Fortunately, the God of Wisdom and the Lord of Black Mist are not picky about tails and ears. After dealing with some captured hares and poisonous snakes, Zana and others gathered together the tails.
"Tail, received."
"Priest, Lavigne, introduction."
"You are already qualified."
After saying that, a slender tentacle protruded from its black, slippery mucus, shaking like a vine. Zana was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that it was using this tentacle to guide him.
Entering deeper into the Nightmare Forest, which no one had dared to disturb for more than a year, Zana and the others saw fruit trees growing densely. The ripe fruits that had not been picked fell to the ground and were trampled into mud by the huge soles of beasts and monsters.
Various marks were left behind, and from time to time, birds would land on the heavy branches, peck the fruit lightly with their beaks, enjoy a few mouthfuls of it, then spread their wings and leave, making the team members swallow their saliva subconsciously.
It's too luxurious. Most of the areas outside the Nightmare Wilderness Forest have been plucked by hungry victims, but the air here is still filled with the fragrance of ripe fruits. They seem to have stumbled into a place in troubled times and stocked up a large amount of wine, food, and rice.
's warehouse.
Zana stopped suddenly. He stared at the wooden house not far away, and then at the slowly crawling black "big piece of meat", and asked thoughtfully: "Your Majesty the Messenger..."
"Messenger?" The "Black Snake" entrenched in the fusion body turned around and whispered, "I am not a messenger, I am just a servant of God."
Zana, who still didn't know the race of the thing in front of him, couldn't decide what to call it, so he had to bite the bullet and ask: "I seem to have seen the traces left by other living beings. In the territory of the God of Wisdom, there are still people like me living there.
person?"
"There are some, but the priests accept them."
"is it a lot?"
"You can ask the priest, and she will answer you."
Drilling into the depths of a deep cave, riding a biological elevator that makes the soles of your feet and crotch feel sticky. Deep in the winding underground passage, you can actually feel the cool breeze and hear the lively noises.
, they seemed to hear some uniform reading.
At the end of the cave, a light suddenly opened up. Zana and the others were dumbfounded. He could not imagine that there was such a huge hollow area deep underground in the Nightmare Wild Forest. There was flat land here, and a little excavation caused the groundwater to flow through it.
Water channels, densely planted fluorescent plants, and some crops that are highly adaptable to the environment - such as mushrooms.
There were many, many mushrooms. Zana felt that he had smelled the spores released by the psychedelic fungi. He had long been unconscious, otherwise it would be difficult to explain. He actually saw a group of fist-sized squirrels taking care of the crops and washing the muddy fruits and crops.
.
In addition to these mini squirrels, there are also several large squirrels that are as high as his knees, can walk upright for a long time, swing their big black tails, and have brown fur. They seem to be instructing the little squirrels on how to work...
…
Zana's team members were also wiping their eyes. The group of guys in front of them seemed not to be completely regarded as the squirrel people.
A red-colored "butterfly" came and Zana's eyes widened.
"What, are you surprised to see me?" The mixed-race cat-eared tribe in front of Zana, who has orange cat ears and an orange-and-white bamboo tail, asked with a smile.
"Something strange..."
Zana and Lavigne had gone on many hunts together. During the difficult years of Asren's war, they had both been recruited as deserters. After spending a period of difficult years, they parted ways.
During that time, Lavigne was always dirty, she wore whatever clothes she found, and her long black hair had long been cut short for fighting.
However, at this moment, she had grown her hair long again, her thin and frail face became rosy, and her light but powerful body wore a long gown that only witches would wear when performing sacrifices in various territories.
Three colors: red, white and black, with red as the main color and white as the supplement. Black outlines the pattern of wriggling tentacles, dotted on the gown.
"Are you the priest from that group of black snakes?" Zana suddenly woke up, "But when we met by chance before, you only said that you saved a few squirrels and were invited to be our guests."
"You seem to have no idea about time. The last time we met, it was probably just the beginning of summer, and now it's the end of autumn."
"No, no, no, that's not the problem. When summer goes and autumn comes, you become a black snake..."
Lavigne corrected: "It's planaria."
"Okay, you became a planarian priest in such a short time... No, you are a foreigner to them, why would they accept you?" Zana's head was about to burn out, which was worse than when he was hanged during the war.
It takes a lot of effort to keep your brain alive.
"They need an individual who can better communicate with the gods, better streamline the sacrificial process, and smoothly convey the thoughts of the clan. However, both the planarians and the black-tailed squirrels are very ignorant. After I described other things to them,
After the content of the soul sacrifice, I was selected."
