A woman with pointed ears and a tail came to the city, and she was always followed by a giant cat.
Siddal liked her handsome, well-tailored leather armor and her amber eyes.
Everyone said that the woman was a distinguished guest of the king and must have come from another world - the most likely possibility was that she came from the main world where the noble messenger of the gods lived.
Many people are wondering whether she is an apostle, a prophet, or a hero.
"She must be an apostle. Didn't you see that Master Appia was very polite to her? Only apostles receive such treatment."
"No, no, I don't feel the pressure of the apostles, but the big cat is more terrifying... She is more like a prophet, right? She walks around every day, and she should be thinking about spreading the faith."
"What's her name? What should you call her if you meet her?"
"Who knows? Whatever it is, it must be a big shot."
The arrival of the big shots in this small kingdom does not have much impact on the common people. They are at the top and have little interaction with the lower class who work every day.
14-year-old Sidharth thinks so too.
He is a herdsman who raises ten cows. These cows are sometimes used to plow the fields, and most of the time they are taken by Siddal to find water sources and fodder to fill their stomachs and give birth to more calves.
On this day, Siddal wore his favorite wide-brimmed cowhide hat and rode his long-legged bone horse as usual, patrolling around the cattle.
He holds a long bone whip, carries a crude wooden shield on his back, and has a bone mallet tied to his horse - as a bone herder, he not only has to ensure that the cattle are well fed, but also protects these livestock.
Suddenly, Sidharth noticed a strange flower growing on the ground.
The flower is made of crab shells, red and white, and has a strange and deathly beauty.
so weird.
Take another look.
He discovered that there was a bone-white palm under the flower.
Siddal dug up the gravel and soil below and dug out a small arm. I don't know which skeleton ancestor it was, but he still clung to this flower before he died. It can be seen that the deceased liked this flower very much.
.
Then, I'll keep it for you.
Siddal pulled out the arm and the flower and put them into the sack on his horse.
When he came back to his senses, he felt something was abnormal.
The cattle gathered together, which was a signal that they had discovered danger, and everything became extremely quiet, except for the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.
Siddal pulled out the bone hammer, put the shield on his arm, and concentrated on guarding against the distance.
Soon the enemy appeared.
A group of gray wolves came, totaling thirteen.
wrong.
Siddal's black eyes looked eastward, and there were twenty heads.
He glanced west again.
No, it's thirty-three.
The wolves rushed towards the herdsman Sidhar with a clear target, not giving him any chance to escape.
Siddal took out the bone whistle and called the nearest other herdsmen to rescue him.
But not only was it stuck or cracked, the bone whistle made no sound at all today.
Although Siddal tried hard to gather the cattle, the panic caused by the attack of the gray wolves still caused the cattle to flee. Once the cattle group dispersed, these livestock became chased prey one by one.
Siddal carried the bone horse on his back and waved the bone whip vigorously, whipping a gray wolf until it rolled on the ground and howled in pain. The wolves began to bite the bone horse's buttocks, but the seemingly jagged bone horse lifted its hoof.
He kicked hard, causing the two wolves to whimper softly and limp away into the distance.
Herdsmen have their own ways of dealing with wild animals.
Siddal specially made a pair of special hoofs for the bones of the horse, specially for grazing. There are sharp bone awls and bone spurs on the hoofs. As long as the long legs kick or the hoofs are raised, whether it is a wolf or a bear,
Being kicked will leave a hole.
Relying on the long whip in his hand and the hoofs of the bone horse, Sidart worked hard to drive away and intimidate the gray wolves.
However, when the first wolf appeared, Siddal felt cold in his heart.
It was a large man whose size was far larger than that of his peers, and its body was covered with bloody scabs that looked like it had been burned by flames.
When the alpha wolf joined the battle, the wolves immediately moved in a more orderly manner. The injured ones retreated automatically, and the wolves behind them filled in, tightly surrounding Siddal.
This is not an ordinary beast, but an extraordinary monster called the Electric Wolf. It can cause electric shock-like paralysis and pain through touch and bite. If you are bitten by it, you will be electrocuted into black charcoal alive.
The lightning wolf knocked the bone horse down in one fell swoop, and Siddal rolled twice on the ground in embarrassment. When he got up, the bone horse had been torn to pieces and could no longer stand up.
The alpha wolf stared at Dar with cold eyes, pacing towards him with a victor's attitude.
