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Chapter 187 Another Way
"Master Doru, you need to give me an explanation."

On Zushan, two groups of people are arguing.

On one side is Doru, and on the other is a tall, elderly snake man.

"Sisi, everyone can see your beliefs, why are you obsessed with being a shaman?"

There was deep pain hidden in Dolu's eyes.

The tall old snake man roared: "What I care about is not a quota, but the affirmation of my belief. I have done better than anyone else, six times, and every time I am not included in the shaman quota, you are negating I, Lord Doru."

Duolu sighed: "I watched the Snake Tribe come out step by step with my own eyes. You are all my children, and I will not deny anyone. I left the shaman quota for young children, who have a bigger future. .”

The tall old snake man couldn't believe it: "From the beginning, I didn't have a chance?"

"Standing on the interests of the tribe, I made the most correct choice. Sisi, I don't think this is a mistake." Doru reiterated.

"Master Dolu, I respect you, and I will use my own way to prove my piety."

The old snake man Sisi said a harsh word and left angrily.

That day, I found a small boat and rowed out to sea alone.

It has been 40 years since Ragnarok, 20 years ago, the wind in God's Domain decreased, and in another five years, the wind dropped to normal levels.

For more than ten years since then, God's Domain has been windy, and there will be big storms from time to time.

Things have become normal, at best harsh, and not Jedi anymore.

The Snakeman tribe walked out of the ancestral mountain and opened up the God's Domain after the disaster.

Today, the tribe has a population of 50.

God's Domain after the wind disaster was not safe, it was occupied by wind monsters everywhere.

In order to wipe out these monsters, the Snakeman Tribe also paid a high price.

Sisi went out to sea in a small canoe, and monsters that looked like fish and snakes jumped out of the sea and attacked him.

This fish monster is three feet long, with a sharp beak and blue eyes. It is a subspecies of beaked fish.

Although Sisi was old, but agile, he dodged sideways, took out the dagger at his waist and stabbed it, leaving behind a burst of blood.

The fish monster had its belly cut and landed on the boat.

Sisi is a fanatic. In the era when miracles had not disappeared, fanatics would be blessed by the God of the Snakeman and be promoted to the third level of strength.

Miracles have not been revealed for decades, and the strength of fanatics has not been improved.

Sisi is still an ordinary soldier of the first order.

The current snake-human race, as long as they are adults, are at the first level of strength.

Sisi is stronger, infinitely close to the second rank, a first rank soldier with rich combat experience.

If it weren't for the decline in physical strength due to old age, he would be able to advance to the second rank with his own efforts.

In the snake tribe, there are many directions to advance.

Magician, Beast Tamer, Wind Demon Archer, and Shaman, the first three have resource requirements, while the latter has quota restrictions.

In addition, there are life occupations such as planter and winemaker.

Sisi had a chance to change his job as a beast trainer, but he gave up. His goal was Shaman.

After queuing for decades, Duolu didn't get him.

Sisi left in a fit of anger, the waywardness of an elderly man.

Wandering along the way, he met many monsters and snake people of the same race.

The snake people were in the pioneering and conquest period, and there were hunting teams and patrols of the snake people everywhere, and Sisi got a lot of help.

Before retiring, Sisi was also a member of the patrol team. He was kind, brave, and generous, and had a very high prestige in the patrol team.

Floating along the way, use a new perspective to observe the world and understand the details of the journey.

Three years later, on a deserted island, Sisi was dressed in rags and was getting old. His beard and hair almost covered his face.

He was sitting in a pile of rocks, shaped like dead wood, seemed to have lost the breath of life, and merged with the rocks, but one eye became brighter and brighter.

"Death, return to silence, and return to the kingdom of God, my lord."

"It's just that I still have doubts."

Ceci spoke quietly, as if talking to himself.

"When in doubt, find the answer yourself."

In the wind, there was a clear voice, and Nie Chong came out.

"My lord envoy!"

Sisi struggled to his feet, then saluted.

"I already know everything about you."

With his hands behind his back, Nie Chong looked at the sea in the distance; miracles have not been seen for decades, and the population of the snake tribe has increased to 50. It is normal for people's hearts to fluctuate.

Now the young and middle-aged of the snake people are all born after the twilight of the gods, and most of them have never seen miracles.

The belief in the snake-man god is actually so-so. There are 40 true believers, accounting for four-fifths.There are six thousand fanatics.Overall, it's pretty good.

Sisi bowed again: "My envoy, I have some doubts and would like to ask for advice?"

"Just ask."

Nie Chong looked calm, and the hearts of the Snake people were fluctuating, and there were many people who were dissatisfied with the existing order.

Many snake people choose to run away.

Among the snake people who left, some succeeded and some failed.

Only Sisi, after walking around for a while, did not lose her faith, but strengthened it.

"My lord, let me ask, is something wrong with my lord?"

Wow!The sound of the sea, the turbulent beating against the stones, and the sky and the earth suddenly became silent.

At least 50 of the 49 snake people have thought about this question, but none of them dared to ask.

As a fanatic, asking this question is even more inconceivable.

Fanatics question the fall of their own gods, and in the next second they will turn into black and swarthy blasphemers and return to the devil camp.

The fall of a fanatic, the god he believes in, will suffer some damage.

Nie Chong turned around, and what he saw was not a blasphemy, but an old snake man, his soul was emitting pure and holy white light.

"If I told you that God is dead, what would you do?

If I say, God is all right, what should you do? "

Nie Chong asked back.

"My lord, I understand."

Sisi looked at the clouds in the sky, his eyes were still bright.

"I got the answer too."

Nie Chong took out a scroll, a wolf fur scroll with wet handwriting, and threw it to Sisi.

"The answer you want is right there."

After speaking, he disappeared in place.

Ceci opened the scroll, saw a stone pier painted on it, and continued to pull the scroll, the scroll was endless, and the scrolls on it were the construction drawings of a temple.

This is another way.

The so-called temple contains a special divine pattern circuit, the effect of which is to condense beliefs and strengthen oneself.

This scroll is a set of cultivation secrets.

The cultivation process is quite special, that is, you have to do coolies.

After Sisi completes this training, he will also be promoted to an extraordinary profession, so he doesn't need to worry about the number of shamans all day long.

This path is not accessible to everyone.

If he couldn't go on, Nie Chong had no choice.

(End of this chapter)