The third guy who came on the court was carrying a huge stone pillar, and the stone pillar emitted a yellowish light all over his body. Isis played against him.

This guy is smarter. Before he entered the field, he threw the totem pole in and inserted it on the ground. In this way, he took the lead from the beginning. Isis didn't care. She was nothing more than a local attribute enhancement, which was nothing for a genius mage who was proficient in six-system spells. He turned on the spell shield and waited for the opponent to attack.

The other party was not polite. First, a gravity technique made her unable to move, and then she rushed over with a pair of giant fists. As a result, she didn't even smash her shield after three consecutive punches. She was directly shot out of the field by the simplest three consecutive shots of the fire arrow, becoming the fastest defeat.

Tabrich shouted: "You have lost three games in a row in five games. If you lose, will you still be embarrassed?"

A tribal elder said angrily: "What a cry! The dark messenger on your side is not showing up. How could we send a real master to it?"

"Oh, it turns out that you can be so shameless. In other words, the outcome of the previous game doesn't matter. It's all about the next game?"

"That's right, don't play for five games, the next game will definitely win or lose!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a goatee-bearded tribe elder walked up in person!

There was an uproar around him.

Everyone's eyes were all on Dak.

Tabrich said quickly: "This old man is one of the masterminds of the rebellion, be careful of his 'soul totem'!"

"What is soul totem?"

"Connect with your own soul, you can release it as long as you think in your mind, and the attack speed is very fast. In addition, six small totems are stringed into a large one, which can be released in segments, or the spell effect can be changed by adjusting the order!"

Dake smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm sure." As he said, he removed the camouflage effect and walked up with the prison eye Morning Star.

The goatee raised his chin arrogantly: "Young man, I'll let you do it first! I'll count to three and then fight back. Come on, one, two, three!"

After counting the three, Dark remained motionless. The onlookers immediately exclaimed that the Dark Messenger was indeed full of confidence and could not even take the advantage of the first move.

Dak was confused, looked at Yu Panki, then pointed at the old guy, and shouted: "I can't understand what he is talking about, translator!"

Yupanki and Isabella burst into laughter. Yupanki smiled and translated Dak's words. The old guy was so angry that his face turned green, and many tribal warriors were also laughing secretly.

The old guy said angrily: "I can't even understand the words, and I'm talking about the Dark Messenger, it's obviously fake!"

"A tribe that is about to collapse dares to question the darkness?"

"Nonsense, Yanoma is protected by the Swamp God, and it will always exist! You believer of the evil god, go back wherever you come from!"

"No food, no clean fresh water, lack of medicine... devoured by wild animals, swallowed by swamps, and transformed into one with them. Is this your "everything"? A group of ambitious families who are plotting against rebellion under the guise of swamp gods actually talk about the gods? Haha."

Yupanki loudly translated Dak's words, and Isis quietly added a "sound amplification technique" to him, which was really thunderous. After listening to Dak's words, several elders on the opposite side were nervous.

The goatee was furious and raised his hands suddenly. The soul totem flew out from behind and inserted it on the ground. Six rings of different colors rotated rapidly around the six parts of the totem.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Dake's mouth, and with a hammer, the shock waves came out, and the soft wetland was like a piece of bread that suddenly swelled, bounced the totem away.

Dake flew to the totem outside the field: "Fuck it."

Yupanki and the others laughed, and many tribal warriors on Dak's side booed. The goatee's face turned blue with anger.

A tribal warrior ran over and held the totem with both hands.

The goatee roared and inserted the totem into the ground fiercely. The blue and yellow halos lit up. This time the effect was extraordinary. Dak's legs were immediately grabbed by countless magic hands made of mud and could not move.

"You're finished!" The goatee raised his hands suddenly.

Before he could lift his hand, Dake roared, and the morning star of the prison eye turned into a black and white lightning, slashing on the totem,

The totem was instantly smashed away!

All the mud magic hands instantly turned into invisible. Dake, who was free from bondage, stepped forward and pressed his goatee down: "Don't move, move, I will break your little neck!"

The whole audience was in an uproar!

Although the goatee couldn't understand, looking at Dake's fierce expression, how could he not understand what it meant? He closed his eyes in despair.

After waiting for a long time, Dark didn't take action. He trembled and opened his eyes. Seeing that Dark had picked up the prison eye Morning Star and threw the totem pole over: "Stop!"

The old guy was shocked and hugged him quickly.

Dark twisted his neck and said indifferently, "You don't understand if you want to plan." He looked at his opponent with pity, raised a finger, and waved it contemptuously.

The goatee yelled hysterically: "Why, why is it me who lost?"

Yupanki immediately translated, and Dark replied without thinking, "Because you always encircle yourself in a swamp, holding your ancestors' things and not letting go! Yes, the totem pole is very strong, it is a fixed and powerful auxiliary that does not require mana consumption, and it is also a powerful mage. But you idiots, you self-righteous and arrogant idiots have used it to death! Like your tribe, if you don't make any changes, you will disappear in this swamp forever!"

Isis enhanced the mana output of the amplification technique. Yupanki's translation sounded like thunder surging from all directions. Some timid tribe members trembled, searching for the source of the sound, while more tribe members fell into deep thought.

Why, why is the totem that our ancestors trust for generations so vulnerable to the hands of foreigners? Why do we believe so devoutly in the Swamp God, but we still have to go to the brink of tribe destruction? What should we do?

At some point, the chief and his guards had been put down from the totem pole, and the arrogant tribal elders were dejected one by one, and were watched by the rebellious tribal warriors, and they did not dare to move.

The chief slowly moved his numb wrists and solemnly bowed to Dark: "Missenger of Darkness, please give us the way!"

Dark was shocked and instinctively wanted to help him, but Isis's voice came from the team chat: "Conquer them!"

Dark retracted his hand and accepted the chief's bow.

"The God of Darkness is tolerant. From today on, your souls will continue to return to this vast swamp, and your hands will work for the God of Darkness, to rebuild your homeland, and to fight for the tomorrow of your tribe!"

"The Aroma tribe, follow the teachings of the Dark Messenger!"

Starting from the Chief, all members of the Yanoma tribe fell to their knees in waves.

Perriana's eyes once again turned into little stars: "My Dark Messenger, so handsome!"

Dake asked loudly during the team chat: "Berriana, how about the food reserves of the god castle?"

"Enough to eat!"

"It's OK." Dak only asked a question and turned off the team chat. He shouted to the heads and minds of the tribes who were kneeling down and bowing to the chief and other tribes: "Then, the first instruction of the God of Darkness: The Arnoma tribe, immediately stop attacking and killing the god castle, and collect the iron lekri tree with all his strength!"
Chapter completed!