In the old days of sucking bears

"You are the last bronze turtle on the mainland."

who is talking?

The little copper turtle curled up in the dark and narrow space, trying to find the source of the sound.

"You have to protect the Beast God."

Beast God... Who is it?

The little copper turtle wanted to ask, but opened its mouth, but couldn't speak.

"You want to auspiciously auspicious for the mainland, turn away disasters, and protect the people of the Beast God."

Who are the children of the Beast God?

Why bless them?

The little copper tortoise struggled, trying to get out of the small enclosed space, but the bone hurt from the bump.

"Until the next bronze turtle comes into the world."

what about me?

will i die?

"Remember, your name is Tong'er, and you are the last existing copper turtle on the mainland."

Tonger...?

my name……?

The little copper tortoise struggled, bumped its head, scratched with its limbs, and finally, a crack broke out in the dark and narrow space.

Light, splashing in from the crack.

Tong'e's eyes hadn't been fully opened yet, and he "looked" at the light, which was vague and unreal, but he felt alive.

Tong'er struggled to bump into the crack, pushed forward, knocked the crack open little by little, and shattered it.

Finally, the opening was big enough, and Tong'er struggled to get out through the opening using all four limbs. His eyes finally opened, and he saw the world.

It is a piece of green.

There seemed to be other colors, but he couldn't quite identify them.

Tong'e was just born, his limbs were still stiff, he raised his head, and slowly crawled in one direction.

Flowers, dew, streams, stones.

Tong'er got to know these things bit by bit, saw more and more colors, and encountered various natural enemies at the same time.

Violent long-toothed beasts, ferocious gluttonous beasts, the traps of painted-faced spiders, the big paws of slow-moving beasts, and even some small bugs, their sharp mouthparts are enough to kill him.

Tong'er could only carefully avoid these enemies, curled up in his turtle shell, and endured their attacks, scratches and bites.

However, those so-called beast gods who needed his protection did not help him when he was still weak.

The arrogant lion teased him, the cold boa constrictor expelled him, the greedy jackal enslaved him, the arrogant tiger laughed at him, and the indifferent falcon tried to throw him to death.

But Tong's fate is great.

He survived cautiously relying on his hard shell and his predictive ability, but at the same time, he also understood that these so-called people were not worthy of his protection.

Tong'e has been wandering on the mainland for many years, and he is well aware of the superstition of these orcs on the beast gods, and he uses his power of foresight to earn some survival food for those fortune tellers.

After his foresight stabilized and his witchcraft and medical skills made some progress, Tong'er began to infiltrate those small tribes, gradually replacing their original priests and earning a reputation for himself. Slowly, he began to target Those big tribes.

Tong'e successfully attracted the attention of the son of the tiger clan leader at that time, and formed a contract with him to help him become the next clan leader. Tong'e also sat on the throne of the high priest of the tiger tribe.

But that wasn't enough, he wanted more power, more prestige and support.

Tong'er began to seek the status of a partner, and when he was three years old in 170, his partner died of injuries, his ability became very strong, and he finally accumulated enough prestige. In the name of the beast god, he turned the Tiger Tribe into a A new city-state named Beast God Capital.

Tong'er became the high priest of the Beast God Capital, and his son also became the new head of the Tiger Tribe.

Afterwards, the beast gods "protected by the beast gods" attracted more tribes to visit, whether they were powerful and fierce, or thin and weak. Whether they are big or small, they are all the people of the Beast God, and as the envoy of the Beast God, I should give them shelter."

The orcs who came to seek refuge were grateful and delighted, and settled down in the Beast God City with peace of mind, and slowly, they became a subsidiary of the Beast God City.

"What I want is not simply prestige, I want supreme power, supreme status, and I want to be the only master of this continent."

So the high priest used the moonstone to create the light of the beast god, and used the tortoise shell left by his tribe to make the so-called bell sound of the beast god coming to the world.

And all this was done with the help of the Tiger Tribe. The new Tiger Clan Chief, the son of the High Priest, knew clearly the big lie his mother and father had told.

But what does it matter?

The Tiger Tribe also benefited, didn't they?

They are the indispensable right-hand man of the Beast God, and they have become the first tribe respected by all beasts.

Half of the filial piety from all directions went into the hands of the Tiger Tribe and the High Priest, and even the Rhinoceros Tribe was kept in the dark, and the bulls were complacent and arrogant with just the leftovers.

"The jackal does have some brains, but it's too greedy and aggressive, broke my secret, and wanted to open up to me, it's really beyond my control." The high priest smiled slightly.

"The jackal tribe stole the offerings, lied about the number, and had a heart of deceit and blasphemy towards the beast god. The beast god was sad, but he kept his old feelings in mind and refused to be strangled. He ordered me to expel the jackal tribe from the beast god capital immediately."

The jackal tribe became the target of public criticism, and their arms couldn't twist their thighs, so they fled immediately. Because of their lazy nature, the jackals, one of the four major tribes, became a vicious tribe, while the rule of the high priest became more consolidated.

Just when the high priest thought everything was going well, Shen Shuliu appeared.

The high priest admired the young man and extended an invitation to him, but was rejected. The high priest had been in a high position for many years, and those flattery had already inflated his ambition.

The high priest smiled slightly at the early escape of the Heilang tribe, but didn't take it seriously.

The high priest was almost certain that this young man would definitely come back to him. He offered such a favorable condition, such a noble status, and even put the Tiger Tribe under him. How could he refuse?

However, the young man did not come to the second Beast God Conference.The high priest used his foreknowledge to make a divination, oh, drought.

The high priest was even sure of Shen Shuliu's return, but he didn't expect that this silver wolf would cause him such a big trouble, almost ruining his century-old foundation!

The high priest was not reconciled, and cast a witch spell at the cost of his life. He wanted Shen Shuliu to fall into eternal darkness and die in lonely despair.

However, the witch curse had a backlash!

The high priest protruded a mouthful of black blood, and his face was pale: "Blessed by the beast god, he has the blessing of the beast god!"

At this time, Tiger Tribe's hesitant withdrawal made him even more angry, "You are my cub, I gave birth to it through hard work, and you want to defy me?"

The head of the tiger clan stared at him: "Your ability to predict is so strong, knowing the end of the beast gods, I can't bring the tribe to accompany you to death."

The high priest's eyes were heavy: "As long as that silver wolf dies—"

"Everything will go back to the way it was."

But the assassination failed, and the Rhinoceros Tribe failed several times and came back, and the old guy, the Chief of the Rhinoceros, took the opportunity to make an inch, leaving half of the offerings aside, and wanted to be king among the beast gods.

How could the Beast God City built by the High Priest be given to the Rhino Tribe for nothing?

Afterwards, the rapid decline of the Beast God Capital could not be done without the secret assistance of the High Priest.

The beast gods were completely finished, and the high priest fled to the new city-state of the Tiger Tribe with the two small tribes who were most loyal to him.

"Is it my child, or it's towards me." The high priest smiled slightly, but the tiger patriarch said in a deep voice, "I can support you, but you can't meddle in my tribe's affairs."

"What do you mean?" The high priest's smile froze on his face.

"meaning is--"

"Tong'er, here, you are just a priest."