The Age of Global Gods: My followers are all war madmen

Sure enough.

Waited a little bit.

The fat sheep is coming!

A middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses and a suit without smiling, he sat in front of Liu Shenhuo, and then introduced himself and said: "Hello, classmate Liu Shenhuo, I am the teaching director of the Third Bright City Middle School. "

"I eliminated you yesterday, what are you going to do with me today?" Liu Shenhuo asked a little knowingly.

"Liu Shenhuo, after careful consideration, we at the Third Bright City Middle School have now officially extended an invitation to you, hoping that you can come to our school. The charter has slowly said: "In terms of resources, the resources of our Third Bright City Middle School are richer than those of the Thirteenth Bright City Middle School, with your talent, you have come to our college, we will definitely tilt a lot of resources to cultivate you." "

He looked at Liu Shenhuo, and a cold glow welled up from the depths of his pupils.

The one in front of him is undoubtedly a very good seedling, if he comes to the Third Bright City Middle School, it will definitely bring very good feedback to the school, but if he doesn't know how to refuse, then it will be no wonder that he is ruthless.

Cui Bi'an was arranged and cultivated by him, in order to win the ranking in the Bright City Qualifying Competition, and obtain the divine resources given by the Bright City, but unexpectedly, he actually killed halfway and bit the gold to eliminate Cui Bi'an directly in the selection competition.

This also means that all his efforts and hard work during this period of time have been burned, which is undoubtedly unacceptable to him.

Liu Shenhuo's face showed a hint of hesitation.

Seeing this, he immediately squeezed out a smile while the iron was hot and said: "In order to prove the sincerity of our school, here are five small resource god cards, which are my meeting gifts to you on behalf of the school, as long as you enter the school, the resources of the god domain that you can get will only be more." "

Liu Shenhuo's acting skills were in place and showed a look of surprise, but after hesitating for a while, he shook his head and said: "I'm very sorry that I can't agree to your school's request, our school also wants me to stay in school and win the ranking in the qualification competition, and..."

"And what?" said Charter, frowning slightly.

"The resource god card you gave is not as small as the resource god card that the school rewarded me as an encouragement..."Liu Shenhuo said.

The subconscious implication is that you have to add money.

The charter has frowned.

Immediately, he handed out five small resource god cards again.

Liu Shenhuo shook his head.

The charter's face suddenly became gloomy.

The school only gave a total of ten small resource cards as a meeting gift this time, and originally he wanted to give only five to swallow the remaining five small resource god cards into his pocket, but this kid let him take them all out at once.

He secretly made a decision, if Liu Shenhuo continued to open his mouth, he would directly take away the small resource god card and leave, and then prevaricate a reason at will, the small resource god card had already been given, but it was just Liu Shenhuo who reversed his word.

But it wasn't expected.

Liu Shenhuo, who had insisted on it again and again, suddenly stopped insisting.

He smiled and put all the resource god cards in front of him into his bag, and said with a solemn and solemn face: "The Third Bright City Middle School is really very sincere, I will definitely carefully consider the invitation of the Third Bright City Middle School, I have other important things now, goodbye!"

He immediately anointed the soles of his feet and left.

He vaguely felt a vague shadow from the charter in front of him, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark and staring at him.

"Inexplicable. Liu Shenhuo muttered to himself.

He is not afraid at all, there is also order in the Bright City, and if he violates the order, he will be banished or imprisoned in the Divine Prison.

He didn't plan to forget it like this, as the so-called change a shot and shoot a cannon, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time to change the position and then find a fat sheep, today is really a harvest.

......

Pastelillo Forest

The development of the Pastelillo tribe is thriving.

In the tribe, a wooden railing fences off a small pasture, wild boars are kept as their reserve food, and there is a specially dug lake next to it, in which large fat fish are raised.

Two years ago, the ancestral god Orka miraculously stopped the tide of beasts and prevented the tribe from suffering a devastating blow.

A year ago, the ancestral god Orka once again descended to accept a new batch of children to become followers of the ancestral god at the awakening ceremony, and even sent down the blessing of blessings, which made them feel a little terrified.

And now the power of the Pastelillo tribe is slowly growing, and with the strength to defend the tribe, it is no longer as busy as it was two years ago to fight for food and survival.

Elder Mesfield stared at the vast forest in front of him, and a roar that resounded through the depths of the forest rang out.

"What's going on in the forest?".

Elder Mesfield's face changed slightly.

Immediately, he turned around and began to gather the tribe's exploration team.

Elder Mesfield faced the exploration party in front of him, and a member of the tribe of Pastelillo stood still, their burly bodies, muscles as strong as crickets, and sharp spears on their backs, among which even underage youths were mixed in.

They went into the forest.

They had to go, they had the burden of guarding the tribe, and if they didn't go now, if there was danger in the future, the tribe would be covered in danger, and the old and young women and children of the tribe would suffer, which they absolutely did not want to see.

The tribe is full of momentum.

The outer forests around the tribe had long since been swept away, leaving only a few small beasts that were not a threat, all of which they had deliberately left behind as breeding creatures.

The group drifted apart.

Roar!

To the depths of the forest.

A sky-high roar rang out again.

Elder Mesfield stared in horror as a pair of wings covered the sky, and a dark cloud-like shadow covered the earth.

It was a pitch-black dragon.

Instead of the slightest fear, Elder Mesfield's eyes gradually became hot, and his eyes looked at the pitch-black dragon that rose into the air, and he muttered to himself, "If you sacrifice this thing to the ancestral god..."