Fat Rat and the three as confidantes to lead a team each. Just last night, he had already told the three of them verbatim about the conversation in today's camp.

On the way, Fat Rat came up and asked in a low voice: "Boss, what are you going to do next? Are you really going to help the Tauren Tribe to snatch the belief of the Evil God Tribe?"

Wang Hao smiled, "That's natural, why not?"

Fat Mouse was puzzled, but he felt relieved when he saw Wang Hao's smile had a deep meaning.

"This is a rare opportunity to practice, don't be lazy for a while, kill two more!"

"no problem!"

The Cthulhu tribe is not very far from the Niutou tribe, and they arrived at their destination after only half a day of traveling.

The Cthulhu tribe seems to have already made preparations to defend against the enemy. All tribe warriors hold weapons and are ready for battle.

The leader was naturally an old witch from the evil god tribe. This old witch was so old that he was about to be unable to stand upright. He held a staff in his hand, and his figure trembled in the wind.

Wang Hao shouted angrily without hesitation: "Kill!"

As soon as the order came out, the warriors of the Tauren tribe charged towards the evil god tribe with shouts.

The old witch from the Cthulhu Tribe tremblingly raised the staff in his hand and roared in a hoarse voice, "Kill!"

In the blink of an eye, the warriors of the two tribes slammed into each other fiercely, and the weapons made of beast bones smashed heavily towards each other's heads.

This is the first time Wang Hao has seen the scene of war. Although the scene is not grand enough, it still makes his blood surge.

The three Fat Rats have already been killed. As Wang Hao said, this is a rare opportunity for them to practice.

……

The sacred domain, Kirin Academy.

The flying eagle pierced through the sky and plunged into the bamboo forest of the college.

The drunk Yan San barely opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Feiying.

Taking the letter from Feiying's lap, he hiccupped and said with a smile, "It turned out to be a letter from my apprentice."

He slowly opened the envelope, glanced at the contents of the letter, and lost all drunkenness in an instant.

"My apprentice, no matter where I go, there will be big things happening! The monster matter is not over yet, and yet another barbarian is involved. It seems that I have to go find those five old guys."

Yan San broke through and left, completely ignoring the air ban law set up in the sacred domain.

Half a day later, 36 flying eagles flew out from the sacred domain and flew towards the main city of the 36 outer domains.

These flying eagles are protected by the prohibition personally placed by the supreme power to ensure that they can reach their destination safely.

The letter carried by each eagle has the same content-war urgent, dispatch troops!

(End of this chapter)