The Age of Global Gods: from Demigods to Dominators of Crystal Walls

　　"The elf archer, looks interesting, it's a super strong headwind."

　　There was a faint smile on Zhao Sheng's mouth.

　　The supply of Faith Points has not stopped.

　　It's only [-] Faith Points per second, and he can supply it for a few minutes.

　　In the future, after the primitive ancestral religion of the bear frogmen becomes a religious order, it can provide stable belief value every day.

　　"And the basic requirement for forming a religious group is to have 500 fanatics in the faith race."

　　"For me, it's not that difficult."

　　As long as the development of the domain of the gods and the belief race is maintained.

　　Then faith will come quickly.

　　Those believers will deepen their beliefs and complete the transformation from pan-believers to deep believers, and then to devout believers and mad believers!

　　……

　　However, when the blizzard was howling, inside the longhouse of Sisba village.

　　All the bear frogmen in the village assembled and armed at this time.

　　"An oracle came from the ancestral god, and the invading enemy came."

　　Elder Nassau was still standing on the stage.

　　Holding a cane.

　　On his waist, he carried a specially enlarged wrought iron mace.

　　With the leather wrapped around the burly body and the thick leather jacket, wrapped tightly, it is really bloated and hideous.

　　Anyone who sees this body can understand, fighting such enemies in the ice and snow...

　　It's definitely not going to be so good!

　　"It has been seven or eight years since we met the undead last time."

　　"But this time we still have to win, for the glory of Savaslow."

　　"We want to wipe out those enemies who dare to invade us!"

　　Elder Nasuo looked around in front of him, all of them were fully armed, fat and strong bear frogs.

　　A total of 370 adult clansmen who were able to fight.

　　Completed the soldier transfer.

　　The 100 people standing at the front were even more clothed in hard-dried leather, and they also wore three thick leather coats inside.

　　He held a harpoon that was extremely sharpened in his hand, and four or five wrought iron rods like adult human forearms hung around his waist.

　　"Then, the bear frogs, prepare to fight for the Ancestral God Savaslo!"

　　Elder Nassau took the lead in walking towards the door of the longhouse.

　　When opening the wooden door.

　　He also thought of the pictures that Zhao Sheng passed on to him, which were all enemies with bows and arrows.

　　"Remove all the door panels and put on all the barrel tops. The enemy has bows and arrows, we must be careful!" He also turned his head and ordered, at least these door panels and barrel tops are of no weight to them at all, even if Carrying it in front of you can also stride forward in the snow.

　　The bear frogmen warrior who has reached 15 points of strength is definitely a strong player in the third-order race at this time!

　　Of course, that's why when they took to the hills to charge.

　　The reason why those wild elves were so shocked.

　　The opponents they have met in the past...

　　But it didn't do that! .

Chapter 35

　　"Release the arrows! Keep the formation! Release the arrows!" The elder shaman of the wild elves cried out in despair.

　　But even if she rode an elk, it would be futile to run fast in the snow.

　　"Whoosh whoo—" "Whoosh whoosh—" "Whoosh whoosh—"

　　Her subordinates and clansmen are still drawing bows and shooting arrows.

　　But the effect is very weak.

　　The blizzard blowing from the north is still continuing, making it difficult for them to shoot arrows far away from the downwind position.

　　At most four or five meters away, a strong blizzard with hail smashed it down and blew it back.

　　"Elder, we can't stand it anymore, the hailstones are getting bigger and bigger!"

　　"Yes, elder, this world is too cold, and there are snowstorms!"

　　"We already have casualties! The advantages can't be used!"

　　Although the current blizzard has gradually weakened, the wild elves who were born in the warm forest area could not bear such cruel cold.

　　There have even been non-combat attritions, the legs that were numb and stiff from the cold could not move, and the bowstrings could not be pulled with both hands.

　　So deep in the birch forest.

　　When the bear frogmen charged towards them carrying the door panels, there was not much room for them to parry.

　　——To say that there is no room for resistance, this is still self-praise.

　　"Hu-" "Hu--" "Hu--"

　　When the wild elf shaman rides the elk to boost morale.

　　One after another dull sound appeared in the ear.

　　"Crack-" "Crack-" "Crack-"

　　Then there was a crisp smashing sound, and a look of fear appeared on her face.

　　Turning his head subconsciously, he looked towards the north.

　　"They're here!"

　　"withstand!"

　　This middle-aged wild elf shaman could only raise his staff, and scattered green rays of light.

　　Then it turned into raindrops that could heal and restore physical strength, and did everything possible to keep the wild elf archers next to him away from the distance and front.

　　That is to say, bending the bow and shooting arrows when stepping back step by step, preventing the enemy from advancing too fast.

　　"This is not an opponent we can resist, and this is not a harsh environment for us!"

　　"This is simply the wrong place to choose the wrong enemy!"

　　In her eyes, the taste of despair became stronger and stronger.

　　Because before.

　　They had a brief contact, and they brought second-order wild elf scouts, trying to distract these strong orc-like opponents.

　　However, just as he approached thirty or forty meters away, a dull voice whistling past appeared in his ears.

　　"Then I saw that my partner's head exploded like a watermelon!"

　　The heart of this wild elf shaman was trembling.

　　She is also praying.

　　"Emerald Fairy, please bless your followers, we cannot fight in this environment!"

　　"There is absolutely no way to cause losses to those opponents who are well protected!"

　　Even while she was praying, she saw a single wild elf archer with stiff feet and unable to walk was caught up by the enemy.

　　Then the sharp harpoon directly pierced the chest and belly, and then was brutally lifted to the sky and fell into the snow.

　　"Please bless us, Emerald Fairy! We can't keep fighting! Please bless us!"

　　……

　　In the prayers of the believers, in fact, Bei Qianqian is still insisting with a mouthful of silver teeth.

　　As a strict and well-educated since childhood, she is very aware of the current situation.

　　"I'm going to lose, and it's at the hands of my brother's friend?"

　　"How is this possible! I absolutely do not accept it!"

　　Bei Qianqian's fists clenched tightly.

　　However, when she invades other demigods, she will be severely weakened.

　　After all, other demigods' domains, environments and races are places where they hone and choose and fit perfectly, and can exert most of their strengths.

　　The intruder has to face the embarrassing situation that the environment does not match, and the priesthood cannot use all the power.

　　"I don't admit it! I definitely don't admit it! If I bring those two young green dragons..."

　　"Even if this Zhao Sheng has such a powerful race! It's impossible to beat me!"

　　Bei Qianqian is gritting her teeth.

　　For the sake of her divine mermaid, or the remaining divinity in this world that has not dissipated, she doesn't want to let go.

　　In other words, she didn't want to admit her failure because of the doomed to failure, the invasion of the Divine Realm that caused her heavy losses and interrupted development rhythm!

　　Because as long as you fail, you will be taken away as a victim of political marriage!

　　"I definitely don't want that!"

　　"enough!"

　　But at this moment, a steady voice came from her ear.

　　And a turquoise streamer appeared at the crack of God's Domain, swept all her arms, and dragged it back.