Chapter 11: Fanatics who need God to feed

　　 Looking at all the selection ceremonies, this should be regarded as the most tragic one.
　　 The primitive people grinned, but no one flinched.
As their god, Wang Yan observed silently and did not interfere. To be honest, he also wanted to know how many people who are not afraid of fire will be selected at the end of the ceremony. At least it seems that there are not a few who are not afraid of fire. Many people are not afraid of death.
The emergence of the budding 　　-like magical civilization made Wang Yan's plan for the planetary civilization deviate, and he was a bit confused about the future development direction.
　　 Even if there is no strategy, even the basic template has been changed. The game experience is so bad, it is simply bullying the novice god!
　　 Wang Yan sighed lightly, surely we can't copy the earth's civilization development model, it is not compatible!
　　 About an hour later, everyone in the tribe passed the flame test.
　　 More than 400 people, only 18 people passed the test.
　　 Patriarch Caesar, Wu Zhugou left, and hunting captain Hou Yi all passed the test unexpectedly. The remaining 15 who passed the test were mostly eight to twenty-year-old teenagers, eight boys and seven girls.
　　The pass rate is less than 4%.
　　 The probability is extremely low, but the price is high.
　　Because, except for the eighteen guys who passed the flame resistance test, all the others had burns to varying degrees on their left hands.
　　A bunch of desperate guys!
　　 Wang Yan can imagine that in their harsh living environment, if the burns are not treated in time to cause infection, it will definitely cause serious consequences. By then, half of the people in this tribe will be considered good!
　　Life has been so difficult, is it worth it to still mutilate yourself?
At this time, the people in the tribe were celebrating around the 18 people selected. The status of those who passed the test was significantly improved. They changed into clothes made of rice bags and became the envy of everyone, and they were surrounded by the rest. In the middle, worship.
　　 In addition to the tribal leaders such as Wu Zhu, the patriarch, fifteen teenagers wearing rice bags accepted the worship of everyone. They raised their heads and smiled with pride and contentment on their faces.
　　The law of the jungle, the strong is respected.
　　 Once burned by the fire, there is a chance to change their destiny. This is probably the reason why the primitive people would participate in the test at the expense of self-harm.
　　……
　　 Wang Yan appeared in the tribe.
　　 Wang Yan suddenly appeared to make the celebration ceremony reach its peak in an instant, and the cheers were deafening.
　　 Before he could speak, the excited patriarch Caesar had led everyone in the tribe to crawl to the ground, performing the tribe's highest etiquette of five-body throwing.
　　 In the patriarch’s cognition, the tribal guardian who possessed the power of flames had just been selected, and the who had disappeared for many days appeared. What does this mean?
　　 means that the chosen person is God’s will! They are the chosen ones!
　　 The others think so too.
　　 Especially the fifteen teenagers who were selected, the eyes of Wang Yan were full of heat.
　　 A wonderful misunderstanding was born.
　　 Wang Yan's invisible help has made the status of the selected eighteen people invisibly elevated.
　　……
　　 The same haircut as a dog, the leader wearing a rice bag, and the group who uniformly burned their left hand...
　　 Are you looking like this? Do you still have a face to celebrate?
　　Who gave you the courage?
　　 Looking at a large number of weird guys in front of him, then looking back at the very abstract portrait on the wall behind him, Wang Yan's forehead bounced with blue veins.
　　 A group of such guys are his people!
　　 What a shame!
　　 "Caesar, come and explain?" Wang Yan asked with a black face.
"Great God of Light, thank you for giving us the flame. This is the flame warrior we selected." Patriarch Caesar said with pride and impassion, "The flame warriors will always be loyal to you. They are not afraid of flames and will lead Our tribe is heading for glory and sprinkling the glory of God to every corner of the earth."
　　 This is a speech filled with the second attribute that the spiritual resonance received the simultaneous translation of the patriarch.
　　Crazy believer?
