From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 316 Events in the North and Miracle Revelation

Author: Dong Ali

Chapter 316 Events in the North and Miracle Revelation

In the 110th year of the Rune Calendar, after completing a series of technical verifications on the Snake Spirit Tribe and the Snake God, the elves, who had made great breakthroughs in some aspects, officially shifted their attention to the north.

In the past few years, the Republic has cultivated more than tens of thousands of foreign spies, and arranged for them to gradually penetrate into various parts of the mainland, and began to wait for the opportunity in lurking;

In addition, the field has already begun intensive control of abnormal climate, gradually brewing a natural disaster that will sweep across the entire continent.

Abnormal air masses arise in the interior near the Tropic of Cancer and in the northern permafrost areas, and maintain their own expansion trend in the strange increasing currents;

As the scope of the impact gradually expanded, drought and cold disasters occurred in the vast area directly controlled by the air mass. The extreme cold started from the north and gradually engulfed the northern part of the continent. The severe drought started from the south and gradually engulfed the entire southern country.

;

And when cold and heat increasingly converged in the central part of the continent, the continuous heavy rain began to ravage the buffer zone, turning large areas of land into swamps.

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In the northern continent, the war between the three powers and the Far East is still going on. In the past few years, the coalition forces have broken through the opponent's first line of fortress defense in the middle. At this time, they have penetrated deep into its territory, and are on the second and third lines.

The three lines of defense are temporarily stationary;

However, the food shortage crisis gradually began to show signs of relief, and took effect first on the Rhineland. However, the relief from temporary allies in the north and south also allowed the war to continue temporarily.

Generally speaking, since the defenders need to divide their forces and look around, the attackers are able to concentrate their forces on one point for a fierce attack. Therefore, the current appearance of the war is actually beneficial to the West.

The subsequent offensive of the coalition forces was indeed successful. In a relatively short period of time, they conquered the second line of defense of the fortress group in the far east and were now moving towards its real hinterland.

So naturally, the talented King of the Rhine was unwilling to withdraw his troops at this moment, when victory was about to come, as for the drizzle that happened in the rear.

Almost all of its documents were letters blaming the subordinate departments for their 'laziness' and 'cunning', which made the King of the Rhine couldn't help but think,

'Did the previous benevolent government give these lowly guys the illusion that I am 'weak'?'

The policies he issued, such as 'tax reduction' and 'tax-for-service', do not seem to be really effective. Since the 'good intentions' have not paid off, they should be given a taste of the whip.

Therefore, the King of the Rhine ordered to use a tougher attitude and crueler methods to intimidate those lazy slaves and make them work harder, thinking that as long as they are willing to work hard, the crisis of food shortage will naturally be solved smoothly.

solve.

However, whether it was it, the Mammoth Kings, the Tusk Queen, or even the near-gods behind them, they obviously underestimated the intensity, duration, and impact of this drought and flood.

But in fact, some situations outside the battlefield have quietly changed.

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In the buffer zone from the Rhineland to the front line, from a certain moment, it began to rain continuously and continuously. The rain from the sky seemed to have no end, and it continued all day long, turning the entire transportation line into a mess.

And on a certain section of the road, an affiliated regiment numbering over 10,000 was carrying out a mission of transferring food to the front line in such a bad climate.

These people all come from the same tribe, and the leader is the son of the leader. It stands to reason that with the Rhineland's differentiated governance method, no matter how hard the tribe as a whole is living, the top leaders of the tribe should also be able to enjoy a minimum luxurious life.

;

But at this time, the expression on the face and even his own condition of the chief's son, who was the 'agent' of the Rhine ruler, could not be called 'good', because this task was too difficult.

The mission has expired, and the loss of food along the way has greatly exceeded expectations. No matter how much savings are made, the food transporters themselves still have to eat. After the food they carry with them is consumed, the military supplies in the food transport truck will

The product has become the first choice;

Originally, he actually just wanted to use a little military rations to survive, but who would have thought that he would encounter a catastrophe at the end of the road.