Siddal pressed the brim of his hat with his hand, raised his shield with the other hand, picked up the bone hammer on the ground, and walked towards the wolf step by step.
The other wolves around him watched quietly.
Bad luck.
Today, it is estimated that even cattle and humans will have to be cut into bones.
Siddal didn't have much fear in his heart. Death was a daily part of this country. People he knew disappeared every day, and new people joined. The Bone Ancestors lived in this cycle of death and rebirth.
There was more regret in his heart.
It's such a pity that I didn't bring such a strange flower back to show it to everyone.
Siddal lowered his center of gravity and charged fiercely, hitting the monster's strong back with the bone mallet in his hand, and the wolf king's bloody mouth chewed up the shield in one bite.
At that moment, Siddal felt that every bone in his body was flashing blue light, and his mind became stiff and confused.
He thought for no reason that he looked quite handsome.
The left arm holding the shield was completely bitten off by the electric wolf, and its canine-covered upper and lower jaws bit down hard on Siddal's skull.
Siddal's last act of resistance was to use his broken finger bone to thrust into the belly of the alpha wolf - but it only penetrated a little, which was regarded as a courtesy.
At this moment, the first wolf was suddenly grabbed by something, which made Sidhar come back to his senses from the trance of death.
The one grabbing the wolf's neck was a big pink cat. It was bigger than the largest brown bear. Under its round eyes was a big mouth that spread to both sides of its cheeks.
It bared its teeth and grinned, as if what it was catching was not a ferocious electric wolf, but a little mouse. The electric wolf was trembling in its hands, shrinking its neck and clamping its tail, not daring to resist at all.
The big cat is asking for credit from the person next to him.
The man had a pair of pointed cat-like ears on his head, was wearing leather armor, and had a soft and flexible plush tail on his back.
It's the enigmatic apostle and her cat.
She said something to the big cat, but Siddal couldn't understand the cat language.
Then, the big cat pinched Electric Wolf's face, and Electric Wolf tried his best to smile.
It casually dropped the electric wolf, but the alpha wolf squatted on the ground motionless, for fear of angering the irresistible giant. After finally getting permission, it quickly escaped with the pack of wolves.
Catwoman walked up to Siddal, she opened a small bottle, and suddenly there was a faint aroma lingering around her.
"Fortunately, I brought Xingnao Mint, otherwise conversation would be a problem. The local language is more complicated than I thought..."
She muttered to herself, squatted down and looked at Siddal: "Can you still move?"
"able."
Siddal didn't know why he was able to understand the other party's words. He still didn't come back to his senses: "Thank you... for saving me."
"We met while passing by, it's just a matter of a little effort. Goodbye then." She stood up and was about to leave.
"that……"
Sidharth asked cautiously: "Can you tell me your surname?"
"My name is Mao Cao, and I am a prophet under Lord Yao."
"Yao God...which god is he?"
This was the first time Sidharth heard this name.
The other party said patiently: "Lord Yao is not a god in this world, but Yao has a cooperative relationship with the messenger of the gods here, so I was sent to stay in this world temporarily to do some fieldwork."
Sidharth seemed to understand.
One thing he was sure of was that Maocao was indeed of noble status, and the Yao god behind him was probably on the same level as the Messenger of the Gods.
"Please wait for me."
Siddal stood up with one hand on the ground. He put on his wide-brimmed leather hat, staggered to the side of the broken bone horse, took out something from his bag, and carefully presented it to Mao Cao with both hands.
"This is a small gift that is not respectful at all, please accept it."
When the other party saw the flower made of crab shells, his face showed a bit of surprise, and then he smiled: "Thank you, this is really a very special flower."
Mao Cao accepted the crab shell flower with its bones, and then she easily jumped on the big cat's back, and the big cat immediately flew into the sky and dived into the clouds.
…
From then on, Sidhar began to pay attention to Maocao, the prophet of the alien god.
She lived in an independent stone house outside the temple. The stone house had no roof, only four walls, and a statue of Yao in the center.
Every day Maocao would pray devoutly in front of the statue, and then he would ride off on Totoro and start to overlook the whole world from the air.
Out of curiosity, Siddal went in to worship the statue of the mysterious god. Since there were no guards on both sides of this simple temple, access was not restricted.
Sitting on his knees in front of the statue, Sidharth also imitated Maocao and said: "Great God Yao, please bless me with peace and success..."
Here, even the humblest people can look up to the gods. In the Kingdom Temple, only with the permission of His Majesty the King can you have the opportunity to pray in front of the statues of gods.
