Godly System: From Fire to God

Lin Mo reacted on the spot, and the goddess of war must have known these little moves she had made.

It's just that they don't bother to make trouble for themselves, and now they are in other people's territory, whether they are round or squashed, it's up to others.

The goddess of war did not intend to deal with herself directly, to restrict herself and allow herself to accept her trial in this space. This was also a special difficult way.

"My god, has something happened?"

Although the young patriarch is relatively simple, he still has the ability to observe words and expressions. Seeing Lin Mo's expression a little embarrassed, he asked strangely.

"It's okay, I need you to do something as soon as possible."

Lin Mo glanced at him and shook his head gently.

"Just tell me."

The young patriarch nodded humbly.

After all the people led by the tribe believed in Lin Mo, they could be regarded as focusing their attention on Lin Mo. If the other party had any request, they would definitely do it without hesitation.

The task that Lin Mo assigned to them was very simple, that is, to go deep into the inland of this space, unite all the tribes that can be united along the way, and seize the territory with the most central race.

And Lin Mo would always take advantage of this chaos, find the exit of this space, and meet the goddess of war at the end.

After all, this space is mainly used to test the testers. Whether it is with wisdom or strength, as long as it can pass through this area, it will be fully recognized by the goddess of war.

There are still a lot of races nearby, as the young patriarch said before, there are a total of 38 small races.

These small races are also distributed in various fixed places, it is not difficult to find them systematically.

Within half a day, the young patriarch had already sent someone to invite most of the race leaders.

Fortunately, the mammoths are of a relatively large size, and their turf gathers so many people at once, but they can hold them.

Lin Moduan sat in the patriarch's house, closed his eyes and rested his mind, deliberately creating an image of a worldly expert.

The leaders of other races who were brought gathered in this room, looking at Lin Mo with strange expressions.

"Get us, what's the matter? What about your patriarch?"

After a while, someone asked impatiently.

Normally, the various races here are all living on their own, and basically never have any intersection with each other, and the young patriarch has never seen such a big world.

Surrounded by so many people, and everyone looked fierce and evil, the young patriarch suddenly became a little confused.

Fortunately, Lin Mo had taught him certain methods before.

The young patriarch took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and then spoke.

"My father is dead, and now the mammoth clan is headed by me."

As soon as his voice fell, there was a sudden murmur in the crowd.

In a place like this for hundreds of years, no large-scale trials have entered, and it is impossible to cause any casualties, and if it is normal birth, old age, sickness and death, the patriarch cannot be replaced so quickly.

"Shut up to Lao Tzu!"

Seeing these discussions became louder and louder, the young patriarch let out an angry roar, his long nose flicked fiercely, and the resonance of his nose and mouth made the sound extremely loud, and Lin Mo even felt the ground began to vibrate.

"Boy! Even if you are here, he dare not talk to me like that!"

The young patriarch's roar immediately angered many people in the room, and a bull-headed orc stood up and shouted at the young patriarch.

The Young Patriarch turned his head and looked at Lin Mo, and Lin Mo also opened his eyes at this time and nodded slightly to him.

With Lin Mo's approval, the Young Patriarch rushed towards the bull-headed orc without any warning.

Although all races in this space are brave and good at fighting, except for those who block the trials, they usually rarely have friction and fight.

Such an aggressive attack on others has never happened in hundreds of years.

The bull-headed orc obviously didn't think of this situation. His height was only about two meters. Compared with the mammoth who was about four meters tall, he was like a child in front of an adult.

The young patriarch raised his nose high and slammed it on his face. The orc was taken away. When he lifted his face from the ground, a lot of blood came out of his mouth and nose.

Seeing the tragic situation of the other party, the young patriarch became more confident in his heart.

In his mind, the idea that the Mammoths are stronger than other small races is getting deeper and deeper.

The bull-headed orc obviously didn't expect that the young patriarch would dare to attack so impulsively. He roared and stood up and began to draw some strange runes in the void.

Lin Mo consulted the system. This orc is also an ancient orc that has long been extinct on the Chaos Continent.

Compared with other sturdy orcs, this race does not have that strong body, but they can use a kind of witchcraft unique to orcs, and it can also be regarded as a curse ability.

Huh!

It's just that his rune hasn't been finished yet, the young patriarch has rushed over again, knocking him to the ground with a punch, and then stepped on him with his huge soles.

The weight and strength of the Mammoths are very exaggerated. Every time that huge foot is stepped on, it is no less than a full-strength attack by an eighth-order warrior. Soon, the orc with the bull's head was already unable to hold it and began to beg for mercy. .

The young patriarch did not kill him, when the opponent begged for mercy.

He then coldly lifted the orc from the ground, threw it to the corner, and let him sit against the wall.

"Does anyone else have any questions?"

The young patriarch turned his head and looked around, and after all the people met his gaze, they all avoided subconsciously.

Among these small races, there is actually not much difference in strength. When they were distributed in the territories of various tribes, these small races were all disrupted into a pot of porridge.

In that case, the bigger the race, the more vulnerable it is to attack, while the smaller ones are more coincidental. They can completely shrink in a corner that is not noticed and wait for other people to finish fighting Come out again for leak detection.

Although the goddess of war ruled that these races should not say anything, but now, Lin Mo's arrival has completely disrupted the original rhythm here, and the situation has begun to undergo subtle changes.