The river burst its banks and the road ahead was blocked. The grain transport army had to step on the muddy ground and prepare to detour to high ground to avoid the obstruction of the river;

But later, the mountain trails they took were also blocked by mudslides.

As a result, the "missing date" became more serious, and even the food that was the target of the mission was lost, plus the legion itself was consumed as a last resort.

"Oh my God! What on earth should I do?"

Looking at the far-off end, the chief's son fell into extreme panic. He was afraid of the fate he would face in the future.

After all, the Rhinelander is not a kind person. Even if he encounters a force majeure obstacle, those violent guys will never give him a chance to explain.

But on one of those nights, when he was tossing and turning with troubles, a revelation sounded deep in his heart,

'Bolor, serve me with your faith, and you will gain the power to resist!'

"Father God? No."

The father god of the race disappeared a long time ago, and there has been no response for nearly a thousand years. Besides, except for the 'nobles' like him, there is no longer any trace of those dusty years in the race.

any memory of

So, who is this being?

But no matter what, the severe punishment he was likely to face, and even death, made him no longer have any hesitant thoughts.

"Great one! The humble Boral is willing to serve you and ask for your blessing."

'Very well, my name is the Weaver of the Web, the Giver of Dharma! I will give you blessings and give you the strength to resist.'

As a result, three things called "spells" emerged from the depths of the mind, turned into power and surged up from the body, and then disappeared again;

And its names are ‘Level 3 Bear’s Physique’, ‘Level 3 Cat’s Agility’, ‘Level 3 Ox’s Strength’;

They can not only affect oneself, but also bless others, and their breadth and intensity will gradually be strengthened with the degree of his 'belief'.

Just at this time, there were more names such as 'Fireball Technique', 'Lightning Strike Technique', etc., forming a series of dark logos that appeared in its mind, as if waiting for Boral to truly be qualified.

that day.

Bolor felt excited. Isn't this the ability of shamans?

No, this is definitely more powerful than shamans, because when you use these powers, you don't need the help of an altar at all!

Boral immediately knelt down and bowed respectfully,

"The great web spinner! The majestic spell giver! Bolor will be your most devout believer. But my tribe is too weak, can I allow them to also believe in you?"

Boral made an uneasy request that might have crossed the line.

But he is just an inferior species, and even if he gains strength, he will never be a match for the stronger ones, so in order to save his life, he feels that he must have more helpers.

'I am merciful and allow you to perform a sacrifice, but only the most pious can receive blessings.'

"My Lord! Humble Boral thanks you again for your gift."

After a while, there was no response. If it weren't for the spell marks that still existed inexplicably in his mind, Borol even wondered if he had gone crazy out of fear.

But now?

He tried to bless himself with three spells that could be used, and then hit the ground with all his strength, and with a roar, a hole half a palm deep suddenly appeared on the hard ground.

A large depression in the basin;

While panting due to exhaustion, Boral was intoxicated by the feeling of having power, and it wasn't until a moment later that it came back to its senses and remembered what it should do next.

Condensing the expression on his face and suppressing his surging excitement, he lifted up the damp tent and prepared to order the guards to summon his 'cronies'.

This is obviously a camp with nearly 10,000 residents, but at this time, there are only less than a hundred tents visible, and most of them are made up of centralized food trucks and rain sails covering them.

The illusions generated are actually very few that can actually be used to live in;

And in these few tents, there are only more than a hundred of Boral's "confidants" living there. Although they are not worth mentioning compared to the clan of the clan, they are like powerful people among the tribes in their hometown.

existence;

As for the rest of the so-called "compatriots", just look at those who are laying on the ground beside the campfire and sleeping huddled.

At this time, all these 'powerful people' gathered in Bolor's tent, and while listening to his excited words, they showed thoughtful expressions on their faces.

A night when nothing seemed to happen passed quietly amidst the spreading rain. When the tribe members responsible for transporting food woke up and endured their discomfort and prepared to work, they saw something in the center of the camp.

A hanging corpse;

That's the chief's son.

