During this time, Qingyou has also recovered some physical strength, she broke free from Lilian's support and walked to the bears.

"Warriors of the Thunderclaw Tribe, you have seen everything just now. This is the **** of fire we believe in! A great, wise, and compassionate god!"

Qingyou opened his arms and said loudly.

The bears who were frightened by Lin Mo nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and did not dare to say a word of rebuttal.

"Your patriarch abandoned the glory of your bear human race and tried to use despicable means to harm me. However, the gods have eyes and sent down the gods to punish me. The behavior of the bear human race has angered the great flame god. He will always watch What you did!"

Quietly speaking without anger and danger, the bears couldn't help shaking.

The crackling of the flames is endless, and the bears seem to be able to smell the stench of the charred patriarch's body.

Even though the cat saint in front of her was completely at the end of the war, the fear of the gods made them unable to resist any thoughts at all. The only thing they prayed for was that the gods should not be angry with themselves.

Qingyou stopped talking, closed her eyes, her lips moved slightly, as if communicating with some invisible existence.

As time passed, the bears knelt on the ground and waited anxiously. The burning heat of the flame was also scorching their hearts, making them feel like sitting on pins and needles, and they had no idea how many times they had cursed the **** patriarch.

"Warriors of the Thunderclaw Tribe, I have just communicated with the great flame god. Although the **** is very angry at what the bear people do, he is still willing to give the Thunderclaw tribe a chance because of his kindness. If you are willing to serve the God of Flames, you can make up for your merits and win the forgiveness of the God of Flames. Otherwise, the Gods will continue to punish them!

Qingyou said, gestured to the meteorite that was still burning next to him.

The bears looked at the huge meteorite, and then thought about the corpse of the patriarch underneath, they couldn't help but shudder together, and they all got down immediately, expressing their willingness to believe in the **** of flames.

Lin Mo smiled secretly in her heart. This little Nizi was quite guilty of pretending to be a fool. She didn't even hear her praying to her, but these bear people were stunned for a while.

"This is very good. Since your patriarch has been punished by the gods, you should choose a new speaker as soon as possible to arrange the internal affairs of the tribe."

Qingyou suppressed the joy in his heart, and said calmly on the surface.

As soon as the voice fell, an elderly bearman walked out of the bearman. It seemed that his grade was not small. He respectfully saluted Qingyou.

"Respected saint, the old man is the sacrifice of the bear tribe. As long as the saint doesn't dislike the old man's dullness and stupidity, the old man is willing to lay hands with the saint and help manage the bear tribe."

The bear people are old and have no ambitions.

What's more, having witnessed Qingyou's strength with his own eyes and witnessed the terrifying divine punishment, he even dare not have any other thoughts, and he is not polite to speak.

"It is so natural and good. Since the Thunderclaw tribe is willing to serve the **** of flames together, please give an overview of the tribe. I can pray to the **** of fire and ask him to drop the oracle and guide the development of the tribe."

Nodded quietly and asked softly.