Seeing the cavalry around him listing the reconnaissance battle formations, sitting upright on the earthen platform, Zhang Lisheng looked around and said the word "Start." in a low voice.

In an instant, the entire scout unit guarded four monster-like earth creatures, like a giant beast that stretched thousands of meters from head to tail, galloping towards the high ground under the night.

On the Wandering Stone Plateau, the highest altitude displayed on the satellite map obtained by Zhang Lisheng from the General of the Earth's garrison of the "Shangs 2 World" is 4,800 meters, but due to its level on all sides, gradually rising, the strange landform with high elevation in the center is only about 3,200 meters above sea level.

However, even so, the harsh climate and natural environment unique to the plateau are enough to prevent ordinary creatures from surviving.

The Wu Li scouts surrounded their gods and ran all night long. The vegetation around them was gradually sparse, and the whole tall green area had long disappeared. There were only bushes of low trees and lichen plants left on the endless desert.

At dawn, the huge stars unique to the plateau slowly retreated in the sky, and a red sun faintly revealed its red outline on the deserted horizon in the distance. In this rising sun, a broken barbarian tribe camp broke into Zhang Lisheng's eyes.

At this time, it was less than a day before the scouts raided the barbarian tribe. After the bracket was cut down, a mess of animal skin tent scattered on the ground was still emitting smoldering wisps of blue smoke, but a group of hungry wolves were already gathered among the corpses everywhere.

Not far away, there were many greedy little beasts such as badger dogs and wild jackals running around anxiously around the camp, waiting to taste the leftovers after the wolves were full.

"Is this the camp where those barbarians were captured?" Zhang Lisheng stood up on the ground platform and pointed in front of him and asked.

The strong wind in the morning blew on the young man's body, shaking the robe made of soil, and the sun slowly rose behind him. It emitted infinite light, reflecting on him, revealing an indescribable majesty. Before the Wuli scout column approached the abandoned camp, hundreds of hungry wolves had already roared and ran away with a roar.

"It's here. The great god." The scout leader who had already shown his gun and planned to kill the group of wolves, saw the group of hunters who were known as the most greedy and cruel group on the stubborn stone plateau, and inexplicably fled in a panic. He showed a surprised expression on his face, but his mouth responded respectfully.

While speaking, the earth platform that the scout tribe had already guarded rushed into the barbarian camp. Looking at the rough shoddy pottery bowls on the ground;

The burnt half has turned into a dry and hard piece of meat that has turned into black charcoal;

Zhang Lisheng couldn't help but murmuring with a giant axe and a sledgehammer made of stones, "It's a harsh living environment..." and jumped off the ground.

He walked around the camp without any scruples, and walked around the camp. He came to an old statue more than three meters high and covered with thin strips of animal leather cloth that was erected in the middle of the camp. He stretched out his hand to rub the puppet, which was almost the same as the mummy on earth, and then bounced its hard shell, and asked, "Is this the 'ancestral idol' known as the statue of the barbarians in the northern border?"

The ancestor idols, symbols of survival of the ancestors of the barbarian tribes in the northern border, have very strict conditions. Only when the most powerful warrior leader of the tribe, bravely sacrifices his life and death to defeat the powerful enemy in a war that concerns the survival of the tribe. The corpse is kept intact, can we have the basic requirements for becoming an "idol".

After the war, the elders of the tribe would personally soak the hero's corpses in the blood of the barbarian warriors who followed him to death. After the natural silence was dry, they would wrap them up layer by layer with the skin strips cut from the leather armor of the warriors and set them in the center of the tribe for worship by the tribe.

Since no anticorrosion treatment is carried out, most of the corpses will turn into dead bones in a very short time under the wind and sun. However, the strips of animal leather will naturally loosen. The remaining corpses will be dedicated to nature according to the simple natural cycle of the stubborn stone man. That is, after the tribe is formed, it will be washed with clean water, and thrown in the wild and let the beasts chew on the insects.

If the hero's corpse can be immortalized for years and gradually become as hard as a stubborn stone under the worship of the tribesmen, then it will be successfully transformed into an "ancestor idol". Their soul will slowly recover as the years pass, and gradually have the unpredictable power that gives the elders of the tribe like a god.

Looking at the strange figure not far away, the scout leader turned over and jumped off the beast, came behind the young man in a few steps, and lowered his head and replied respectfully: "You are the ancestor idol of the Geguda tribe."

"Is this one the only one?" Zhang Lisheng asked again with his hands, stretched it flat on his chest.

"When we attacked the 'Geguda', there were less than 200 barbarians in the camp. This small stubborn stone tribe that could naturally perish in a natural disaster can only retain one ancestor idol at most." The scout leader explained.

