Throne of Vientiane Civilization

This is a world where gods exist and gods fall.

Zhou Chongshan and the others had said earlier that the mantra was the power of the old gods. After the destruction of the world, this power was scattered everywhere and became the 'mantra' in their mouths.

If all those messy legends and myths are true, or most of them are true.

Then the various races in this world were probably created by gods.

Based on this premise, their power is also given by gods.

Following this line of thought, combined with the fact that the mantra is the power of the old gods, the conclusion reached can be applied to the prairie elves in front of us.

A certain god created the elves and blessed the elves with his power through some kind of "endowment" method, so that the elves can gradually activate and use part of their own power through acquired training and learning.

So far, Zhou Xu has generally understood this whole set of ideas, and the most important thing at the moment is undoubtedly the mantra sample called "Prairie Elf" in front of him.

Although he hasn't started to perceive it deeply, his intuition is already telling him that the complexity of this 'Prairie Elf' mantra sample is probably the 'basic weapon blessing' before the explosion.

After adjusting his state, Zhou Xu began to let his perception go deeper.

At that moment, Zhou Xu completely followed his instincts and regained his senses as quickly as possible, feeling like an electric shock.

But he was still a step too slow, and he suffered a backlash, with a large amount of blood spewing out directly from his seven orifices.

His strong willpower allowed him to control himself in time without screaming.

At the same time, I must be thankful that I asked the guards to guard the door before starting the research, and no one was allowed in.

Otherwise, once word of this situation spreads, it will definitely cause internal panic.

At this moment, Zhou Xu seemed to have lost all support and collapsed to the ground.

Coupled with the bleeding facial features, no one would find it strange to say that this was the scene of a murder.

At this moment, his mind went blank, and his ears continued to buzz. The world in front of him was even more blurry.

"Cough, cough..."

Following two suppressed coughs, a large amount of blood foam overflowed from his mouth, almost staining his entire front red.

Zhou Xu didn't know how long he lasted in this state. He lost consciousness for a period of time. When he woke up, the symptoms of tinnitus had stopped, but the blood oozing from his eyes still made the world in front of him still blurry. There was obvious blood color, and the whole head was still aching.

"Hey, did I put a bomb in my head?"

Zhou Xu couldn't help but laugh at himself. His hoarse voice was like a broken bellows, making his ears hurt. This was definitely not an illusion.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Xu propped up his body and came to the water tank used to store boiling water in the house.

Through the reflection in the water tank, he could basically see clearly how embarrassed he looked now.

After simply cleaning up the blood stains on his body, and having people arrive at the meal time and delivering dinner directly, Zhou Xu, who was completely out of shape, also went to bed early after eating dinner.

On a new day, Zhou Xu had already woken up before the first bell in the village rang.

Chitose, who was sleeping next to him, was licking his fur at the time. After seeing Zhou Xu wake up, he immediately nuzzled him up.

After touching Chitose's head, Zhou Xu leaned into Chitose's warm hair and remembered what happened yesterday.

He suffered a backlash and almost lost the ability to think. After a night's rest, he finally recovered.

As far as the results are concerned, it is very clear that the mantra sample has exceeded the level that he can peek into.

Zhou Xu roughly sorted out the reasons and came up with two ideas.

One idea is that the sample was too complex and the amount of information was too large for him to bear, so he suffered backlash.

Another idea is that the sample came from a being at a higher level than him. The other party set up restrictions and other things to prevent outsiders from peeking. If they peeked forcibly, the restrictions would be triggered and there would be backlash.

No matter what the situation is, for Zhou Xu, there is only one solution, and that is to continue to improve his strength!

As long as the strength is in place, the above problems will not be a problem.

Before the new day officially started, Zhou Xu leaned against Chitose and felt his own condition.

The miserable look he looked on yesterday was indeed scary, but he actually retreated in time. If the backlash was compared to an attack, then he would have been scratched at most, but not seriously injured.

It took me a while to slow down this night. Apart from the dull pain in my head, it actually didn't have much impact on my overall condition.

During this process, there was gradually movement in the village in the early morning. Listening to these sounds, Zhou Xu knew that if he took a moment, it would be time for him to get up.

They finished their breakfast leisurely, and no one noticed anything unusual about their leader during the whole process. They didn't even know that Zhou Xu had suffered a backlash yesterday, bleeding from all his orifices, and lost consciousness for a time.

After breakfast, according to the original plan, Zhou Xu planned to lead the team to Black Moon Village in person.

The team size this time is not small.

Apart from the twenty-nine grassland elves headed by Silk, there is also the centaur clan headed by Drogo.

Zhuo Ge and the others were invited by Zhou Xu on his own initiative.

Of course, according to Drogo's temperament, if he knew about this, he would definitely come to join in the fun.

"Start early and we can arrive before noon."

Since they had to bring all the prairie elves' population there, their movement efficiency was affected to a certain extent.

This is a good thing for Zhou Xu today. After all, his current condition is not that good, and he has no interest in riding a horse in the wild.

Before noon, the group successfully arrived at the outskirts of Black Moon Village.

"I see the village, I see the village!"

This time out, the centaurs led by Drogo were in high spirits along the way, as if they were out for an outing.

Listening to the slightly excited shouts of the centaurs, the prairie elves who had just cremated the corpses of their clansmen yesterday, and whose mood was still leaning towards the low mood at the moment, couldn't help but cheer up a little, stretched their necks and looked towards them. Look from a distance.

The next second, the scene that came into view immediately made the expressions of the prairie elves become dull.

The stunned faces were surprisingly unified at this moment.

Their original village also had a hundred people, which was definitely considered large in this primitive era, but the size of Prairie Village was easily two or three times larger than theirs.

In their opinion, the scale of Black Moon Village that appeared in front of them could only be described as 'exaggerated'!