All Gods: Starting with Two Families

Chapter 9 The Fierce PredatorZhou Zheng quickly donned a dusty gray cloak, pulling down the wide hood to completely conceal his snakeman features and the feathered serpent totem on his forehead, leaving behind only a blurred silhouette in the shadows.

He blended into the gods beginning to circulate, moving like a silent ghost.

The true nature of the so-called ”trade fair” was actually exposed even more nakedly under the cover of the cloaks.

The auras of those cloaked figures still carried the characteristic arrogance and oppressiveness of Hunting Gods.

Like predators patrolling their territory, they silently surged toward the areas on the edge of the forest where the auras were relatively mild and cowering.

There were no words, only the transmission of cold Divine Thought, lashing out like invisible whips:

”Five hundred units of refined jerky in exchange for twenty of your strong Minotaur laborers!”

”One hundred baskets of top-grade berries! Exchange? Hmph, I’ll give you fifty Hyena Warriors! That’s enough to protect your pathetic Divine Realm through the next disaster!”

”Water Source Crystals? Hand them all over! I’ll trade thirty elite Wolf Cavalry for them! Don’t be ungrateful!”

Most of the Farming Gods remained silent. Suppressed trembling could be felt beneath their cloaks.

They needed power; they needed warriors capable of resisting disasters.

However, the follower units ”sold” by the Hunting Gods were mostly the unruly and uncontrollable troublemakers of their tribes, or even the old, weak, and disabled intentionally foisted upon them.

After these fellows entered the Farming Divine Realms, not only was it difficult to convert their faith, but they acted like entitled masters, consuming precious resources and even inciting internal conflicts.

How was this a trade? It was clearly the Hunting Gods using ”trash” to forcibly seize the lifeblood of the Farming Gods!

But to survive, to get through the next disaster that might descend, they could only swallow their resentment, tremblingly handing over the food, herbs, and Water Source Crystals they had painstakingly accumulated in exchange for a group of uncontrollable ”ancestors.”

Zhou Zheng watched this silent plunder with cold eyes, his expression beneath the cloak showing no ripples. This was the Law of survival within the Orc God System—cold and cruel.

He walked to a relatively empty clearing in the woods, far from the main ”trading area,” and moved his Divine Thought slightly.

A small pinch of golden dust, shimmering with a faint golden light and emitting a strange, vibrant fragrance, floated above his palm in the shadow of his cloak.

At the same time, a clear message of Divine Thought was transmitted out:

[Rare Spice: A tiny amount can significantly enhance the Mental Energy activity of followers and strengthen their spellcasting talent potential. Seeking food, herbs, water-type resources, or reasonable Faith Points. Refusing trades involving followers.]

This information was like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pond; at first, it only drew the sidelong glances of a few cloaked shadows, filled with doubt and scrutiny.

Enhancing Mental Energy? Strengthening spellcasting talent? For the orc followers who generally lacked spellcasting power, these attributes were too precious and too unfamiliar.

Soon, a burly figure under a cloak approached. His thick fingers emerged from a gap in the cloak, carefully pinching an extremely tiny grain of dust and bringing it close to the shadow under his hood for a deep sniff.

”Hiss—!”

A clear gasp of extreme shock came from beneath the cloak!

That burly figure jolted violently as if struck by an invisible electric current! He transmitted back his Divine Thought almost instantly: ”Water Source Crystals! I have them! Trade! How many are you willing to give for them?!”

This intense reaction acted like a signal, and the other cloaked shadows were instantly drawn over!

”Enhancing spellcasting talent?! I want it! I’ll trade ten baskets of storable medicinal herb roots for one portion!”

”Faith Points! Three thousand points! For everything in your hand!”