Sickly lady in wheelchair, but God

It will gently close the eyes of the deceased and pray devoutly for the gods to care for the deceased.

"May the First Fire shine upon you forever."

After doing all this, Shelley's eyes fell on Hedi next to him.

Hedi's body had been gnawed beyond recognition and one could only barely identify its original form.

"Master Priest, this is..."

Shelley nodded: "I know."

This is the tyrant abandoned by the people, this is the blind man following in the footsteps of the first king, this is the tribe's former strongman, this is the warrior who sacrificed himself in exchange for information about monsters, and this is its brother Hedi!

Hedy would not know that from a very young age, he (Shelley) regarded him (Hedy) as his hero, a hero closer to him than his father.

Because when it was bullied, its father would let it exercise well and when the bullies fought back, only Hedi would stand up and help it fight back with curses.

It admires Hedi so much, admires Hedi for running fast, and admires Hedi for saying whatever he wants.

So, when Hedi had a conflict with his extremely tall father, he wanted to do his best to make up for the conflict between them.

Therefore, when Hedi indulges in transcendence and becomes a tyrant who exploits the people, it feels extremely painful.

That night, Hedi suddenly ran to it and said goodbye. It thought Hedi was going to run away. At that moment, the last bit of the image of Hedi in its heart collapsed, and it felt unprecedented disappointment.

Feeling disheartened, it did not tell its mother Hedi about its movements. Instead, after much hesitation, it chose to lead the team to fight the monster itself.

Then, it unexpectedly met Baimu halfway, and learned from Baimu that Hedi learned how monsters infect other people by turning himself into a monster.

"Is this your atonement?"

Shelley was filled with pain.

It had been chasing Hedi, but it never imagined that when it finally caught up with Hedi, it would see such a scene.

Not only it had complicated feelings, but everyone else did too.

The sin of exploiting the people cannot be washed away, but the heroic act of sacrificing oneself to save the tribe cannot be buried.

At this time, no one blamed Hedi, but no one praised Hedi either. There was only silence.

Everyone placed Baimu and Hedi in the rough coffins that were made temporarily.

Then, Shelley broke the silence first.

"Let's destroy those monsters before they break into the tribe."

Its proposal was unanimously approved.

The expeditionary force set out again. Relying on the information brought by Baimu and Hedi, they abandoned close combat and used traps and bows and arrows to deal with the monsters.

Although the monsters were ferocious, they were still flesh and blood after all. They were finally defeated and fell down one after another.

Then, Shelley used the flames from the Ring of First Fire to ignite the haystack, burning the dead monsters to ashes.

When the black fog dissipated, the members of the expeditionary force danced excitedly as they looked at the dark mountaintops.

"Victory!"

"We have survived the crisis once again!"

"God bless you, Chuhuo bless you!"

"Our tribe is invincible!"

Yes.

Victory!

Shelley, wearing the Ring of First Fire, laughed with everyone. He looked so strong, but he fainted while laughing.

It finally reached its limit and could no longer disguise itself.

"Master Priest?!"

All this happened too suddenly, and the laughing crowd suddenly fell into chaos.

They flapped and called, but Shelley still didn't react at all.

Three days later, the expeditionary force carried Baimu, Hedi and Shelley back to the tribe.

Shelley still hadn't woken up, and his body was burning hot, as if it was on fire.

The successful destruction of the monster should have been a happy event, but the deaths of Baimu and Hedi, as well as Shelley's illness, cast a shadow over everything.

The first king had only been dead for over a year, and the priest had only been dead for a month. What would happen if Priest Shelley died at this time?

Everyone saw the Queen of the First King crying as she looked at her son and daughter.

This time, everyone took action.

Not only dead people can be called heroes, and heroes should not always end up with a tragic death.

In the past, it was the heroes who protected them, this time, it is their turn to protect the heroes!

Civilians from the tribe lined up to visit Shelley.

They brought delicious food and also brought unique ways to reduce fever.

At night, they went to the temple to pray, to the gods, to the first king, and to the priests.

During the day, they prayed by the river, at the foot of the mountain, in the fields, in the barns, and in every place where the nursery rhymes passed.

Except for the last time when they followed the First King to the Northern Wall to resist the beast tide, the Ancestral Orc Tribe had not seen such a passionate and united situation for a long time.

Even the nursery rhymes can’t help but be moving.

