Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

When Zhao Qianye saw the battle between the dwarves and the mutated blue orcs in Sunset Canyon, he had already spotted a glimmer of an opportunity, a glimmer of his own opportunity.

He was stunned by the bravery, tenacity, and desperate pleading of the dwarf warriors.

He was familiar with all kinds of related books and subjects, especially the intelligent races, and he was very knowledgeable. He never thought that his first batch of believers would choose an intelligent race with its own civilization and history.

For newcomers, intelligent races are the most difficult to obtain faith among all races. Especially for races that have their own civilization, history, and even believe in gods, it is simply harder to change their beliefs than to kill them.

Class existence, advantages and disadvantages are extremely polarizing.

Intelligent races have different levels in the racial map. Like the dwarves, the median intelligent race is divided according to its growth potential and combat effectiveness.

A middle-level intelligent race, they have their own civilization, history, and their own gods and totems.

The advantage is that they communicate very well. Through the training of students, their combat effectiveness will increase rapidly. For example, fighting formations, arranging troops, and fighting will not be too comfortable.

But the shortcomings are also extremely obvious, because they have their own civilization, beliefs, pursuits and persistence. It is too difficult for outsiders to gain their recognition, let alone change their beliefs.

Zhao Qianye had no intention of desperately seeking out civilized and intelligent races, and using his sharp tongue and false pretense to convince them.

But!

The dwarf warriors in Sunset Canyon faced a dead end and the death of the gods they believed in, but they saw a glimmer of opportunity.

certainly!

Even if the dwarf warriors are at the end of their rope and are about to be exterminated, their stubbornness, stubbornness, and reverence for the glory of their ancestors will not allow them to give in easily and change their beliefs.

Because of this, he was a little uneasy and nervous, and had been waiting for the opportunity.

Although the intermediate intelligent races have shortcomings of one kind or another, their advantages are also extremely dazzling.

The dwarves are born to be blacksmiths. They are proficient in excavation, crafting, runes, and their own anti-magic talents are enough to make ordinary newcomers salivate.

This risk is worth taking.

His empty talk about being the King of Kings and the Gazer of the Mountains is all based on the tricks in textbooks that he has learned and sold now.

It cannot stand the proof!

Sure enough, Gormarus Redfurnace, the dwarf king, even though he is old, cannot be easily deceived.

He looked up at the foreign "gods" floating in the low altitude, clenched his fists, and roared an oath: "Great gods, please send down divine punishment to punish these evil blue orcs, they are evil spirits.

Minions, the creatures of Middle-earth are suffering and destroyed."

"Destroy the minions of evil spirits in front of you. I, Gomarus Red Furnace, am willing to believe in your greatness and praise your kindness together with my people."

The dwarf warriors who gathered around the leader also beat their chests and roared, "I pray to the great gods from the sky to send down divine punishment and punish these evil minions. Great descendants of Turin, I am willing to follow in your footsteps to the death."

The sound is like a roar, and its sound shakes the sky.

Amanlu and his men all showed fear and fear, and their attack stopped.

When the dwarf women and children at the foot of the mountain saw the gods coming, they all roared wildly and vented their inner grievances and anger.

Zhao Qianye looked embarrassed, "What kind of divine punishment is this? I have the ability to do it, so I just did it, and why do you still need to talk about it?"

"If you can do it, who is still beeping?"

He was panicking in his heart, but his expression did not move at all. His mind was frantically searching for the knowledge he had learned in the textbook on how to deal with the predicament in front of him.

The King of the Dwarves looked expectant and had a crazy fighting spirit that was eager to give it a try.

Dwarf warriors, there are no cowards.

They want to avenge their dead compatriots, even if they fight until the last moment and spill their blood in the wilderness.

suddenly!

Zhao Qianye had a flash of inspiration, showed his style, waved his hand, revealed a hint of dissatisfaction, and scolded mightily: "Stupid mortals, the place where the Kingdom of God fell is a place of chaos, even the gods will retreat here! I,

I couldn’t bear to have the noble bloodline of Turin’s descendants cut off, so I traveled thousands of miles to come here from outside the territory!”

He leaned down and pressed down. The huge shadow gave Gomarus, the king of the dwarves, a huge pressure and dissatisfaction. "Your request makes me dissatisfied!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qianye floated upwards, showing a look of staying out of the situation.

"Jiejie..."

Amanlu laughed wildly, "Stupid dwarf, this is a chaotic place where all the gods will retreat. You prayed to the wrong god."

The dwarf king looked at the "god" slowly drifting away, feeling sad in his heart. He looked up to the sky in despair and let out a mournful cry, "Will the bloodline of my Red Furnace clan be completely cut off today?"

