The Ancestral Goddess stood in the air for a moment, obviously needing some buffering before she could accept the devastated state of Bafeng Mountain. We imagine the past grand occasion of Bafeng Mountain from the stories passed down by the old people, but she watched the fortress develop step by step.
"Crash!"
The merciful Mother Goddess didn't let us wait any longer. She took off the big wine glass from her waist and threw it into the sky. The wine poured out like a waterfall and turned into a green rain curtain all over the sky.
"Praise to Varaya! Praise to the great ancestral goddess!"
"Your Majesty Sigma! This, this is a true god! A true god!"
"Can the true God actually appear in front of people like this?"
The raindrops fell, and the vitality and healing power moistened every participant. Although the tribesmen were extremely excited, they were still inferior compared to the surrounding humans.
The reason is that His Majesty Snorri has sent divine grace on his behalf on countless critical occasions, turning the situation around and turning the tide. Every tribesman knows that the Mother Goddess has awakened, and there is only one opportunity left for when she will return to the mortal world.
With such psychological expectations, most people can still control their emotions without being too out of shape. But humans are different. Unless the Holy Grail Knight and the Fairy know about the man in the lake, even the nobles have no chance to see him.
The situation in the empire is even worse. It seems that the friend of the mountains, Heldenhammer, completely left the mortal world after becoming a god. Even the successive Archbishops of Sigmar, no one claimed to have met him.
"Huh! You, including us, should all be grateful to Snorri. Under his leadership, the ethnic group has begun to recover, but if you want to restore the atmosphere of the golden age or even better, you still need to work together!"
It seems that appearing in the mortal world like this is very exhausting. The ancestor goddess took a deep breath to suppress the thousands of words she wanted to say to us, and expressed her attitude and vision concisely.
"We support all of Snorri Thorson's decisions, and this cup is the proof!"
After pouring the wine from the divine cup, it fell back into the arms of the Mother Goddess. He raised his hand and pushed it, and the treasure flew in front of His Majesty Snorri. He took it with both hands and then raised it high above his head to show around.
"Thank you, Goddess Mother, for your gift! I have one more favor. Can you please leave your mark on this batch of 'Golden Yuan Scrolls commemorating the recovery of Bafeng Mountain'?"
"allow!"
The Mother Goddess had turned around and was about to throw herself into the whirlpool, but His Majesty Snorri stopped her. The honor guard opened the five boxes in time, and she pointed at a green divine light from a distance and divided it into five beams. It circled a few times and then submerged into it.
"Congratulations to the Mother Goddess!"
"Thank you God!"
"I, Ruiz of the Red Mane Clan, hereby swear an oath: In the face of powerful enemies, I will never retreat! I beg the Mother Goddess to bear witness!"
"The Longbei Clan's Jaw Clan vows to regain the bottomless stone steps and realize the long-cherished wish of our ancestors! Please bless the Mother Goddess!"
Seeing that He was about to return to the divine realm, the tribesmen cheered loudly. I don’t know who was smart enough to take the lead in making the oath. After the Mother Goddess looked back and nodded, the situation got out of hand. The venue had turned into a "Bull Roaring Contest" in Torrent Pass.
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The mustaches blindly pursue a loud voice and a big picture. Some are not even satisfied with repeating the three major vows spread by His Majesty Snorri throughout the old world, but want to go one step further in the hope of attracting the attention of the Mother Goddess.
Think about it, placing regulated sacrifices in the temple, and having the priests preside over complicated and solemn ceremonies are to increase the chance that the vows will be conveyed through the separation between gods and mortals.
Now that the true God is in front of us, if the oath can be witnessed and affirmed by Him, then it should be a separate page in the book of hatred of the clan and even the fortress.
In this atmosphere, I seemed to be back when I was young, jumping on a chair and cheering and swearing an oath together with my tribe. Maybe my old and hoarse voice could not reach the ears of the Mother Goddess, but the oaths I made cannot be fake-
I, Reuben of the Horn Keep, vow to devote myself to the restoration of the mountains until my death!
On 6876.4.28, the grand banquet lasted from the end of the ceremony to the next day. The appearance of the ancestor goddess prompted the warriors to skip the scheduled merit-discussing and reward session and serve wine and food in advance.
During the banquet, the humans showed extremely strong interest in the deeds and assigned powers of the ancestors and gods. Those in high positions just paid it forward, and there were not a few low-level warriors who were not doing as they wished and sought refuge directly.
The affairs of gods are not something that ordinary people can speculate on, but according to theoretical analysis, the more believers there are, the more helpful it will be. The ancestor of Horn Castle also had a demigod, and we can get a glimpse of it from the few words left by that ancestor.
As for the spoils of war, His Majesty Snorri's original plan was to provide physical settlement to humans and try his best to persuade the tribesmen to accept the gold dollar rolls. However, after the Mother Goddess appeared and expressed her firm support, the sons of the mountains flocked to those kinds of banknotes.
There is a sense that whoever is not active will be a stumbling block on the road to ethnic rejuvenation.
Humans have also become very interested in them, and many people decide to receive their profits in the form of half, half or even more with the idea of collecting or other ideas. If the rumors that the loot is not enough are true, this can greatly alleviate Belega's pain.
pressure.
I also redeemed my own gold dollar scrolls, which were divided into two versions. The commemorative version blessed by the ancestral goddess personally showed her profile on the front, and the main entrance of the Bafeng Mountain Fortress on the back.
The front of the ordinary version shows His Majesty Snorri himself, and the back depicts the half-open door of the Temple of the Ancestral Gods - which is also the official emblem of the entire Southland. The first batch of denominations is ten gold coins, and it is said that other denominations will be released in the future.
On 6876.4.29, it is reasonable to say that after the ceremony and the distribution of the spoils, the coalition forces should disband and return home, but now there is another undercurrent surging among the tribesmen. Twenty percent, maybe thirty percent of the soldiers are planning to settle in Bafeng Mountain - Ancestor Goddess
A place that comes to earth again after thousands of years.
Before the expedition, Arik and I made relevant plans. After regaining the Eight Peaks Mountain, Belegar did have the opportunity to unify the scattered ancient clans. But compared to the huge earth network that was riddled with holes, the manpower was far from enough.
If you don't want to organize another joint expeditionary force in a short time, it is necessary to leave some troops to support him. Having said that, these are veterans who have experienced the test of big scenes!
6876.5.1, more than half a year after the expedition, I began to miss the warm fireplace and soft lounge chair. I have not been so far away from home in the past three hundred years. Traditionally, the sons of the mountains should always guard their fortress.
On the way back, I will take some time to sort out what I saw and heard on this trip. Recovering Bafeng Mountain is an achievement that has not been achieved in thousands of years, and witnessing the return of the ancestor goddess to the mortal world is an even greater honor.
And my beard tells me that with the current momentum, there will be battles of the same or even larger scale waiting for us before I go to report to my ancestors. His Majesty Snorri is still young, and he will not always squat in the old