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Tukalon wanted to do something for his people. He wanted to be like his father and come up with a sure way for everyone to find a way to survive, but he couldn't think of any good way and his face turned red.
In the end, everyone's eyes fell on the three guests, Prophet Uslan, Qin Mo, and Sal.
They placed their future, lives, property, and everything on three outsiders.
"Why don't you join the Death Army?" Uslan said with a wry smile.
If it were any other spiritual race, they would have already joined the Death Army.
But the Savage Spirit Race cannot give up their own world, the soul of the world formed by their ancestors.
Then everyone looked at Qin Mo.
Qin Mo got up and left.
Chapter 668 In order to survive
In the lush sea of trees, Qin Mo floated in the air, passing through one big tree after another like a transparent substance, his eyes scanning back and forth on the ground.
He searched for materials that could be used to create protective devices.
Under normal circumstances, even if you give him a drop of water, you can use this drop of water to create enough materials for a warship.
But Qin Mo was not sure whether the molecules and atoms in this world could be used normally after exerting his own power.
But if you really can’t find it, just make do with it.
"You don't want to run away, do you?" Wuslan teleported back and forth on the tree, chasing Qin Mo and talking.
"I just want to leave." Qin Mo shook his head calmly.
Uslan also responded indifferently: "You said you want to fight against the enemies of the real universe. In your country, your people include people who are highly hostile in the human empire, and there are desperate rangers from other Arkworlds, and even now they still There are those who seek your protection, those of our hateful dark kin, and even the Star Goddess and our Mother Goddess.”
"But you ignored the demise of an Eldar who was friendly to you."
"They gave you the highest level of hospitality, and even the leaders of the tribe treated you with respect, because you did not abandon our mother goddess because she was your enemy."
"But you ignore the extermination of these people?"
Wuslan looked directly into Qin Mo's eyes and asked questions repeatedly.
The space he was in was distorted in the next second, and he was instantly in front of Qin Mo, with his legs dangling in the air.
"I saved those people you mentioned because they were worthy of being saved." Qin Mo's tone was no longer so plain, but serious, "Even your dark relatives who are as twisted as ants, they are still in Comoros. I struggled a lot and paid my blood tax."
Uslan nodded in disbelief.
"A couple in Comoros, in order to send their real daughter to Karis, they chose to use their own deaths in a large-scale reconnaissance operation to pay a blood tax." Qin Mo raised his hand and touched Uslan's chest. "What did your wild relatives do? When they heard the disaster was coming, they were so frightened that they almost peed, and then they placed everything they had on us guests."
"They haven't fought in seven thousand years." Uslan said, "Maybe after this time, they will become real warriors, just like people in other wild worlds."
Hearing this, Qin Mo turned around: "After this time? Believe me, even if I create a black hole and swallow up the Wormfleet Fleet, they will do whatever they have to do in the future, and they will still bet their wealth and life just like they are now. We rely on our guests to solve everything so that we can continue to live this idyllic life.”
Whether it is worth saving or not is the criterion in Qin Mo's mind for intervention.
The Tyrones deserve to be saved because they did not choose to do nothing and wait for the gods to solve everything when there were a bunch of gods in their sector.
Those sons of Antaeus are worthy of saving, because they have proved themselves by their loyalty to the human race, but they lack a place to live without being plotted to death by those who are unwilling to kill them.
Even the Eldar on Caris deserved to be saved, because they proved by their sacrifices to hunt down the Inquisitors and their enemies that they were just desperate, rather than looking for human support like the ancestors of the long-extinct dogs.
"If the Na'vi people come up with the result of the discussion and say that we just won't leave, no matter what happens or die, it doesn't matter what you guests think, we will decide." Qin Mo continued, "For the sake of their friendliness and humility, it doesn't matter Come on, I will immediately fly to the Hive Fleet to feed the bugs the black holes, and then I will have an extra ally."
Uslan was silent and lowered his head.
Qin Mo took a breath and continued to look for materials that could be used.
Qin Mo found that the materials here had almost all been modified. He could only take a glowing and soft stone from the air, rearrange the microstructure of the branches, and then shape it into metal.
Halfway through the process, Qin Mo recalled something and suddenly turned to look at Uslan: "Did you know what would happen in this wild world, so you brought me here on purpose?"
"I don't even have the urgency to use my spiritual power to predict the future." Uslan confessed, "I just want you to see that our Eldar race does not all suffer great losses due to corruption, or continue to fall after suffering great losses. There are also insightful people who gave up their luxurious life during the Ancient Spirit Tribe Empire and ran out to stick to their true intentions."
"Then you can tell me clearly. What I hate most is that there are things I can say but I just don't say them. I like idiots who hide meaninglessly." Qin Mo raised his middle finger.
Uslan nodded helplessly.
"Anyway, I'm going to withdraw. You can either follow me or stay. Anyway, I know you won't seek death." Qin Mo turned around, "I don't know whether you will stay to help them or not, don't talk about me. .”
"Are we too weak and too arrogant?"
A voice came from the air.
Then the pterosaur roared down and landed on the branch.
