Chapter 43: The Power of Faith in the Totems!

In the Black Fox Tribe, the battle had come to a close.

In this battle, the number of Black Fox warriors who died was not high, because most of the Black Fox warriors had lost their will to fight and surrendered.

The disposition of the Black Fox Tribe was simple.

All Black Fox warriors would be taken away and sent to the mines to dig ore.

As for the other women, elders, and children of the Black Fox Tribe who had little combat ability, those willing to believe in the Flame Lord would be allowed to continue living in this forest.

But they would be kept under guard by warriors from other tribes.

However, all members of the chieftain and priestly lineages had been executed.

The Black Fox Tribe had occupied vast tracts of land in the forest, and the remaining people could easily sustain themselves.

These lands had once been fertile ground in the forest, but now other tribes' fox people had completely lost interest in them.

The land in the Sacred Wasteland was far more fertile than the land in this forest.

In a sense, these people were also hostages of the other tribes.

With them present, the Black Fox miners would remain obedient.

"The Great Flame Lord is merciful: if you work hard in the mines and believe in the Flame Lord, when you pray daily and your faith reaches a certain level, the Flame Lord will perceive it and grant you freedom, as well as the right for you and your family to live in the Sacred Wasteland!"

The fox girl Qing Ling had not forgotten to give these Black Fox warriors some hope.

The ringleaders have been executed.

If any Black Fox warrior truly reached a high level of devotion to Lin Yan, granting him freedom would be no problem.

Within the Black Fox Tribe, people from the other tribes were still escorting the Black Fox warriors away.

The fox girl Qing Ling and the girl Meng Ying had come to a shrine deep within the Black Fox Tribe.

The shrine stood on a small square inside the Black Fox Tribe.

Above the shrine were several totems.

"Sister Meng Ying, is this the god the Black Fox Tribe worships?"

Asked the fox girl Qing Ling.

They were the same age, both fifteen, though the girl Meng Ying was a few days older.

"Yes, Holy Maiden."

Meng Ying looked at the several totems.

The fox girl Qing Ling stepped to the side of the shrine, clasped her fingers together, and began to pray to Lin Yan.

Soon, a small flame appeared above her, then drifted up to the shrine.

"Boom!"

Flames erupted in a roaring blaze upon the shrine.

Lin Yan had arrived!

The fox girl Qing Ling and the girl Meng Ying both bowed their heads.

As soon as Lin Yan arrived at the shrine, he noticed something unusual.

Because on the several totems beside the shrine, he detected vast amounts of faith power.

The Black Fox Tribe had its own worshipped deity.

They worshipped a barbarian god whose power leaned toward darkness, and forced other fox clans to believe in it.