Siddal also saw that a small flower bed had been opened in a corner of the temple, with Xingnao mint guarding the crab shell flowers in the middle.
This made him feel something indescribable.
Happy? Excited? Still excited?
Probably a little bit of both.
The prophets of the kingdom are aloof and rarely talk to the common people. As wise men recognized by the gods, they only serve the oracles and it is their duty to praise the gods.
Maocao, the prophet of Yao God, not only saves people, but also listens to the various voices of the bones of the ancestors.
She flies around every day, asking farmers, herdsmen, fishermen and workers, understanding their work and difficulties, and giving them help... This is something that has never happened in the kingdom before.
She said to everyone: "Lord Yao Shen also hopes that the civilization of the Sleepless Ones can develop very well. If you have any difficulties or have good suggestions, you can come to me."
No one takes it seriously.
The master of the kingdom is the king, above the king's power is the martyred god who rules the world, and behind the martyred god is the messenger of the gods with infinite power... No matter how powerful this god Yao is, he will not come to this world.
Most of the Bone Ancestors are not very smart and flexible. This is the nature of the race, but it does not mean that the Bone Ancestors are all idiots. We don't want to be liquidated by His Majesty the King afterwards.
One day, Siddal was beaten by the collector with many scars. He came to the temple of God Yao and said to Maocao out of anger: "Prophet, can you really help us?"
Maocao's ears twitched: "Come and listen."
"We herdsmen graze cattle and sheep desperately so that the livestock can grow faster and more, but the collectors always beat us because they think we are lazy. Those cattle and sheep were attacked by wolves, bears and leopards in the wild, and many of our herdsmen were killed.
As a result, we are injured and dead, but the collector refuses to send soldiers to help us. What can we do?"
Maocao nodded: "How do you think this problem should be handled?"
"Many herdsmen believe that more skeleton dogs should be cultivated. They can scare away wild beasts and provide early warning. We have also requested in the past, but the kingdom thinks this is a waste of corpses..."
"I understand, I need to investigate and verify."
About a month later, the kingdom promulgated new regulations: every herder will receive a skeleton dog to help with herding.
Siddal couldn't believe it.
The Maocao Prophet really went to speak for everyone, and His Majesty the King actually listened!
From then on, Sidharh frequently visited the Temple of God Yao, and many herdsmen, led by him, often went there to pray, express their thanks to the Maocao Prophet, and ask for answers and help.
Maocao listened carefully to everyone's difficulties and recorded them on the parchment. She would conduct detailed and comprehensive investigations, and actively worked on the parts that were true and could be solved.
Gradually, more and more Skeleton ancestors began to pray to God Yao, and on the basis of their original beliefs, they also believed in the mysterious and benevolent God Yao.
Then one day, the apostle Appiadu came to the temple and said to Maocao: "Prophet Maocao... those common people will always have all kinds of troubles, so don't go and be busy. The king governs the country.
It’s already a lot of hard work, don’t add any extra burden to him... As long as the population is growing, wouldn’t it be enough?”
Siddar was outside the wall at that time, building the outer wall of the temple, and he heard it clearly.
Maocao said: "I cannot agree. The living conditions of civilians will be directly related to the progress of the entire civilization. They are the cornerstone and weathervane of civilization. As long as there is room for improvement, I will continue to make suggestions and advice."
"Alas...why do you have to be so serious?"
There was a hint of helplessness in Appia's voice: "They are just a group of ancestors with bones. They are just moving wood and hay. It would be too hard to pay attention to them like this."
"It's not hard to carry out the oracle of Lord Yao."
Maocao said firmly: "Even ordinary people who only engage in simple labor can accomplish great things. This is the experience and principle of our Yao people."
"In our Yao people, God-killers who are comparable to the gods have also been born from ordinary people. Among the common people of this country, future prophets and heroes will also be born."
"Oh, what I mean is that this is the civilization of the Sleepless Ones, which is just a rudimentary civilization composed of skeleton ancestors... It cannot be compared with your Yao people. Lord Yao is the noble main god and cannot be compared. The civilians here only need to
It's good to be alive." Appia sighed.
Outside the wall, Siddal heard a blur, and his skeletal fingers gently pinched the clay.
Is it really possible for a humble being like a commoner to be as good as a god?
Those Yao people who lived under the protection of Yao God did not know what kind of life they lived.
He desperately wanted to see their kingdom and city with his own eyes.