While he was speaking, the dried blood-like soil surging under Zhang Lisheng's feet in front of him, and the water condensed in the void turned into dark red soil that continued to rise, slowly flowing into the head of the barbarian ancestor idol who was wrapped in animal skins.

As the red mud filled with divine power continued to pour in, the "Idol" emitted a light yellow and blue light. The stubborn stone-like head was dry and shaking stiffly. In the rustling dust, a vague but crazy sound sounded faintly, "Light, light, life, wind, life..."

The sound was initially inaudible, but it became clearer and louder as time went by, floating in the deserted barbarian camp with tragic corpses, which made the bravest Wu Li warrior secretly feel heartbroken, feeling that the rising sun above his head seemed to have lost all the temperature.

Only Zhang Lisheng showed a joyful and nervous expression on his face, and he responded: "Yes, life, I can give you a life-filled body again, as long as you can offer me pious faith."

First, the head, then the neck, followed by the chest, and finally the limbs. The barbarian idol shook his body desperately as if he had not heard what the young man said, and continued to scream, "Life, light, wind, life..."

"Big man, it's no good to pretend to be crazy and stupid in front of me." If he had not crossed the last barrier and became a real god, Zhang Lisheng, could only stop casting spells at this time, but now looking at the "idol" whose joints around him were becoming more and more flexible, his face turned gloomy and roared in a low voice: "What the gods give you can also be deprived!"

The god Wu Li was angry and there was no noisy scene, but the yellow and blue light that was moistened by the barbarian idol's body slowly dissipated, and the body that had become revitalized and soft became stiff again.

"No, no, no..." In an instant, the face of the 'idol's' wrapped in gray cloth strips appeared empty eyes and extremely distorted facial features, and she roared desperately, "It's pitch black, I will never go back...", and she leaned her body and waved her palm to hit Zhang Lisheng.

A trace of ferociousness flashed in his eyes, and a giant water-blue palm suddenly appeared behind Zhang Lisheng, gently plucking the barbarian idol's arms, turning into gray meat paste.

Then the young man said in a sarcastic tone: "You rely on the power of faith to maintain your soul's dissipation. You should be able to see my strength more clearly than anyone else, but you would rather choose to seek destruction than surrender to my feet or become a stone statue again.

Unfortunately, I am not as kind as you think, so you have to choose an answer from offering piety or continuing to be transformed into a statue forever, and now tell me your answer?"

The barbarian idol's face that appeared on the gray cloth strip showed a struggle. He died a thousand years ago. At that time, "Geguda" was still a large tribe with more than 10,000 people. He had more than fifty "idols". After he died for the tribe, he relied on his devout belief in his ancestors and ancestors during his lifetime, "idols" successfully avoided the disaster of corruption and obtained cruel eternal life.

Later, by absorbing the faith of the people, he regained his dissipated soul, but lost many memories, and only the mark of the protection tribe was deeply imprinted in his consciousness.

Although he was worshipped by thousands of barbarians, as a barbarian idol, he was like a prisoner locked in a dark cage without a trace of light and sound. What was even more miserable was that he could not see his eyes, could not speak, and had completely lost all perceptions.

Only when the elder of the tribe summons him can he hear some slight sounds and pass on his instinct to the summoner.

After a thousand years of such a life, even if he is brave and fearless, the warrior who is willing to sacrifice will deteriorate. If he had not lost many desires that only humans had after becoming a barbarian idol, he would have been tortured to the madness.

Therefore, when the god Wu Li controlled the "earth" and the extended life force of "water" rejuvenated in his corpse that had long since become a stone, allowing him to gain perception and action again after a thousand years of disagreement, although his consciousness was still unclear, he smelled the disgusting smell of rotten smell at his nose;

After opening his eyes, he could only feel a trace of light, which made him happy from the bottom of his heart and willing to pay all the price for it.

However, when Zhang Lisheng asked him to contribute his faith, a taboo in the dark made him grow a heavy resistance from the depths of his soul.

In the end, in the dilemma, the "idol" chose to merge the three colors of yellow, red and blue in front of him, and waved his palms to an existence that was even more brilliant than the sun in the reflection of his soul, seeking the redemption of destruction.

But unexpectedly, the two choices of Wu Li's god did not crush him because of his offense, but instead cruelly surrendered or fell back into endless darkness.

So when the body gradually became stiff again, the light in the eyes slowly disappeared, the wind in the ears passed away again, and an incomparable inexplicable fear actually dispersed the taboos imprinted deep in the souls of the barbarian idols.

"No, no, no, wind, light, no, I am not, dark, dark, light, no..." He was in pain, desperate, stretched his remaining arms and shouted vaguely, and fell to Zhang Lisheng.
Chapter completed!