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Through Moose's topsy-turvy narration, traces of the scene, and some magical help, Langdon restored a part of Ebo's experience of going to destruction.

After praying for the first time, the surviving laborers blew up the camp. Moossi made it very clear, "After cleaning up the different civilizations, summon him." Then, how many people will be consumed by praying for the second time?

No one is a fool when it comes to life and death.

There was a serious conflict between the labor and the supervisor and the whole line was defeated. There must be a magician among the supervisors. Although the level is low and the ability is simple, they are magicians after all.

After the mass death of laborers, the supervisors got a new task: to clean up the kang and arrest new human sacrifices.

During this period of time, the industrious knights had installed nearly 500 kangs, and the most basic house-building skills could build a kang. It was simple and convenient, and 50 gold coins were so easy to get.

The supervisors were invincible in the civilian area, ignoring the wailing and screaming, broke in, and directly hacked the kang bed with an axe.The material of the house building technique is just ordinary soil, which has no anti-cutting effect.When the late overseers were tired of chopping, they took a simpler approach: set fire.

It hadn't snowed yet, and the weather was very dry. The supervisors directly smashed the kang stove, threw inflammable materials, and cleaned up room by room until they entered the middle-class area.

The overseers have refrained a lot from the middle-class residential areas, and many of the overseers' families even live in this area.

When gunpowder was burning in the civilian area, the middle-class residential areas were full of noise. The overseer tried his best to persuade his family to destroy the kang bed, but he could not come up with a solution to the cold. When they were doing something, they realized that things had completely gotten out of control.

People in the civilian area merged into a raging "river" and rushed towards the White Tower. When they found the bodies of the laborers, their demands turned into riots. People smashed tools, beat supervisors, and asked Bills to stand up. Give an explanation - Bills came out, with a well-paid magician.

"The next step is the massacre." Langdon said, pointing to a dug-up corpse. "The large-scale sulfuric acid rain will cause this kind of pitted skin scars. The holes in the body are magic missiles, which should be from outside magicians." Plus Bills' original entourage. Bills himself is actually a magician, but most of the magic he learned is related to leatherworking. I'm not sure how much combat magic he learned, probably not much, to deal with ordinary people It is enough. It is a pity that they are not professional war magicians after all, and there are enough rioters, and there are only so many magic slots. After they are exhausted, they will have to face angry civilians."

Cecil looked at these tattered corpses, not only sadness but also anger welled up in his heart. Not far away, Moose was too weak to stand up, but he was still chattering about foreign civilizations and heretics, with a tone of voice There is no shortage of sadness.

Moose was ignored, and many of his followers were dying.

"I feel that the number of people is wrong." Oakes, who was inspecting the whole city, came back. "The number of dead people does not match the population of Ebo."

"Are you sure?" Cecil seemed to grasp at straws.

"Are you questioning my talent in number magic?" Oakes said loftily, "The number is wrong."

Cecil didn't have time to pay attention to this strange type of magic, and asked, "How much is the difference?"

"About one or two hundred people." Oakes frowned, "but I can't find where they are."

It is not easy to find the survivors who are hiding. Walking in the heavy snow is already very difficult, and you have to avoid the ruins and piles of corpses. Cecil stepped on the snow and did not reach his knees. The full uniform brought by the temple Including magic leather shoes, which can keep the inside of the shoes dry even in this weather, but it is still painful.

The city was blocked by heavy snow, there was no food, and contact was cut off. Cecil didn't understand how these people survived.According to Langdon's speculation, the riots should not have caused the death of the whole city. The management chaos caused by the three-day heavy snowfall and Biers' disappearance was the main culprit. A few smart or capable people probably escaped. Oakes discovered during the patrol. There are some evacuated houses and traces of actions leading to the Luofeng Mountains. If you want to survive in this weather, you must be a magician.

Cecil let out a breath of air, and looked around worriedly and blankly. When he was at a loss, a figure turned out from the corner, walked straight to him, and said, "You're here."

This is a young man with pale skin that is different from the residents here. He looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is wearing a black fur cloak, covering his whole body in a blur of black.

Which noble son?

As soon as Cecil had this idea, the boy laughed: "It's no wonder you don't know me. After all, you are just a communicator and have never really used this technology."

Cecil:? ? ?

"Mortal, I am the God of Tanning." The young man said slowly, "Today, I must thank you. Without you, I would not have come to this world."

Cecil: "..."

What the hell!

Unlike the dull Cecil, Langdon and his party discovered the boy's true identity as soon as they arrived here, and they all half-kneeled and bowed their heads in salute.

The boy returned the gift reservedly, and led a group of people to a house that was almost buried by heavy snow. After opening the heavy wooden door, more than 100 frightened and expectant faces saw the light again.

