The victory of a religion in another world is so easy?

A: Sling

A small, chopped-down wooden stake was placed in front of Rand.

At this moment, he stood upright with his mind focused, tied a leather bag between two ropes of the same length, and placed a stone in the bag.

Grab the end of the rope and swing it rapidly overhead. When you feel the speed has reached its maximum, release one strap, and the stone in the bag will be thrown out in the tangential direction.

Missed.

Rand was not annoyed. He picked up another stone and swung the rope again, this time hitting the target.

With a soft snap, the stone struck the small wooden stake, causing it to tremble slightly. The stone bounced away, but the bark at the point of impact had completely cracked, leaving a dent in the wood inside, with slight cracks around it.

"Did you understand everything?" Rand asked, turning around.

The followers and slaves behind them nodded as if they understood, but couldn't see how powerful this thing was.

Rand doesn't need them to understand it either.

If one were to truly master the art of slingshotting, it would be possible to hit any target within fifty meters, but this would require an immense amount of effort, and Rand did not need them to reach that level of skill.

If you don't practice properly, the hit rate of this thing is very low and its power is not great.

However, when there are a large number of people, they will form a barrage of bullets, which will cause great damage to unarmored or lightly armored units.

All he needs is for his followers to refrain from attacking their own people.

His current goal is to clear out the monster lairs near the hideout, and most of the monsters don't wear armor.

The appearance of a monster lair near the hideout was not entirely unexpected for Rand. After all, although the area was easy for paladins to find, it was still relatively remote compared to ordinary villages, and there wouldn't be any noble armies coming to clear out monsters every now and then.

During the initial exploration, some slaves were injured by monsters, which seriously violated Rand's dignity!

It's time to let these monsters feel the oppression of the Church!

Paladin Tanl watched quietly for a while, and he had already sensed the divine wisdom emanating from this messenger of the gods.

Only after Rand announced that the believers should take a break did he step forward: "The seed buyer is back."

At this moment, Tanl had removed his helmet at Rand's request, revealing a handsome and heroic face with no scars and a calm demeanor.

His eyes were always thoughtful.

"That's great! We can start planning to plant crops now!"

“Someone got robbed, and the price they paid for the seeds was wrong.” Tanl’s expression wasn’t good, because he was also in charge of this matter, after all, he was the only educated person present besides Rand.

"What do you mean?" Rand asked, looking puzzled.

In fact, Rand had not completely disregarded the possibility of unforeseen events, so he arranged for multiple people to enter the town in batches. This not only reduced the risk but also allowed them to gather intelligence.

According to the bandits, they were originally ordinary villagers, but one day they were suddenly robbed by soldiers with lion patterns printed on their bodies.

Therefore, these few who escaped with their lives had no choice but to come here and become bandits.

Isn't the lion emblem the emblem of the Lonza royal family? The first North-South conflict is starting now?

Feeling somewhat uneasy about this, Rand assigned the mission of gathering information to the cult members who went to make purchases, including checking for any wanted posters for Tanl. A powerful apostate paladin would likely be wanted, though the church might not want to publicize it.

Tanl said, "The Kingdom of Lensa and the Northern Alliance have gone to war."

He had initially thought that Rand might not know about the power distribution among human nations, and he was prepared to explain, but after he finished speaking, he only saw Rand looking thoughtful, without any sign of doubt.

So it turns out that beings like divine messengers also seriously examine human forces? No wonder those cults are always so difficult to eradicate.

Rand, however, believed this was a test from Tanl! How could a cult messenger be unaware of the power distribution among human nations? If he truly was unaware, it would mean that even without the Torch Church taking direct action, he would be wiped out by human nobles.

There's nothing we can do about this situation since war has broken out; we're lucky if we can even buy seeds.

But they robbed me of my money and then maliciously raised the price for me. I'll remember this grudge and get my revenge sooner or later.

However, he can only retreat now. If he remembers correctly, the first North-South conflict will soon be mediated by the Torch Church, and theoretically it will not affect his remote mountain village.

However, the most urgent thing now is to dispel Tanl's suspicions, as he feels that Tanl is looking at him with increasing doubt.

Rand now senses a crisis for the gods!

If there were a skepticism index, Rand felt that Tanl was almost at its maximum and it was time to question him.

Then he issued a challenge and easily defeated the imposter messenger.

Taland's wondrous adventure in the world of Deep Moon is about to come to a close.

Chapter 5 Minotaur, also a bull!

Three days later, Rand led two-thirds of his men to the minotaurs' lair.

These creatures generally live in the dark underground, but occasionally groups of minotaurs can be found on the surface.

The cultist who was scouting the surrounding area was injured by a minotaur in this direction and is still lying in bed unable to get up.