The new leader who took the blame also suppressed his impatience and reluctantly gave an explanation.

"That guy is crazy and is going to take everyone to death because of his own mistakes. We will hand over his body to the sect master."

"Oh, that's it."

At the same time, in the Elf headquarters in the far south, a scene related to this seemed to have occurred.

I saw an elf with puzzlement written all over his face. At this moment, he crushed the fruit in his hand, and in the residue and juice in his hand, he cursed and said,

"Damn fools! Stupid bastards!"

"What's wrong?" Another elf tilted his head back from his seat and asked curiously.

"It seems that I did choose the wrong target."

"Hey, let me tell you, if you want to choose a true devotee who is from a lower-class background and is unwilling to accept his fate, how can the bunch of insects you picked succeed?"

"Didn't I think that I could take advantage of their identities? I thought that bringing more with less would save more resources in the field. After all, the methods of thought transformation and filtering are not yet mature."

"So, has the savings been achieved?"

"Um, no."

"That's fine~"

"Okay, I'm going to deal with the aftermath first. After all, I can't let these idiots really spread the matter to the Rhineland."

"Haha, please give me some snacks this time. Some things cannot be taken for granted. In particular, web weavers are a very important part."

"Okay, okay, I get it!"

"Hehe~"

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A month later, the Rheinland Logistics Base received a report from the Air Cavalry Patrol.

According to the report, in just over a month, there were several inferior grain transport regiments on the grain transportation line. After attacking and killing the grain inspector of their own tribe, they disappeared with the remaining grain and grass.

This news attracted the attention of the Rhinelanders, and the ensuing expansion of the food crisis aggravated their anger, so more severe disciplinary measures were issued.

The anger from the front line will inevitably fall on the tribes where the escapees were born.

Of course, the long distance back and forth meant that even if the air cavalry traveled in person, it would take some time to complete the execution of the punishment.

And during this process, certain changes on the home front are still taking place.

Different from the continuous heavy rains on the grain transportation line, the climate in the Rhineland at this time is completely opposite to it. A severe drought that is rare in history broke out in the past few years and soon swept almost the entire country;

As a result, rivers dried up, land dried up, and grain and pasture production decreased soon after.

However, the Rhine species have huge food reserves of their own, and they are not involved in production at all. They are not very sensitive to abnormal changes in climate, so at this time, they will not have any sympathy for the inferior species who are regarded as slaves, and they will give birth to

empathy

Even if the top level issued policies such as 'tax reduction' out of certain needs, when it fell into the hands of some 'loyal' or loyal executors, it was done deliberately or unintentionally.

The layers of increase have put the affiliated tribes of various parties under huge production pressure.

Even these tribes, who have been deeply enslaved, are helplessly looking for miracles when facing such pressure, hoping that God will give them a chance to complete their mission.

The tribe that Boluer was born into is one of these endless ‘helpless people’

Because of the grain transportation task assigned by the clan leader, the chief's heirs have taken away most of the tribe's labor force, and the original promise of "tax reduction" has been seriously distorted in the hands of some executors;

In the end, the tax burden that fell on them was actually not much more favorable than in previous years.

In other words, the tribe has to rely on the remaining half of the labor force, plus at most some old and weak people who have to use crutches and wear crotchless pants to work, to assume almost the same production tasks as before.

This tribe has always had to turn in livestock and food, but the recent season has been very unsatisfactory. Not only has the labor force been reduced, but even the nearby rivers on which they depend for survival have dried up, leaving only a little bit of them.

amount of water;

In order for the animals and the living to have water to drink, they must dig deep wells desperately, and walk a long distance from dawn to dusk to get water from far away, so that they can get barely enough harvest.

And seeing that the irrigation period is coming, facing the skyrocketing demand for water, the entire tribe, whether serfs or nobles, has fallen into indiscriminate despair, as if they have become real for the first time.

Compatriots' like that.

And one night in the meantime, a revelation also came, saying that as long as they put their faith in it, they would be given the power to resist.

"Can you give us water?"

