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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 11: Prayer Ceremony, the Non-Existent Orc God

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    When the silver moonlight shines from the eastern horizon to the endless sand sea, the thumping sound of several sacrificial drums beating together shakes the sky above Fatigaea Oasis; the sound of the bone flute is much sharper, like a handful of  The sharp sword pierced the vast night sky, awakening the bright stars.  Dozens of bonfires were lit on one side of the Fatigaiya oasis. Adult warriors sat on the ground beside the fires. The grass trays in front of them were filled with dates, dried fish and algae dumplings, as well as pieces of belt.  The fresh meat is still warm.  In comparison, the Manya tribe lit fewer bonfires, but under the joint advice of the two "sands", the warriors of the two tribes sat in a mixed position, singing war songs to each other to show their prestige, and drinking wild drinks.  A fermented drink made from camel milk and certain herbs.  Tomad sat between Elder Gangyan and the Aogashi Shaman of the Yewei tribe, frowning at the fermented camel milk in the cup.  His intestines and stomach really couldn't bear the sour smell. Although most of the barbarian orcs were crazy about it, even the mature and prudent elder Gang Yan was no exception, Tomad only felt his stomach churn.  The deep thumping sound of the sacrificial drum became more and more urgent and louder.  The bone flute whined, and the crackling sound of a wooden percussion instrument¡ªthe barbarian orcs called this thing a percussion wood¡ªgradually accelerated the rhythm, and finally reached a kind of crazy intensity.  The soldiers beside each bonfire responded with loud singing voices, and excited "hey ya" sounds came and went, revealing a savage and heroic picture under the starry sky.  Aogasi Shaman suddenly stood up and raised his arms, indicating that he had something to say.  For this shaman who has served the Yewei tribe for more than ten years, even though his prestige has been slightly lost this afternoon, the vast majority of warriors still respect and fear him very much.  The noise quickly subsided, and even the musicians who played the bone flute and knocked on the wood stopped. Only the sacrificial drum was still thumping.  "Brothers of the Yewei Tribe and the Barbarian Tooth Tribe! We would like to thank the March God for giving us Fatigaia, which is flowing with honey and milk, and we would also like to thank the Silver Moon Goddess Quenya for the great miracle she gave this afternoon.  You may have heard that the goddess Quenya used the hands of Dun Tomad of the Barbarian Fang tribe to bring back to the world the souls of the seven warriors of our Yewei tribe who had half-footed their feet into the quiet country.  , This is a miracle that has never happened before! " "Hey! Hey! Hey!" The crowd cheered three times, raising their arms high every time, like a dense forest blown by strong wind.  "This is a gift from Quenya, the goddess of the silver moon, and a warning from Sonata, the lord of the black moon. Pride and prestige blinded me, making me forget that I should be humble towards my devout brothers." Shaman Aogasi said to  The crowd in front of them bowed deeply, then took half a step back, revealing a confused Tomad behind him, "The Yewei tribe has not held a large-scale prayer ceremony for several years, and this is all because of me - March  The great god¡¯s servant Ao Gashi has limited abilities. Now we have a more powerful shaman! Let¡¯s cheer his name!¡± Elder Gangyan shouted loudly.  Then cheers like a stormy wave burst out, shaking the desert night sky.  "Dun? Tomad! Hey, hey, hey!" Tomad stood up with a stiff face and raised his arms like the Aogasi shaman.  The crowd quieted down a little too quickly, which almost made him feel uncomfortable. But what was even more uncomfortable was the reverent gazes cast from beside each bonfire, which made Tomad feel quite stressed.  "Brothers of the Manya Tribe and the Yewei Tribe!" He began to imitate the Aogasi Shaman's speech, except that he changed the order of the two tribes. "The God of March is watching us from the highest sky, and the Silver Moon  The goddess Quenya gives us strength, the red moon goddess Marfa guides our path, and the black moon lord Sonata pays attention to the soul of every warrior. In front of the March God, any mortal thing is as small as an inconspicuous grain of sand.  I don¡¯t need you to shout my name, because it will not increase my prestige, but will only make people think that I have stolen the miracle that belongs to the Silver Moon Goddess Quenya through my hands.¡± ¡°Hey¡± sounded this time!  Yeah." The sound became louder, like the sky was falling apart.  