On Mithril Mine.
Three tall silver centaurs were tied together by three tree roots.
their war bows.
And a long silver arrow.
All fell to the side.
not far away.
There was also a five- or six-meter-tall silver centaur whimpering and fell to the ground.
Silver blood spilled all over the place.
on the sky.
Fu Luli was condescending, looking down at the entire Mithril mine.
Any silver centaur.
Under her sharp eyes, they could never escape.
"Who are you!"
Andra's face was pale, and she said bitterly.
too strong.
They didn't have much resistance at all and were captured.
The opponent not only possesses legendary strength.
And even in the legendary level, I am afraid that it is not weak!
but--
This dark ancient tree is clearly still the seventh-order epic level.
Same as his realm.
How can there be legendary strength!
He couldn't figure it out.
"We are the great saints of thunder!"
"Believe in my lord, your family can be blessed by my lord—"
"If you don't want to believe, then your family has only one way to die!"
Kalim's deep voice boomed.
Look at those bloodthirsty and murderous eyes.
Andra was terrified.
He had no doubts about what the other party said.
He knew very well what kind of creature the dark ancient tree was.
Cruel, tyrannical, bloodthirsty!
This is the ancient war tree of darkness!
And what about the black dragon on the head?
It is also known for its ferocity and cruelty!
and--
"There is another god behind you?"
He stared at Kalim and said in horror.
"Silver Centaur, I advise you to immediately dedicate your faith to my Lord."
"Under the thunder of my lord, three gods have fallen."
"My lord's patience is also limited!"
The dark ancient tree froze coldly.
His seventy-meter-high canopy casts a large shadow.
Like a monster emerging from the abyss.
Dark and scary.
"Three gods have fallen!"
Andra's body shook.
This God of Thunder is too strong!
He has already killed three gods!
Even if it's not a real god.
It must also be an extremely powerful demigod!
Contrast with demigods.
What is their silver centaur family?
"Maybe, it's not a bad thing to believe in this powerful god."
"Or in the future, we can take back our clan..."
He sighed inwardly.
Must be strong.
I don't want to exterminate.
Just surrender.
What other choice does he have?
Hard to do.
Do you want to let this one die from now on?
"Andra, willing to believe in the great God of Thunder."
He slowly lowered his head and said solemnly.
"Kingsley, willing to believe in the great God of Thunder."
"Pop, willing to believe in the great God of Thunder."
The other two epic silver centaurs saw that the patriarch had made a choice.
They no longer resisted and bowed their heads directly.
"very good."
"In the future, you will be glad for your choice today."
Kalim grinned and pointed.
This half year.
He has been comprehending the occult priesthood.
Slowly I came to know what it was.
Priesthood!
Only a powerful demigod can hold a priesthood!
This is the foundation of being a true God!
Unbelievably precious.
Such a precious thing.
The great Thunder God still bestowed upon him.
What does this mean?
It shows that the great God of Thunder does not look down on it!
In his opinion.
As long as you devoutly believe in the God of Thunder.
The silver centaur in front of him.
There is no chance to get the priesthood from the God of Thunder!
"hope so."
Andra nodded.
The roots that entangled them had been taken back by Kalim.
He moved his body.
It didn't get hurt much.
After all, he was captured like a wreck.
There was no time to get seriously injured.
He looked at the two elders in the clan next to him, and ordered:
"Pop, you go and gather the people and pray to the great God of Thunder."
"Kingsley, go and treat those wounded people."
"Yes!"
Pop and Kingsley nodded and left.
Kalim didn't stop him either.
What does it matter if the silver centaur repents?
At that time-
The great God of Thunder is furious, kill them all!
suddenly--
Fu Luli flew down from the sky.
The huge dragon body stood on the top of the mountain, looking at Andra, the silver centaur patriarch:
"My lord's eyes have already looked over."
"Introduce this mithril mine."
Her voice was solemn.
"The gaze of the gods!"
Andra took a deep breath and said respectfully:
"This is a small mithril mine, containing about 100,000 to 200,000 kilograms of mithril..."