Chapter 137 The Last Meeting of All Tribes

"Wow~"

Shasha ate all the green pepper and meat skewers in her hand in one bite.

Since the army set out, the daily meat consumption has also increased exponentially.

Just look at the number of primitive gods in the west.

Not enough to eat, really not enough to eat!

Fortunately, there are two great gods, Zhenshan and Hanyue, otherwise the food for the army alone would be a headache for a while.

Hai Youqin calculated the daily food consumption with dissatisfaction, and then glared at Bai Hexiu who was at a loss.

"Why are the granaries filled with bombs?"

"No, I don't know..."

Bai Hexiu looked away and hummed an awkward little song.

"Really?" Hai Youqin narrowed her eyes slightly.

.......

Gao Qiang couldn't hear the conversation between the two afterwards.

Since the army set out, he was hugged in the soft arms of [Data Deleted] again.

I don't know why, Gao Qiang felt that [Data Deleted] liked to stick to him, just like a clingy cat.

The command of the troops has been transferred to Jiuluo by Gao Qiang.

Relying on Jiuluo's golden entry [Advance and Retreat with Moderation].

Hundreds of thousands of troops are rushing around in the west like a mud truck.

As for now, Jiuluo is sitting on the top of [Data Deleted], looking far into the east.

As they get closer to the junction of the west and the east.

The bones scattered all over the ground and eaten by the barbarians are getting fewer and fewer.

Instead, there is a thriving vitality.

But everyone knows that this vitality is not a spontaneous behavior of life, but a gift from God.

"We're almost there."

Jiuluo shook his legs gently and reminded Gao Qiang.

"The lair of the God of Life is also our first stop in the east."

The advance of hundreds of thousands of troops is enough to make the ground tremble, and it is impossible for the gods not to sense it.

Therefore, in the direction where Jiuluo's eyes are looking, a green figure emerges from the sky.

The God of Life, the God who controls life.

He has no fixed form, and the form of life is abstract, so He can be anything you imagine.

Lowering his head, the God of Life's eyes briefly stayed on the body of [Data Deleted] for a few seconds.

Then, his eyes retracted.

"They are coming."

The words of the God of Life resounded in the ears of every lord of the life pantheon like an oracle.

For a moment, all the lords learned about the approach of foreign enemies.

In Lan Yan's tree house, the lords of various tribes gathered together again.

But this time, there were obviously fewer people.

Only Lan Yan was left as a representative of the elves, and the representative of the God of Trickster on the shadow side also disappeared.

The main pantheon on the Minotaur side simply did not send anyone over, and the one who contacted was just a leader of a primitive god.

As for the remaining small races with weak combat power, there was no change because they acted very cautiously.

The atmosphere in the tree house was a little silent at this moment.

It was Lan Yan who spoke first.

After coughing twice, Lan Yan looked at the lords of other tribes.

"What do you think of the current situation?"

The representative lord of the Tauren chuckled and said with disdain: "What else can we say?"

"Isn't it clearly written on the war panel?"

Lan Yan's eyes moved slightly.

He understood what the lord of the Tauren meant.

Although the Holy Light God System stood on the opposite side of the gods for some reason.

But the Holy Light God System does not represent all the lords on the human side.

After removing some individual players and saints distributed in other god systems, the Holy Light God System only has a few thousand lords.

It seems a lot, but the number of lords standing on the side of the gods is close to 100,000.

If the soldiers and horses in the hands of the lords of each tribe are counted, it will reach tens of millions.

In this way, it seems that the Holy Light God System is a bit like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating its own strength.

Compared to the confidence of the Minotaur, the representative of the Shadow Clan sat quietly aside, making it difficult for people to understand his thoughts for a while.

He just listened to the discussion between the lords of various tribes quietly, like a little transparent.

"Yingcheng, what do you think?"

Lan Yan's sudden voice made the representatives of many tribes present look at the silent Shadow Clan lord.

The Shadow Clan is definitely a well-developed race in this war game.

Although it is still far behind the human race who used the rescue order and had a constant supply of reserve troops, it is definitely the best of the best compared to other races.

"What do I think?"

Yingcheng raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes swept over the strange-looking alien lords.

"How did the trick god system disappear? You probably don't know yet?"

Compared to others, Yingcheng was not very optimistic.

The trick god system collapsed in the west, and the speed of collapse was so fast that the Shadow Clan didn't react.

The result was that the Shadow Clan lost half of its manpower inexplicably in this war game.

No matter how you look at it, they have no chance of winning this war.

"In this all-out war, the Dark God System will help." Shadow City said.

This is the Dark God's intention, and he can't change it.

"But..."

Shadow City paused and continued: "Don't expect our Shadow Clan to put in much effort."

Unlike the spokesperson of the God of Tricks, Yingcheng's tone was more direct and his thoughts were purer.

He would never do such a thing as helping others.

After hearing Yingcheng's tone, the representatives of many small races present obviously weakened a lot.

After all, many people did not want to join this all-out war.

The win or loss of a war game was nothing.

Even though they were in various god systems now, who would care about the life and death of the gods after leaving the war game.

Seeing that they were obviously in an advantageous situation, the momentum on the scene began to gradually decline.

Lan Yan suddenly regretted mentioning this to Yingcheng.

Fortunately, it was not too late to remedy the situation.

Looking at the others, Lan Yan reminded them, "We are not without interests, are we?"

"War contribution, isn't it the best reward for you?"

When it comes to war contribution, some representatives of races who knew that victory was hopeless regained their fighting spirit.

Contribution means how much benefit they can bring out of this war game.

Forget about the victory of the race, you have to get some benefits for yourself, right?

Lan Yan breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

Although the gods can bring out tens of millions of troops, it is hard to say how much cohesion they have.

If people's hearts are scattered, they will really be scattered.

When the representatives of each race reached an agreement, several gods they mentioned also appeared in the territory of the God of Life.

Resisting the disgusting breath, the figure of the God of Life appeared in the sky and nodded to the gods who came.