Zana was led into the cave by Lavigne. The planarians along the way would slightly raise their proud black tails when they saw Lavigne. Even the black-tailed squirrels did the same. It seemed that this was how they expressed their joy.
Way.
"So hasty?" Zana still couldn't accept it, "Did you get the approval of the Lord of Black Mist and the God of Wisdom?"
Lavigne said: "At the beginning, I did have the idea of surviving along with the situation. After all, who knows whether gods exist... The war is almost destroying this land, and I haven't seen those mythical beings.
Isn’t it?”
After passing through a narrow tunnel, a wide stone chamber appeared in front of everyone.
The priest's high platform is covered with planarian aggregates, and unique planarian individuals surrounded by blue fire guard this place devoutly.
Following the direction of Lavigne's finger, Zana saw planarians, black-tailed squirrels, and the gods Lavigne served.
In the center of the mural, on top of a strange-looking chariot, huge sarcoma bloomed like petals, thousands of tentacles extended from it, and deep eyes were covered with synapses.
The existence carved out by the powerful lines made Zana break into cold sweat. At this moment, he was like a prey locked by countless pairs of eyes, unable to move.
"This is the god of wisdom, the mother goddess who protects and bestows wisdom on the planarians and the black tail clan."
"Mother Goddess?" Zana wanted to ask, how can one determine the gender of a god with this appearance, and what aspect of her seems to be related to wisdom.
But he only dared to keep these questions in his stomach.
"The planarians firmly believe that they are awakened children blessed by the Mother Goddess. They have limbs similar to the wise body of the Mother Goddess, which is a clear proof of this relationship."
Zana asked tentatively: "Then...the black mist on the God of Wisdom..."
"The creator of the God of Wisdom, the Supreme Lord." Saying this, Lavini actually knelt down.
On the mural, He is like dark clouds covering the sky, and like the black sun, casting the light that nourishes the Mother Goddess of Wisdom. Seeing all this, Zana and others subconsciously followed Lavigne's movements and knelt down on one knee.
"The planarian leader said that the Supreme Lord has come before." Lavigne put her hand on her heart, "The shadow he cast brought this undisturbed habitat to the weak tribe."
Thinking of the origin of the name of Nightmare Wild Forest, Zana shuddered all over.
He has never seen the true arrival of gods.
With his forehead close to the ground, Zana's sweat slipped into his eye sockets, blinding his eyes and stinging, but he did not dare to move at all.
"What's the price...?"
What would a real god who is willing to offer mercy to foolish and powerless believers ask for?
"According to the planarians, the Lord has never asked for anything from the weak ones. It seems that fearing Him, believing in Him, and being willing to die for it are what He hopes to obtain from us, a group of insignificant beings." Lavigne
His eyes were blurred, "We are like pets...but the merciful Lord cares about us pets."
If this was the price... Zana raised his head, but he was afraid of blaspheming a god beyond his knowledge as a fourth-level magician, so he hurriedly lowered his head.
"I am also qualified to receive the Lord's..."
"No." Lavini shook her head, "The Lord's brilliance will bathe in His loyal messengers, who belong to our gods. Our piety should first give us the great mother goddess of wisdom..."
"It was she who had a thousand heads who brought the message that the Lord loves tails and animal ears to the ignorant us, so that we can send our insignificant respect to the Supreme Lord in our own way...praise the God of Wisdom.
"
Lavigne's voice seemed to contain magic, and all the planarians in the stone room, as well as the kneeling Zana and others, all praised her in unison.
After the praise was over, she personally offered the tail brought by Zana and others to the sacrificial platform, then took the initiative to tie her own tail in a knot and hang it on the altar engraved with the totem of the God of Wisdom.
The planarians cut off their tails as a sacrifice and devour the tails to show their sincerity. This is a special way of sacrifice unique to the planarians.
Lavigne only has one tail, and she cannot regenerate it after it is docked. Fortunately, God is kind and tolerantly allows believers to change it on their own.
So Lavigne chose another way - in the revelation obtained by the planarian leader, she once saw the thousand heads of the God of Wisdom trembling slightly, like kelp swaying with the ocean current, and the swaying figure
Fascinating……
Lavigne's tail trembled crazily in a wave shape on the altar, and beat the ground rhythmically, playing a tune dedicated to the gods.
She firmly believed that using her tail as a guide, the God of Wisdom and the Great Lord would know everything that happened at this moment.
Thinking like this, Lavigne's tail twitched a little faster.
"Great God of Wisdom, please listen to my prayer again... This time, we have brought a fresher and more energetic tail... As for the ears, please give us some time. When the autumn is over, we will
We will provide you with countless delicious rabbit ears, we promise.” ()