"Comolo, why are you the only one coming back, what about Dax and the others?" A 30-year-old man who looked rather handsome stood guard at the gate of the village. If in the world before Wang Yuan, relying on his handsome face, , strong muscles, this uncle can fascinate a lot of little girls.
Comoros looked at the man in front of him. He knew this man. His name was Jacques, the captain of the village guard, and he was also an official of the village. He is also very good friends with Dax who is a hunting party.
Thinking of this, Comoro said with a sneer: "Dax, heh, he offended the great Negri, and died a painful death in the plague."
"Comoros, what nonsense are you talking about, please stop joking." Jacques narrowed his eyes and said very seriously.
"Why are you joking?" Comoros said forcefully, "Dax shot and killed the messenger of the great Negri, causing the disease. If I hadn't prayed to Negri in time, asking for forgiveness, now The disease has spread through the village!"
"Comore, you..." Jacques wanted to say something, but he saw Comor speaking loudly to the villagers who had gathered because of the quarrel between the two.
"That's enough, don't talk nonsense without evidence!" Jacques interrupted Comoro's narration. He couldn't accept that his friend's death was unknown. He wouldn't believe the so-called Negri.
Comoro looked at Jacques with an angry face, and swallowed. The other party was tall and tall, a head taller than himself. If the other party came to him so angry in the past, he probably would have said something quickly not coming out.
But it’s different now. Standing behind me is the great Negri. Thinking of all the magic of Negri, Comoro straightened his back and shouted respectfully: “Evidence, please two Lord God Envoy."
"It's not bad." Wang Yuan stood in the distance, had seen the performance of Comoros, so he controlled two crows to fly over from the branches, hovering over them, staring at these villagers with dark eyes.
"These two are the envoys of the great Negri, and I'm here to announce the will they brought. Jacques, if you dare to stop it, it doesn't matter if you die from the disease yourself, but don't implicate our village!"
Seeing two pitch-black crows hovering above them, the villagers felt a burst of fear. Negri’s culture of divine names penetrated into every aspect of their lives. When things happen, I still believe it.
And now the two believers of Negri are hovering in the sky. Combined with the words of Comoros, how can others not believe it, so they look at Jacques in the wrong way. What to do about the epidemic.
Jacques also looked at the two crows, and he felt the eyes of the villagers around him. He wanted to shoot the two crows down with a bow and arrow, but he was sure that if he made the action of pulling the bow, someone would come out stop yourself.
"Dax and the others shot and killed Negri's believers, angering the great Negri. Originally, he wanted to send a plague to the village, leaving the village barren and people died in pain, but the great Negri let it go. We, but we need to offer our foreheads and help him cultivate new messengers."
In the custom of the Cauchy people, to offer the consciousness of the forehead is to surrender and offer everything of oneself.
"Comoros, are you sure what you said is true?" Suddenly a voice sounded, and an old man with a cane and a serious face came over with the support of a young girl.
"Village head." Comoro's expression changed. If he dared to speak back forcefully to Jacques, then he would not dare to lie to this very prestigious village head in the village. This has been the case for a long time. , Formed fixed thinking.
"What I said is true. If you don't dedicate your forehead to Negri and help the great Negri cultivate messengers, then the plague will definitely come to the village. I am all for the good of the village, and everything I say is true." Comoros said stubbornly.
"I know, it's just that this kind of thing can't be decided all at once. We need to discuss it for a while." The village chief said with narrowed eyes. Based on his life experience, it is easy to see that Comoros' words are affirmative. Contains elements of exaggeration and lies.
But Negri's messenger cannot be fake, and this matter must be treated with caution, so the village head pondered for a while and said: "Well, let's have a meeting later to discuss it, and you and the two angels will also discuss it." How about coming over?"
"This..." Comoros was stunned for a moment. After all, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy. The village head treated him so kindly that he couldn't think of words to refute.
Wang Yuan shook his head aside, Comoros was still too young to be bluffed so easily, once he honestly took the crow to a meeting, the momentum would be gone, even if it was really there. With the existence of Negri, Comoros will be eaten to death. At that time, there will be very few rights in hand. At most, they will help raise some crows. If they want to sacrifice, it is basically impossible.
So Wang Yuan made a move, and several mouse-like creatures rushed out. Their skins were rotten, revealing flesh and blood, and they screamed unpleasantly. They rushed towards the old village chief. on the ground.
The few mice jumped directly onto the old village chief, gnawing on him continuously. With the old village chief's old and frail body, he fell directly to the ground and screamed loudly. Even though he is a high-ranking and powerful person, he is the same in this village. , but in the face of this kind of attack, he is no different from ordinary people, even weaker than ordinary people.
"Grandpa! Come and help!" The girl next to him hurriedly helped to slap the mice, but she let out a cry of pain and pulled away her hand, only to see a bright red wound on her hand, so she turned to the side shouted.
"Don't go there." Comoros lay on the ground and shouted in pain: "Those Nar beasts have the curse of Negri on them. Once they are bitten, they will be infected with the disease. The words of the village chief have angered them." The great Negri was punished for this, and if you help, you will only continue to anger Negri."
Seeing the once majestic village chief die so tragically in front of him, Comoro completely realized that any village chief is insignificant in front of the great Negri.
The people around who were going to help stopped immediately, avoiding the village chief and the girl who was bitten.
"The effect has been initially achieved!" Wang Yuan said with a smile. Fortunately, he prepared a countermeasure. After the mice were infected with the germs, they had no resistance to Wang Yuan's consciousness information transmission. Unlike crows, this is a one-time product. , It is estimated that he will die in half a day.
But it was enough. After establishing this prestige, there must not be many people in the village who would dare to resist him, except that Jacques.
Thinking of this, Wang Yuan looked at the man who clenched his fist.