Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 388 Faith is just forgetting the truth

The wind stopped.

The lost wildebeest let out a whine, raised its hooves clumsily, and rushed to the distance with all its strength.Its bloody and sweaty body traversed the waist-high long grass, leaving a tear-stained path across the field.

Edwin watched the wildebeest run farther and farther until it finally shrank into a black spot at the junction of the grass and the blue sky. Then he lowered his head and removed his palm from his lower abdomen.

When the force exerted by the palm was removed, a spring of blood rushed out from the wound in his lower abdomen, pooled down along his hard leather leg armor, and finally penetrated into the soil under his body.

Edwin looked down at his lower abdomen, hesitating for a moment, but in the end he didn't use his trembling hands to continue to press the horrible laceration.

Because, it's useless anyway.

"Teacher." Andrea called softly.

Edwin sighed softly, and turned his head to look at his second disciple——"Shuang Xin"'s face was as handsome as usual, with a unique androgynous beauty, but this exquisite face like a sculpture had been extremely overwhelmed at this time. Grief and despair overwhelmed me.

"Has Saiyatis not come back?" Edwin ignored the injury on his lower abdomen, lying on his back on the ground, the edge of his ear touched the cool grass with dew, feeling itchy, "Nikulus? Tonga ? Sacchilio?"

"They didn't come back." Andrea replied in a place where Edwin couldn't see, his voice carried the kind of emotion that Edwin didn't like, that was completely out of control, "Teacher, this time..."

"This is life." Edwin said lightly, letting the power in his body flow away from his abdomen with the blood.

At this very moment, on the land soaked in his blood, the blades of grass that were fortunate enough to be irrigated by his plasma are growing, flourishing, blooming, bearing fruit at an unbelievable speed, and then withering and withering quickly. In ten seconds, I experienced my whole life as a plant;
And when a blade of grass completes its journey of life and turns into powder, within a second, a new blade of grass will take root and sprout on the spot, continuing the ruthless cycle of life.

The power of the gods could have made life easier, not to mention the blood shed by a dying god before he died.

"Teacher..." Andrea called again.

"Haha. You look like a dog, Andrea, a lost dog." Edwin shook his head and laughed, almost imagining the surprised expression of "Shuangxin" who was out of his sight. "Here, have you seen these grasses? Ordinary people rise and fall, do you think gods are an exception? Those tribal people shouted 'Long live the God of War', Andrea, don't you take it seriously?"

The second apostle under the God of War, "Frostheart" Andrea, fell into a long silence.

After a long time, he lowered his head and whispered to Edwin:
"But, teacher, if you...if you are like this..."

Edwin snorted, but the corners of his mouth also raised a cold arc.He looked up to the blue sky and sneered:
"Don't worry, the life of the God of War is not so cheap..."That" hurt me like this, how much did I pay? Don't worry, Andrea, even though my spirit has returned to the void, I still have to pay for it after quite a while. , For quite a long time, he will not come to you, and the troubles of the children."

Andrea nodded sadly.

Perhaps, in the heart of "Shuang Xin", it doesn't matter what happens to all the creatures including himself. All he cares about is his teacher.

But the world is full of sweat, and there will be a difference.

Now the teacher is leaving too.

Edwin was lying in the long grass that was withered in a blink of an eye, smiling, and said in a light tone:
"Andrea, take the children out of here and go to the east of the Dusty Mountains... The Mother Goddess has fallen, and the remaining days of the Elven Empire are numbered. You have to take the orcs to the east of the mountains and don't disturb the emeralds. The garden' is the muddy waters of the land of right and wrong - here the future belongs to the sons of the moon god, and those, huh, 'human' territories."

"Yes." Andrea responded in a low voice, "but... teacher... you... you, should I tell the children?"

This time, Edwin, who always had a cynical expression, was also silent for a few seconds.

"Tell the children, tell every orc in every tribe..." Edwin opened his mouth, enjoining slowly but solemnly, "...'God of War' Edwin left and disappeared into the wilderness, but God of War Not dead, when my children encounter disaster and danger again, I will return from the vast wilderness as a traveler from a foreign land."

