Chapter 925 Red Stone Totem and the Totem God in the Distant Place
No, there is still a difference between worshiping the big banyan tree in the previous life and worshiping the red stone here. Gray calmed down and finally reacted:
In the previous life, no matter how much you burned incense or kowtowed, there would be no response. At most, the bark of the big banyan tree would be blackened by smoke, and the particularly unlucky ones would be burned. But here... in this world, faith and worship will bring truth and truth.
the power of.
Therefore, after being worshiped and enshrined by the Red Stone tribe for so many years, this huge red stone... really has power? Can it answer the prayers of the indigenous people? Can it give some...
Does it look like something magical?
Gretel belatedly mobilized the [Detection Magic] that was always in his body. For a moment, the vision of meditation shone brightly, and the red stone, which was as tall as two people, gave off a dazzling light in his eyes:
Hmm... quite strong, but not too strong...
Corresponding to magic items and monsters, it's probably around level 9 to 10?
Gretel silently thought that if it were a moving monster, it would be able to protect the tribe, but a stone?
What can a stone do?
What magic can you give feedback on?
Even if this thing jumps up and fights him, it may not be able to defeat him. If a stone jumps up and fights him, it is in Fantianyin mode, and it is pressed down directly, right?
He turned his attention to the red stone shaman priest. In the sound of singing, the sound of beating leather drums, and the sound of clapping hands and stamping feet, tiny dots of light scattered around.
Judging from the strength of the detection magic feedback, this magic is still less than Level 2 even if it lasts to death, but the range of its release is wider and more people are covered.
Judging from the type of spell, it does not seem to be a complete healing spell. Gretel pricked up his ears and listened, secretly attached an electrocardiogram spell to a native, and did not reveal the light curtain.
The data received by the meditation core told him that the heartbeat of the patient lying on the ground had accelerated. And, judging from the waveform, the intensity had also increased.
"It also adds defense." Cerela said softly through the psychic connection, her voice a little incredible:
"Why do you need to be defensive at this time? Is it just because this thing is a big rock? Do you only know how to be defensive?"
Even when she first learned the spell, she would not mix the healing spell with the feather falling spell and throw them out at the same time!
Grete almost laughed. This totem spirit, which was naturally generated after years of prayer and worship, probably does not have Serrela's IQ. Maybe it was inspired by just such a thing.
But okay, the first thing smallpox damages is the epidermis and mucous membranes. As long as these two can survive, the probability of subsequent bacterial infection is small. From this perspective, the magic inspired by the Red Stone Witch Festival...like magic,
Can't it be wrong?
The crazy singing and dancing lasted for about half an hour before gradually stopping. The red stone witch priest was sweating profusely, and the paint on his face was washed away in streaks. He panted and came over to say thanks:
"Thank you for the powerful wizard who came from afar. My ability is limited and I can only do this. If it weren't for you, we would have lost dozens of compatriots."
Ah, I guess you will lose dozens of compatriots. Gretel complained silently:
As far as the living conditions of your tribe, with an average living area of 3 square meters per person, and the way healthy people take personal care of infectious patients, these furs that are unlikely to be replaced will join the workforce, and smallpox will no longer spread. I will take your last name.
By the way, do these natives have surnames?
Forget it, let’s do something good. Gretel patted the space bag with a smile and took out a tube of cowpox:
"Do you want everyone in your tribe to be free from this disease? I have a way..."
While speaking the lotus flower, he quietly opened [Charm Humans]. Go around, go around, try hard to go around, you must convince this great wizard! It’s okay if you can’t see it, but you can’t bear it if you don’t reach out when you see it...
Even after persuading him to use spells and sweating all over, he finally inoculated the entire tribe with cowpox. Gretel breathed a huge sigh of relief, and when the Great Witch Festival warmly invited him to stay for the night, he tried his best to shirk:
"I have a place to live by myself! I have a tent! I brought it with me! I won't disturb your tribe to take care of the patients! By the way, during this period, it's best not to go to other tribes or let outsiders in, otherwise the terrible devil will
I will continue to fly into the distance..."
After some hard talking, we were able to set up camp outside the Red Stone Tribe. Others entered the mage's hut, and Grete hugged Mr. Troca, quietly climbed onto the red stone, and lay down on his back:
Slowly gather your mind, fall into meditation, and try to communicate with this red stone.
Hello, how long have you been here?
How many people are around?
What are your abilities?
Have you seen...this black cat in my arms?
Unfortunately, after communicating for a long time, I didn't get much feedback. In the meditation environment, the big stone reflected was a mess of disorderly lines, shrouded in blurry light spots doing Brownian motion.
Poke it, move it, poke it in the other direction, move it in the other direction...
The overall consciousness cannot be said to be absent, it is not much better than that of a paramecium.
Grete communicated for a long time, opened his eyes in vain, and sat up from the top of the red stone. This totem god, let's call him a totem god, how come he is already such a useless thing when he is already strong enough to be level 9 or 10?
If he is cruel, he will cut the stone into pieces and dig out the core!
No wonder Tapros suggested that he "go to the New World for a walk" to see those primitive gods and primitive beliefs. Those gods might be a big tree, a stone, a beast...
This kind of thing, the weaker one is probably at the level he saw; the stronger one, how powerful will it be?
Gretel couldn't help but look to the far west: How powerful a totem beast or totem god could he encounter along the way? Level 13? Level 15? Level 18? Or legendary level or demigod level?
There must be some. In order to cope with the Year of No Summer, the teacher killed a demigod-level totem god and also killed a group of wild beasts; he just didn't know if he could touch it.
With such a totem god, how powerful can their priests be able to unleash their magic?
They can probably take action on their own, right? For example, how powerful can a mythical beast that protects a large tribe be?
Brother Lin En... what kind of tribe is he trapped in now? Did a high-level totem god take action to trap him?
Mr. Trocca...will tear off part of Mr. Trocca's "existence". Could it be that he is such a high-level god?
"The plague girl is approaching." In the stone palace on the plateau, the high priest wearing a high obsidian crown held a long staff and his eyes were dark:
"It is eroding my lord's territory. We need to do something to strengthen my lord's power Nilda!"
The golden priestess stepped out and bowed her head.
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