There can be no grandiose buildings under an agglomeration with tribes as the social structure.
There are almost dozens of different tribes living in the entire northern snow mountain, but because all of them only believe in the dragon god, conflicts rarely occur.
In this tribal group composed of igloos, the silver-haired and silver-eyed figure sits in the very center of the building complex, and in the most magnificent igloo.
Putting it on the table, the kumiss that can be used as an offering has lost its original heat.
In this religious room, hanging in the center of the lobby is a totem portrait of a giant dragon.
What a noble creature a dragon is in this world. If it wasn't for the demon dragon that looked like a sub-dragon instead of a purebred giant dragon, it is estimated that when it appeared on the stage, other people would not have the mood to resist.
Among the complex totem textures, behind the dragon, there is a slender human shadow.
This represents him.
Ace Norris.
An existence that stands shoulder to shoulder with God.
After waiting for a while.
Orna, the patriarch of this ethnic group, walked into the room in full armor. When he saw his figure, and was about to kneel down to salute, he stretched out his hand and interrupted Orna's movement.
"are you ready?"
"Yes, patriarch, everything has been arranged, and the 30,000 warriors of the northern tribes can wait for your orders to go out at any time." Orna said humbly, but there was a hesitant expression on his face.
"Do you have any questions?"
"No, not at all!" He glanced at the pair of emotionless pupils with some trepidation, and immediately lowered his head.
"I summoned all the fighters who can fight in the entire northern snow mountain, not to protect this place, but to attack!"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Master Ace, if you want to attack those demons, I think so."
"There is no chance of winning at all?" He seemed to have guessed what the man in front of him who was kneeling and standing taller than him was thinking.
"The number of that group of demons is endless. Even 30,000 people can't defeat that group of demons. Now I think..."
"What do you believe in?" Wuji's voice carried an irresistible sense of questioning.
"Master Ace... you, and... and Lord Dragon God."
"Then if I say." He turned sideways to reveal the totem portrait behind him, which described a picture of a giant dragon flapping its wings: "Is this the will of the Dragon God?"
"Dragon God...Master Dragon God?" Orna raised his head in surprise, and looked at the person in front of him.
If saints are gods, living gods in the hearts of ordinary people, then the so-called dragon god is nothing more than a kind of spiritual sustenance, illusory, and no one has ever seen the so-called dragon god!
Compared with this kind of powerful existence that actually exists in front of my eyes and can protect myself, the Dragon God sounds like a bedtime story to lie to children.
Although Orna knew that thinking like this was outrageous, he really couldn't believe that the so-called all-knowing and omnipotent dragon god really existed in this world.
"Yes, Lord Dragon God has fully awakened a few days ago." There seemed to be a hint of yearning in his cold tone: "He is a real existence, he rules the court of the gods, all saints, and our power, and a few days ago, Lord Dragon God has returned all his power."
"He, just like what you believe in, is an omnipotent god. In his eyes, demons are just a group of small reptiles. Therefore, the time has come to fight for your beliefs.'
Because the words have no emotion, they can persuade people's hearts, just like explaining a simple fact.
The arrival of the Dragon God...
Even if Orna had doubts in his heart, he didn't dare to offend this powerful existence again and again.
And he's talking about the crew!
That is to say, everyone in the northern snow mountain will be protected by Lord Dragon God.
"Master Ace, please give me a day to prepare, no, half a day is enough."
"Go ahead, the sooner the better."
After he finished speaking, he stood there, looking up at the totem, thinking about something.
...
a day later.
A group of brothers, sisters, and families gathered in front of him.
He forcibly suppressed the desire to complain in his heart, and said nothing. This group of people who feel confused about their future destiny, because of their fear of gods or their respect for gods, no one dared to jump out and question them.
In this way, on the days when the snowy mountains in the north were blocked by heavy snow, as long as he led the way ahead, the cold would not come here.
The heavy snow made way for him, and the cold only surrounded him.
The demon army that appeared from time to time was easily dealt with by this powerful saint.
During the journey, this made everyone more affirmed that their original choice was the right one.
The temperature is getting warmer gradually, although it is still below freezing point, but now it has walked out of the uninhabited snow mountain.
Surrounded by branches of silver pine.
Ever since the influence of the demon world came, this world has always been gloomy and oppressive, even the snow is gray.
But when everyone gradually went deep into the forest, they discovered that the branches of the trees suddenly sprouted buds!
This winter... has been dispelled!
The limbs of demons are everywhere on the ground here, and these limbs have become the nourishment of these trees, as if the arrival of spring has been fast forwarded hundreds of times, and the branches of those dead trees grow buds and bloom flowers.
The gray clouds in the sky also became clear, and the sun once again illuminated the world.
In this incredible scene shot, is a very delicate small city.
Just like a dreamlike city in a fairy tale, without the magnificence and prosperity of a big city, in this world surrounded by darkness, this sunny city can make people feel a little warm.
After the tribal people stepped into the sunny area, they felt their whole bodies warmed up, all the fatigue disappeared, and the depression in their hearts disappeared.
With excitement and anticipation, under his leadership, when the group of tribesmen came to the gate of this small city, they discovered that many people had already stationed in front of the city.
Not only humans, but all kinds of humanoid creatures of different shapes, elves who have always lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests regardless of the world, living in the clouds on the other side and existing in legends, even orcs who do not have a very harmonious relationship with humans, and even high-level monsters that have a hostile relationship with humans.
They're all here! Creatures of all shapes and sizes on this planet gather here.
"Patriarch...?" This group of tribal people who have never seen the world have been frightened by the scene.
Orna was also shocked. He looked at the silver-haired and silver-eyed figure in front of him.
"Rest in this grass, remember not to mess with anyone!"
He just gave some instructions in a soft voice, and then continued to walk forward.
At the same time, he exuded the coercion of himself that surpassed everyone present, the breath of a saint!
Whether it was a powerful monster or a rude orc, they all gave way to him when they sensed his aura.
The gate of this exquisite small city opened suddenly, and he was the only one who walked into the city.
The buildings in this small city are very ordinary, but there is a sense of comfort in the ordinary, in the building at the end of the city.
He walked down the steps and walked into this barely considered magnificent building.
The door was pushed open, and he found that twelve people had already arrived here, adding him was thirteen people.
Except for six of these thirteen people who were human, they were of various races... He just glanced at them and stood at the seventh place among the twelve.
All of them are saints, saints who survived the fall of the court of the gods, the most powerful force in this world.
And among the twelfth strongest people, he belongs to the seventh position.
The saints did not communicate with each other, they restrained their aura here, and waited quietly... waiting for the arrival of the legendary dragon god.
"Yo, good afternoon everyone!"
It was not the majestic image in the legend, but a child who was no more than twelve years old walked out of the back hall of this hall.
His long hair was as black as ink, and fell down naturally, and he was wearing a slightly sloppy costume similar to a Chinese dress.
With a smile on his face, he introduced his identity.
"I think you should know the identity of Misailu, the manager of the court of the gods, the first saint, but this is only part of it. My real identity is the dragon god in the population of the lower world. I also represent this world. It can be said that I am the will of this world. Let me introduce it formally. I am the seventh serial number god of the creation god system, Misailu."
The bright golden pupils shone in the eyes of this delicate looking boy. RS