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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 2: Waking Up and Becoming a Prophet

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    Tomad Ann was woken up by a foul smell.  The smell was very indescribable. It seemed to be mixed with the smell of rotting corpses, soaked hay, and feces and urine. Tomad couldn't help but retching several times, and his chest was filled with nausea.  There was darkness in front of him, and the first thought that crossed Tomad's mind was that he had been captured by the orcs, and was now being held in a dungeon or other similar building.  This was a very bad outcome, although it was much better than death, but then he gave up the idea.  Because whether it was a legend or what he saw with his own eyes, Tomad did not believe that the barbarian orcs could treat the prisoner so well and treated his wounds quite well.  Although there was pain everywhere in his body, Tomad still managed to raise his head and looked at himself from top to bottom.  Obviously, the unknown big explosion had caused serious damage to his body. Tomad saw that he was completely wrapped in some unknown leaves from the neck down, and his right leg was covered with a simple knife from the knee to the ankle.  branch splints.  He used stiff fingers to uncover one of the leaves, then put it under his nose and smelled it. The inside of the leaf was covered with some kind of pungent ointment, but after careful aftertaste, there was a cool smell, which was obviously used to heal wounds.  , rather than punishing prisoners.  This action almost exhausted Tomad¡¯s energy. When he fell back on the bed made of hay, he couldn¡¯t help but take two rapid breaths, and then he choked and coughed due to the stench in the air.  The stench was so strong you could chew it, and it penetrated Tomad's nostrils and penetrated deep into his lungs.  A life-saving breath of fresh air accompanied the gray morning light into the darkness, and then someone walked in quickly and sat down beside Tomad's bed.  "You finally woke up." The man said in a language with a strange accent. Tomad could only understand a small part of it at most, and the rest needed to be guessed.  "You have been in a coma for three full days. The elders of the tribe said that if you are still unable to wake up today, it means that your soul has entered the quiet kingdom of the Lord of the Black Moon." Tomad coughed, and he discovered  I felt very dizzy, and my throat seemed to be burning with fire. It took a lot of energy to speak every word.  "Who are you? Where is?" "I am the son of Thor of the Manya Tribe. Because I have not performed the bone-burning ceremony, I don't have my own name yet." The man said and tried it with the back of his hand.  Tomad's forehead seemed a bit rough to the touch, not like the back of a human hand, but like the leather of some kind of animal.  "Master Shaman, you no longer have a fever, which is good, but your body is still very weak and you must have a good rest." Although Tomad felt the swelling and pain in his forehead, he still did not miss the man's affection for him.  The honorific title, "Master Shaman?" He repeated it with some confusion, then woke up, swallowed the question that had reached his lips, and replaced it with another question, "How do you know my identity?" "  It was Elder Gang Yan who saw it. Elder Gang Yan of our Manya tribe has lived for twenty twenty twenty and five years, and his wisdom and prestige are famous far and wide." Sol's son replied proudly.  , "But I was the first to find you. At that time, you were unconscious on a rocky Gobi desert. You were covered with bruises, black marks all around you, and stone debris that was burned to the size of your finger. Elder Gang Yan said that  It's the trace of the backlash after the shaman's secret technique failed, and it was said that you should be the apprentice of a powerful shaman who just started training." Tomad managed to contain the surprise in his heart without showing any trace of it on his face.  "Quenya Goddess of Silver Moon bless you, child." He replied with a barbarian orc prayer he had seen. "Help the servants of the goddess and even the highest pious behavior will be blessed by the goddess and blessed."  The son of Thor's body shook. Due to the backlight, Tomad could not see the expression on his face, but he could detect the excitement of this young barbarian from his rapid breathing.  "Really? Master Shaman, is this an act of piety enough?" His eagerness was revealed in his tone without concealment, "Then will the goddess Quenya give the Manya Tribe a shaman?  What? The Manya tribe has not had a shaman for many years. " "Son of Thor, Quiet." An old and deep voice came from outside, and then footsteps came from a thin, white-haired old man.  The barbarian orc walked towards the bed where Tomad was lying, and glanced at the Son of Thor with a warning look. The latter immediately closed his mouth tightly, like two frightened clam shells.  "Master Shaman, please rest peacefully and don't let this brat's nonsense disturb your wise thinking." The old barbarian orc spoke very slowly, but his accent was more similar to common language, which made Tomad listen very carefully.  Comfortable.  "Serving the servants of the March God is the obligation and responsibility of every believer.??No need to receive anything in return other than gratitude.  What's more, the Son of Thor was able to discover you because of the guidance of the Silver Moon Goddess Quenya and the Red Moon Goddess Marfa. And you were able to wake up from the coma because Sonata, the Lord of the Black Moon, did not allow you to step into his.  The land of silence.  " Tomad carefully hid his embarrassment. Regarding the three moon gods that the barbarian orcs believed in, what he knew was probably limited to the names of the gods and some fragments of prayers. Facing the pious and serene gaze of the old barbarian orc,  He really felt a little uncomfortable, but he knew very well that he could never reveal his identity, not just now when he was seriously injured, but not even after his body recovered.  After all, the orcs are their saviors, and there must be no conflict due to the exposure of their identity. ¡°All noble behaviors should be appropriately rewarded. This is the supreme rule of the Red Moon Goddess Mafa.  "Tomad tried his best to make his tone as solemn as possible. There does seem to be such a sentence in the teachings of the Red Moon Goddess, but it is not clear whether it is the supreme rule. "You are the elder Gang Yan of the Manya tribe, right?  I'm sorry, that accident caused you a lot of trouble, right?  " "What exactly was that accident? Of course Tomad didn't know, but from the narrative of the Son of Saul, he had already inferred that this place should be far away from the White Hill Camp. At least the Barbarian Fang tribe had no idea about the battle that took place on the edge of the desert.  Unaware. Just as Tomad imagined, the old barbarian orc shook his head and replied in a gentle tone, "Not at all, Lord Shaman. It was a complete accident that the Son of Thor found you. According to my estimation, you used Shaman.  When it comes to secret techniques, the area you choose isn¡¯t around here, right?  " Tomad pretended to be reminiscing. After waiting for a few seconds, he nodded slightly. "I must admit that this place feels quite strange to me, and I have never heard of Man Ya.  The name of the tribe.  " "The Manya tribe has not had a shaman for many years.  "The son of Thor couldn't help but said in a sad voice, "So the past of the Barbarian Fang tribe has been forgotten in the shadows, and the reputation of the Barbarian Fang tribe only echoes in our hearts" "Do you need me to repeat it again?  Elder Gang Yan frowned, with obvious dissatisfaction on his face like mottled tree bark, "Son of Thor, be quiet, or I will kick you out and deprive you of the right to serve the shaman."  "This threat was obviously very effective for the underage little barbarian orcs. The son of Thor hurriedly shut his mouth tightly again, but Tomad guessed that if he continued to listen, he would not be able to help but interrupt for too long.  "The Manya tribe has no fixed territory of its own, let alone an oasis. It always wanders in the hinterland of the Abrahamic Desert, so it should be the guidance of the Red Moon Goddess Mafa to meet the shaman.  "Elder Gang Yan explained, while he gently replaced Tomad with leaves covered with fresh ointment, and checked the recovery of the wound. "Master Shaman, your body is recovering well.  In three or four days, the wound will be roughly healed.  " "Don't say three or four days, as long as I lie down for one more morning, I will be smoked to death.  Tomad thought in a daze. When he heard Elder Gangyan's explanation, he realized that he had inadvertently expressed his thoughts. "Master Shaman, enough odor is necessary to drive away the evil spirit of disease."  Very effective, this is a tradition that the tribe has been using for hundreds of years.  The fact that your wounds healed so quickly must also have something to do with this treatment.  " Tomad wanted to refute, but considering that opposing the traditional treatment methods of barbarian orcs would not help him conceal his identity, he had to swallow what he wanted to say and changed his suggestion. "It's too dark here, Gang Yan  Elder, could you light a lamp?  Or a brazier, anything.  " "Of course, Master Shaman.  Elder Gang Yan tilted his head and ordered the little barbarian orc who was kneeling quietly on the side, "Son of Thor, go get a torch for the shaman."  " The little barbarian orc agreed and ran out quickly. Elder Gangyan watched him leave, then turned around and stared at Tomad with piercing eyes. Although the old barbarian orc had an ugly appearance and his forehead was covered with uneven bone tumors.  The protrusions on his cheeks and arms were as rough and ugly as withered tree bark, but there was no doubt that his eyes shone with wisdom and had some mysterious penetrating power. Tomad moved his arms uneasily.  He had just carefully tried to touch the tattooed space on his right wrist, but found that his mental energy seemed to have dried up, and he could not enter the meditative state at all, let alone feel the existence of the tattooed space.  He said that nothing could be worse than his current state. This feeling of weakness even interfered with his judgment, so that he could not catch the strange light that suddenly flashed in the eyes of the old barbarian orc.sp; "Master Shaman, you should rest." Elder Gangyan tied up the last wound on Tomad's arm, then put away the wooden basin filled with pungent-smelling ointment, bowed his head and said, "Your head  You have suffered a serious impact. Although there are no wounds on the surface, it will definitely cause some adverse reactions. The Son of Sol will always be by your side. If you have any needs, please don't be polite. Although the Manya tribe is poor,  But he is pious enough and will definitely do his best to serve the servants of the God of March." Tomad nodded laboriously, half of it was a disguise, and the other half felt that the dizziness was getting worse, "I do feel that I am still very weak, Gang Yan.  Elder, you are right, I plan to rest." The old barbarian orc bowed his head in salute again, and then stood up gently.  Seeing his back disappear from sight, Tomad's tense heartstrings finally relaxed, and his consciousness almost immediately sank into the abyss of darkness.
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