　　 Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, his heart was mixed with mixed feelings, and he was a little inexplicably moved. Is this the feeling of being a god?
　　 took a breath, Wang Yan asked curiously, "What are your specific abilities?"
　　 Patriarch replied: "Control the flames."
　　 He turned his head and greeted the little girl who was in the flame before, "Jia Junpeng, you show your ability to the great God of Light." He still didn't forget to explain to Wang Yan, "Jia Junpeng is the one with the highest flame affinity among all of us."
　　Jia Junpeng!
　　 This little girl is called Jia Junpeng, is it his name?
　　 Wang Yan opened his mouth, he actually gave such a delicate little girl a name called Jia Junpeng, God, what sin he did last night!
　　 "Yes, Patriarch Caesar!" The little girl named Jia Junpeng responded sharply, stood out from the queue, bowed to Wang Yan and saluted, "I have seen the great God of Light!"
When 　　 bent over, Wang Yan saw her jagged hair and couldn't help but glared at Patriarch Caesar before saying, "Start your performance."
　　 "Yes!" Jia Junpeng replied, stood up straight, and stretched out his hand at the burning campfire. A long fire dragon flew out of the campfire, circling and dancing over the palm of her hand, magnificent.
　　 Wang Yan's eyes widened, looking at the flying dragon, his small heart beating fast, what a powerful visual effect!
　　 "Go!" The little girl scolded softly, and with a flick, the fire dragon flew out of her hand and hit the bushes nearby.
　　 Sparks are everywhere!
　　 Boom!
　　 The bushes burned instantly, and within a short while, a cloud of ashes appeared on the ground.
　　 Wang Yan was dumbfounded.
　　 The bushes are turquoise. Normally, wet bushes shouldn’t burn so fast, it’s good to be able to light them!
　　 However, Jia Junpeng's fire dragon turned such a large bush into ashes in just over ten seconds, so the fire dragon she cast was at least over a thousand degrees!
　　 The flames of magical civilization really cannot be treated with common sense!
　　 So majestic, so domineering!
　　 But, why do the natives on the planet use such tactics, but he, the upright master of the planet, does not?
　　 When he hit people, he still used a swing stick very low!
　　 Wang Yan smacked his lips, feeling sour.
The little girl was panting heavily, sweating profusely, and was obviously exhausted to the extreme, but she still smiled at Wang Yan: "The great God of Light, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, this is the best I can grasp. The flame of mighty power is gone, and after using it up, I will have no strength."
　　 "Yeah!" With his sense of loss reduced, Wang Yan kept his calmness. He touched Jia Junpeng's somewhat prickly head and gave her a smile to encourage her, "It's pretty good, go back and rest!"
　　 was touched by the great god, the little girl Jia Junpeng flushed with excitement, nodded to Wang Yan, and returned to the queue.
　　 "Where are the rest?" Wang Yan looked at the patriarch and asked, "Caesar, you just said that Jia Junpeng...cough! Jia Junpeng has the highest affinity for flames, to what extent are the remaining people?"
　　 The clan elder blushed, and said embarrassingly: "Back to Guangming God, all the remaining people can only do not fear the flame at present!"
　　Wang Yan choked and asked in surprise: "That is to say, you bothered to choose such a few people, and you have tossed the tribe, and you can't even get a fireball?"
　　 The patriarch lowered his head in shame: "We will work hard."
　　 Wang Yan was amused, pointing to a large group of grinning burn patients below, and asked: "Okay! Good! Yes, you will work hard! Then tell me, how are you going to eat next?"
　　 Patriarch Caesar glanced at Wang Yan sullily, then smiled dryly: "We still need the help of the God of Light. We have eaten the food you brought last time..."
　　 "..." Wang Yan's brain was swollen, his eyes staring speechlessly, so, a bunch of shameless people, he was still abused!
　　 God! With so many primitive people on the planet, how could he be blind in the first place and chose such a group of dumb guys!
　　 Glancing at the patriarch, Wang Yan wondered whether he should change a group of people to develop civilization. Eggs cannot be put in a basket, and people cannot be hanged on a tree.