Aogashi Shaman's face flushed with excitement and he raised his arms again, "Now, let us pray together, pray that the March God will send down his mighty power and perform miracles for the lasting friendship between the Yewei Tribe and the Manya Tribe!"  Tomad also raised his arms high, but he was inevitably a little nervous.  He learned the entire prayer ceremony procedure from Elder Gang Yan, but after all, the Manya tribe had not had a shaman for many years, and Elder Gang Yan was limited to rumors about what would happen during the prayer ceremony.  That¡¯s all.  As the two shamans raised their arms, the prestigious people in the two tribes stood up and made the same gesture.  The crowd beside the bonfire was boiling with cheers.?With the sound of drums and wood, the waves rose higher than the waves, and finally resounded in the deep night sky where the twin moons parallel each other.  When an indescribable force descended on Tomad from the sky, he almost subconsciously escaped into the tattoo space.  No matter how he speculated and speculated in advance, Tomad never thought that he would actually summon the power of the beastman god, because he was not a believer of the God of March at all. In comparison, Ba, the Lord of Justice,  Brupa is more likely to answer his call.  However, apart from the power of gods, it is impossible to describe the power that came to him. It was a power as deep and great as the vast ocean.  Thomasad had seen Chief Pilgrim Roland Wilps fighting with all his strength. He was also powerful beyond his reach. However, compared with this unimaginable power, Roland's power seemed to be like  A tiny grain of dust.  Aogasi Shaman's whole body was trembling violently, and he sang hymns in praise of the God of March like crazy.  Accompanied by the thumping of the sacrificial drums, countless barbarian orcs began to dance heroic dances. The sound of footsteps tapping the ground was urgent and fast. That kind of rhythm can simply make courage rise and timidity die.  Tomad was completely unable to integrate into this warm atmosphere. He only felt numb in his limbs and cold to the bone in his heart.  That huge force stayed in his body, and with just a slight fluctuation, it could completely destroy his body. Every drop of blood would be squeezed out of the blood vessels, and every bone would be crushed to pieces, until even the general shape of the body was broken.  Neither can be maintained.  If the time had not lasted too long, Tomad would not have even dared to resume thinking with an empty mind, for fear that the owner of that power would see through his disrespectful thoughts.  But after several minutes, the force did not make any further action. Instead, it started to spin lazily like a whirlpool. When Tomad tried to touch it with his mental power, one of the forces immediately  It was passed along his spiritual power thread, and then poured into the tattoo space on his right wrist.  This reaction shocked Tomad. In order to prevent the dark elf castle in the tattoo space from being discovered, he even gave up part of his mental power.  The result of forcibly interrupting the mental connection was that Tomad's head felt dizzy, and then his nostrils became hot, and blood snaked down like a red snake.  Fortunately, all the orcs were immersed in fervent dancing and prayer, and no one noticed this little accident.  Tomad quietly wiped away the blood and was about to think of other solutions when the voice of artificial intelligence customer service Delta suddenly rang in his ears.  "The tattoo space just detected the entry of a pure power of faith, which was accumulated by hundreds of believers for a year, but it was suddenly interrupted." Delta's tone seemed a little confused, "Contractor, you know  "What's going on?" "Pure power of faith?" Tomad almost blurted out in surprise, and then his heart beat violently, "You said that power just now was pure faith?"  If this force continues to be guided into the tattoo space, will there be any accidents? " "According to my logical judgment, the possibility of an accident is less than one in a million and can be ignored," Delta said after a few seconds of silence.  He said in a no-doubt tone, "The tattoo space can absorb the power of faith as materials for building the castle. Although this power feels very vast, it will not make the tattoo space unbearable." So Tomad carefully probed out again.  The thread of mental power was exactly the same as last time. Just after the connection was established, the power began to merge along the thread of mental power into the mysterious tattoo on the right wrist.  Apart from feeling a little burning in his arms, Tomad did not feel any discomfort, and his mind even became clearer, and his thinking was running several times faster than usual.  The night wind is warm and the drums are beating loudly. The silver moon gradually moves away from the zenith, while the red moon climbs up the sky, spreading its moonlight to the sand sea and oasis.  