952.aftermath
952.The aftermath is gradually rising (page 2/2)
Serving this evil god failed to bring me any benefits. Instead, because of its fall, I fell into the dangerous situation of walking on thin ice now..
But that being said, even if Gehrman does not believe in the Lord of Hunting at all, he can still glimpse the scene of the fall of the gods in his midnight dream. The broken Kingdom of God, the black light arrows falling from the sky and the wailing of the Lord of Hunting seem to They are all announcing the ominous future of this black disaster..
The bone-gnawing king is not afraid.
But its tenacity alone cannot change the current cowardice and depravity of the group. It must find a way before the overall situation collapses..
“You look troubled, but luckily I have a cure for you.”
A voice suddenly sounded outside the camp.
Those were the words of the shadow elf, which made Gehrman Bone-Gnasher pull out his skull sword with a swipe..
How could shadow elves appear in my camp?？
So this must be an assassin! Those weak halflings dare not block their army head-on. Similar despicable assassinations have been staged many times in the past. An organization called the "Thieves Guild" under the halflings has been recruiting dead soldiers, but they want to rely on The assassination was successful, even the jackals would find it ridiculous to say this.！
“Bang bang”
The sound of the guard falling asleep and falling to the ground made King Bonebiter want to shout for protection, but then he calmed down and sat back on the throne again, leaning on his brutal sword and said in a rough voice：
“Come in, what does it look like to be sneaky? You said you brought good medicine, okay, then let me see what kind of medicine you are selling in the gourd, you uninvited guy..”
“You are worthy of being a legitimate descendant of the King of Bone Grinders. Your courage alone is worthy of the great cause you are performing..”
The slave owner still maintained his polite attitude.
He stepped into King Bonegnasher's camp, and the territory of the Bonegnasher clan was very close to the Eternal Rift, so Gehrman Bonegnaler had dealt with the shadow elves quite a lot. He could tell at a glance the elf's dress in front of him. And the special badge on his chest identified him..
“The warrior chief of the Medjeva family? Gee, that’s amazing.”
The bone-gnawing king said sarcastically.：
“Shouldn't you defend your family and city? But why did I hear that the city of Mejwa was finished? So what exactly are you protecting, Lord Samurai Commander?.”
“It has fallen into such depravity that I would rather rebuild it after a total destruction than defend a worthless regime, which of course is not what I want to talk to you about..”
The slave owner changed the subject somewhat abruptly..
After just learning that his faction was wiped out by Murphy with a God's Scepter, he really couldn't answer the question confidently: "What exactly did he protect?".
Perhaps it was also because of the influence of this incident that the slave owner lost interest in having sex with the jackal chief in front of him. He said very directly：
“I have brought you a way to cure the spiritual plague of your soldiers. They are not as determined as you. Relying solely on personal goals and ambitions is enough to support yourself in living a good life. Life is always not strong enough and requires a spiritual pillar. Now The collapse of their spiritual pillars caused them to lose their courage and will to continue..
The best solution is actually much simpler than you think. Since they need to worship something, then just find a new pillar for them after the death of the Lord of Hunting..”
“Put simply！”
The bone-gnawing king sneered.：
“You should find me a god on this continent who is willing to accept the faith of the jackals! And this kind of conversion of faith does not happen overnight. Guest, if this is the method you can come up with, then I will use the knife in my hand to ask you to leave..
What a waste of my time！”
“Well, this matter does involve something as complicated as faith. I have no intention of analyzing the nature of faith for you and engaging in a fruitless Bible debate with you..
All you need to know is that the Lord of the Hunt has transformed the minds of your warriors, making them weak while becoming strong. When they cannot feel the presence of the gods, they feel as if a piece of their soul is missing..
Therefore, to be precise, this spreading plague of weakness is not so much a matter of faith as it is a lack of call and feedback..”
The slave owner shook his head and said：
“What your soldiers need is not faith, they just long for a response. No god in this world will answer the call of the jackals, but there are many forces outside the world who are willing to answer..
For example, the Lord of Darkness is floating in the star realm, or the nightmare tyrant waiting to wake up from his nightmare in the underground palace of Baphomet, and the old gods who are trapped in the prison of the gods. This is really is a very easy problem to solve.
But I know that you will not allow your soldiers to worship such a weak master.
Therefore, I have brought you the perfect person to talk to, a benefactor who will respond generously to your soul and heart without giving anything from you..
Not only will it respond to your spiritual call and weakness in longing for care, it will even generously give you more power than the Lord of the Hunt can give..
it's called 'original sin'’.”
The slave owner took out a sculpture carved from a strange black crystal from his personal pocket. It was like a strange aggregation of parts taken from all things in the world..
He placed this thing in the air in front of King Bonegnasher, let it float there, and said to Gehrman Bonegnasher：
“You don’t have to believe me. Trust is always expensive, especially for strangers, but you might as well give it a try. Judging from the situation you are facing now, I don’t think there is much time left for you to hesitate..
The most important thing is, if you are already in hell, then you can only pray to the devil for mercy.
It's not a good thing, but it can help you and it will help you.
Isn't that enough?？
Anyway, for a conqueror like you, you have always understood how high the price of victory is. You are more afraid of failure than falling..
In addition, I would like to give you a very personal gift on behalf of Dusk..”
The slave owner took out a potion that exuded amber light from his other pocket and handed it to Gehrman Gnaw. He said：
“elixir”
“？You're kidding, right?？”
The bone-gnawing king sneered.：
“The so-called 'elixir' is just a nonsense legend.！”
“Well, I have a different take on the answer to that question, and maybe when you're in a desperate situation, you'll wish it was more than just a legend..”
The slave owner smiled and said：
“The choice is in your hands. When you encounter the risk of death one day in the future, you can choose to drink it in one gulp, or smash it to the ground and face the cold and tragic death with a brave spirit..
But please remember.
If you use this immortal medicine, it means that you owe us a huge favor. The debt of favor needs to be repaid. You will face a choice, and I believe that by that time, you will make the right choice..
By the way, Marshal Loren is planning an attack on the front line. They will launch a devastating attack on the two marauders you have placed on the flanks in six hours..
That means it may be too late for you to start dispatching troops now. Your intimidation tactics are about to be revealed. Once the other party knows the current situation of the Jackals, the outcome waiting for you will definitely not be good.”
The slave owner pointed to the black crystal sculpture suspended in the air, and placed a pocket watch with a six-hour countdown next to the sculpture. He said softly：
“Ding ding ding, time waits for no one, my Lord Chief. I don’t know how long it will take you to create a miracle, but unfortunately, you only have six hours..
bring it on.
Become a conqueror and shock the world, or become a clown and please the world.”
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