Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

A beast tide? Neil was taken aback; this was information he hadn't been able to find out earlier.

In Norse mythology, this is a relatively obscure term, since 70% of the area is sea and almost all of it consists of islands, leaving little space for animals to reproduce.

There are some inland, but isn't there a war going on there?

Except in certain places, 98% of the other groups were basically wiped out by the aftershocks before they could even be organized and formed.

According to Neil's observation, Snow Island is located in the icy sea, far from the battlefield and relatively remote, which barely meets the requirements.

But isn't there a hybrid kingdom here? It's not weak overall, and it has a few heroic spirits guarding it, so there shouldn't be any panic or fear.

"It's just that ordinary cities like Lai and Gusong were destroyed; there's no need to worry about it."

There was a bar on the first floor of the hotel, someone said nonchalantly upon hearing this.

"Those beasts have been quite restless lately, but they don't pose a threat to us yet."

"There are no plans from above, and they probably intend to let the breeding grounds die on their own. I don't want to risk my life for a few ants."

Many mixed-race people held up their mead and echoed this with laughter.

Their clothing was not as extravagant as that of pirates, but rather relatively ordinary. However, the subtle sense of violence emanating from them was worthy of the bloodline of a warrior nation.

They refer to ordinary cities as "breeding grounds," remaining indifferent and aloof as if it's none of their business.

This is only the bottom level. Some even joked that the kingdom's higher-ups had already looted almost all the faith crystals and wouldn't be able to cut a second wave in a short time, which is why they hadn't taken any action.

Neil found a seat and listened to these words with a cold gaze.

But we have a general idea of ​​what happened.

"After Odin's thunderstorm, the war has not yet begun, but all parts of the icy sea continue to be affected, and the most abnormalities are seen in the beasts whose senses are extremely sensitive."

"Just like the swarms of frogs that migrate before a storm, the giant beasts here also act wildly and spontaneously."

"The Snow Kingdom was affected, but as the dominant power on the island, the impact was not too great, so the people here did not care much."

Neil shook his head, looked around, and a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

Although this kingdom is not of a high level and is unaware of the naval war, it is an established fact that it is ready to fight at any time and cannot be changed.

Beast tides are a natural phenomenon that will only become more and more violent. If we don't deal with them in advance, we will be the ones who suffer the most.

"As for those ordinary cities... forget it, I can't even manage them myself, why would I want to help them?"

"Let's get on the ship to Blizzard Island as soon as it arrives and leave."

Neil shook his head and sighed, but there was nothing he could do but feel helpless.

Although he felt sorry for others who were in trouble, he was not a saint and did not intend to do anything that might put himself in danger.

Although this body of mine is just a clone, it is the only one that has a physical form.

Without it, it's impossible to access the secret realm of Blizzard Island.

Moreover, the clone's power is limited, not even reaching the level of a Heroic Spirit, so he has no intention of playing the hero.

He shook his head, sat for a while, then got up and went to the counter. After inquiring about the ship and completing some formalities, he handed over a few secret copper coins and checked in.

Neil still has the gifts left by the evil dragon, enough to stay here for a year, but he has no intention of flaunting his wealth.

Upon entering the room, Neil looked around to make sure everything was alright, then opened the control panel.

Name: Neil

Race: Giant (Mystic Puppet)

[Level: 18 (Maximum Performance: 5)]

Attack Power: 2219 (Maximum Potential: 72)

[Faith Points: 7]

[Resource: 100312]

[Blueprint: wooden houses, farmland, arrow towers, fishing nets, pits, fishponds, and tombstones]

[Runes: Lightning Lv1, Reproduction Lv1, Split Lv1, Armor Lv1, Treasure Hunt Lv1, Dragonfire Lv1, Rain Call Lv1, Sacrifice Lv2, Concealment Lv2, Sharpness Lv2, Frenzy Lv2, Explosion Lv3]

It seems that its external device is carried by consciousness, so even clones can use it.

Looking at the Faith value column in the data, Neil thought of several ways to collect it, but suddenly felt somewhat resistant.

"As expected, whether it's gods or giants, their attitude towards mortals is always aloof and condescending, basically like keeping them at home."

Thinking about what he had just heard at the bar, he became even more certain of this.

There are many ways to collect faith, but the three main ones are the most common.

The first method is to impart doctrines, gaining reliance by providing mortals with help and hope. The faith generated by this method is very pure, and both gods and giants like it very much.

But it's too troublesome, so basically no gods or giants would use it.

They prefer to exert external pressure, forcing ordinary people to believe in them through threats. The faith born out of despair is even purer than the first type.

Although the second method fosters relatively fewer beliefs, it is easy to "kill the goose that lays the golden eggs."

But as long as there are enough "chickens" needed, they can be obtained continuously.

"Especially now, in times of war, even without special pressure or coercion, ordinary people can only believe in powerful beings and seek psychological comfort."

"Sometimes, even in relatively safe places, those who are worshipped will create 'natural disasters' on their own, as long as they don't have to reveal that they did it."

Seeing those methods of gaining faith filled Neil with disgust.

He also remembered that when he was inland, gods and giants fought, and the aftershocks still lingered in that area.

Every so often, I and the rest of the group had to get up and seek refuge. We could only eat food covered in mud every day, and we were so miserable that we were not much different from dogs.

Finally, one day, the aftermath subsided, and everyone in the group breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the battle was finally over, and settled down to live their lives.

Suddenly another storm erupted, destroying everything they had painstakingly built.

The thought of refugees being swept into the sky left the remaining people trembling as they clasped their hands in prayer.

Based on what he knew, Neil couldn't help but feel a strong sense of rejection and disgust.

"However, according to records, higher-level gods would establish unique city-states and kingdoms, and carry out another method of gathering faith."

"That kind of thing is relatively safe and has other unique functions, so it is kept secret and will not be easily disseminated."

"As a Valkyrie, Slud should use this type of weapon."

Neil felt a sense of rejection, but recalling the other person's "naive" reaction, he roughly guessed what was going on, and his rejection of that particular person lessened slightly.

The third common method is "bewitchment".

That kind of ability causes less damage but requires specific skills, which Neil can't do right now, at least not.

"The matter of collecting faith must indeed be put on the agenda."

"Otherwise, once the war breaks out, even if we have a lot of different types of runes, the level of our base construction will be very limited."

"If we drag this out any longer, it's no different from waiting to die."