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The problem is that the Hidden Sub-Giants have two Achilles' heels: one is that they don't have a strong TJ technique, perhaps because of their bloodline, they can't even learn 'Ice Storm', 'Flame Strike' or even 'Animal Mutation'! But as soon as these plant-based helpers encounter a spellcaster who knows how to spell, especially a fire spell, they will immediately finish playing. At that time, the most powerful druid in the clan could only summon the spell of 'Summoning Creeping Monsters', but in the battle with the Benzo, it was like a group of scarecrows crashing into a large meat grinder, and without even killing a single slave soldier, they were all destroyed in the hands of the opposing priest and the sorcery sub-giant.

Later, the Governor Empire, which found out the situation, began to hunt down and enslave various hidden sub-giants, and those high druids with incomplete spells were strangled by the opposing priests one after another, and they did not even have the strength to resist at all! Only Kanigan, an inconspicuous small tribe, migrated to the border early when the situation was not good, and finally escaped from the Governor's Empire to save some blood.

And bloodline is also the second weakness, because the fertility of the Hidden Sub-Giant is low, and a couple can only have three or four offspring at most in their lifetime. Originally, this was not a bad thing for the tribe that was good at medical spells. But when encountering a strong enemy and a continuous war, it immediately reveals a big problem that cannot be sustained. If nothing else, let's just say that the more than 70 ethnic groups who died along the way will take at least more than 100 years to recover the number.

Thinking of this, Canigan's heart became heavier and heavier: "I know what those young people think, they all think that our tradition is the cause of the tragedy, so they all hate their own bloodline, and even imagine that they are those evil sub-giants, or want to become the priest of the six-armed god of war, Greggs. So that they can be majestic in front of others, and they can go around plundering people's things like those robbers, and live like parasites!" He clenched his fists and whispered helplessly, "But as long as I live, I will not let such things go!"

The druid on the other side smiled bitterly and said, "But can we stop them? We can't even deal with those dozens of centaurs! and entertain them with a hospitable appearance, for fear that they will turn their faces." But in the past few days, many young people have been bewitched by their rhetoric. Well, there were a dozen strong lads watching the centaurs show off. ”

"What druid spells? It's all waste! It's the most unproductive profession in the world!" The scales and armor were tattered, like a strong beggar, and Shantiu was biting these young sub-giants to get fresh raw meat, and said with blood droplets flying around: "Why do the druids gradually disappear? Because their abilities are all too scummy! What they can do, we priests can do, and what they can't do, we priests still do! What great druids and druid saints are all deflated feet! In terms of heads-up, they don't even have the skills to fight me, an ordinary mid-level priest. In terms of group warfare, they are also unable to help their own people. It's just a bunch of wasted waste! Except for playing with wood all day long, they don't have much ability. You have been driven here by the enemy, and you should also realize who has the real ability. ”

Seeing that the young hermit giants next to him all showed approving eyes, he took advantage of the fire and robbed while munching on the tender raw meat, while lifting his copper-colored bracelet, and said triumphantly: "You can make your broken leather armor as strong as scale armor. ”

Seeing that the young hermit sub-giants showed a light of envy again, there was even a trace of greed hidden in them. This is exactly what Santiu needs, and 'greed' is often the prelude to 'worship'. So he pretended to be generous and said, "I know you don't believe it, come, come over and I'll try to show you." He pulled the young man next to him, raised his wrist and began to cast the spell of 'Third-Class Demon Armor'.

The copper-colored heavy bracelet suddenly flashed with a light blue light wheel like a basin, instantly adding a powerful 'demonic armor' to the other party. I saw that the leather armor on his whole body was also slightly glowing with a light blue halo, which looked very strange indeed. Then Shantiu ordered the men to slash with a dagger and a short sword, and sure enough, it was like hitting the large scale armor. There was only a muffled thumping sound, and it didn't cut in at all.

The young hermit giants suddenly let out a voice of envy, wishing that they would have one at once, or sighed softly, as if they were sighing for their former dead kindred—the priest's magic was indeed better than that of the druids, and the druids could only make their skin as hard as armor, and the priest could not only make the skin like this, but also make the leather armor and even the cloth like this. It's incomparable!

Shantiu laughed and said: "This is still the most common, our priest is blessed by the great god Setunos, and has far superior abilities to the druids, such as you see this spell~~" As he spoke, he deliberately used the "Fire Shield" on himself. This spell can weaken half of the fire or frost effect, although it is not very high-end, but the effect is good-I saw that Shantiwu, who was a large figure of the Eya giant, suddenly 'ignited' a faint flame light all over his body! As if he himself was on fire, the large flame with a raging shape and a height of about one person immediately attracted the envious eyes of more hidden sub-giants around.

In the midst of the great flames, the majestic Shanteu laughed, "What? Do you have this kind of spell cast by the leader of your druid?" Santeu knew the moment of truth had come. Gotta show them something more shocking. So he said loudly: "Alas~~ I'm really not worth it for you." I've never seen such an ordinary trick practiced. I don't know how you managed to escape under the siege of the Priests of the Empire, if they used such a spell. You can't escape!" he said the incantation. Immediately unleashed the 'Momentum Like a Rainbow' spell. His strong body immediately swelled. Turned into a body larger than the lower body than a rhinoceros. The upper body is taller than the giant of the large centaur. Now he swooped to the ground, taller than the surrounding hermitage giants. And he was as big as a thick rock. The arms and legs are as thick as a large log. It seems that you can kick over big rocks and crush big shields with your legs.