"You...will you?" Andrea asked with difficulty.

"I won't." Edwin laughed because of "Shuangxin"'s innocence, "If you die, you are dead. How can there be any reason to reappear?"

Andrea shook her head sadly and said:
"Since that's the case, why bother to deceive those children and give them false hopes..."

"Because they need a 'God of War' that will never disappear." Edwin said calmly, "Among all the races on the mainland, the orcs should not be the wanderers who lost the protection of the Lord God. Yes, after I die, Edwin The power of my will be gone...their shamans will no longer be able to harness the elements with warsongs, and all their prayers and offerings will be returned to nothing...but they cannot think that I am dead. A race without gods and faith cannot go far The—look at the elves today, Andrea."

Having said that, Edwin gently closed his eyes and said:

"On the east side of the Dusty Mountains, build a temple dedicated to me, so that the children will remember my existence. You can do this, Andrea?"

"Frost Heart" Andrea nodded, with a bitter expression:
"can."

"Very well, let's go then, go and stay with the children, don't waste time with a dying god." Edwin still closed his eyes, and said softly, "One day, you will die too, Oh, Andrea, in the hearts of children, you will be the one who died before me."

"And you, my teacher, you are... eternal. I will do this." Andrea solemnly promised, then stood up, left Edwin on the ground and walked into the distance.At first, Andrea hesitated to go, and wanted to look back several times, but in the end, he chased the lost wildebeest and disappeared on the horizon of the wilderness.

Behind "Frostheart" Andrea, where he couldn't see, a huge rose soaked in blood was quietly blooming on the body of God of War Edwin.

bloom forever.

……

When Calvino Spiritual Master finished reading the last word recorded on the wall, the entire occupied hall of the temple fell into a dead silence.

The elf apprentice of the spiritual master held the huge red cloth that concealed the shocking secret in his hand, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Xia Houyan stared blankly at the passage on the wall that hadn't seen the light of day for a thousand years, tilted his head, and didn't speak.

And Eldridge, who was still eating the blood tofu hot pot just now, was also looking at this side with a dumbfounded expression, and he didn't even realize that the hot pot soup had spilled out.

It took Master Victor Laurie more than ten seconds to regain his language function, and stammered:
"War... God of War is dead? Thousands of years ago... died?"

The spiritual master swallowed, and replied dryly:
"According to the records on the wall, it seems... yes."

"Cocoa cocoa..." Master Laurie's lips trembled unceasingly, like an Internet addiction patient who had just received treatment, "But...how could it be? The orcs in the Federation...for 1000 years, have been believing in a...that has been A dead god?"

"This may explain why their high-ranking priests covered this screen wall with red cloth..." The master of spiritual songs said slowly while thinking, "After all, in the official propaganda of the shamanism, the God of War does not He died, but disappeared alone in the wilderness, and as the records say, one day he will 'return from the vast wilderness as a traveler from a foreign land'..."

"But on the other hand, if there is no belief in the God of War, how can these green-skinned orcs now unite and establish a country, and finally compete with the empire and the demons?" Master Laurie said with emotion, "The reason why the God of War let 'Frost Xin' concealed the news of his death, perhaps because he expected the infinite power of faith..."

Everyone sighed again.

"Wait! Isn't this right?" Xia Houyan suddenly became excited and found a serious problem, "After the death of a god, wouldn't his power dissipate? Master Lingge, look at the record on the wall, God of War died before he died. I also said that after my own death, 'their shamans can no longer use the warsong to control the elements'... But now, aren't the orc shamans still using the warsong power as usual?"

Both Master Spirit Song and Master Laurie were shocked by the Lord Lord's question.

Xia Houyan stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, sorting out the current information in his heart:

If the secret text recorded on this screen wall is true, then Edwin, the "God of War" worshiped by the orcs, actually died a thousand years ago, belching and catching a cold;
But the problem is, today, thousands of years later, the orc shaman is still using the power of the war song that belongs to the god of war!
If the god of war is dead, where did the powers used by the shamans come from?
And more importantly...

How did God of War die?