Behind the dragon knight, the young tribal leader Tukalon carefully stepped off the pterosaur and said to Qin Mo: "If I make you feel arrogant, I'm sorry, this may be a problem with my race... I really don't... "
"You are not arrogant. Although you are nothing as a leader, you are at least a humble and good person. Thank you very much for your hospitality." Qin Mo shook his head.
It was hard for Tu'Kalon to be judged as nothing as a leader by others, but he had to admit that this was so true, and it was everything but a little hurtful.
"Is that because we are too weak?" Tukalon asked.
"Weakness is not a problem." Qin Mo said what he once said to Nurgle, "The population will multiply, the ethnic group will grow, and the strength will increase. The bullied children will grow up with hatred, and the weak will eventually become strong. But those who entrust their wealth and life to others are not included.”
"Then why can't you help us tide over the difficulties?" Tukalon asked again.
Qin Mo shook his head: "I never said I couldn't help, I just didn't want to help."
"I can help, but you need to show me that your people are willing to do whatever it takes to survive."
"Be willing to change your lifestyle, no longer engage in inefficient slash-and-burn farming, and embrace technology and work that will allow you to survive."
"I am willing to no longer live alone, and to participate in the confrontation against the enemies of the real universe in the manner of an ordered race."
"Being willing to give up peace, tranquility, and prosperity...just to survive in this cruel universe."
After hearing everything, Tukalon nodded firmly: "We have just lived in peace for too long, but we are still willing to give everything to survive, just like our ancestors gave up everything they had in order to survive."
"Very good." Qin Mo nodded, "Then you'd better show me that you are willing to change. For example, you can have the courage to speak and act like a leader in front of your tribe."
Chapter 669 Fight or Die
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Lightning and thunder thundered above the sea of trees in Pandora.
Dark clouds gathered under the canopy of the giant tree, but there was no rain, only the roar of thunder.
With everyone's expectations, the young leader rode a pterosaur and flew back to the tribe, but he did not bring back the guests that the tribe hoped to come back.
Although Thrall was present as a guest, he had fallen into the grief of losing his compatriots and couldn't extricate himself. It was no different from non-existence.
"We must stay and fight the Tyranids."
Tukalon jumped off the pterodactyl with the support of the dragon knight and spoke to everyone.
Doubts, whispers, exclamations...the courage that Tukalon had finally gathered almost dissipated.
But knowing that the survival and death of the tribe can only be separated by a thought, Tukalon became angry, pointed at the tribe and shouted: "I know that deep down in your hearts you all want to escape, you just don't dare to say it loudly, you want a A leader who is not even old enough to learn how to control a dragon makes this decision on your behalf so that you will not be condemned in the future!"
This sentence forced everyone to fall silent.
"I have two options."
Tukalon sat on the throne and held out two fingers.
"The first."
"Transport all the combat books stored in the world shrine to study. All adults in the tribe will receive combat training and grab resources at a fixed time."
"No matter which child or person's dragon it is, whether it is the dragon responsible for transporting camels or carrying passengers, they will all be used as mounts for the reserve dragon knights, allowing the younger dragons to take over their original responsibilities."
"All the younger members of the tribe went into the blacksmith shop or sewing shop to learn skills and were responsible for the production of war supplies while the adults and I went to war."
"Tear down all the treehouses and build more defensible fortresses."
After saying that, Tukalon leaned on the throne and waited quietly for the tribe's response.
He looked calm on the surface, but in reality he was extremely panicked.
What if the clan members don’t do it?
What if the clan members abandoned themselves and the tribe and ran away?
"But that means we will all die." A girl raised her hand.
"Only death and battle are uncommon here. Any other kindred, whether it is the Ark kindred or the wild kindred, they are always accompanied by death and battle." Tukaron responded.
No matter how calm Tu'Kalon appears, he is a man who is not even old enough to learn how to control a dragon, and his authority is definitely insufficient.
So there are still people questioning it, loudly or quietly.
"Or you can choose the second option." Tukalon suppressed his worries and raised his voice, "We are all gathered here, waiting for death."
There were murmurs, and then suddenly someone stood up and shouted questions.
"Are you so calm? Did those guests decide to take you away? After all, you are our leader, with noble blood? Humph?"
Tukalon was so angry that he almost jumped up.
He admitted that he was nothing as a leader, but he never thought of abandoning his people and running away.
Tukalon pulled out the spear that his father had given him when he left, and stuck it on the ground: "You can let me die now, so that I can't abandon you and live alone."
The doubts gradually subsided.
Sometimes people just need a fair leader.
When Tukalondu said this, everyone else present had no words to say.
And those who supported Tukalon were brave enough to speak out.
"Compatriots... for the soul of the world!"
"Anyway, we had nowhere to go twenty thousand years ago. For Pandora! For every sleeping ancestor in the shrine! For us to continue to survive!"
"..."
When he saw the eyes of the tribesmen gradually becoming firmer, Tukalon, who was panicking, breathed a sigh of relief.
The young leader looked at the spear stuck in the ground.
He asked himself, did he really have the courage to face death calmly?