Lugia, my name of the elf

Everything was under Lugia's watch, and things developed as he had expected, without any surprises.

The girls' ecstatic attitude, and even Poseline's hesitant expression, were all what Lugia had expected.

This is the result of Lugia, the God of Storms, after careful consideration.

Don’t look at the fact that Boseline is only 16 years old, and don’t look at her brave act of summoning gods;

But after all, she also grew up under the influence of the elders of the previous generation of the tribe.

Therefore, in Poseline's mind, she still has a special feeling for sea monsters that is difficult to let go;

After all, in the Storm Tribe, the direct casualties of the warriors, apart from natural disasters, basically all came from these hateful sea monsters;

Therefore, it is completely normal for Poseline to be resistant to elves. Lugia had already thought of this.

But Poseline is the high priest of the storm after all, and Lugia is helpless about this.

Poseline is doing a good job as the high priest, so he can't just replace her for no reason.

He believes that this kind of hatred and estrangement between humans and elves must be handed over to the next generation of tribal people if it is to be completely eliminated.

Lugia estimated that Poselin had managed the tribe for almost 60 years, and after the demographic structure changed;

Only then can this phenomenon basically disappear, and only then will the day come when humans and elves truly live in harmony.

The reactions of the seven girls and Slowpoke's popularity even slightly exceeded Lugia's expectations;

But overall, his plan was a success.

Letting the children of the tribe cultivate the elves is the only feasible option at this stage.

And they are all girls, which is more conducive to the progress of the plan;

Lugia understands human nature too well, that kind of maternal nature hidden deep in human nature, that kind of instinct that hopes to cultivate offspring;

This awareness, even in the early childhood stage, will be expressed in girls' unconscious behaviors.

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"In accordance with the will of the Storm God, starting today, the main island will be officially renamed Storm God Island as the location of the Priest Temple!"

"The people of the storm can move to the island of Storm God. The specific matters will be entrusted to the priests." Lugia conveyed his thoughts through the mouth of the symbolic bird.

"The storm is above, we will obey God's will." Boselin was surprised when she heard this, and while she was ecstatic in her heart, she immediately replied respectfully.

This order from the Storm God made the hearts of everyone in the tribe tremble. It was like throwing a huge boulder into a deep pool of stagnant water, creating sudden waves;

You know, the main island was originally the residence of the Seven Islands tribe in the past. Because of the appearance of the Squid King, the tribe was expelled to the seven islands in a tragic situation.

Now that the demon is dead, everyone hopes to return to the territory of the ancestors and continue to write the story of the storm that belongs to the ancestors.

With Lugia's order, except for the seven girls who were holding the Slowpoke baby tightly, everyone's faces were filled with unconcealable ecstasy.

The seven children were ignorant, and that was all.

But there is no one here who is not a warrior full of honor. Everyone knows what returning to the main island means to the tribe!

This is the latest chapter where the Storm Tribe truly begins to rise;

Although the road to recovery is long, once there is a beginning and hope, everyone will encourage each other and move forward fearlessly.

Although the faces of the soldiers were still respectful and pious, everyone's heart was already filled with excitement and they couldn't hold it back;

"The storm is blowing, is this true!!!"

"We can finally return to the land where our ancestors walked!"

"Father, grandfather, great-grandfather, have you seen it, have you seen it! We are going home!"

"O wise god, this is the wish that many people have spent their whole lives failing to fulfill. Today, it finally comes true!"

"Storm is above. Under your leadership, the Storm Tribe will prosper. I will follow you to the death and defend the name of Storm with my life!"

"With Storm above, the Storm Tribe will definitely get better and better. I have no doubt about this!"

"Let the Storm Tribe, in our generation, truly become powerful and glorious!"

"Great God of Storms, praise you! Sing to you!"

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"The storm is above, thank you for being fearless, Alor will always be with you!" Alor felt awe-inspiring in his heart, his eyes became reddish, and his expression was full of excitement.

He looked around at the many warriors around him and found that their expressions were consistent with his own. They were all flushed and extremely excited, and some even shed tears of joy.

Alor couldn't help but think of the night he rescued Poseline alone;

That night, it was stormy and blocked the road, but even so, it still could not stop Alor's fearless and brave heart.

This is also the new life gained by hundreds of fearless warriors, those brave heroes who fought desperately against the devil.

"God of Storms, is everything today a gift from you!" Alor closed his eyes, filled with emotion in his heart.

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In the cave, Lugia showed a confused expression;

"Hey?"

"What's going on? Is it such an important thing to return to the main island?" Lugia felt inexplicable in his heart, and he couldn't even laugh or cry.

Despite all calculations, he still underestimated the obsession of the people of the Seven Islands Tribe to return to their hometown.

Because just now, a total of fifty pan-believers instantly became true believers;

Not only that, but a total of fifty true believers actually turned into fanatic believers!

With a thought, Lugia summoned the "People of Faith Model" in his mind;

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Tribe: Storm Tribe

God: Lugia

Pan-believers: 6798 people

True believers: 1390

Fanatics: 236 people

Saints: 10 people

Followers of God: 2 people

Total believers: 8436

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The number of fanatical believers increased from the initial 186 to 236!

Lugia knew that some believers took a whole step beyond true believers and turned from pan-believers to fanatic believers.

You know, apart from Boselin and Alor, the tribesmen who came to Storm Island this time included seven girls;

Just in time, a hundred warriors came and filled a giant rowing boat.

But just after Lugia said the order to return to the main island, the faith level of all the warriors present was directly raised by a large amount!

Lugia regretted a little. If he had known this outcome, his order just now should have been communicated directly to the minds of the tribesmen on the island;

If that were really done, I believe that the number of true believers, fanatics, and even holy believers would increase a lot;

But what has happened has happened, and Lugia cannot convey the same order again. He will not do such a thing that is detrimental to his godhood.

Moreover, Lugia also believes that as long as these people return to the tribe, they will definitely tell the news to everyone on the island;

By then, I believe everyone's faith level will gradually improve, so there is no need to rush.

A word from a god can either disappoint a believer or make him more determined;

This is Lugia's feeling as a god. This job is not easy to do.

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"The will of the God of Storms, under the high priest, established seven goddesses, namely Vilia, Feifei, Lolita, Hela, Angelina, Vivian, and Antony."

"After the seven adults reach adulthood, they will assist the priests and guard the seven islands."

"Everyone should bear in mind that the old residence of the Demon God has been changed to the residence of the spokesman of the storm. It is a forbidden area. No one except the priest is allowed to enter." This time, the symbolic bird emitted a mysterious light and warned everyone.

"The storm is above, we must remember and we must obey!" Bosaline lowered her head and responded meekly and piously.

The next moment, the symbolic bird flapped its wings and transformed into a spiritual light.

When everyone waited for them to react and looked up to observe, the symbolic bird that was the spokesperson of the storm had long since disappeared.

"We congratulate you, Spokesperson of the Storm."

No one dared to speak, except for the slowly blowing sea breeze and rustling waves, leaving only Boseline's words of farewell.