Godly System: From Fire to God

According to intelligence, the biggest enemy in unifying the cat people is the civet cat.

The strength of the civet tribe is the strongest among the four tribes. They have a population of nearly a thousand people. There are four hundred strong soldiers, which is equivalent to the population of the entire civet tribe.

The population of the gray cat and the black cat tribe is about the same as that of the civet tribe, probably only about 400 people. If there is a war, these two tribes can also bring together more than 400 people.

So once this battle starts, it means that the civet tribe will face 800 people with 200 people!

A full four times the number gap!

But Lin Mo didn't worry at all, because Qingyou had become a Tier 3 magician.

For a Tier 3 magician, against a petite and fragile warrior like the Cat Clan, as long as the magic power is sufficient and the location is safe, it is not a problem to kill four to five hundred people by one person.

It can be said that a quiet person is equivalent to an army.

What's more, there is a second-tier Lilian to help. With her fighting instinct, it is absolutely no disadvantage to deal with cat warriors.

No matter how bad, there is still Lin Mo watching the battle. Although he does not want to draw out the gods believed by the civet cats, if he really wants to suffer, then Lin Mo will not watch.

Now that the great gods had agreed, Qingyou was naturally very excited, and immediately set about arranging the news and plans of the battle.

After seeing the **** of flames cast down miracles many times, the civet tribe firmly believed in any oracle.

Since the gods say they can fight, they can definitely win.

Regardless of the difference in the number of people, the civets who are protected by the gods will not be afraid at all.

Considering that the gray cat tribe and the black cat tribe were not willing to follow the civet cat tribe, Qingyou did not intend to secretly lead the tribe to attack.

After all, the biggest purpose of unifying the cat people is to increase the power of believers. The mage’s sneak attack is indeed very powerful, but if a torch burns a large number of gray cats and black cats to death, and loses a large number of potential believers, it will not be worth the gain .

Therefore, Qingyou sent someone to hand over the battle book to the civet cats early and agreed to fight in the nearby Great Plains.

The winning tribe will unite the entire cat people.

After receiving the battle book, the civet patriarch went crazy with joy.

Back then, the civet tribe was forced to ban them because of their unyielding swearing to the death, but now they have personally sent them to the door, how can the civet patriarch be upset?

Soon, on the agreed day, both parties came to the agreed place early.

The civet legion is mighty, arranged in three phalanxes, with two hundred gray cats and black cat warriors each standing on the flanks, and four hundred civet warriors in the middle.

The civet patriarch, holding a machete, stood at the forefront of the team vigorously, his face full of victory.

Qingyou confronted them with two hundred civet warriors. Although there was a huge disadvantage in terms of numbers, the well-deserved civet tribe was strong, physically strong and full of energy, and did not lose to the opposite in terms of momentum.

"Hehe, little girl of the civet clan, call your mother out! Your civet clan took the initiative to write a battle book, but the patriarch is so scared that he dare not show up, isn't it ridiculous!"

The civet patriarch stroked his beard and shouted mockingly.

"Look at the poor number of you. Even if we spit and spit, we can drown your troops. I will give you a chance. As long as you surrender honestly, then you come to be my concubine. Accept you, lest your people make innocent sacrifices."

Seeing that Qingyou didn't reply, he greedily looked Qingyou up and down, and then shouted.

"Have you finished?"

Qingyou sneered and asked softly.

"It's over."

The civet patriarch snorted coldly and looked at her disdainfully.

"Now that you are finished, then you can go to death!"

Qingyou Jiao yelled, and suddenly raised his right hand, a red light glowed in his palm.