The dance steps of the barbarian orcs gradually slowed down, the singing voice was low and melodious, and the bone flute also played a sad melody.  This is a sign that the prayer ceremony is coming to an end.  Aogasi Shaman's face showed a faint expression of disappointment. Like every ceremony, he felt the great power descended by the March God, but he was unable to get even a few words of oracle from this power.  Every time he thought that his piety was not enough, but this time it was different. The young shaman who participated in the ceremony was clearly favored by the goddess of Qunya. Couldn't the March God not do this?  An oracle?  Tomad felt that the great power gradually faded away, and his mood became extremely bright. When he saw Aogashi Sha's disappointed face, he couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart, and even wanted to comfort this  The thought of a devout believer arises spontaneously.  However, just when this idea first appeared, Aogashi Shaman's body suddenly trembled violently, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.Unabashed ecstasy.  "I feel it!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, his whole body stretched like a bow string that was about to break, "The March Gods have not forgotten their humble servants. It was the Red Moon Goddess Mafa who gave the god  "Edict!" The crowd was silent for a moment, and then there was a wave of cheers. Every barbarian orc stamped his feet, beat his chest, or opened his arms toward the night sky, and the names of the three moon gods were heard in their mouths.  It was repeated over and over again, each time louder and more passionate than before, as if even the air around the oasis was burning.  Tomad was probably the only one confused.  He watched Aogasi Shaman with a face full of ecstasy, dancing as if he was drunk; watched the tribal elders and prestigious warriors rush up, surrounded the shaman, and loudly asked him about the oracle.  specific content.  However, all that appeared in Tomad's heart was deep confusion. Isn't that power unconscious?  "Oracle? What is that?" Aogasi Shaman's drunken dance suddenly stopped, but the excitement and ecstasy on his face was even worse than before.  "The red moon goddess Mafa gave the second oracle. This is a real miracle. Even the Great Shaman of the White Accountant has never received such a huge divine favor!" His voice was like a sharp blade, suppressing the noise, and  More confusion emerged in Tomad's mind.  "Tell us, Lord Shaman, what is the content of the oracle?" Sha Erda was probably the most excited of all, if not counting the tearful Aogasi Shaman.  Because of Tomad's miraculous performance, the leader of the Yewei tribe had originally given up the idea of ??suppressing the Manya tribe, but the Aogasi shaman was actually able to listen to the oracle. This was obviously more obvious than healing a few dying people.  Irrefutable favor.  Aogasi shaman recovered a little from his ecstasy, but he still couldn't hold the shaman's bone staff firmly with both hands, and had to put the bone staff under his arm.  "The oracles given by the Red Moon Goddess Mafa are very clear. I have never felt so close to that profound and great will! Goddess Marfa gave me two oracles, although I still have some difficulty understanding the profound meaning.  , But facing that unimaginable greatness, what else can we do except bow our heads and worship?" "Oh," many barbarian beasts roared in awe.  "The first oracle given by Goddess Mafa is - don't be sad!" Aogashi Shaman announced in a high-pitched and passionate voice, "The second oracle is - oracle? What is that?" Shaman  ? Erda choked, and the cheer she was about to shout got stuck in her throat, almost making the tribal leader roll his eyes.  The other barbarian beastmen also looked at each other, and Dun Kaba slapped his forehead repeatedly, as if this could inspire the spark of wisdom to understand the true meaning of these two profound and grand decrees issued by the goddess Marfa.  Only Tomad thought of some possibility.  The young man's face became very strange. Just when the great power was about to leave his body, a strong thought suddenly occurred to him.  "Dun Tomad is the son of the stars who is favored by the gods. You should worship him just like you worship us." The voice of the Aogashi shaman was already extremely high-pitched, but now it suddenly rose again.  The steps were almost harsh and painful.  "Third time!" The indescribable excitement caused the shaman to completely disregard his manners and pushed the confused Shah Erda away, pointing with his trembling right hand at Tomad, who was standing alone outside the crowd.  "I received the third oracle from the goddess Marfa. Dun Tomad is the son of the stars who is favored by the gods!"
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