I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

"Uncle should be able to guess the purpose of my coming here."

After these words were spoken, Cowell's expression changed slightly. As an old man who has lived for two hundred years, he can definitely guess Erlan's intention.

He slowly picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

"You should know that we are no longer able to resist."

They were once one of the allied ethnic groups that could challenge foreign races and were respected wherever they went, but now they have fallen to such a timid state.

Do they dare to resist?

Can they resist?

"Don't rush to refuse. If I don't see any hope, I will never come to you, uncle."

Everything has been peaceful for such a long time, why did he suddenly become so ambitious?

Cowell was a little curious about the hope that Erlan mentioned.

Erlan turned his head, looked at Su Tang, and nodded slightly.

Su Tang stood up and raised his hand to greet him. Cowell was still a little confused about what he was going to do.

"Have you heard of the Angel of God?"

These words were like a thunderclap, causing splashes of water several feet high on the lake surface.

Erlan is still young and may not be clear about some things. Moreover, the incident happened suddenly, and his parents passed away without explaining some things clearly, and many secrets were lost.

But Cowell is different. When he first joined the league, although he was young, he had come into contact with many big names and naturally heard some things.

Every once in a while, a goddess will be born, and this is an opportunity.

The opportunity God gave them.

It is also an opportunity for the dirty-blood race to rise. No one knows the specialness of the goddess. All this is God's will.

But they never seemed to grasp it.

Cowell estimated in his heart that it had been six or seven hundred years since the last goddess came to the world?

It was too long ago, and he couldn't really tell.

"Are you a goddess?"

His tone was no longer casual, and his questioning eyes fell on Su Tang.

That kind of scrutiny was not directed at females or younger generations, but pure observation and scrutiny.

Su Tang didn't know what the difference was between the goddess he was talking about and the messenger of God she was talking about, but she just agreed anyway.

"Yes."

Cowell had never seen a real goddess, and didn't know what was special about them, so he asked, "How do you prove it?"

Since Erlan brought Su Tang here, he must have confirmed Su Tang's specialness. However, he had not seen it with his own eyes, and Cowell found it hard to believe in such an existence.

After all, no one knew how much truth and how much falsehood were in the words of the big shots who chatted with him about these things at the time, and none of this was recorded in any book.

When old guys have nothing to do, they like to brag to the younger ones. Isn't that normal?

This is not the first or second time that Cowell has been fooled.

Su Tang had already anticipated his questioning, and asked calmly, "Can I have a drop of your blood?"

Cowell was suspicious, but he still broke his skin, and a drop of blood fell and threw it at her.

From a distance, the drop of blood was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, shooting straight towards her. Su Tang subconsciously raised her arm to block it, with her eyes closed.

But I heard the old man's hearty laughter: "Don't be nervous, it's just some tricks!"

This is the innate ability of their people, the ability to control objects with precision. To refine minerals into various objects, precise control of various details is essential.

Cowell is the best among them. With just one glance, he can tell what refining technique was used in which part of something and how many times it was knocked.

It is easy to find craftsmen, but there is only one like this one among ten thousand.

This not only requires the bonus of talent, but also countless sweat and tempering. Hard work, talent, and experience are all indispensable to becoming such a master craftsman!

A divine craftsman is a craftsman who refines divine weapons, and only a divine craftsman can refine weapons used by the Beast King.

In the entire foreign race and the three main cities, there are only a handful of three people who can be called master craftsmen.

Although he is not the Beast King, he is superior to the Beast King. Each person can live a leisurely life and only needs to complete two weapons every year.

Just because of this, every year the beast kings fight for this opportunity and strive to make themselves familiar to the beasts so that they can notice them and customize for themselves first.

Su Tang opened her eyes, and the drop of blood floated in front of her eyes like a drop of water.

She opened her palm and caught the drop of blood, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

If Cowell really had malicious intentions, Erlan, who was sitting next to Su Tang, would not be able to remain unmoved.

The blood dissolved in Su Tang's palm and then disappeared. The system's prompt sound rang out after a long absence.

[You have lit up: Zerg Atlas]

[Number of existing species: 674]

[Light up the illustration for the first time, and you will get 1000 contribution points]

"The current number of people in the tribe is 674. I wonder if I am right?"

Since Su Tang and Erlan came here together, it is impossible that Erlan did not tell her the relevant racial information. It is obviously not advisable to say their racial names.

Cowell thought carefully. Such accurate information, coupled with the disappearance of blood, was unusual no matter how you looked at it.

If it were a male, it could be explained by innate bloodline, but Su Tang is a female!

She saw that the old man was still staring at her carefully, especially his eyes were always on her chest.

There was no trace of obscenity in his eyes, he was just staring at her chest.

Su Tang was speechless. Could it be that he still suspected that the flesh on her chest was fake?

Erlan also saw Cowell's concerns and interrupted, "She is a genuine female, I know that very well."

Seeing Erlan's confident expression, Cowell knew that he had misjudged the idea. His face turned red and he coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

Good boy, you have got the goddess!

"Ahem, okay, I believe your identity. Tell me what you need us to do this time?"

Cowell's agreement clearly showed that he had decided to form an alliance. Now that the goddess's identity had been revealed, few tribes would refuse.

This is God’s will!

Their previous alliance failed, and this time with the addition of the goddess, no one knows what the outcome will be.

If we don’t work harder, our clan will be wiped out.

Their generation can still barely survive, but what about the next generation and the next generation?

The oppression from foreign races has never stopped. Before, we saw no hope and dared not resist.

Now, let’s fight!

Whether it can be successful or not, just try it first and see!

When our ancestors formed the alliance, even without the goddess, they still managed to hold out for such a long time and greatly undermined the arrogance of foreign races.

By their generation, perhaps they can create unprecedented miracles!

Erlan began to discuss the migration with Cowell. The Far North was indeed a place that was easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the foreign forces were the weakest. As long as they dealt with the Lion Tribe, they could then clear out the remaining small tribes.

They can occupy the Far North and then continue to expand their territory.

Su Tang asked Cowell for another drop of golden ant blood, which increased his contribution points by 1000.

As of now, she still has 3210 contribution points left.