“The sea blockade of the southern islands was the decision of the previous East Sea Clan Chief. Old Clan Chief Hai Bit and Prophet Hai Chengyao worked out the entire plan together.”
Hai Mira carefully explained, “I’m not being soph*moric, but that’s just how it was. I was still very small at that time ……”
Lu Yao recalled the woman with the taste of blood in her mouth.
Hai Cheng Yao, the Yu Yao who was smuggled into the real world.
According to Hai Mira.
The old patriarch and the prophet agreed that Mingyue Island was too close to the East Sea Clan, and the Mingyue Tribe on the island was a staunch believer in heresy, so they must not be allowed to have the opportunity to grow further.
So the maritime blockade plan was executed with great determination.
In front of the Garlic Tribe’s paddle sailing boat, the East Sea Clan’s canoe is a toy.
But everything was afraid of comparison.
In the eyes of the Bright Moon Tribe, the East Sea Clan’s shipbuilding skills were simply a sign of advanced civilisation.
The Bright Moon Tribe can’t even build a canoe. Sea monsters and eyeing in the water, so that the small people of the Mingyue Tribe simply do not dare to go into the water, was locked up on the island.
The Bright God had also lashed out, using lightning and hurricanes to deter the boats and sea monsters of the East Sea Clan.
But the East Sea Clan was not afraid. Even if their ships were destroyed, they would continue to enforce the sea blockade. The East Sea Clan continued to use human lives to consume the miracles, leaving the Ming Gods powerless as well.
While the sea attack and defence war was going on, the island’s environment was further deteriorating.
The number of [Barnyard Grass Monsters] was increasing, and they were rapidly destroying the crops of the Ming Lunar Tribe. The berry bushes on the island were also being uprooted by them, and nature’s food was decreasing rapidly.
Soon the God of Brightness had no time to worry about anything else, and He used all of His energy to deal with these small monsters that couldn’t be killed.
Lightning and earthquakes constantly pounded on the island, making even the Eastern Sea Clan at sea tremble in fear.
This didn’t last long though.
Eventually, Bright Moon Island fell silent.
The original island with dense vegetation and a suitable climate turned into a tawny, dead land.
Occasionally, some rats could be seen on the seashore, gnawing on the wood and bones washed up by the sea. When the rats are hungry, they also eat each other.
As food is scarce on the island, these crazy rats start heading towards the ocean. They couldn’t swim very far, but they learnt to catch fish in the sea.
Only the island could no longer see any trace of human beings, and there were no more miracles from the gods.
The Donghai clan understood that the Mingyue tribe had probably died.
The bright gods had also abandoned the place.
With no potential enemies or heretics to worry about, the East Sea Clan no longer came here. Many years had passed between then and now.
Lu Yao listened with a few sighs.
Luck was also an important part of any game. Most people’s luck won’t be too good, but it won’t be too bad either, and this player Ming Shen can only say that his luck isn’t …… very good.
Having learnt that Mingyue Island was abandoned and devoid of population, Lu Yao also lost his desire to explore further.
He suddenly had an idea.
Since ghosts could provide faith, then similarly, monsters should also work, right?
These [Crazy Lemmings] were huge in number, wouldn’t it be great if they could be turned into their own believers and utilise the strongest fertility talent of the rodent species?
“My lord, that can’t be done.”
Isabelle replied, “Only beings with self-awareness can give birth to the power of faith, the more numerous the group, such as insects, the simpler and more lacking in ego they are.”
“Only a portion of monsters can also produce faith, not all of them.”
Lu Yao felt a pang of regret.
This was the balance mechanism of nature’s designer.
The more complex the life with complex functions, the harder it was to grow and reproduce. The simpler the structure of the creature, the easier it was to survive in various harsh environments.
……
At eleven o’clock in the evening, Lu Yao washed up and lay down on his bed, switching off the light.
Sleep came extraordinarily early today.
He slept in a daze and was woken up by a sparse sound.
The sound was not unfamiliar to him, it was rats walking around on the windowsill outside.
Human islands were overrun by rats in the simulator, and rats never conceded to humans in the real world. Anyway, if you dare to catch it, it dares to die, highlighting a bold and numerous.
Lu Yao was woken up, got up to pee and came back, and habitually glanced at the computer screen.