Regardless of how a "god" hiccups, but judging from the records on the screen wall of the Blood Temple, the god of war Edwin obviously did not die normally, but more like he died of serious injuries in battle. It was only after the entrustment with "Frostheart" Andrea that I got up!

But... who has such a great ability to kill a god alive?
You must know that in the mythology of the empire, even the Supreme Holy God, after the end of the "Battle of the Gods", only sealed a few taboo gods such as the God of Death and the God of Plague, and was powerless to drive them out!

In the short-sentence record on the screen wall, God of War once mentioned a "that person" before he died-no matter how you look at it, this person is probably the culprit of God of War's death...

But who the hell is "that one"?

Xia Houyan walked back and forth a few steps with his head down, feeling more and more irritable while feeling clueless.

Since crossing, from the infected area to the land of broken souls, his biggest goal in life is to lead the people like the Igor family to find a place to settle down. It is best to create an empire with a strong military and a prosperous economy. nothing more than a special zone;

But since "Spring in Rock Creek City", the big brother Yan Wangye suddenly ran over to pick revolutionary peaches, and dug out a "Death God's Leg Bone" from the underground of Rock Creek Castle, he had a feeling in the dark , as if those who were out of reach in the past, about the gods, the other side and religion, suddenly had a connection with Shuangfengling...

This kind of feeling made Xia Hou, a materialist, very unhappy.

Of course, the other Frost Maple Ridges in the Blood Temple may not have the inner struggle of the boss—perhaps, for the natives of Haiwen mainland, it would be fun to discuss some gossip about the gods.

For example, Master Laurie said awe-inspiringly almost immediately:

"Then let's put it this way... the high-level shaman co-authored by the Federation have been covering the truth about the God of War to deceive the orc people? In fact, the God of War has died long ago, but they are still trying to make it appear that the God of War still exists in the world... Damn, cooperating with those zombie shaman broadcasts on our roof, are you really fucking innocent?"

"Interesting..." Spiritual Master squeezed his chin and said, "If we can make the records on this screen wall public... it should be a big mental blow to those orcs outside..."

The surrounding Shuangfengling people all shuddered.

Or say you can’t mess with literati—Don’t look at Calvino, the master of spiritual songs, who usually looks gentle and refined, and is busy writing his book "Southward Journey". The malevolence of the molecule is laid bare:
God is sorry, in the orc country with a strong religious atmosphere in the Glorious Federation, every orc, from commoners to chiefs, is a loyal believer of the great God of War!

If the truth of "God of War is dead" is directly broadcast to the whole city by the zombie shaman upstairs, then the news will be as heavy as telling a group of college students that Kong Laoer is actually a flower picker, and telling Jian Zhengren The key point is actually the FBI, telling Guan Ren Chi that the woman in the leather sheath they pushed is actually a big man who picks his feet!
——This is a real cultural bomb capable of causing the collapse of beliefs!

In a blink of an eye, Calvino, the master of spiritual songs, who is as famous as the two writers of Frost Maple Ridge with Bob Brook, has begun to think in his mind, how to concoct a powerful and interesting article that can bring down the belief in God of War. The human declaration of the altar came out——

The master of spiritual songs even planned at the speed of seven steps into a poem and a thousand words on a horse. This manifesto to reveal the truth should start with "A ghost, a ghost of the belief in the god of war roams the great plains of Dolores" and end with " Let's look at today's mainland, who owns the world." End.

However, just as the elven magister was still chewing on words for the broadcast draft, the lord who had been silent for a long time suddenly raised his head and said lightly:
"Put that red cloth back on."

The master of spiritual songs was a little dumbfounded, and he said:

"Lord, lord... such an explosive truth, shouldn't we make it public right away?"

"Of course not...at least not for the time being. Once the truth is announced, its value will be equal to zero." Xia Houyan sneered, "Master Lingge, only those cards that have been left in the hand and have not been played are the most popular ones." Scary, the real ace!"

The master of spiritual songs nodded ignorantly.

Speaking of playing cards, he vaguely remembered that when he was in Frost Maple Ridge, the lord once won the championship in the Marne Card Competition in the land of cracking souls.

(End of this chapter)