"Come back, Priest Shelley!"

"God, I am willing to give you my child to return Priest Shelley to you!"

"Woo, Priest Shelley, how can we live without you!"

In the sky, Eve curled her lips as she watched this scene.

"What a bunch of fragile lives. They are dying just because they are sad. How useless."

She has always looked down on the Ancestral Orcs. These past few days, the God has been teasing that stupid bug, which made her temper even worse. She couldn't help but mock him for a moment.

Tong Yao turned her head away: "Eve, you have crossed the line."

Provoked by the cold voice, Eve immediately kowtowed and admitted her mistake.

"God, Eve won't dare to do that again."

Tong Yao didn't say much.

She landed on the ground, walked across the ridge of the field, through the praying crowd, through the gate of Shelley's house, and finally came to Shelley who was lying on the straw mat.

"After resting for so long, it's time to wake up."

The god's white and smooth right hand fell on Shelley's forehead.

The warmth spreads.

In just a breath, Shelley's body temperature returned to normal, and it successfully broke free from the bizarre dream and opened its eyes with a slight tremor.

"Wake up, Priest Shelley is awake!"

The shouts swept across the tribe like waves of wheat.

The joy that had been accumulated since the successful defeat of the monster burst out at this moment, like a mountain and a sea.

43 The Continuation of the Zerg, the Cataclysm

From the day Shelley woke up, the entire Ancestral Orc Tribe entered into a ten-day celebration.

The suffering is gone, and the next era will surely be an era full of hope, right?

The first queen hugged her daughter and cried with joy.

It almost thought that after losing its husband and son, it would also lose its daughter. It never expected that when it cried so hard that it almost lost the ability to take care of itself, the entire tribe stood up for it.

Everyone prayed over and over again, and finally moved the gods, allowing Shelley to hold on on the brink of death.

"Don't do such stupid things again. You are just a priest, not a king. There is no need for you to rush to the front like your father and brother."

"Ah."

Shelley nodded.

It didn't see it with its own eyes, but it felt it all the same.

When in a coma, it is in endless chaos, where it can neither find its way back nor its way out.

Just as it was panicking and frightened, it heard many familiar voices coming from outside.

There are deacons.

There are members of the punitive force.

There is the peasant woman it once cared for.

Everybody is praying for it.

Because of these sounds, it was not completely lost. Also because of these sounds, after a long wait, it felt a familiar warm breath falling on itself.

is God!

He said, “It’s time to wake up.”

Then, in an instant, all the fog in front of its eyes disappeared.

It opened its eyes at an unprecedented speed, trying to find the traces of God, but unfortunately, in the end it saw nothing.

But this time Shelley no longer felt lost and uneasy.

Whether it is because God favors it or because it is awakened by the inspiration of all nations, it shows that it is not a person abandoned by God.

Priest Antoine is right, we just have to have faith and leave the rest to time.

Time is the most cruel, but also the most fair.

Anything that is not buried will reveal its true face after being refined by time!

Although it could not see God today, one day it would go before God again and tell God in person its piety.

The nursery rhyme watched Shelley leave home to thank everyone who prayed for him.

"Faith."

When she saw the cheerful Ancestral Orcs, she thought of Tia.

Even though she had been deprived of her wisdom and had lost her memory, sixty years later, Tia would still take the initiative to get close to her, and would even dance with joy when she touched her head, completely suppressing the violence in her heart.

This is truly a moving power.

Tong Yao changed her mind.

Before leaving the descending state, she came to Tia who was wandering in the mountains again.

Tia, who was catching insects, chopped the insects into pieces with two clicks of a knife when she saw her, then ran happily to her and circled around her.

"Next, don't talk or run around. I will take you to see your mother."

Tong Yao smiled and touched Tia.

Tia stood there obediently.

Mother?

what is that?

It didn't understand, it just knew that it wouldn't be wrong to follow the person in front of it.

Tong Yao led Tia into the Ancestral Orc Tribe. Under the cover of the miracle, no one noticed anything unusual.

Soon, they arrived at the now empty temple.

At the door of the temple, Tong Yao stopped and stretched out her right hand, pointing at the Mother Tree of Life and Wisdom.

"Look, there's your mother."

Tia also stopped, and her eyes followed Tong Yao's finger, finally falling on the lush towering tree.

A breeze blew through the hall.