It’s a murderous night with a dark moon and high wind.

The world of faith is full of murderous intent, and so is the wasteland outside.

A full week has passed since the foreign race suddenly chose to launch a general attack.

During this period, although mankind became more and more courageous in fighting, and barely managed to maintain a stable situation from the initial defeats, the defense line in the east was unable to withstand the huge defensive pressure.

The No. 1 position at the front is now completely lost and occupied by aliens.

Most of the emergency No. 2 position has been captured, and humans can only retreat and attack at the same time.

It's night.

Curse Tiger, who was dressed in a wide red robe, personally supervised the battle and came to the only remaining high wall of the second position.

Facts have proved that the Yin Ape's practice of using humans against humans has achieved significant success.

If such a strong position were to be commanded by a foreign tribe, it would be difficult to capture not only one and a half positions, but even half of them within a week.

What if it's a human command?

Various tactics emerge in endlessly, and combined with the special abilities of alien races, you are almost invincible in the war.

At the same time, Yin Yuan also played a major role in arranging the first gambling battle between gods arranged by humans.

Until now, human Soma is still struggling, and the published progress is not even as good as that of human players who choose a normal start.

After staring at the high wall for a while, Curse Tiger snorted coldly and returned to the alien position surrounded by countless tall aliens.

An inconspicuous tent.

Curse Tiger raised his hand to lift the door curtain and walked in.

There is a huge sand table at the entrance, with vague traces of tactics on it.

In the corner, three humans, covering their faces with silk scarves, sat cross-legged and rested.

Even when Cursed Tiger walked in, no one stood up to greet him, and no one even bothered to raise his head.

Arrogant.

Curse Tiger secretly thought, but he couldn't say anything.

These three people were sent by Yin Yuan. They had high status and real strength. It was their command that allowed the alien race to dominate the frontal battlefield.

"Ahem. Mr. Song."

Curse Tiger cleared his throat and spoke in a weird human Chinese accent.

"Is something wrong?" The figure sitting cross-legged on the left raised his head.

"I heard you were one of the people who designed the gambling world."

"Is something wrong?" the figure repeated impatiently, with a tone that showed no respect for Curse Tiger.

However, the more this happened, the better Curse Tiger's attitude became, and he even had a more flattering smile on his face.

"It's like this. I saw the stage report you submitted. There is something I don't understand. I would like to ask Mr. Song to answer my doubts."

"." The figure was stunned for a moment and remained silent for a while, "I will only say what I should say."

"That's enough, that's enough!"

Curse Tiger immediately nodded and expressed his doubts, "Your early arrangements relied heavily on the pressure of Shadu, the foreign priest of the Benlei tribe, to force Somo to make mistakes. But if Somo found a way to solve Shadu, how could it be possible?

Isn’t it possible to directly break the situation and obtain a large area of ​​unrestricted development space?”

"???"

"Am I wrong?"

When he noticed that the other party looked at him like an idiot, Curse Hu felt a little embarrassed and felt that his IQ was completely insufficient.

At the beginning of the god route, Soma will be fixed in one position, with a large group of encumbrances unable to leave.

Shado continued to exert invisible pressure, forcing Soma to break the situation.

But among them, Shado is actually just a background board, and the real killing moves will be continuously carried out by other tribes in Crack No. 37.

If you don't realize this, you will really die without knowing how.

Of course, the way to break the situation seems to be very simple. As long as Shado, the background board, can be dealt with, all problems can be easily solved.

"You mean that Soma can rely on his body that just entered the wasteland, rush into the Benlei tribe, beat Shado to death in front of a fifth-level priest, and then leave calmly and gain a large area of ​​unrestricted development.

space?"

"What, the Benlei Tribe has a fifth-level priest?"

Curse Hu was shocked. This was not mentioned in the stage report, and it was also news that he did not know.

But can the game really recognize this arrangement?

If this can be tolerated, wouldn't it be more convenient to simply arrange a hundred ninth-level priests next to Soma and surround him to kill him?

"A seriously injured fifth-level priest, the arrangements are reasonable and within the limits allowed by the rules."

Mr. Song said calmly: "Of course, even if he has the means to trick Shado out and kill Shado, he will eventually have to face the fifth-level priest."

"Doesn't that mean that if Soma dares to attack Shado, it will be a real dead end?"

"You could say that."

"High, so high!"

Curse Tiger thought for a while and suddenly felt that if he were in Somo's situation, he would probably die without a chance to survive.

I feel desperate just thinking about it. The only breaking point has been arranged to be the biggest threat.

One second he managed to kill Shado, but the next second he had to face a fifth-level priest who rushed out.

But then again, can you really defeat Somo with just such a killing move?

"Mr. Song, what if Somo Somo has the means to kill even this fifth-level priest?"

Curse Tiger stammered.

Although this possibility was extremely slim, he still couldn't help but have this premonition when he thought of Soma's magic in the past.

"Mr. Curse Tiger, you might as well think about it. Somo has the means to rush out of the gambling space and kill you and me right now."

Mr. Song smiled silently and did not answer directly, but the meaning of his words was very clear.

There is absolutely no possibility of surviving a dead end with the simple idea of ​​cursing the tiger.

Call the whole thing?

Why?

Since Soma has not yet acquired the talent for divine magic, is he stuck in the same place and unable to develop?

Or can he find the loopholes in the world and break through the deadlock in the early stage?

There is no data to prove this, and with just one sentence, you want to deny their carefully prepared plan for half a year?

"Calculating the time, it's almost time."

"But it would be a bit boring if he doesn't even know how to follow this killer move."

After taking a look at the sky, Mr. Song closed his eyes slightly and stopped talking to Cursed Tiger.

In fact, if you want to get rid of these serial killing moves at the beginning, it is very simple. Doing one thing well is enough.

As long as you realize the difficulty from the beginning, give up the fight, leave the tribe alone, or bring five devout followers, the zealots will leave immediately with supplies.

Then no matter how much trouble and pressure there may be in the future, it will be difficult to overcome it directly.

However, if Sumo really did this, their wishes would be fulfilled.

What they want is to use this method so that Somo can only run away without any room for development.

In terms of the special power system of the belief world.

I have been unable to obtain magical talents for a long time, and I cannot accumulate the number of magical releases.

No matter how powerful Sumo is on his own, it will be difficult to create a myth again if he has a time disadvantage.

And if Soma has been without magical talent for more than three months, in a sense, there is no difference between him and death.

Faith in the world.

Crack number thirty-seven.

On the snow-covered road, a muscular bald monk was running quickly.

His steps are extremely exaggerated, and he has agility that is completely inconsistent with his body shape. He often reaches four or five meters forward.

However, as the saying goes, every gain must come with a loss. The monk is very fast, but his position often spins around.

"Hey, why are you lost again?"

Passing a crooked-necked tree for the third time, Shadu stopped angrily, a milky white light flashed all over his body, and he punched the trunk of the tree viciously.

Wow.

The tree trunk was actually bent at the waist, and the snow on it fell down, forming a small snowdrift.

He didn't understand. Is there something wrong with this Fire Fist tribe's brain?

Other tribes try their best to clear the roads connecting them with other tribes, for fear that they will be isolated and attacked by snow bandits.

But the Fire Fist tribe is good, there is really no trace of snow sweeping around!

And even if they don’t clear the snow, they also deliberately build some confusing landmark snowdrifts to make people circle in one place repeatedly.

Did they already guess that they would come?

This idea came to Shado's mind, and then he quickly crushed it and threw it behind him.

The tribe was defeated. The reason why he and his master chose Crack No. 37 was because the most powerful priest here was only level five, and the magical system was very backward.
To be continued...