They don't even dare to think about resisting. What the tribe wants is just enough water for them to survive and complete their tasks. As long as they have this, they are already satisfied.

It is unknown whether the 'existence' felt helpless, but it did provide water. There was an underground river whose flow direction was changed out of thin air, causing water to bubble up in the tribe's deep well.

Therefore, this affiliated department hurriedly started production activities while praying with gratitude and devotion. The taxes to be paid to the suzerain must not be less.

The upper echelons of the tribe breathed a sigh of relief, and the serfs at the bottom also breathed a sigh of relief. But just as they were happily supervising or carrying out the farm work, a piece of news from afar made the entire tribe feel like they had fallen into an ice cave.

"What! The food transport army took the food from the front line and ran away?!"

Amidst the trembling like chaff, a suffocation feeling as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling followed, flooding the throats of all tribe members at this moment;

Afterwards, the scene of the sky-wide sky cavalry coming in to cover the sky and destroying the tribes, killing everyone who could breathe, seemed to have emerged before their eyes.

And at this time, a certain word from 'Existence' seemed to echo in their minds again.

'Are we going to resist?'

'No, maybe this is just a rumor, and maybe the sect master will be merciful.'

However, the imaginary 'misunderstanding' and 'mercy' did not come. Only a arrogant High Rhine, with several ordinary citizens, and a group of slave centurions, at an inappropriate moment, in

At an opportunity that it shouldn't have appeared, it came to the tribe with a butcher knife.

Afterwards, the killing began, with ten, dozens, and hundreds of serfs dying without any resistance;

‘Are we going to resist? No, maybe they will be satisfied just by killing the serfs’

The nobles fell to the ground and begged for mercy while trembling, hoping to spare the lives of the humble serfs. However, the noble heads flew out for more than a few meters with blood splashing on them, and then came the second and third ones.

'Are we going to resist? No, maybe it won't be my turn to die at all. The sect leaders have vented their anger enough and still rely on my help.'

Afterwards, the heads of several nobles were chopped off, and hundreds of serfs were killed. However, they still closed their eyes and relied on the mercy of the knife wielder or some other emotion to survive.

"Go to hell!"

A loud shout rang out from the crowd who were waiting for death, and amid the horrified expressions of the crowd, they picked up the farm tools at hand and opened the head of a slave soldier from behind;

When the white and red were swaying, the martial artist's expression was ferocious. He held the farm tools in his hands tightly and shouted angrily,

"Aren't they all waiting to die? The guy who copied them will chop them down!"

At first, there were only a handful of responders. But a few serfs with red eyes, who had been staring at the corpses of their relatives and friends and struggling internally, finally took up arms;

No, those were too shabby or even crude to be called weapons, but they still chose to resist;

But this kind of behavior seemed to stir up a certain heartstring of the rest, causing one hand to unconsciously touch the guy who was taking advantage of him or not, even if they still couldn't make up their mind, they still couldn't make up their minds before the butcher's knife.

While he was still standing, he subconsciously waved his hand and completed the most important first move.

Thus, the real resistance began, and tens of thousands of angry people drowned the massacres like a rising tide;

They knocked every slave soldier, and even a few ordinary Rhinese, to the ground, and then slaughtered them all when the noble ones exclaimed "no";

No, actually we can’t kill them all.

At least the senior Rhine who led the team came out of the siege circle early for some unknown reason. At this time, he was shouting crazily in the distance,

"You bastards! Wait for me! I will lead my troops to crush your tribe! Kill you inferior things!"

Then, he rode the earth lion mount under his crotch that was given by a certain mistress, and ran away with his legs folded.

The killing that was taking place in the tribe stopped soon after. Looking at the corpses of slave soldiers on the ground, especially those of Rhine among them, all the tribesmen felt deep fear after calming down, and even more.

Extreme panic.

They looked at the 'initiator' in confusion, but they were helpless that the matter had come to this, and there was really no turning back, so they could only think about what to do next.

"Run."

"Hide."

"Young ones, strong ones, take the younger ones and run away. We old guys will only be a burden. Go find the grain transport corps, or just find a place to hide. You will always have a chance to survive."