Zhao Qianye saw that the fire was almost done, and in a deep tone, he solemnly reminded: "The blood feud of the dwarves can only be completed with the hands of your dwarves. These stains on the glorious crown of the King of Turin,

You can only wipe it with your own hands, not with the hands of gods or mortals."

Gomarus's gloomy eyes instantly burst into frightening light.

He clenched the rune sledgehammer in his hand and shouted excitedly: "Yes, yes! The blood feud of our Red Furnace Clan can only be completed by the warriors of our Red Furnace Clan. In the future, the descendants of Turin will surely

Restore the glory of our ancestors, wipe away the dust stained on the crown of glory, and let it shine brightly again."

Gomarus turned his head excitedly, looked at his child, and said passionately: "My child, the blood descendant of the great Turin, you must shoulder my heavy responsibility of restoring the glory and glory of my Red Hearth clan."

For some reason, little Os's eyes were red. He clenched the hammer in his hand tightly, and a bad intuition arose in his heart. However, he nodded heavily and choked up: "Father, I, Os Red Furnace, will never tarnish our ancestors."

Their glory and noble blood have brought shame to them.”

Gomarus patted the child's shoulder encouragingly and whispered, "Lead the tribe and believe in the gods from outside the territory. Offer your loyalty and bravery to the gods. They will be the future of my Red Hearth Clan.

A guide."

Aos Hongluo's eyes widened with an expression of shock and disbelief.

He was about to refute, but his father was wiser than him and took the lead in telling a shocking secret: "The war in Middle-earth has begun! The gods who once protected us have fallen. This is a chaos sweeping the entire world.

.My child, you are not only living for you, but also for the great blood flowing in us. We cannot let the great blood of our ancestors be cut off, and we are not qualified to do so."

"Do you understand...my child?"

Gomarus's heavy sermon.

"Little Os, it is a fine tradition of our dwarves to listen to an elder, although Gomarus may not be right every time."

The dwarf standing next to Gomarus, the uncle of Little Os Red Hearth, had a pipe in his mouth, blowing out a stream of smoke from his mouth, and said slowly: "This time, I miss your father, we dwarves

King, he is right."

"Little Os, live well and lead the light of hope of our dwarves to live."

"Little Os, don't think about pulling your Uncle York's beard again. Uncle has been holding back this for a long time and has wanted to tell you for a long time."

Several other close relatives stepped forward and patted little Os on the shoulder one by one with a tone of explaining the funeral affairs, either joking or mentioning some embarrassing things about little Os when he was a child.

The dwarf prince burst into tears.

Gomarus looked at the foreign "gods" in the sky and prayed loudly: "Great King of Kings, Watcher of the Mountains, my descendants of Turin, from now on, I will believe in you alone, and we will sacrifice

Faith and glory, in order to pray for your mercy and blessing."

Zhao Qianye nodded slightly and replied in a deep voice: "I! The king of kings from outside the territory and the witness of the mountains, I am moved by your devout prayers and the noble character of the dwarves. Offer your faith and believe in me. I

I will protect you and others.”

Gomarus looked at his son.

Uncle York and several elders all turned their heads and looked at little Os, the prince of the dwarf clan.

Their eyes showed complex emotions, including shame, expectation, and a pursuit of the light of hope.

They are ashamed that they have turned their backs on the gods they once believed in; they are looking forward to little Os, the dwarf prince, who can lead the declining Red Hearth Clan to regain its glory; what they hope for is that the dwarves of the Red Hearth Clan

, to be able to live again with the hope of the dead tribesmen, with the light of hope.

Little Aos understood the expectations of his father and the elders.

He put down his weapon and did something that was absolutely difficult for ordinary people to do. He knelt down humbly on one knee, saluted Zhao Qianye's chest, and prayed devoutly with the highest etiquette of the dwarves:

"O great god from outside the territory, you are the king of kings and the watcher of the mountains. Please listen to the devout prayer of a prince of the Red Hearth clan who is descended from Turin."

"I, Os Red Furnace, will lead my tribe to offer you my most devout faith, become a sharp ax in your hand, and defend your divine authority; I pray to you, pray for your kindness and compassion, and protect your people.

I, the dwarf clan, have escaped from the war and killings, and left this chaotic land, this ancestral land abandoned by the gods."

Little Oss burst into tears. His originally complicated emotions swirled around with the high-pitched and low-pitched prayers, and his whole body was filled with high fighting spirit again.

"Ding! You have received the prayers of the dwarf prince Os Redfurnace. He will believe in you. Due to his devout prayers, his faith has reached the pious level and he has become your devout believer. He will contribute 2 points of faith to you every day."

The reminder from the school's artifact spirit rang in Zhao Qianye's ears.