My Virtual Kingdom of God

Mountain wolf tribe resident.

Allen looked at the natives who surrounded him, curled his lips, and he looked at Gru and said, "I didn't come here to enlighten the spirit flower."

"Not for the Enlightenment Flower?"

"What is that for?"

"He won't want to arrest our people again?!"

Seeing that the natives were emotional, Allen didn't make excuses, but just looked at them quietly, as if he was not the one who was surrounded, but he surrounded the entire mountain wolf tribe by himself.

"Quiet!"

Gru yelled, turned to stare at Allen and said, "Sir, as long as you promise not to kidnap our people again, we can promise you to plant more enlightening flowers for you next year."

"It seems that you still don't understand what I mean." Allen took a step forward, and the natives holding wooden spears and bows and arrows retreated in fright. "I and the outsiders you mentioned are not the same group."

"what?!"

"He said he was not an outsider, and he was clearly dressed like that group of people."

"No, it's not the same. Look at the pattern on his chest." As expected of a tribal leader, Gru had a much more delicate mind than ordinary aborigines.

Hearing this, everyone looked at the pattern engraved on Alan's armor, which was indeed different from the armor worn by the devil in memory.

"Is he really not a devil?"

"He's dressed so much like those devils."

"That is, how to ensure that he will not hurt us?"

Allen heard everyone's discussion, and chuckled lightly: "If I want to hurt you, do you think you have the power to resist?"

After finishing speaking, Allen stomped his feet fiercely, and his figure flew forward like lightning.

Beside the dry pyre, before a few natives holding torches could react, they felt that their hands were empty, and all the torches had been taken away by Allen.

"The devil! It's the power of the devil!"

"It's the devil!"

Seeing this, everyone screamed in fright.

After a while of confusion, it was discovered that after Allen took the torch, he did not continue to hurt them, and his mood gradually stabilized.

Seeing that Alan didn't seem to have any intention of hurting them, Gru breathed a sigh of relief. He said cautiously, "My lord, I don't know that you came to our mountain wolf tribe for..."

"The hunting team of the Bull tribe lost four people. I want to know if they are in your hands." After taking control of the situation, Allen said in a relaxed tone.

"Barbarian tribe?" Gru shook his head, "My lord, our mountain wolf tribe seldom goes hunting in dense forests, and we have never captured anyone from the wild bull tribe."

"Not you?" Allen frowned.

"My lord, I am willing to swear to the great god!"

When Alan saw what he said, he immediately believed it. He knew that in the hearts of the natives of Crescent Island, the gods are supreme, and even if Gru died, he would not lie about his beliefs.

So, is it really not the work of the Mountain Wolf Tribe?

Seeing that Allen was silent, Gru was afraid that the mysterious man in front of him would be dissatisfied, and said cautiously: "My lord, all the tribes on the island are short of food now, and the dense forest has almost become the only source of food for many tribes. Could it be made by other tribes?" ?”

Allen glanced at him. Although he knew that he intended to clear his suspicion of the tribe, what he said was not unreasonable.

"I need to check on your tribe."

After hearing this, everyone in the tribe was full of anger, but they were suppressed by Gru.

"My lord, there is no problem." Gru lowered his head, very humble.

Half an hour later, Allen searched all angles of the tribe, but he didn't find a single figure. The number of Mountain Wolf tribe was about the same as that of Bull tribe, but only a hundred people.

There are only dozens of tribal houses, and half an hour is enough for him to turn the tribe upside down.

It seems that people are really not in their tribe, Allen thought to himself.

"Alan."

Just as he was thinking, a voice sounded in Allen's mind.

"God!" Hearing this voice, Allen knelt down immediately.

The Mountain Wolf Tribe was at a loss when they saw Alan kneeling suddenly. Alan didn't care about other people's reactions at all, and listened to God's teachings devoutly.

"Take them to the bull tribe and tell them that there is plenty of food there."

Hearing this, Alan raised his head in surprise. He was very clear about the current situation of the Barbarian Cow Tribe. They were short of food and clothing, and had problems supporting themselves. If the people from the Mountain Wolf Tribe migrated there, they might all starve to death.

But the will of the great god cannot be violated. He lowered his head and solemnly said: "As you wish!"

As if feeling that the gods had left, Allen stood up again, and he conveyed the will of the gods to everyone, but everyone's reaction was very intense.

"My lord, our tribe has a large number of people. If we migrate to the bull tribe, there will be a serious shortage of food." Gru suppressed his anger and said.

He didn't object to migration or even integration into the bull tribe. All the tribes on the island were originally of the same race and believed in the same gods.

According to tribal records, they used to all live together, but later, due to food shortages, they gradually split into small tribes.

Now that they are reintegrating, everyone's resistance is not strong.

But Gelu knew that after suffering from the devil, all the tribes lacked food, and it was impossible for the bull tribe to feed so many people.

"Don't worry, Gru, the bull tribe has plenty of food."

Although Alan didn't know where the food came from, he believed that the great god would not deceive him.

"Leader, what should we do?"

"Are you really going to take the tribe to the bull tribe?"

"What can we do if we don't go? With this mysterious person around, we are not opponents."

Allen heard the natives discussing and didn't care. Their opinions were not important. This is the truth that Allen understood as a nobleman since he was a child. He didn't have to care about the opinions of the weak, and they could only obey the strong in the end.

Sure enough, after a heated debate, the Mountain Wolf tribe succumbed. In the face of absolute strength, they had no choice but to succumb. After experiencing the disaster of the devil, they had developed a heartfelt fear of this power.

 …

On the edge of the dense forest, everyone in the Bull tribe waited anxiously. Solu's heart has been hanging since Alan left alone.

"Solu, don't worry, the envoy is an envoy sent by a great god, and nothing will happen."

Hearing the comfort from his companion, Solu's hanging heart was slightly relieved.

"Look, the Lord God has come out." A sharp-eyed companion noticed the situation and said loudly.

"The one following behind the envoy...are people from the mountain wolf tribe?!"

"That's right, they are from the Mountain Wolf Tribe!"