This is the last survivor of Ebo.

People wept and grabbed the knight's hand, hugging each other and rejoicing that they survived until the rescue arrived, but Cecil was looking for the god of tanning in the chaos. In a blink of an eye, the boy disappeared, as if it was just a hallucination.

"What about the child?" Cecil asked, holding the male god.

"There is no need to guess the whereabouts of the god." Langdon said, "I think he should go to rest, after all, as a new god, he has done his best to protect the believers."

"A believer?" Cecil looked at the survivors who were slowly moving outside, and suddenly realized, "These people are all people who have mastered leather tanning technology?"

"Yes, I went to ask. Basically, all the people in the city who have mastered the leather tanning technology are here." Russell leaned over, "That respectable god is very reliable for believers."

After these words, there was a small silence among the three.

"What?" Cecil felt uneasy.

"It's nothing, it's just..." Langdon hesitated, "He's too big for a newborn deity."

"Not big, not as tall as me," Cecil said.

"I don't mean the figure, but the age." Langdon said dumbfoundedly, "The first batch of leather products from tanning technology has probably just been put in the store at this moment, waiting for customers to come. The first batch of trade teams originally brought There are a lot of leather products. Even if the second batch of trade teams wants to expand the production of tanned leather, they don’t have enough raw materials. The advancement of tanned leather technology will produce gods, but this one is too old. The god should be a five or six-year-old child, and it is impossible to protect so many people in this weather."

"More than that." Oakes came back with a frosty look on his face, "The survivors said that there were about 500 people here at the beginning, all of them were leatherworkers in the city. The god said that his ability was low and he needed someone to help He was looking for food, and it was logical that all the magic leatherworkers who accompanied him went out. The survivors were very grateful to the gods, and their faith became more and more loyal, but guess who survived in the end?"

"It's all tanning technicians." Langdon snapped out the answer.

Cecil was not that stupid, and immediately understood: "All the magic leather craftsmen are dead?"

"They're all dead." Oakes pulled out from the back of his backhand, and a frozen head appeared in his hand, "Look, one blow to the back of the head killed him, it's clean and neat."

"Really." Langdon leaned over to take a look, "The trick is really good."

"How can he reach it? He's not tall enough," Russell asked.

"Gods cannot be judged by the limits of human beings." Langdon said, "They are gods after all, and besides, this deceased may not be tall."

"Teacher, you are so annoying." Russell complained with a smirk.

Cecil: "..."

Can you stop discussing so passionately around a human head? !

The brief exchange was over quickly, and Oakes and Russell were busy helping the survivors reach Knight Village, which was not an easy task.

Langdon stood in this small landslide, as if waiting for something.

"If a god is very powerful in his own world, and the civilization technology of this god goes to another world, will the god born from this be the original god?" Cecil still couldn't hold back and asked .

"Depending on the situation, not necessarily." Langdon seemed to have expected it, "What did you hear?"

Cecil struggled for a while, but still said: "He thanked me, saying that I brought him into this world."

"Oh—" Langdon replied, "Then he should not be a new god, but just the clone of the original god who came to this world." He paused and said thoughtfully, "No wonder he was born How old is He in the original?"

"Uh... counting from the beginning, tens of thousands of years." Isn't the first leather product the animal skin worn by primitive people? It can indeed be in the tens of thousands, and the tanning method has never been too big. After industrialization, purified chemical materials can be used directly.

This time it was Langdon's turn to be full of question marks, and his expression was indescribable: "How many tens of thousands of years?"

"Thousands of years, anyway, at least a few thousand years." Cecil said quickly, "It's about the same number, because He wasn't Him at the beginning, I mean the technology is different."

"I understand." Langdon nodded, "In this way, we are indeed very lucky..."

What Langdon was saying was that Cecil had completely lost hearing, and his mind was now full of: Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!

You can take over the god of civilization from the original world without sacrificing organs, as long as you invent the corresponding technology in this world!

This fact made Cecil unable to calm down for a long time. Langdon didn't pay attention to what he said until a "reminder" came to his ears: "Some things you have to know. Just because the Knights don't care doesn't mean that other people don't." Care, so it is necessary to learn what can be said and what cannot be said.”

"Huh? Oh." Cecil responded perfunctorily, thinking about which god to "bring" over.

It was much more convenient to go back the same way. Cecil stopped when passing Moosey who was muttering to himself: "What should He do?"

Langdon glanced at the weak Yak God, and said indifferently: "The new God has been established, and the old God must die."

Not dead, but to be dead.

Cecil looked at Mooshi with complicated emotions for a while, and finally turned around to follow Langdon's pace. On the snow, countless messy footprints were getting farther and farther away, leaving the snow-covered Ebo behind.