Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

Chapter 404: Burnt to ashes (Please subscribe, please vote)

"High Priest, what should I do now?"

Siqi Baili whispered to the high priest for his opinion. Just now, Siqi Baili yelled at the high priest on impulse. Now that Siqi Baili has regained his senses, he naturally wants to ask the high priest for his opinion.

The high priest did not bear a grudge against Siqibaili's previous impulse. He was well aware of the anxiety and pressure that the leader of the Dwarf Knights was feeling at the moment.

In the tribe, the high priest is regarded as the supreme spiritual leader and wise man. His duty is to point out the direction for the tribe members and answer their questions.

Like the alchemists of the Holy Dragon Academy of the Longteng Empire, the high priest is highly respected by the people of the tribe for his outstanding knowledge and extraordinary abilities.

Their wisdom and strength are regarded as indispensable and valuable assets of the tribe, and play a vital role in maintaining the prosperity and stability of the tribe.

Whether in religious ceremonies, decision-making consultation, or resolving disputes and passing on culture, the high priest plays a key role.

When disputes arise within the tribe, the high priest will play the role of mediator, resolving conflicts with fairness and wisdom and maintaining the harmony and stability of the tribe.

At the same time, they are also responsible for inheriting and promoting tribal culture by telling history, imparting knowledge and skills, and ensuring that the traditional culture of the tribe can be passed down from generation to generation.

Their existence provides spiritual guidance and support to tribal members, enabling the entire tribe to unite as one and jointly resist foreign enemies when facing difficulties and challenges.

Because of this, the high priest's position in the tribe is irreplaceable.

"Burn them! These soldiers cannot be saved. If their bodies are not properly handled, the plague will probably rage again." The high priest sighed sadly.

These were all loyal people of the tribe, but now they were to be burned to death at his command. The pain in his heart was beyond words.

"Goblin troops, prepare to hurl."

Following the leader's order, the goblins lit the green phosphorus fire bottles in their hands. The firelight reflected on their cunning faces, looking extremely strange and mysterious.

They took aim and threw the Molotov cocktails in their hands with all their might. Flames streaked across the night sky and headed straight for the soldiers infected with the disease.

In a flash, the green phosphorus fire agent exploded in the air, turning into a blazing green sea of ​​fire.

The fire spread instantly, completely engulfing the helpless soldiers.

There were bursts of screams and wails coming from the sea of ​​fire. The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into hell on earth, which was creepy.

Looking at the screaming soldiers, Siqibaili's teeth were almost broken. His eyes were fixed on the soldiers wailing in the flames, as if he wanted to remember this scene in his heart.

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After the green fire raged, the tribe's soldiers were reduced to ashes in just one minute.

The ground was vitrified by high temperature, forming an elliptical glass surface with a diameter of about fifty meters.

A sour smell filled the air, the residual smell of burning.

On this vitrified ground, you can vaguely see armor and weapons that have been melted into molten iron. These are the last traces left by the once vibrant life.

This is the power of the tribe’s weapon of war - the green phosphorus fire bottle.

The spread of this weapon is extremely terrifying, and once you are infected, it is difficult to extinguish because it is mixed with special potions made in the goblin laboratory.

This agent made the flames more intense and difficult to extinguish, resulting in such tragic consequences.

"Someone, clean up the battlefield."

Lin Yi and Su Xiao had already retreated to the rear of the Iron Blood Legion. Under Lin Yi's control, a group of people emerged from the shadow passage, startling the supervisory team who were supervising the battle nearby. However, after seeing the blood on the soldiers' armor and their eyes, the supervisory team understood that this group of people had just retreated from the battlefield.

"Yes, it seems that not all the people in the tribe are brainless."

Lin Yi saw the green flames sweeping across the earth, which meant that all the infected soldiers left behind by Lin Yi were killed by the tribe.

Soldiers' bodies were an extremely dangerous source of infection.

The most effective way to eradicate the spread of the disease was to completely burn the bodies of these soldiers with fire.

He was not surprised by the tribe's decisive decision.

After all, the war between the tribes and the empire had lasted for hundreds of years, and the sympathy and compassion between the two sides had long been worn out in the long war.

Therefore, Lin Yi had expected the tribe to take such extreme measures.

At this time, the war had lasted for more than five hours. The soldiers on the battlefield were blood-thirsty and immersed in the fierce battle.

The members of the supervision team also learned about Lin Yi and Su Xiao's deeds from the soldiers. After learning that they were the small group that had shown great power in the tribal army, the supervision team also put down their weapons.

Lin Yi and Su Xiao have exceeded their mission this time. They did not escape, but just retreated temporarily.

For such soldiers, the supervision team will naturally not urge them to continue to go to the battlefield.

“Come on, come on, let’s eat first, and then we can talk about other things after we finish eating.”

After saying this, Lin Yi began to take out the battlefield pot from his personal space.

After experiencing the last war world, he prepared a lot of extra supplies in his personal space, including solid alcohol, battlefield pots, fresh water filters, etc.

It can be said that as long as something might be useful in the wild, Lin Yi has prepared two copies in his backpack to avoid accidents or if one of them has problems and cannot be used temporarily.

In front of the iron pot, Su Xiao was stirring it with a soup spoon. There was bubbling seafood soup inside. This was a convenient food made by Xia. It had been processed and only needed to be cooked for a while.

The unique aroma of seafood wafted in the air, and the human soldiers near Su Xiao looked sideways and kept swallowing their saliva, but no one dared to step forward to ask for or snatch it.

Lin Yi on the side was processing the fast food prepared by Xia.

Due to the magical properties of personal space, fast food remains hot, which saves Lin Yi the trouble of heating it.

After arranging the various dishes, Lin Yi took out a huge rice cooker filled with fragrant rice.

The size of this pot is even bigger than Lin Yi’s head, but for Su Xiao and Lin Yi, who have big appetites, this amount of rice is just enough for two people.

Su Xiao served the two of them a big bowl of seafood soup. The soup was thick and smooth, and tasted extremely delicious. No one knew what ingredients Xia Du used. Su Xiao only recognized a few ingredients such as shrimp tail meat, clams, and bean sprouts.

"Okay, it's time to eat. Remember to wipe your hands with alcohol wipes before eating. Eating is a sacred thing."

Lin Yi took out a few alcohol wipes and handed them to Su Xiao. Su Xiao gladly took the wipes and he also agreed with Lin Yi's point of view.

After running around on the battlefield for so long, being able to have a clean meal is indeed a rare enjoyment.

He carefully wiped the blood off his hands and face, then began to enjoy this sumptuous meal with Lin Yi.

(End of this chapter)