Now that morale is high and the troops are well-equipped, it is the perfect time to launch a punitive expedition!

Although they were actually just a group of recruits who had only trained for three days.

However, with the morale boost unique to cultists, they are not a weak unit.

They were not very afraid of death, and they had absolute trust in the commands of the divine messengers.

In other words, it's a religious regime, which grants +3 morale.

The minotaur's lair is not far from their hideout; it is a wilderness.

The desolate wilderness, strewn with boulders, should have been lush with trees, but with the arrival of the Minotaur tribe, the trees were trampled flat and a cave was carved out of the mountain.

In a relatively flat area in front of the cave entrance stands a totem pole, signifying the Minotaur tribe's control over the surrounding area.

The paladin was also present. Perhaps he had some prior knowledge of this, because after a quick glance, he concluded: "Judging from the number of hoof prints, it should be a group of about ten animals."

Rand nodded, indicating that he understood, though the paladin might not have seen his nod.

With the arrival of Rand and his companions, the Minotaur race naturally took notice.

The leader of this group of minotaurs is a rare female, although this is not apparent from her imposing and majestic appearance.

Because she is a rare wise woman among the minotaurs!

They were originally just one of the ordinary minotaur tribes living in the Underdark, until a sudden tribal civil war turned their homeland upside down.

This reduced their once large tribe of over a hundred people to just over ten.

Faced with a clan whose strength had been greatly reduced, she, as the leader, immediately decided to leave the Underdark through a temporary portal she had discovered by chance and head to the surface.

They rested and recuperated here for a while until nearby human villages began to migrate to their area.

The moment of life or death has arrived.

In fact, if Rand hadn't acted quickly enough, they would have already decided to raid the village. If the human kingdom had discovered their presence, the knights would have immediately come to wipe them out.

With their current strength, they have absolutely no chance of surviving.

But when it comes to dealing with a fragile human race that numbers less than fifty, it's a simple and easy task.

Although they number only eleven, every minotaur is a warrior! These humans, who don't even have armor or proper weapons, are no match for them.

Although these minotaur warriors did not have armor or proper weapons.

It is located at a relatively high point outside the cave entrance.

Rand opened his arms and felt the gentle breeze on his face.

As for why he had such a broad view, it was naturally because Rand was standing on Tanl's shoulders, which meant that with more people around, the view was higher!

Having a good physique makes all the difference. Although he had never practiced acrobatics, Rand didn't feel unsteady standing on someone's shoulders.

Tanl was a little nervous. There were eleven minotaurs here. He gripped his sword hilt tightly, ready to draw it at any moment.

If he were to face this minotaur tribe alone, then eleven would be an extremely extreme number.

If an adult minotaur appears alone in the wild, it requires a team of three experienced adventurers who have been active as combat-type adventurers for at least two years to ensure its safety.

The simultaneous appearance of eleven of them already constitutes a formidable fighting force, one that even a combined force of all the warriors in a typical knightly lord would be unable to withstand.

Moreover, it seems likely that this group has an elite Tauren.

At this moment, Tanl was not surrounded by his familiar comrades, which made him tense.

He was surrounded by a group of civilians who needed protection, making it a truly daunting task.

Just then he heard Rand's command: "Ready!"

It wasn't until Rand gave the order to prepare that he realized these people who looked like ordinary villagers were actually a group of cultists.

With a powerful divine messenger here, there's no need to worry about failure.

However, unlike Tanl's relief, Rand was sweating profusely.

He's been having such a comfortable time lately that he's forgotten he's a casual gamer.

He was fairly aware of the major events, but he was unaware of some of the details.

So why are there more than three Minotaur tribes on the surface of the earth now?

Isn't this still in the first expansion pack?

This is simply making things difficult for Fat Tiger!

Running away is out of the question; the Tauren's natural strength and speed are unmatched by humans.

At this point, we had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Just as the minotaurs were about to form a formation, Rand shouted, "Release!"

At Rand's command, the cultists pulled on the slings and launched the stones.

There were a total of twenty slingers, and twenty stone projectiles. From a distance, they didn't seem like much, but up close, they were as dense as rain.

The smooth stone bullet cut through the breeze and struck the minotaur who was trying to charge forward at high speed.

With screams, the three minotaurs in the front row collapsed, their bodies riddled with bloody holes, before they even understood what was happening. The minotaurs behind them were also injured to varying degrees.

what is this?

Witnessing all this, Shasha, the minotaur leader in the back row, looked horrified. She was quite familiar with bows and arrows, but these seemingly weak and powerless stones could actually knock down the naturally mighty and strong minotaurs.

At this moment, Rand was still standing on Tanl's shoulders, physically superior to him.