Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 128 Deer Priest's First Film Experience
Deep in the forests of the North.

The old priest was carefully organizing the use of the card illusion spell.

Although she seemed to remain calm as a tribal leader, her frequent typos revealed that she was not at peace inside.

She had no confidence at all whether the deer spirit she worshipped could gain enough believers.

Is all this a scam designed by Drogo to obtain the god's remains and card spells?

But why go to so much trouble?

Since the day when the deal of exchanging 10,000 believers for spells was reached, the other party sent someone to write an extremely complex spell into the divine skeleton.

She had never seen such a complicated spell.

But in the end, we found that its function was just to allow a group of people to chat and share their lives.

At the time, she had suspected whether this was a test of some kind of war spell.

Real-time information exchange is of great value in warfare.

Although we don't like it, we have to admit that the God of War was once a god with a very wide range of believers.

If we can attract those believers, it will be a last resort for the tribe whose population is decreasing.

Who would have thought that after observing for a period of time, this spell, which seems to have considerable strategic value in any way, is actually just used for socializing.

But I heard that the way the Drogo Group attracts people to believe in the divine remains is by playing games, so socializing isn't that difficult to accept.

When the Deer Spirit Rune was first designed, the number of people praying to the Deer Spirit through it did increase rapidly in a short period of time.

However, since the accounts in Lu Ling’s social circle are actually interoperable with Hong Zhong’s accounts, these people, out of habit, ended up using Hong Zhong’s runes to enter the social circle.

The Deer Spirit God's skeleton became a springboard for the God's skeleton cultivated by Drogo.

The agreement that Drogo made at the beginning couldn't be a word game. The so-called 10,000 believers meant there would be 10,000 believers at the peak period, regardless of whether they could remain or not.

The old priest just felt a slight migraine. She had been having wild thoughts these days, which made her feel exhausted.

There were still a few days left until the agreed final time, and she decided to ask Drogo for clarification then.

As for whether she could get any result, she had no idea.

"Elder." A young tribesman knocked on the door of the stone house.

"what's up?"

"A messenger from the Drogo Group has come with an invitation, inviting us to attend the premiere of Frozen." The person outside the door answered.

Without the permission of the old priest, tribal members could not enter the elders' residence.

Only here can she relax a little. As the leader of the tribe, she bears too much pressure on a daily basis, but she cannot show her hesitant and undecided side to other members.

That would make the entire tribe lose confidence.

The day she became a leader, she lost her personality and became a totem symbol of a tribe.

Totems do not allow for fragility.

"Frozen?" The old priest felt that the name sounded familiar.

"It's the magic shadow played by Grover and Xiaolu."

"Ah, those two children." The old priest always felt a little sorry for the little deer, as if he had personally sent him into the dragon's claws for the sake of the divine remains.

"Where is the premiere? Winter City?" This is the only city that the tribesmen are familiar with.

"No, it's a place called Twin Towers. The messenger from the Drogo Group said that we can use the teleportation array to get there."

"squeak--"

The door of the stone house was pushed open, and the cold wind rushed in, causing the bonfire in the house to shake.

The old priest stood at the door with a serious expression.

"Do you want to go?" she asked in a calm tone.

"I want to, no, I don't want to." A trace of nervousness appeared on the young face.

All tribal members knew that the priests did not like people to go to cities all the time, as cities would corrupt the soul.

"Go ahead if you want," said the old priest.

"What?" The young man thought he had heard wrongly.

"Let's go to that Twin Towers City and see how many people they have invited?"

"No more than 10 people are fine. They said they can't accommodate more people."

"Well, you can go. For the remaining eight places, we will count the people in the tribe who want to go, and then draw lots to decide." The old priest gave the order. The young man excitedly went to inform others of the good news, but after running a few steps, he suddenly turned back and asked.

"Elder, does the Deer Spirit no longer need our protection?"

"Don't worry, it's safe." The old priest suspected that even if the entire forest was reduced to scorched earth, the divine remains would be safe.

On the day when the spell model was written into the divine skeleton, a graceful lady came with a boy wearing a strange belt.

The two of them set up various terrifying spells around the divine remains.

No matter what the Drogo Group wants to do, at least they are more serious than the tribe in protecting the remains of the gods.

As for why the old priest changed his previous attitude of restricting them from going to the city.

Of course, it was the answer given to her by the prophecy.

Since about twenty years ago, the probability of danger of exposure to the world has gradually decreased.

Recently, there is even a chance of gaining believers.

Maybe it's time to change the tribe's survival strategy.

The legend that cities corrupt the soul?

Let’s just say that the corruption has been cleansed by the awakened deer spirit, since the previous legend was made up anyway.

Faith, in addition to being nourishment for the gods, can also be used as a tool for ruling.

Therefore, as a priest, the pressure comes not only from the difficulty of keeping the tribe alive, but also from the psychological torment caused by concealing the truth.

The candidates who would go to Twin Towers City were quickly drawn, and everyone looked very excited.

Normally I am very happy to visit Winter City once, but this time I am doubly excited to visit a city I have never heard of.

"Do you think Twin Towers City is bigger than Winter City?" The tribesmen who drew the lot discussed in a low voice.

"No way? Winter City is so big."

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"Winter City is so small."

In the Twin Towers City, a group of tribesmen who had just walked out of the forest stood on the famous tourist attraction, the top floor of the Soren Tower, looking at the endless city and sighing again and again.

Yes, Sauron's Tower has become a tourist attraction. After the protective spells in the tower were triggered by Drogo, Sauron originally wanted to repair it, but he procrastinated.

So he opened his mind and moved to the Repin Institute, where there were laboratories and residences reserved for him.

The tower generates revenue as a paid attraction, and those who can recite the introduction to Sauron in the History of Spells can get free admission.

"Don't make a fuss," the old priest warned. "It would make us look ignorant."

"But we have never seen it." The young people in the tribe obviously don't care so much about face.

"Everyone," the tour guide arranged by the Drogo Group greeted everyone, "The premiere is about to begin. Let's get ready to go to the Drogo Magic Cinema."

The Drogo Cinema is also built on Cornflower Street, second only to the game store in size.

Cornflower Street was gradually becoming Drogo Street.

Ten people followed the tour guide to the Magic Cinema.

There were not only audiences attending the premiere, but also a large number of reporters and fans who were eager to meet the actors but could only wait outside the theater.

"What is that?" asked a tribesman, pointing at corn popping on a cart.

"Oh, that's popcorn, a snack for watching Magic Shadow. Want to try it? Consider it a gift from me." The tour guide was paid very well this time, so he was happy to provide additional services.

"No, it's too expensive, it costs 3 copper coins."

"It doesn't matter. I still have to pay 3 silver coins in rent every month." The young man said easily.

"Wow! It's so expensive, you must live in a luxurious place!"

"Of course." The young man smiled confidently, almost crying inside.

The second bedroom in an old house of eight square meters is not luxurious at all.

The tribesmen happily held popcorn and followed the old priest into the magic theater.

In the theater, the lights dimmed.

The premiere is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)