Chapter 47： Unity

"Humans, everything we have is bestowed by the great gods. Are you not afraid of inducing the wrath of the gods if you plunder forcibly?"

Qingyou desperately calmed herself down, looking directly at the two opposite people and said.

"Gifts from God? Don’t all of you tribes have no fixed beliefs, just like a wall of grass, under which tribe the vassals are, they follow others to believe in other people’s gods. Why, just for a humble race like you, Are there gods willing to shelter you?"

Grand Master Bell sneered and sneered.

"A truly benevolent **** will not prejudice his people, and he will generously bless all believers."

Qingyou replied coldly.

"Hehe, if that's the case, now your tribe is almost at the time to be annihilated, why did you see your **** descending to protect it? It really is a lowly orc, and they all believe in something infamous."

The Master Bell retorted, unwilling to show weakness.

"Oh? Since you think your beliefs are more lofty, why do you two 7th-ranked characters with heads and faces sneaking into our tribe in the middle of the night, just to obtain our infamous god-given skills?"

Seeing that he even slandered his tribe and gods, Qingyou was also angry and couldn't help but sneer.

"you!"

Grand Master Bell also knew that he was wrong in his heart. After being broken by Qingyou, he became even more angry. The magic power on the wand was flowing, and it seemed that he was planning to kill someone.

"Saint! Run away!"

"Holy woman! You and the patriarch go first, let us hold these two **** humans."

Seeing that the other party really intends to take action, the soldiers became anxious. They stood in front of Qingyou desperately, hoping to use their bodies to gain a glimmer of hope for Qingyou.

"People, don’t be afraid, don’t worry. We are all God’s people. It’s not the first time that the great God of Flame has rescued us from the deep waters. Let us pray to him sincerely, and the gods will surely again Protect us and punish the enemy who descended from God!"

In the critical situation, Qingyou did not run away, but shouted loudly.

After hearing the quiet words, the tribesmen raised their eyes and looked at the surrounding scene: those flat concrete floors, tall and warm houses, piles of grain like mountains, transparent and bright glass...

Everything they didn't even dare to think about before...

Every miracle is made by their own hands under the guidance of God...

Every believer is simply subdued by the greatness of the God of Fire and willing to believe in him...

Most of the races of the orcs are very weak, most of the people of the orcs can't even eat enough, and most of the ordinary people of the orcs have a strong sense of humbleness and powerlessness in their hearts.

However, it was precisely because of the appearance of Lin Mo that their hungry stomachs were satisfied, and their technology and force were rapidly grown, so that the humbleness in their hearts was erased, and the glory that was exclusive to the orcs was radiated.

The great God of Flame will not let them down, neither before nor after.

After listening to Qingyou's words, the soldiers closed their mouths. They did not call for the saint to retreat, but together with Qingyou, silently prayed to Lin Mo.

"Stupid orcs, really naive to think that God will come? Tell you, only absolute strength can be called a miracle!"

The Grand Master Bell shouted angrily, raised the staff in his hand, a fire dragon tens of meters long rushed into the sky from the staff, and then rushed towards the crowd with unparalleled momentum.