City of Sin: Thirty-two prestige

At this moment, Broodmother is struggling to move its huge body, marching hard in the woods. Its body strength is actually very huge, constantly pushing down the trees in front of it, leaving a very eye-catching passage in the forest. After the last big tree crashed down, the camp of Goblin appeared in full view of Broodmother.

The camp occupies the top of the entire hill, and a rough and simple wall is **** with tree trunks around it. There are various indescribable and humble shacks scattered in the camp, and more are the caves leading to the underground. Many Goblins are more used to living in underground caves, and only Goblin with certain status and status can live in the built shacks. The Goblin in and out is dense and dense, it is not a small camp with only two hundred Goblin at all, but a large tribe with thousands in number!

The attack started without hesitation.

And countless Goblin screamed across the opposite side, rushing out of the camp with all kinds of weapons. Their opponents are nine giant Drones over 1.5 meters in size. Drone's powerful mouthpieces and sharp blades are deadly weapons, and every rush will kill a Goblin. However, the number of Goblin is too much. An Drone dodges a little slower, and it was caught by several Goblins at the same time, and the action couldn't help but stay. Then dozens of Goblin rushed to Drone and buried it alive below! In the consciousness of Broodmother, the breath of life of this Drone disappeared quickly.

A low roar sounded in the woods, and three swift beasts the size of a wolf king rushed out and plunged into the Goblin group, immediately setting off a **** storm. They are specialized Combat Unit, and Drone, which is responsible for collecting food, is not the same. Two long blades can easily cut Goblin into two pieces, and after strengthening the strength, the blade swings all at once, often can cut several Goblin bodies! Even more deadly is the deformed beast's large mouth, biting and throwing casually, even the strongest Goblin will be torn away by half of his body.

The swift beasts are strong and fast-moving. Goblin ’s attacks are either skidded or they can only scratch the epidermis shallowly and rarely penetrate their bodies. So after the three swift beasts joined, the Goblin tribe became a slaughter. When the huge and terrible figure of Broodmother appeared outside the camp, the courage of Goblin finally collapsed, although at this time they only killed more than two hundred Warrior.

The Goblins scattered and fled into the forest from all directions. The slow-moving Broodmother is simply unable to pursue them, but only commands the Swift Beast and several Drones to pursue them separately. Although the fighting power of Goblin is extremely weak, the speed at which such small things escape is not slow. With a limited number of velociraptors and Drone, within the safety protection distance of Broodmother, more than one hundred can be killed. This hunt for food is over.

Broodmother continued to climb into the camp, ignoring the food on the ground. It felt that there was something in Goblin camp that attracted it. It was a kind of unclear fluctuation and a call on the soul level.

The fence of the Goblin camp was like a decayed straw before Broodmother, which was easily pushed down and flattened. It climbed to the center of the camp and finally stopped on an altar-like stone platform. The feeling that attracted it came from this altar, which was only two meters high. For Goblin, this altar is a magnificent building.

A stone statue was erected on the altar, engraving a fully armed Goblin, holding a ‘giant axe’ in both hands. The carving of the stone statue is unexpectedly vivid and very different from the generally rough and chaotic style of the Goblin community. The Goblin on the statue is steady and dignified, faintly emitting a ray of murderous aura, a quality that could never have appeared on Goblin, but appeared on this statue.

Ancestral worship! This statue is the object of worship of the Goblin camps, and it is also a thing that has great attraction for Broodmother. Unexpectedly, Goblin here also understood ancestor worship. Judging from the traces of weathering and erosion on the edge of this statue, it has been at least a few hundred years old. The hundreds of years of worship and faith of Goblin have made this statue have a trace of power similar to Divine Power.

This power is the source of attracting and calling Broodmother.

Broodmother propped up the body hard, expanded the mouthparts to the extreme, and then swallowed the statue of Goblin into inside stomach in one bite!

After swallowing the idol, it did not stop there, but began to cut the altar with a small blade and a powerful mouthpiece. The stone-made altar was fragile and soft like freshly baked bread in front of it. It was cut off easily and then swallowed by Broodmother. This age-old altar also carries a wisp of Divine Power. Although it is not as thick as the Goblin statue, Broodmother is not ready to waste.

The Goblin statue quickly melted in the body of Broodmother, and a fierce flame-like pain immediately spread inside the body of Broodmother. That is that the condensed Divine Power of faith is being destroyed, decomposed, and absorbed.

"Broodmother, what's wrong with you?" The voice of Richard came from Broodmother's consciousness. He felt the pain of Broodmother, so he immediately asked.

Broodmother replied: "I do n’t care, master. I found an Ancestral Worship altar in the Goblin camp, which has exactly the special power I need to greatly promote the evolution process, so I ate the entire altar. It ’s difficult to digest and break down this power, and it also hurts, but otherwise, it only takes some time. ”

"Ancestral Worship altar? Can you absorb Divine Power?" Richard was very surprised.

"Is this power called Divine Power? But according to my feeling, it is not as vast and mysterious as the power of real gods. For example, the Divine Power breath on Miss Liusha's body is something I can't absorb at all." Broodmother said.

Richard smiled and said: "The quicksand carries the Divine Power of Dragon of Eternity and Time, even the Main Plane Gods, and there is no comparable to Dragon of Eternity and Time. Or there will be a stronger presence in the depth of the infinite Plane, but at least not now we can know Yes. What benefits does Broodmother, Divine Power of Ancestral Worship bring to you? "

"I haven't fully absorbed it yet. Now, it just allows me to store more energy." Broodmother replied. In the Richard consciousness, the color bar that represents the energy reserve on the Broodmother image really began to extend continuously, and it has been increasing by more than one third before it stopped growing. This means that, now that Broodmother has eaten enough, it can create twelve powerful swift beasts. At the deepest part of the body of Broodmother, and also the most tightly protected position, there is an additional blurry light spot. The meaning of this light spot is unknown.

After eating the altar, Broodmother began to eat, so the energy reserve began to rise slowly.

There is a scenic town less than ten kilometers away from Barony city. Sir Cocat ’s territory is located here. This territory is not only convenient in transportation, but also rich in special products. The mackerel produced in the river is delicious and delicious, and it is a common food on the noble table. Relying on the wealth of the territory, Sir Cocat built even a small castle.

The shape of the castle still retains the traditional style of high walls and narrow windows, but the interior furnishings are very gorgeous, and the compartments are also very focused on taste and comfort. It is not for the purpose of war. It even broke the tradition in the upper and middle parts of the castle. A small semi-circular terrace extending in the sky is provided so that the owner of the castle can enjoy the scenery better in his leisure time. The style of the castle is like the jazz himself. He prefers to use gold coins and politics to solve his opponents, rather than through swords and wars.

But now, in the Jazz ’s favorite small living room, Cocat is angry like a lion, and pacing back and forth is not enough to vent his anger, so a delicate vase flew out between his hands. Smashed on the wall. The butler outside the door heard the sound of a broken vase, a trembling, not daring to knock on the door to ask, but instead crept away from the door for a distance, so as not to hear what should not be heard.