Just because he took one more look, he was immediately refreshed.
[The Garlic Tribe has offered a sacrifice.]
Lu Yao immediately clicked on the shrine.
The item in the [Offering] slot looked like a stone bowl with a stone spoon held within it.
He moved his mouse over the offering.
……
[Broken Magic Potion Crucible] : Faith +1/hour, capable of making unstable magic potions.
Use the fire of faith to heat it, add a spoonful of sand, a spoonful of blood, a spoonful of salt, and a spoonful of rotting corpses to make a magic potion. Good luck.
……
A prop for refining magic potions?
This unexpected joy made Lu Yao sleepy.
Sleep?
Sleep, my arse!
How old am I? Can I sleep at this age?
Lu Yao sat down in front of his computer, drank a bottle of Red Bull, and started to let Isabelle prepare the ingredients for the magic potion.
According to the description underneath the prop, the recipe was already clear: sand + blood + salt + carrion, then ignite it with the Flame of Faith.
The materials were easy to gather, with the Garlic Tribe around, these materials were not a problem at all.
The little people were busy, filling the crucible with several ingredients.
Lu Yao clicked on the crucible, and a [Refine Magic Pill (10 Faith)] sign surfaced next to it.
In other words, heating the crucible once required 10 points of Faith to be consumed.
This was not a problem.
Lu Yao currently had a small amount of savings.
He clicked on Refine, and a large standing image of the [Broken Magic Pill Crucible] instantly surfaced on the screen. In the blazing flames, the greenish-grey crucible trembled slightly in the heat, and white gas slowly emerged from the crucible.
Soon, the crucible stopped trembling and the flames went out.
The word [Failure] surfaced on the crucible.
After Lu Yao tried seventeen times in a row, [Failure] was finally replaced by [Obtain Magic Pill].
He rubbed his hands together and clicked Acquire.
A pill that looked like black charcoal appeared on the screen.
……
[Insanity Pill of Unknown Reason]: will become insane after taking it.
……
Other than a description, nothing else was displayed.
The smile on Lu Yao’s face faded.
There was neither data panel gain nor detailed medicinal effects.
Who would dare to use this kind of three-less product?
It’s not as good as gold dice.
It’s not as good as human gold dice.
Although the golden dice is a cheat, but at least it is written that there is a chance to win, although not much, more or less to give some thought.
At this time, Lu Yao just suddenly thought of a problem: [offerings] in the end from where to get?
He asked Isabelle to ask. Only then did he realise that the original crucible was dug out by the Garlic Tribe on Bright Moon Island.
Wizard Samson saw the appraisal and felt that it was an unusual magical item. So he sent it into the temple and offered it as a sacrifice to the gods.
Lu Yao discovered that the Garlic Tribe had not abandoned the deserted Mingyue Island. The Fishery Company forcefully went to the island himself in a paddle sailing boat and led his fellow tribesmen to explore the island together.
To this end, Fishing Company found a way to deal with the crazy lemmings by using cured meat coated with a lot of salt and throwing it into the rats.
The mad rats swarmed to grab and devour the salted meat. After ingesting a large amount of salt, the rats become extremely uncomfortable and even lose their rat hair.
One by one, the rats all dug into the puddles on the island, licking the water frantically, and had no time to care about the people who had boarded the island.
The tribal villain who went to the island also coated his body surface with salt, and wherever he went, the salt was scattered, which could to a certain extent curb the attacking and gnawing of the crazy lemmings.
In this way, Bright Moon Island was explored bit by bit.
In the middle of the island, there were some unidentified relics and stone monuments, and because they couldn’t understand the Bright Moon Tribe’s writing, the Garlic Tribe couldn’t read the traces on them either. Coupled with the fear of the huge number of rats, their exploration of the entire island was relatively slow.
After Lu Yao understood the situation, he immediately sent Isabelle to board the island.
There had been people from the Mingyue Tribe on the island, and there were mostly their dead souls here.
To figure out what had happened, asking the people involved was naturally the best.
As Isabelle used the [Yayoi Prayer], a wisp of black smoke emerged from the island and coalesced into a round black ball.
Isabelle communicated with it for a long time before turning around and kneeling on one knee to Lu Yao, “My lord, the Ming Moon Tribe perished many years ago.”
“The Ming God has also fallen.”