At this time, no one was stupid enough to say 'surrender yourself for leniency', but where should so many old, weak, sick and disabled people run, and how should they survive if they run away, has become the most helpless problem at the moment;

It seems that the best way is the most helpless way - abandon the vast majority of the old and weak, and only hope that the ones with the highest probability can truly survive.

On the other side, the group of 'noble people' had almost accepted the reality at this time. Although they were helpless, they could only continue to consider the direction of 'escape';

Perhaps it was because he usually ate too much, or because he had a wider range of contacts, so as soon as his eyes rolled, the chief thought of some kind of possibility of surviving in death.

"That god! We can ask the almighty god!"

"Yes, you are worthy of being a chief!"

"Yes, the gods will definitely help us!"

The chief's words were immediately recognized by the vast majority of the tribe, and his previously precarious position seemed to be stabilized again;

So, of course, the chief once again stood at the forefront and began to direct the rest of the tribe to do the next thing.

Gradually, a simple altar, whose usefulness was unknown, was erected under the stack of several stones. Then the entire tribe, led by the nobles, knelt down and prayed to the gods;

Unexpectedly, or perhaps it should not have been unexpected, this simple and unusual ritual actually received a response, and the voice of the gods actually appeared in the scene a moment later.

"Raise your head, warrior, and tell me your name."

Although the spirit is invisible, his sight is as real as substance, and his words are not directed at the front row at the first time, at the noble people with expectant eyes, but fall in the back row, someone who is hidden

corners of exclusion;

"Arndt, the mighty one, my name is Arndt!"

The person being questioned was the serf who was the first to resist. He responded with some excitement and some confusion.

"You are very good. God loves the souls of the world, but God loves those who help themselves even more, Arndt. I will give you my gaze, blessings and strength. With my gifts, let's carry forward the Nature Sect."

"My lord, what should I do?"

Arndt, who had only done farm work and raised animals all his life, was now completely at a loss, completely different from his previous brave posture.

"The Rhine species, the mammoth species, the tusked species, they are greedy people who have polluted this land, and what they believe in are false gods. The teachings of nature require the most severe punishment for this, until they are willing to change;"

Great words and great vision, but for Arndt, this was truly an unbearable burden.

"But...but I'm so weak, my lord, I.I.I.I think.I can't do it."

In response, the god gave his answer. The sound that seemed grand but did not leak out at all resounded throughout the place where all the tribesmen gathered.

“While God gives love, he will also send teachings and strength;”

"Love will be given to my son, and my son needs to let my teachings spread to the world and convince the world's souls to convert. But when facing stubborn people, strength will also become my son's best words."

As soon as he finished speaking, powerful wild power emerged from Arndt's body, along with a series of 'natural spells' such as 'Thorns', 'Wild Blessing', 'Plant Drive', etc.;

Arndt clearly realized that even if he did not understand these things at all, they had become abilities that he could use.

"Remember, you are not alone, because the sight of the true God has come to this world, the Mother of the Earth, the Thunder Punisher, the Lord of the Netherworld, the God of Suffering and Virtue, the God of Valor and War, the Weaver of the Web."

"These existences and their believers will be allies of my people until the false gods are pulled out, but that is only 'before they are pulled out'."

"So, go, my son, my people, accumulate strength, resist, overthrow those who pollute nature to the ground, and then build a thousand temples for me and preach my teachings. I and my followers will live forever.

will win the world."

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When the north was plunged into a series of strange changes due to natural disasters and 'man-made' disasters, the Elf headquarters was also quietly carrying out certain projects.

On the material level, there are several strange and busy offices in the Altar of Heroes, and there are several "folders" with awesome labels in the dream mind;

At the dream level, a large and complex net starts from the altar and spreads its teeth and claws to the north, covering the entire continent. However, its presence in each side still leaves some differences in density;

The big net is rooted in the dreams that are maintained and unfolded in layers, and the deepest parts of these dreams seem to 'raise' some strange illusory props

(End of chapter)