Mystery Makes Me Strong

on a plain.

Yang Weite was praying under a giant tree with a group of farmers.

This is Yang Weite's world tree, which is based on the farmers' minds and planted on the thoughts of everyone.

As long as farmers are farming, producing food, and multiplying the population, the world tree will continue to grow.

It's a pity that farmers can't maintain the land to a certain extent.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters, wars and disputes, plagues and diseases, and finally the population is completely lost, and there will be another round.

How about we stagger into modern times, and finally don't have to worry about natural disasters, plagues, famines and droughts.

However, because of the industrialization of the people themselves, only one-tenth, or even only 3% to 5% of the people who cultivate the land remain.

Populations under industrialization are unwilling to reproduce.

Because we are not like farmers, we especially need family labor.

On the contrary, it is too difficult to raise a child to meet the standards of industrialization, and it is more than ten times more difficult than the previous farmers.

As long as a farmer raises a child until he is 6 or even 5 years old, he will fill the yard and help the family with work.

Mowing grass, picking vegetables, herding sheep, watching chickens...

At the age of 6, one more labor force earns money to support the family. Naturally, there are as many children as can be born.

Industrialization is not enough. You have to raise your children at least until they are 16 years old before they can enter a factory.

The difference between 6 years old and 16 years old is too big.

A couple got married at the age of 20 and had children all the way until they were 30. They had 5 children, one in two years. Only the first four years were hard work. In the fifth year, the older child could take care of younger sisters and younger brothers.

By the age of 35, couples are much more relaxed, and many things are done as a family.

It is much more convenient to do farm work than a family with only one child.

Especially when it comes to clan, power, and the right to speak...

Thinking of this, Yang Weite felt very helpless, the population would not multiply indefinitely.

However, the world tree can only exert its greatest power if it has a large population.

It comes from the power of the human heart.

There are not many people, and the power is naturally limited.

"There are still too few people."

Yang Weit looked at the rats in the sky, they were being covered by spider webs.

However, there were more rats in the next moment, they bit through the spider webs, ate the spiders, and continued to attack the giant tree itself.

The giant tree began to secrete insect repellant, and some mice died.

And yet the rats are endless.

"Mystery, why are there so many mice in the sky?" A farmer looked at the sky worriedly.

"That's because there are more rats underground." Yang Weite shook his head.

He knew exactly where the rats came from.

It comes from people's fear and panic, and it is an evil projection of the real world.

As long as people have the shadow of mice in their hearts, they will continue to flow.

This is exactly Heishu's brilliant style of play.

It comes from the outside world, although it is powerful, it is inconvenient to supplement, so it borrows the power of the local people to attack the local people.

He has seen a lot of colonial history.

In fact, it was very difficult for the colonists to kill off the aborigines. They were small in number, and they were outsiders, so they were not acclimatized to the environment.

They often use minority interests to instigate the split natives to kill another group.

The efficiency is high when one's own people kill one's own people.

If the aborigines are united and united in form, it will be difficult to be killed. Colonists often can only choose to compromise and use the form of agents to rule the aborigines and obtain benefits.

And Black Book adopted this style of play.

It chose the big mouse full of evil in its heart, and used it as a fulcrum to leverage the power of this world.

Yang Weit looked at the giant skeleton that stayed in place after killing the goblin demon god.

This is the original power in this world.

If you use it to cultivate the world tree, you can achieve a great unification of power.

That black book might beat it.

It can even be reversed, grabbing the black book and sealing it in the world tree.

Thinking of this, he ordered a farmer: "Hurry up to the Xiangtania area, find the giant skeleton, wake it up with the blood of the blood of the gods, and let it understand that only by becoming the fertilizer of the giant tree can the enemy be defeated."

Bone meal is one of the best fertilizers. It contains a variety of rare elements and is rich in nitrogen and phosphorus. People often grind fish bones into powder as fertilizer in coastal areas.

With the help of this symbol, the giant skeleton can become the fertilizer of the world tree.

The farmer agreed.

Then he closed his eyes, as if sensing something.

Then he opened his eyes and cast a positioning teleportation skill.

The next moment he came to Wen Rensheng's side.

This is naturally because of the blood of God, right here.

It turned out that these farmers had already become full-level players, that is, level 99, the full-level level of Diablo.

"If you want this world to calm down again, if you want to continue your previous life, come with me and donate your blood to wake up the bones of the gods. Descendants of the gods, it is your ancestor. "The farmer said to those who were kneeling begging for Wen Rensheng.

"No, the blood of our ancestors tells us that we only need to beg the gods in front of us, so why donate blood?" a peddler retorted.

"Yeah, the real god is here, who wants to believe in a skeleton?" Another businessman shook his head.

Only a few farmers hesitated there.

Bloodline told them that what the colleagues in front of them said was right.

But the hope that is close at hand makes them not want to leave.

If they sacrificed their blood but failed to defeat the enemy, would they still be forgiven by God if they chose to betray the new God?

"You cowards, cowards, you who have forgotten the glory of your ancestors!" the farmer was anxious.

He didn't have time to wait, the envoy and his companions were struggling to support him.

The giant tree may be gnawed down by mice at any time.

The mice have gnawed through the bark and are making their way to the xylem.

When they gnaw through the heart of the tree, the giant tree will collapse.

The whole world will have no hope, and will be reduced to ruins in the void, just like what they saw when they reached the full level...

In the endless black void, there are abandoned worlds with faint starlight floating there.

They have been forgotten, and occasionally a few lives are born, and then die quickly.

No one remembers them anymore.

In people's eyes, there are only those most popular worlds.

Farmers absolutely do not want their own world to be reduced to that form.

This means that their hard work, hard reproduction, and hard frugality have all become a joke.

If I had known this before, why would I need to raise those children, I would just sleep to death after I was full.

As soon as the farmer grabbed the peddler who was talking back to him, he was about to take him away.

Anyway, one person must be arrested, and the person with the highest hatred will be arrested.

Wen Rensheng turned his head to watch the farce.

"God, I'll build you a statue!"

"God, help me."

The peddler hastily pleaded with Wen Rensheng.

"How are you going to build a statue? Your entire wealth is less than a silver taler, and you don't even have the money to build a stone monument." Wen Rensheng said in a down-to-earth manner.

Western gods are so down-to-earth.

Hermes was also dismayed that his statue was just an addition to his head.

"I will work hard to make money and have children. I will pass on the building of statues as a family rule. My son, grandson, and grandchildren are all building it. Sooner or later, it will be built." The peddler said seriously.