Lord of the Low Version System

Looking at the empty shopping mall, Xi Tong couldn't help but feel a headache.

What kind of goods should I put on the shelves?

What does Tamil need most?

Master, Tamil belongs to an ordinary tribe with less than a thousand people. They are very poor, and most of their members are struggling to get enough food and clothing. Every winter, because of the hunger and cold, the tribe will organize people to go south to invade and plunder. , in order to obtain food and supplies for the winter, and at the same time use war to weed out the old and weak population.”

Xi Tong couldn't help but think of the northern alien races in ancient China, who would go south to beat the autumn wind and grass valleys whenever they didn't have enough to eat and wear warm clothes.

Thinking of the plots in those historical novels, Xi Tong's eyes lit up.

If some food, salt, and tea are put on the shelves in the mall, will Tamil buy them?

The system immediately flattered: Great master, this is an unprecedented idea, a unique strategy, you are so wise.

Xi Tong thought to himself, are you praising me or belittling me? Other system malls sell magic weapons, elixir, fairy pets, and bloodlines. My system mall sells all rice noodles, tea and salt. low.

However, it’s hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, so I’ll be a low-end version of the system god first, and slowly accumulate primitive capital. In the future, the sub-system must be all magic weapons and fairy pets.

The system prompts: A new batch of goods has been added to the system mall, please check with the host.

The system prompts: The skill sacrifice activity is in full swing, and you can get 10 times the reward if you succeed in the sacrifice.

Received these two messages, Tamil jumped up excitedly.

Although he doesn't know what tea is, he knows that grain and salt, especially the latter, are the hard currency on the plateau.

Salt is not produced on the plateau, so it has to be obtained by trading with merchants in the civilized world in the south. People in the civilized world are treacherous. Ten pieces of high-quality cowhide can be exchanged for a salt stone the size of a sheep's head, and it also contains a lot of impurities.

Look at the salt in the system mall, each piece is crystal clear, pure and flawless, and 1 kilogram can be bought with 1 dragon-slaying coin, which is indeed a gift from God.

It just so happened that there were still a few dragon-slaying coins left in the big roulette game, so Tamil bought all the salt.

Praise the Lord Titan, thank the Lord Titan for giving me the god salt.

Wow!

The clansmen gathered around Tamil were all shocked, looking at Yan as if they were looking at a pile of gold.

You may not be able to buy salt if you have gold on the plateau, but you can easily exchange it for gold of equal weight if you have salt. In terms of value, this pile of salt is worth far more than an equal weight of gold.

Tamil took a fist-sized grain of salt and licked it. The salty taste wrinkled his facial features, but he smiled happily.

Throwing the salt block to a prestigious elder in the tribe, the elder also imitated licking it, and then danced with excitement.

Pieces of salt were passed around among the crowd. After a while, everyone tasted the taste, and then all looked at Tamil fanatically.

Tamil immediately announced, The Lord Titan is merciful to our difficult life, so he gave us divine salt to improve our lives. From now on, our furious tribe will no longer need to hunt, and selling salt alone is enough for us to live a good life.

After the people of the other races cheered, Tamil said again: However, we must have a strong force to protect the tribe and protect the wealth. I declare that all adult men will be incorporated into warriors, trained every day, and distributed food according to the treatment of warriors.

The status of warriors is very high, and they can get enough food without hard work. When the members in charge of hunting are not full, the warriors are full of food one by one. For this treatment, the men of the tribe want to become warriors.

It's a pity that the selection of fighters is very strict, and there are only more than 70 fighters in the furious tribe with a population of nearly 1,000. Tamil killed 19 fighters in one go.

And now Tamil raises all grown males to fighters with one word. Those who benefited from his words accounted for two-thirds of the tribe's population.

Xi Tong saw Tamil's series of actions in his eyes, and thought to himself, who said that barbarians can only solve problems with fists if they don't have a mind?

Tamil is definitely an outlier among savages.

Force deterrence, religious brainwashing, wealth temptation, and interest binding, this combination of fists has won the hearts of the people, and the adverse effects of murder and superiority have been completely eliminated.

But Xitong likes Tamil's cleverness very much, so that he can be a two-handed shopkeeper, lying at home every day waiting for the harvest.

On the other side, Tamil was thinking about how to get more dragon slaying coins. Slaying dragons is impossible. His little arms and legs were killed by the forces along the way before he reached the dragon's territory.

Holy water can be exchanged for dragon slaying coins, but the production of holy water is limited, and it will take more than ten days before it is full again.

Looking at the highlighted and bold Sacrifice Activity announcement in the system mall, Tamil pondered for a few seconds before reaching out to call a clansman.

You, pray, sacrifice your 'Bonebreaker Blow' to the Lord God.

If you successfully sacrifice skills, you can get 10 times the dragon-slaying coin reward, which is super profitable.

The savage was confused: what is prayer? How to sacrifice? I won't!

But seeing the blade on his neck, the barbarian could only kneel down obediently, and did as the chief said.

Immediately, Xi Tong heard the system prompt: The barbarian XX made a sacrifice to you. He did not have enough faith, the sacrifice failed, and he will not be able to sacrifice again within 3 days.

Tamil was not discouraged, and called another tribe.

All he was looking for were fighters promoted and trained by the previous chief. These people enjoyed the highest treatment and the best resources in the tribe. In addition to eating big and big waists, they all practiced martial arts and combat skills.

More than 50 people were arrested one by one by Tamil to pray and sacrifice, but all of them failed due to lack of faith, and did not earn a single dragon-slaying coin.

A bunch of guys with shaky beliefs! Tamil yelled, I'll give you three days, if you can't become devout followers of the Titan Lord, you'll all be reduced to slaves.

When more than 50 fighters heard this, they all knelt down in fear and swore to Tamil that they would establish a firm belief.

Tamil watched all this with satisfaction, There is one more thing, hand over to me the practice exercises given to you by the previous chief. This is the common wealth of the tribe and should be shared by all members.

Pointing to the metal house behind him, Tamil said loudly: I will store all the cultivation methods in the Titan Temple bestowed by the Lord God of Titan for all tribe members to choose and practice. No matter men, women, old or young, every tribe All members can practice!

Well, Tamil gave the Red Bull jar a Titanic name.

Hearing this, the soldiers kneeling on the ground were all shocked and angry.

Cultivation methods are the source of power and the guarantee of status. If everyone can read and practice, then there will be no superhuman treatment for them in the future.

However, seeing the chief's hand on the handle of the knife and his malicious expression, all the soldiers shuddered at the same time.

Because they remembered that it was this unremarkable knife that cut off the old chief's great sword in the blink of an eye, then cut open his wolf helmet, and cut off half of his head along the way.

The old chief was the number one warrior of the tribe, but he couldn't stop the new chief's move, and was still decapitated under the protection of 18 loyal guards, not to mention himself.

Looking at the thousands of fanatical gazes around them, these warriors believed that if they dared to say no, they would definitely be torn to pieces and eaten by their clansmen.