He is as tall as a fortress and has a blazing fire. Suddenly, the surrounding people were frightened and the sub-giants took two steps back. The envy in his eyes grew stronger. So Shantiu laughed and said, "Come!

Stab me with a sword and spear and give it a try!"

Seeing the hidden sub-giants around him, he hesitated. It is the meaning of the Shan Ti Wu. So he took the initiative to borrow a short sword from a man. Stab yourself in the neck!

I only heard the faint sound of 'boom, boom'. The short sword that cuts cowhide like cutting paper can't be pierced for half a point!

Just when everyone exclaimed. Santew shouted again, "Are the druids capable of this? Someone will cut off their heads! Let's take a look at this again. The gods have given me magical weapons!" As he finished speaking, the incantation sounded like a tide in his mouth. In a few breaths, the 'High Piety Weapon' was completed.

I saw a large Kopais scimitar about two people tall and as cold as ice blue water suddenly appeared above his head, shining a frosty aura in all directions, which made people dare not face it. Then the sharp and fierce sword light shook like an ice wind, and flew on a stone next to it, and a deep gap was directly seen on it. If a person is stabbed, then why not divide the body on the spot?!

The more and more the Hidden Asian giants gathered, their faces suddenly showed fear, and they turned their heads and ears again, "It's really powerful, our Vajra can't achieve this effect." ”

"Don't mention Vajra, it's a sixth-order spell. But do we still have druids who have mastered 6-order spells? Even the venerable Kanigan can only have a few 5-spells. We don't have to think about it. ”

The rest of the people couldn't help but say: "So, it's better to have gods, if we have gods to help, maybe it won't be so miserable." ”

More people, especially the young ones, agreed: "That's exactly what happened! If we had these powerful spells back then, how could we have been chased and fled by the bastards of the Governor's Empire? I must have killed them with one sword! That's the harm of not having a god!"

Seizing the moment when their minds were shaken, Shantiu suddenly activated the 'flying technique' effect in the necklace, and flew into the air three stories high, shouting with high spirits: "Yes! Only with gods can there be ultimate refuge, and those without gods and without faith will be abandoned by this world! This is like water always flowing downward, it is an unstoppable castration! Don't you know yet?"

The people below looked up in fear, and their hearts of admiration, envy, and approval became more and more firm. There was also a bold young hermit giant, who asked cautiously but with a look of anticipation in his eyes: "So, if it is not a centaur, can you believe in the god Setunos, and will he give gifts to believers of other races?"

Immediately Santiu boasted with complacency: "Our great god Setunos is the most powerful and broad-minded god in the world, and as long as you believe in him and swear to defend his glory with your lives, then you too will receive mortal glory from the great god Setunos! Obedience means to devote oneself to the fiery and fierce battle according to his will, and not to sweat for a pittance of income, as the incompetent peasants do. Like the valiant heroes, they should exchange their blood for glory, riches, and servants. So the gods admired the brave and wise men who defeated their enemies, and who used their power to obtain more land and water for their tribes, and thus gained the favor and protection of the god Sè Tunos. So that the tribe continues to grow. It can even make those small tribes of hundreds of people become a tribe of thousands of people who are extremely brave, and then become a tribe of 10,000 people, a tribe of 100,000 people, and finally dominate under the sky and above the earth, so that the good name of that person will be passed on forever!"

With the words of the words, those young hermit sub-giants are trendy, and they can't wait for the blessing of the god Setunos, and now they will become a tribe of 100,000 people, and they will enter the counterattack of the tiger and the wolf against the Governor Empire, sweeping away the enemies and wealth like a violent wind, and fiercely venting the evil anger in their hearts!

When he was excited, he asked about the smell of broth and the smell of oil, and suddenly his stomach growled, and all those who took revenge and counterattacked the governor were thrown out of the clouds. I heard the Yinyiya giant in charge of the food not far away shouting: "Dinner is ready! Come and eat! There is not much meat this time!" As soon as these words came out, these onlookers took the lead bravely, and rushed towards the broth like a charge, and immediately emptied the field here.

After all, Shantiu's hard performance was not as good as a full meal, and the scene of people going to the empty venue at this moment was suddenly a little embarrassing, only the young man who had just spoken was still here, and after hesitating for a moment, he said: "Dear priest, please practice for a while, and we will come when we go." After saying that, he also chased after his companion.

Shantiwu fell back to the ground and said to the third son of the great chief next to him, "It seems that it will take some time to tame them, these people without faith have always been so unruly. But looking at the way it is today, except for the few old immortal crappy druids, they are all tempted! If we show off for a few more days, we will be able to introduce them to the name of the god Thunos, and then your plan to restore the glory of the Fù tribe will go one step further. ”

At this time, the third son of the big chief, his whole body was in tatters, and he walked with a clanging sound, and the silver-white helmet that was originally cast with various bird and beast patterns was also defective. The cracks and depressions of the helmet were even more stained with blood mixed with black dust, as if his whole body was covered in color, and his face was hideous and terrifying.

But at this time, his mood had already reached the peak, and after the defeat of the previous day, the Metellus tribe was not only exhausted and weakened, but after the death of his father, the remaining tribe quickly split into four weaker tribes, and they were still panting under the oppression and hunting of the Sculus centaurs. These 30 people also retired from the battlefield, and the remnants of the defeated army can be dragged to the present without dying, which is already the blessing of the great god of Setunos. Is that still capable of recovering the tribe? It's just that Santiu is comforting me.

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