"The gods have been angry for three months and have not given rain to the Kingdom of Mi. As messengers of the shepherd god, our northern tribe is responsible for requisitioning this well according to the gods' will."
"Rainfall depends on God's will. If you do this, aren't you afraid that God will get even more angry and won't give us Mi Kingdom any rain for the rest of the year?"
The envoy's words were full of tirade. "The other tribes have all been obedient and followed our orders, but yours is being so unruly. Are you sure you want to become the sinner of the entire Mi Nation?"
After such a big hat was put on them, many people panicked and couldn't help but waver in their hearts. The enthusiasm that had just been mobilized to defend the future of the tribe was mostly extinguished.
"We are a bunch of women, powerless and unable to fight against the gods."
"Why don't we give up this well? Maybe this time our prayer for rain will be successful."
…
The messenger of God heard the sparse discussions and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. When he came, he saw that this tribe was arrogant and intimidating, and was a little worried that the situation would get out of control. It turned out that it was just a paper tiger that fell apart with a poke.
Just as the people in the tribe began to disperse, the messenger of God's sharp eyes noticed that there was a woman in bright and beautiful clothes at the end of the team. She was very eye-catching among the gray-faced people in the tribe.
The woman was beautiful, and standing next to her was a tall, upright, middle-aged man.
Wen Qiao and Ge Zhu were the ones he targeted.
The divine messenger pointed in the direction of Wen Qiao and Ge Zhu and asked: "Why are there still young and strong men in the tribe? Why haven't they been sent to the front lines as soldiers?"
Grandma Aji quickly said, "Sir, these two are fishermen who came to stay overnight. They are not from our country."
“No, no, no…”
Shenzhi shook his head, an unfathomable expression on his face: "You are wrong, these two people are not just passing by. They are participants!"
Wen Qiao and Ge Zhu's hearts skipped a beat at the same time. Could it be that their identities as spies were about to be exposed?
At this time, Jiang Lili asked Xiaopang to send the gunpowder bags stored in Xiaopang's warehouse over. If they were discovered, they could only use firepower to intimidate these people.
The chief was puzzled: "Master God's Messenger, what do you mean by this?"
"Stupid! Don't you understand? I've prayed for rain so many times before, but there's been no change or improvement."
The envoy's eyes were sharp, and his tone was sinister: "And this time, two foreigners came before our rain-praying ceremony. Doesn't this mean that they are the turning point of this rain-praying ceremony?"
Jiang Lili clapped her hands in amazement after hearing this: "Wow, what a logical genius! What he said makes so much sense, even she believed it."
"No, impossible!"
Grandma Aji panicked when she heard this. She didn't think so. As an old man with a lot of experience, the shepherd god protected his people in peace and happiness, and there was no tradition of requiring everyone to make sacrifices.
The last time this group of people said that the shepherd god had an oracle, asking all the young and strong men in the tribe to go to the front line. These strong men left for half a month and there was no news of them.
This group of old, weak, women and children were held in the tribe like hostages. The people from the northern tribe took advantage of the fact that these tribes had no young and strong men to support them and robbed them unscrupulously. In addition, they had performed so many rain-praying rituals to no avail. Instead, all the cattle, sheep and horses in the tribe were almost sacrificed. She even began to suspect that the people from the tribe over there were not messengers of God.
"These two siblings gave me water last night and saved my life. Even after learning about the drought, they still gave me a large bottle of water before going to bed. They are my real lifesavers."
Granny Aji stood in front of Ge Zhu and Wen Qiao and said, "If you want to capture them for sacrifice, you must step over my dead body first!"
The shadow left in Ge Zhu's heart by the "weak old man" Zhao Ping Hou was healed by the sincere Grandma Aji at this time. It turned out that not all old people were as cunning as Zhao Ping Hou.
Looking at Grandma Aji's short, old but stubborn back, Ge Zhu felt somewhat guilty. In fact, the big pot of water he gave her last night contained the antidote.
The envoy didn't care what Grandma Aji said: "Come here, quickly capture these two foreigners and use them as sacrifices for the next rain-praying ceremony!"
The chief also believed in Grandma Aji's judgment, and brought her sisters-in-law to stand in front of Wen Qiao and Ge Zhu.
"So many people have already fallen in the tribe, and you are still recruiting young and strong men to the front. I heard that you are going to attack Haizhou Island. The king already has a plan. Why do you still want to sacrifice these two innocent lives? These two people also saved Grandma Aji."
"You, a mere ant, dare to fight against the envoy of God?"
The messenger raised his hand slightly, and the followers behind him rushed into the crowd, came to Wen Qiao and Ge Zhu, and pulled away the people who were protecting them.
Ge Zhu was in a panic. He wondered if he was going to get into trouble again today. He said to Wen Qiao with tears in his eyes, "Sister, what should I do?"
This Captain Wen looked very powerful. Just now, when the kind-hearted woman reminded them to flee, Wen Qiao told him not to run away and that nothing would happen if he stayed here. Ge Zhu regretted it very much at this moment. He should have run away earlier. He was deceived by Captain Wen's strong leadership temperament.
Wen Qiao's face was expressionless. She sent a message to Jiang Lili: [Lili, it's time to start.]
Wen Qiao's eyes were now fixed on the follower's fist that was about to hit Grandma Aji.
The next moment, she clamped the follower's wrist, followed by a crisp sound of bone breaking.
"ah--"
The follower whose wrist was pinched by Wen Qiao screamed: "My hand is broken!"
The people in the tribe were all shocked when they saw Wen Qiao restrain the followers of the Lord of God so easily.
"God never wields the sword against his own people."
Wen Qiao threw away his follower's hand in disgust, walked out from the wall of people formed by Grandma Aji and the chief, and said in a resounding voice: "You are not messengers of God, you are liars, thieves, and robbers."
When the envoy heard Wen Qiao's words, his expression changed drastically: "What qualifications do you have to slander this envoy?"
Wen Qiao shocked the whole audience with one sentence: "Because I am the messenger sent by God!"
After hearing this, Ge Zhu widened his eyes and whispered in Wen Qiao's ear: "...Sister, don't joke with me. We are dying."
Just as Ge Zhu finished saying this, "Boom——"
Thunder rang in everyone's ears, a bolt from the blue!
Wen Qiao remained calm because she had just turned on the speaker, turned up the volume to the maximum, and played the thunder sound that Jiang Lili had recorded and sent to her.
"Thunder, it's thunder, is it going to rain?!"
"Could it be that this girl is the true messenger of God, and what are the people of the northern tribe?"
The messenger was startled by the sudden thunder and almost fell off his horse. Hearing the tribesmen talking about it, he quickly said, "Coincidence, this is a coincidence!"
The messenger of God was unconvinced and said, "You said you are a messenger of God, then you have the ability to make God send rain!"
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