Uncle, believe in the Lord of the Holy Light with me!

"Len, what are you doing? I'm your uncle!"

"You dare to betray the tribe, betray the patriarch, and point your weapon at me, are you crazy?"

In the chaotic goblin tribe, an old old goblin is roaring.

The goblin Lunn, who had been maddened by him, swung the long sword without hesitation, and knocked out a tribal goblin next to him with the back of the sword.

"I'm not crazy!"

"It's the people of the tribe who are too ignorant."

"Bariel (the goblin patriarch) can't lead the tribe to glory at all, he can't even deal with the despicable grayland dwarf tribe!"

"Only the great Lord of Light can revitalize our goblin clan!"

"Uncle, believe in the Lord of the Holy Light with me!"

"God will protect us!"

Goblin Lunn held a long sword and walked towards the old goblin step by step.

The old goblin said in horror: "You put down your weapon first, let's sit down and chat slowly!"

Goblin Lunn shook his head and said, "The Lord of the Holy Light is a benevolent god who gave the tribal people a chance to redeem themselves, but only this time!"

"Uncle, trust me, I will not harm you."

"Then can you put down the weapon in your hand before speaking?"

"Cannot!"

Seeing the goblin Lunn approaching gradually with a long sword in his hand, the old goblin pissed in fright, and immediately shouted: "Don't go any further, I listen to you, and believe in the Holy Light with you!"

"Okay Uncle, I need you to kneel down on the ground now, and don't make any other meaningless actions. The tribal war will end later, and the respected Holy Envoy will light the fire of faith for you!"

"I see, can you stay away from me?"

"Good uncle!"

Goblin Lunn turned and left.

The old goblin kneeling on the ground was looking around, looking for a chance to escape.

But soon he discovered that the goblin believers had surrounded the entire tribe.

Those tribal goblins who refused to bow their heads to the holy light were either struggling to resist, or had already been knocked unconscious to the ground.

He can't escape!

the most important is...

Even if he managed to escape from the tribe, where could he escape to?

Without the protection of the tribe, sooner or later he would become the ration of monsters in the wild.

Thinking of this, the old goblin immediately succumbed.

He no longer thought about running away, but he hoped that the tribal powerhouses headed by the goblin patriarch could successfully repel the invaders, so that he would not have to become a believer in the Lord of Light.

Same as the goblin patriarch~

The old goblin also believed that the goblin believers were controlled by magic.

As a matter of course, the Lord of the Holy Light is also the evil god.

And evil gods are absolutely not to be believed in!

Otherwise, it will definitely bring disaster to the tribe, or even the entire ethnic group.

Less than ten minutes.

Lin Yu's two hundred elite goblin followers controlled the entire goblin tribe.

In the goblin tribe, although there are more than 300 goblins, most of them are ordinary goblins.

The strong men of the goblin tribe have already been surrounded by the angel team. The goblin believers who had no opponents easily occupied the goblin tribe.

at a glance

The tribe is full of goblins kneeling on the ground.

In addition, some goblins were forcibly knocked out by physical means, and they lay staggered.

"Our mission is accomplished!"

"Now wait for the holy envoys to finish preaching the creed to Patriarch Baril, and this battle for tribal salvation will be over!"

"Praise the great Lord of Light!"

"Under the guidance of God, our goblin tribe will definitely be able to walk towards the light!"

The goblin followers looked fanatical.

They all looked forward to the glorious future of the goblin tribe.

And those tribal goblins who were forced to kneel down on the ground were terrified and uneasy, and felt that all goblin believers were crazy.

This world no longer needs faith.

They are all looking forward to the victory of the goblin old patriarch and come to save them.

"Damn it!"

"Are all the legendary Winged Men so powerful?"

On the battlefield, the goblin patriarch's eyes were tearing apart, and he kept waving the elemental staff, releasing huge fireballs to hit the four angels who were besieging him.

However, his elemental magic his was useless at all.

It is difficult to pose an effective enough threat to the enemy.

All the fireballs he released were smashed by the bright sword lights in mid-air, and it was difficult to do anything other than leaving pieces of burnt black earth.

The four angels who besieged the goblin patriar