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Rich Chapter 12 Turning Point

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    "Hahahaha, why are you so careless? Didn't I remind you that we still have an unsettled account?" Is this the danger Flotra said?  I was tied up with five flowers and hung in the air in front of a simple altar.  The beast Pokul seemed to be in a very happy mood. He kept taunting me while sharpening his mining pick.  Facing the threat of death, I should be afraid, even though I know that the souls of people in Nirn will still return to the plane of their gods after death.  But at this time, my heart felt calm and calm.  Could it be that having experienced too many moments of life and death has completely numbed my senses?  Phew I think the main reason should be related to the circle of stone statues placed in an arc around the altar.  Visual inspection shows that the stone statues were carved by the Forsworn themselves in the mines. The materials are rough and the techniques are crude. I can only barely recognize their appearance.  "A minotaur, wielding a mace, naked and muscular, with a barbed tail, and a huge lower body.  A thin little dragon, probably carved from a single piece of moonstone, exudes a strange green color.  Unlike ordinary dragons, this little green dragon's forelimbs and wings are not connected together.  A woman wearing a cloak, her body covered with moss and fungi.  There are no other obvious features, but I can somehow smell the essence hidden under her cloak: dark and decadent, miserable and dirty.  ¡­ ¡­ In addition, I also recognized many familiar people in this hodgepodge of Daedra kings.  A lady stands upright with her four arms raised, and the spider silk hanging from the two pairs of arms hangs down densely, tightly wrapping and covering her body.  I easily identified her as Mephala, the Whispering Lady, the web-spinner of the mortal world.  A hunter, holding a spear and wearing an antlered skull, follows a wolf meekly by his side.  His identity is obvious, Hircine, the master of hunting.  A fat man born with Daedra's horns, holding a wine barrel in one hand, and carrying a statue of Daedra in the other hand - I learned from Flotra that this is San, the demon god of indulgence and carnival.  Gene.  A sense of absurdity surfaced, one¡¯s own family playing against one¡¯s own family¡¯s rhythm?  "Can I ask some questions before I die?" "Yes," Mednach agreed to my request. "As a sacrifice, you are qualified to know some things." "Then I will start. Generally speaking, which demon god  Are you willing to respond to your prayers?" "I believe all the demon gods will respond if I sacrifice you." "It's such an honor I would also like to recommend you to sacrifice me to a designated demon god." "Which one will I do?  ?¡± I pursed my lips at the stone sculpture of Lady Whispering.  "Of course. Our work has been carried out secretly under her protection, and we have followed her teachings and killed many scum who tried to find out our plot. But there is only one sacrifice, but there are many demon gods.  You can't let Lady Whisper eat alone, right? "Well, if there was a scene where the Daedra kings were "dining" around a dining table, it would be very curious - I wonder if they would fight each other for "food"  happy.  "Hey, I heard that the Forsworn had their own beliefs before their homeland was invaded?" Mednach sighed, "Yes, we originally had our own ancient beliefs. Then the invaders came, and they  "We rushed into the wilderness." "What made you abandon your past traditions?" "Abandoned us! The ancient gods we believed in only watched us fall into misery.  , what else have you done?¡± My question inadvertently deeply irritated Mednach, and he roared at me with his fists wildly, but after the roar, only deep depression settled on his face, ¡°Since then,  Whoever is willing to answer our prayers will believe in the god who can give us the power of revenge." "Then who was the first god you believed in before you became the Forsworn?" Before I asked this question.  Afterwards, the audience fell silent.  The Forsworn people around them lowered their heads and stopped what they were doing, and some even began to wipe their tears.  "That's enough! Your chance to ask questions is over!" Mednach roared, snatching the shiny hoe from Pokul's hand, and holding it viciously in front of me, "Before all the demon gods,  In front of me, read your name.¡±  "Don't want to say it? It doesn't matter. It's just an insignificant detail. I just need to make the sacrifice tangible."Just offer it up.  " Mednach had no intention of playing tricks with me. He was going to get straight to the point. " What should I do? I was tied and hung in the air. I had no ability to resist at all. The only thing I could use was the unexpected dragon roar. But the roar made a sound.  So what? The other party can continue to threaten my life as long as he picks up the mine hoe that was knocked to the ground, and "I heard some brats say that as long as you pronounce a few words, you can get it out of your mouth.  Breathing fire?  "The beast Pokul accidentally stuffed the linen cloth used to wipe the mining hoe into my mouth, "It's like the 'Bear of Markarth' back then.  " "Hmm!  " "He is far behind Ulfric.  Ulfric was able to roar through the city gate and route the defenders behind the gate. How could this guy be caught by us if he had such ability?  " Mednach slowly raised the mining hoe, while Pokur tore open the middle of my prison uniform from the side, completely exposing my fragile chest to the air. I closed my eyes nervously, silently chanting a few words in my heart.  The name of King Dera. Brother Hircine, we were considered partners back then Ms. Mephala, I still want to walk on this continent to spread your glory Mr. Sanjian, you are here.  Don¡¯t you feel bad that the roses on my body are like this? Why? Why hasn¡¯t the hoe fallen yet? Is there something wrong with the atmosphere? I opened my eyes.  I saw Mednach staring blankly at my chest, breathing rapidly and unsteadily. What happened to my chest? Could it be that King Daedra secretly drew a red circle and a slash on my chest? But I am tied up now?  It was so tight that I couldn't even lower my head to see what was going on. Mednach's eyes gradually turned red as he stared at my chest, and he suddenly started crying, even more than he did after drinking Skuma last time.  The Forsworn people on both sides also knelt down and looked at my chest, sobbing in unison. ¡°Is this the manifestation of the Holy Spirit?  Kennashe didn't abandon us poor homeless children!  ¡±?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ? £­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­Thanks to book friend Rozger for writing.  Thank you, the author will continue to work hard!
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