Those who fight for wealth weigh the pros and cons, and those who fight for faith have no fear of life or death.
The fog of loss gradually covered the green mountains. More than five hundred souls split into two camps and guarded the mountain temple, waiting for the guidance of the fog.
More than four hundred people in the tribal camp prayed respectfully, just as they once worshiped the golden sun and the wilderness totem with all their hearts.
For these animist believers, all things in the world are animistic and the powerful spirit is God. The sun is God, the mountains are God, the strong wind is God, and the mist that covers the sky is also God.
From today on, they will take off the title of ‘Eagle’, bid farewell to the eagle named ‘Son of the Sky’, enshrine the great name of ‘Mist’, and become the warriors of Mist.
Compared to other spirits who were indifferent, the God of Mist promised them a soul residence, which they considered to be the favor and blessing of the gods.
In this case, let alone the God of Mist asking them to go to war against the West Bank Slave Company and take back the land belonging to the tribe.
Even if the God of Mist asks them to march towards the Thorne Empire, they are willing to risk their lives and fight with blood for the God of Mist.
Compared with the natural religious tendencies of the people of the wilderness, the mood of the pirates is more complicated.
They believe in the orthodox Ocean God of the Kingdom. In the scriptures of the Ocean Church, the mist is not a positive character.
In the foggy sea, ships will lose their direction and get lost. Reefs and ocean currents and whirlpools will become weights for sifting luck.
Therefore, sailors believed that the storm was the wrath of the sea and the fog was the chain of the sea.
They never imagined that one day they would become believers in the mist, and at the request of the mist, they would have to become true freedom fighters.
But no matter what, the mist comes without any interference. They can only offer their souls and be stained by the color of the mist.
When the fog completely covered the mountain temple, Zhou Weide felt a special sense of relief. It felt like a person walking against the wind suddenly turned to go with the wind.
At this time, his dream temple had doubled in size, and the beast of fear shuttled through the green jungle, as free and unrestrained as the king of the forest.
The pirates lost all sense under the shroud of white mist, and fear broke through their spiritual defenses. They knelt on the ground, prayed respectfully, and shouted their loyalty.
"Great mist, we give you our bodies and our souls.
Please guide us a path so that we can be loyal to our faith, see the future, and touch Now. ”
“Great Mist, we are the sinful people, you are the pure white mist
We are willing to follow your will, to fight and to bleed; we are willing. I worship you as a god, I offer my soul to you, and I show my loyalty through death.”
"Great mist, please let us live here, please let us fulfill our insignificant value."
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Pirates and The praises of the people of the wilderness cannot be spread in the mist, and their hoarse shouts are nothing more than a silent struggle.
If a normal life in the dream world had seen this scene, it would have been driven by instinct and pounced on it to harvest it.
But Zhou Weide is an exception. He can suppress the urge to kill and he can actively establish a balance zone.
A road appears in the fog that obscures everything, and the foolish man walks out of it on the beast of fear.
"Everyone, I see your fears and hear your desires.
This is good. I don't need your fanatical beliefs. Just keep moving forward with fear and appeal. Those who fight for me will be protected by their souls. ”
The black mist exhaled by the beast of fear contains the flavor of despair, and the words of the ignorant have a natural inducement of satisfaction.
What pirates and wilderness people saw was a twisted evil god, but what they perceived was a reassuring and terrifying life.
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This inconsistent perception makes it impossible for them to tell whether the Fool walking in the fog is a god or a demon.
Captain Gerald mustered up the courage to raise his head and prove his worth to the ‘Fool’.
"Great Fool of the Mist, your followers need guidance.
May I ask what you need, a group of believers, a loyal land, or an extraordinary sacrifice."
"Gerald, the king is eager to expand his territory because he needs the people in the territory and the land that can produce new value.
I am the same, believers and The land has value. Believers protect the land, and the land nourishes believers. What I want is a country, not a few extraordinary people.”
An unknown god not only needs believers, but also needs land. This is definitely bad news for humans in Byron's world.
But neither the pirates nor the people of the wilderness thought about refusing. Their positions were too low. Without high-level power, there were no corresponding worries.
"Great Mist Fool, will you come to the wild kingdom?
Do we need to retain the position of king and let your will permeate the entire new kingdom."
"I will crown the eagle, and he will be the king of the earth."
Under the induction of satisfaction that comes with being a fool, Gerald put aside all his worries.
He expressed his doubts and hoped that their ragtag group would have a real commander to lead them.
They are about to start an arrogant war. If there is no commander to bear the responsibility for victory or defeat, in order to show their loyalty, this ragtag group of people willIt will definitely take the initiative to stifle the space for flexible advancement and retreat.
This is somewhat unacceptable to Gerrard.
He knew that he would definitely fall on the battlefield, but if death was not the end, but a new beginning, he hoped that his death would be of sufficient value.
The tribal warrior named Eagle is not stupid, and he also knows the risks of serving as a commander for the true god.
But he had no chance to retreat. The people of the tribe were waiting for his rescue. The enslaved wilderness people needed a cohesive core.
Only when he appears as a tribal hero can the scattered wilderness people have a chance to unite, and can the kingdom required by God be established.
"Great God of Mists, I beg you to crown me. I am willing to bear all the responsibilities of the leader."
"Eagle, you are the best candidate, don't let me Disappointed."
The Fool of the Mist put a crown woven with red silk threads on the eagle's head, and the threads of faith merged into the crown and were closely connected.
From this moment on, Eagle is no longer a slave, but becomes the de facto leader of these people.
The Fool hides in the mist, fear leaves behind loyalty, the pure white mist fades in all directions, and the land around the mountain temple returns to the green mountains again.
Pirates and wilderness people know that this space is the soul residence promised by the Mist Fool.
They can build houses here, but the lifespan of the houses depends on how they fulfill their loyalty.
"Eagle, does your tribe still exist? Can we pull together a team as soon as possible."
"Gerald, the warriors will not perish. Go buy weapons. , we are about to return home."
"Okay, resisting the slave owners is also a fight for freedom.
Brothers, let us carry out the lies to the end and make the pirates laugh. Our stupidity makes the fool recognize our loyalty."