But this was just the beginning. Lin Xiao first secretly added the skills of all the murlocs that were above the level of true believers. Then, he loudly called for all the murlocs to gather at the altar and repeated what he had just said.
Then, a murloc that had just advanced from a shallow believer to a true believer grabbed the bone spear in his hand and rushed out. He was so fast that the murlocs around him were shocked.
Under the watchful eyes of all the murlocs, this level zero murloc, who hadn't even become a level one murloc warrior, suddenly burst out with an unprecedented speed and heavily crashed into a sand wall not far from the altar. Boom! The sand wall, which was as strong as a brick wall, was instantly blasted into a hole that was large enough to fit an entire thigh. Countless sand fragments sprayed all over the ground.
Compared to Lin Xiao's performance just now, this murloc's performance was more convincing. After all, he was the leader of the tribe, and everyone knew that he was very powerful. But this murloc just now was very weak, and yet he was able to unleash such powerful combat strength. This completely overturned their understanding of him.
Especially as the murlocs that were true believers finished loading their skills and tried to unleash combat strength that was terrifying to murlocs. Lin Xiao saw the burning gazes of the other murlocs and immediately jumped out and shouted, "This is the power of the Lord of God!
"This is the power bestowed upon us by the great Lord of the Grey Fog. Believe in the great Lord of the Grey Fog and he will bestow upon us great power!"
The truth was right in front of everyone's eyes. It wasn't just one or two Fishmen, but many Fishmen. They were the Fishmen who had the deepest faith in the Lord of the Grey Mist. The effect of having so many Fishmen as a role model was astonishing. In less than a minute, the remaining thirty-four false believers had all become true believers.
Two-thirds of the original 43 true believers had become devout believers. Most importantly, eight of the devout believers had become fanatics.
Before this, he had only had one fanatic.
In total, Lin Xiao now had nine fanatics, 38 devout believers, and the rest were all true believers.
In this way, all of the spawns were qualified to use the skill "Salted Fish Spike."
Compared to the direct and crude method of loading skills, this method would give him additional benefits.
Of course, this was not to say that Lin Xiao was very good at herding believers. These were all the first batch of clans when the Divine Domain was created, and they had a bonus in terms of faith. Any player could do so well, and some were even better than him. The real test for them was the addition of new clans in the future, or the conquest of the outer realms in the future. How to educate the native races of the other planes that they conquered was the real test of a new god's ability.
Lin Xiao's new test was about to begin. After the entire tribe was loaded with new skills, he began to load the Species Card. Four hundred new Grey Mist Fishmen suddenly appeared on the northern beach of the tribe. They were moving towards the Grey Mist Fishmen Tribe under the guidance of an unknown force.
With a thought, a spot of golden light disappeared from the murloc leader's head. Then, in the name of the Lord of Gray Fog, he issued a divine decree.
At the moment when the oracle was issued, a golden light shot from the center of the altar into the forehead of the murloc leader who had recovered. Suddenly, the tribe's part-time priest raised the bone knife in his hand and shouted:
"Just now, the great Lord of Gray Fog told us that a group of Fishmen came to our sea. Children, follow me."
Lin Xiao had a big class every seven days, so the Otherworld Invasion happened almost every few years. These Fishmen were used to it. This time, although the interval was very short, the Fishmen did not suspect anything. Since they had just obtained a powerful new power, they were eager to try it out and were full of confidence.
More than a hundred Grey Mist Fishmen rushed out of the tribe under the leadership of their leader and walked north along the beach. On the way, they saw four hundred Grey Mist Fishmen who seemed to be in dire straits heading south. Both sides stopped at the same time.
Although there were more Grey Mist Fishmen on the other side, they looked very miserable. Their faces were yellow and skinny, and they seemed to be refugees. Most of them did not even have weapons in their hands.
Although the Grey Mist Fishmen Tribe was small in number, at least they had good food. There were seven or eight schools of fish, prawns, and crabs in the Divine Domain, which was enough to feed more than a hundred Fishmen well.
Coupled with the fact that they had just obtained a new skill after the battle, they were able to suppress the four hundred Grey Mist Fishmen in terms of momentum.
Unlike other invaders, the Fishmen Tribe did not start a fight immediately, perhaps because the enemy was also Grey Mist Fishmen. Coupled with Lin Xiao's Spiritual Hint, the Fishmen Tribe did not start a fight. After a moment of confrontation, the leader of the Fishmen Tribe stepped forward and communicated with the Grey Mist Fishmen.
Lin Xiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He was afraid that they would lose a lot of Fishmen if a fight broke out.
Since they did not fight at the beginning, they would not fight later. After all, Fang Ning did not say that the enemy was invading at first. The Fishmen Tribe did not have a strong desire to fight at first, but they had a strong desire to show off.
When Lin Xiao brought the disheveled Grey Mist murlocs back to the tribe, the tribe's murlocs kept showing off their skills, shocking many murloc refugees. When the tribe saw the altar in the middle of the tribe, almost a quarter of the murloc refugees immediately went over and knelt down. Lin Xiao immediately sensed more than a hundred lines of faith.
Although they were all very small believers, it was a good start. It showed that the Fishmen refugees had a high degree of acceptance of faith.
As time passed, it would not be difficult to turn all of the Fishmen refugees into believers if they were influenced by what they saw and heard. Moreover, Fang Ning would perform miracles from time to time.
Time flew by quickly. Ten days had passed. The large number of fish and prawns that they caught changed the Fishmen refugees' original sloppy appearance. They quickly integrated into the new tribe.
Under the influence of the original tribe, more Fishmen joined the faith of the Lord of the Grey Mist. The number of his believers increased rapidly, and soon more than two-thirds of the Fishmen new to Lin Xiao had established a faith connection with him. This meant that they were his new believers, but their degree of faith was not high. They were basically shallow believers.
However, he was not in a hurry. Things like faith could not be rushed. He had a lot of time anyway, so he could take it slow. He prayed at a fixed time every day, held a routine large-scale believer gathering every month, and so on. Especially after a period of testing, it was a good opportunity to spread his faith.
On this day, under Lin Xiao's conscious guidance, the tribe began to collect sand and gravel from the outside, preparing to expand the tribe.
At this point, Lin Xiao did not continue to observe. After making sure that the clan tribe was developing well and that the two tribes had successfully integrated, he went offline with satisfaction.
After coming out of the Divine Territory login cabin, Lin Xiao was still thinking about the situation in the Divine Territory. He realized that the Fishmen in the Divine Territory might not have enough food.
In the Divine Territory, there were only four groups of one-star sturgeon, one group of two-star sardines, one group of one-star prawns, and two groups of one-star swimming crabs.
The number was not too much, but it was not too little either. It would not be a problem to feed a few hundred Fishmen.
However, the problem was that the new Fishmen had twice the fertility rate and survival rate of their young. This meant that it would not be long before the number of Fishmen in the Divine Territory would increase rapidly. This bit of food might not be enough.
What would he do if there was not enough food?
Of course, he would buy cards and feed them!
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