Original God: Coconut sheep breeder, Ganyu was raised by me

Seeing Zhuoyang taking the mask, all the Hilichurls prostrated themselves with a very pious attitude.

After the Qiuqiu Shaman finished his salute, he immediately pointed at the mask and then at Zhuoyang's face.

Zhuoyang was helpless. Such a dirty mask must not have any bacteria. He would definitely get a rash if he wore it!

Although I thought so, I couldn't refuse the kindness of the Qiuqiu people.

In fact, I really don’t want to be the King of the Hills, but I have no choice but to wear masks as the Hills people do.

After thinking about it, Zhuoyang put on the mask. How should I put it? It felt much uglier than the silver-white mask he had worn before.

However, suddenly, I felt a huge force surging out from the mask, which seemed to be faintly mixed with black magic.

"what……"

Suddenly, a huge amount of power was poured in, causing Zhuoyang to scream miserably.

"It's over. I've been tricked by these hillbillies. My life is over!"

As Zhuoyang finished speaking, an old voice came to his ears.

"Your Majesty, we are your most loyal subordinates and will never betray you!"

Zhuoyang was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes, and his vision changed from darkness to light.

He watched the Hilichul Shaman's mouth opening and closing, as if that was his voice. Could he understand the Hilichul language?

"Hey, why is my vision so wide? Could it be that wearing a mask can make me taller?" Zhuoyang looked at his body with some confusion, wanting to see if he looked taller.

"Ah..." Zhuoyang screamed loudly, but the sound that came out was a roar full of energy.

"Your Majesty, don't panic. Just take off the mask and you will be back to normal!" The old voice of the Qiuqiu Shaman came again and explained to Zhuoyang.

Zhuoyang heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. He saw that he had turned into a huge rock king, so he was so panicked.

"Then tell me about the situation of the tribe and the threats it is facing now!" Zhuoyang asked in a deep voice after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, Your Majesty, we now have 500 people in our tribe..." Qiuqiu Shaman nodded and immediately gave Zhuoyang a detailed introduction to the situation here.

"The demon god? How powerful is he?" Zhuoyang asked with a frown.

"Very powerful. It can blow away the gust of wind I created with just one breath!" The Hillichu Shaman nodded and said solemnly.

"Wow...you are so arrogant?" Zhuoyang said with a smile.

However, upon hearing this, the Qiuqiu Shaman immediately looked at Zhuoyang strangely.

"Ahem, just a joke!" Zhuoyang coughed twice awkwardly, thinking to himself that I was quite arrogant.

"Well, do you recognize me as the king just because of the meal I cooked?" Zhuoyang thought for a moment and asked curiously.

"The king has given us a new life. Providing such delicious food can improve our physical strength!" Upon hearing this, Qiuqiu Shaman immediately explained excitedly.

Zhuoyang nodded, it is good to be strong so that one can chop trees faster.

"Boom boom boom..." Suddenly, a burst of exciting drum sounds was heard, and the Qiuqiu Shaman's expression immediately changed.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, protect the king!" The Hillock Shaman shouted immediately, and all the Hillock people who were playing and fighting immediately picked up sticks and shields.

What was particularly interesting was that a Qiuqiu man standing next to the Zhuoyang stove grabbed a wooden stick from the stove.

At the other end of the stick, there was a raging fire!

The hillbilly was startled and was about to throw it away when he was stopped by Zhuoyang.

Zhuo Yang looked at him and said with a smile: "The stick is attached to fire, and the attack power is doubled. I am optimistic about you, young man!"

Upon hearing this, the Hillilchur man immediately rushed forward as if he had been injected with chicken blood, waving the flaming stick frantically.

"Let's go and take a look!" Zhuoyang said, looking at the Hilliard Shaman.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Qiuqiu Shaman nodded and prepared to take a fire stick.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yang quickly said, "You don't need it. Why would a mage like you use a melee weapon?"

After hearing this, Qiuqiu Shaman gave up.

……

"You bunch of filthy things, quickly evacuate this God's territory. Otherwise, you will become fuel!"

At the entrance of the Hillicrucian camp, a monster with a huge rat head and a human body yelled curses at the Hillicrucian camp.

Behind him, there was a group of rats, each of them grimacing and ready for a fight.

"This is my territory. Are you here to die?" Zhuoyang looked at the disgusting monster and immediately asked in a cold voice.

"What are you barking about? I don't understand. It's just that it's a little bigger. Is that what you rely on?"

The monster with a rat head and a human body sneered and shot a hard hair on its forehead towards Zhuoyang.

Upon seeing this, Qiuqiu Shaman immediately knocked his wooden stick to the ground.

Suddenly, a powerful dragon tornado was formed, blocking Zhuoyang and flying towards the opposing monster leader.

However, as soon as the wind tornado touched the monster's hair, it immediately dissipated, leaving only the wind blowing in all directions.

Zhuoyang looked at the hair that was about to attack his forehead, and immediately raised his hand slightly, and a rock pillar suddenly blocked his way.

The hair hit the rock pillar and lost its power, floating softly to the ground.

Since he couldn't convince himself by talking, Zhuoyang didn't hold back and just rushed forward with his fists clenched.

While Zhuoyang was fighting with the monster with a rat head and a human body, the rats behind the monster also launched an attack on the Hilichurl camp.

Seeing this, the Hillichels also lined up to fight.

The Hillicre Shaman summons some tornadoes from time to time to help the Hillicre people relieve stress.

The Hilliard holding the fire stick also moved forward bravely, waving the fire stick continuously.

As soon as the flame on the stick touched the mouse's hair, it instantly ignited the mouse's entire body, and even had a tendency to spread to other mice.

In this way, the Fire Stick Hillbilly made great contributions and directly allowed the Hillbilly people to gain the upper hand.

……

Looking at Zhuoyang, he seemed to have gradually adapted to the body of the Hillock Rock King, and his attacks became more flexible and varied.

"Rise!" Zhuoyang waved his hand towards the monster, and a rock spike appeared on the ground, growing rapidly upwards.

"Puff..." With a crisp sound, the monster jumped up and the blood on its body kept flowing down its thighs to the ground.

"Squeak..." The rat monster let out a scream and covered his butt with his hands. It was so miserable.

Zhuoyang's mouth corners slightly raised, who can stop the sudden Thousand Years of Killing?

Just as Zhuoyang was about to take advantage of the victory, the rat monster threw a large number of hairs at Zhuoyang.

Zhuoyang was not careless either, and directly created a layer of rock armor on his body.

"Kakaka..."

The sound of rocking continued to be heard, and the rock armor on Zhuoyang's body kept shedding fragments, but would soon be covered by new rocks again.

Seeing that the rat monster was almost bald, but was still shaking its hair, Zhuo Yang couldn't help but sigh:

"You're really dedicated, but it's a pity that this is where it ends!" Zhuoyang shook his head, and a rock pillar slowly rose from the ground, instantly binding the rat monster's legs.