Chapter 927 Gretel: So what I took was the Tang Monk script?
The strong, fishy smell of deer blood hit your face.
Grete took a step back with an ugly expression.
This is deer blood! Deer blood! Why should you give it to him? It is said that deer blood...the ingredients...the effect is so...
His body is only in his early 20s! And he is a half-elf in his early twenties! If you look at the adult age of an elf, maybe he is still a cub!
Why should he drink this thing?
And when he was just making deer blood, he saw some unknown powder put in the birch bowl. Stirring, stirring, stirring, some of it had already floated to the surface!
Time was running out, and he didn't have time to throw away the identification technique. Judging from the smell and color alone, he blindly guessed that there were various spices, various fungi, and many herbs... Even if it was not poisonous, was there any hallucinogenic component in it?
Is there any ingredient that can increase heart rate and blood circulation?
Is there something... that is more difficult to describe?
The words of rejection rolled on his lips. Then, he saw the great shaman of the reindeer tribe opposite, holding a bowl, and his expression turned ugly.
"Dear guest," although he tried his best to remain polite, his wrinkled old face was still visibly covered with doubt:
"Don't you want to accept the gift of the Deer God? Don't you want to share the Deer God's blessings with our fellow tribesmen and let us become brothers?"
Brother God... Gretel's mind was wandering, and it suddenly occurred to him that eating gods is not exclusive to indigenous people...
The most famous one is that in the Holy Communion of a certain religion in the past life, didn’t red wine replace the divine blood and unleavened bread replace the divine body?
Everyone is a god of food, no one is more civilized than the other.
Thinking this way, he immediately felt calm and his blood pressure dropped by 20 millimeters of mercury. He took half a step back, raised his head, and smiled calmly at the Great Witch Festival:
"Ah... you also saw it when we came here just now. I have a partner beside me, the white deer who can cast healing spells. With him here, it is impossible for me to drink deer blood like this. This will make him
Not happy."
The Great Witch Festival was stunned for a moment, subconsciously turned his head to look outside, and then turned back. He observed Gretel carefully and nodded slowly:
"I see sincerity in your eyes. Those who will keep the white deer as their companion are naturally our brothers... Then, please do as you please."
Grete breathed a sigh of relief and took two more steps back. He raised his head, raised his gaze, quietly triggered [Detection Magic], and looked above the tribal settlement:
Amidst the praises to the Deer God, when the soldiers raised their wooden bowls and poured down bowls of steaming deer blood, when the old and weak women and children scooped up pieces of cooked venison and feasted with laughter.
…
In the sky, there are wisps of mist, condensing into a ball of bright brilliance. Look carefully, the veins outlined by those light strands seem to really look like a four-legged animal with horns?
Are you the Deer God?
Is it the totem beast or animal spirit that this tribe has always worshiped and enshrined?
Grete extended his mental power and tried hard to communicate with the fluorescent light in the air. Try to be as light and gentle as possible, like ripples blown by the breeze, and hit the fluorescent light:
What is your origin? Is it a certain monster raised by this tribe?
Or was it a magical beast that once roamed around the tribe, and then its spirit was worshiped and enshrined, eventually developing into what it is now?
Or is it just the imagination and expectations of the reindeer tribe that shaped you now?
The night wind was gentle and the starry sky was silent. The ripples of Gretel's mental power gently tapped on the fluorescent light, but it only made some nodes of the light filament slightly brighter and did not stimulate any feedback. He concentrated on communicating for a long time.
Only then sighed:
"well……"
It seems like the communication was unsuccessful... Is this beast spirit not smart enough, or am I not finding the right method?
"hold head high"
Outside the settlement, in the wilderness, a high-pitched neighing sound suddenly sounded. Gretel immediately followed the sound. Under the starry sky, Appa raised his front hooves high and stood up. His bright eyes were fixed on the light group above:
"hold head high"
The voice that only the same kind of people can understand was heard high in the night sky. Amidst the call, the light group above the settlement became brighter and brighter, and finally, it unfolded its handsome figure.
That's a deer.
Like Appa, it is also a white deer, a huge white deer. But the shape is not exactly the same, especially the shape of the antlers:
It is not like Apa, who first tries his best to spread out to both sides, and then branches upward one by one, but sticks out diagonally upward, in all directions, and branches around the main branch...
The top of each branch is dotted with light, colorful vines and flowers.
It lowered its head and looked at Appa with its gentle, almond-shaped eyes, as if looking at its long-lost brother or beloved son. Its hooves stepped gently in the void, circle, circle, and circle, surrounding Appa.
, the more you run, the closer you get.
Finally, it stood empty in the air, lowered its horns, and connected with Appa's horns. The vines and flowers on the deer spirit also spread out one after another, falling on the Silver Moon Deer, and entering its body silently.
"Deer God..."
"Deer God..."
On the ground, old, childish, crisp, and rich, all kinds of exclamations came and went. But the Silver Moon Deer just lowered its head, and a brilliant silver light gradually appeared on the snow-white fur.
"O man blessed by the Deer God!"
"Also, the spiritual deer blessed by the Deer God..."
Grete raised the corners of his lips slightly on the high ground next to him. He couldn't say whether it was a spiritual deer blessed by the Deer God, but Apa had taken advantage of this and seemed to be advancing...
Grete, who used the emperor to command the princes, no, the spirit deer to command the natives, also received a large amount of benefits. Not only did he gain greater freedom of movement, he was also given a large number of gifts: herbs, minerals, amber, and furs.
Gretel quickly calculated the price, and found it was much less than the cost of more than a dozen [disease removal], so he silently accepted it with a smile.
In addition to various thank-you gifts, the reindeer tribe also presented a short antler with only one fork at the Great Witch Festival.
"These are the new antlers that the stag grows in spring." Dashaji took it upon himself to wrap a rope made of deer tail hair around the antlers and tie a complicated knot:
"This kind of antlers can call upon the life force of the deer god to heal injured and weak compatriots. After our prayers and blessings, any witch priest will know that you are our friend..."
Gretel accepted it with a dull face. Before he could do anything, the Great Witch Priest had already stepped forward, flew his hands, and tied the antlers to the head of the oak staff:
From the top of the oak stick downwards, there are punched pottery pieces sent by the Red Stone Tribe and a birch bark box given by the White Birch Tribe, and attached to the bottom are the deer antlers. They jingled like a string of wind chimes, dangling on the tip of the stick.
swing.
...Very good, I have collected three gifts that represent "this is a friend". Gretel looked at the bunch of gifts and suddenly felt a little confused:
If I walked all the way and collected the same thing from each tribe, wouldn't it be possible for the string of gifts to hang directly to the ground in the end?
Or should he get a bag just for these things?
No, maybe what he needs is a customs clearance document. When he passes a tribe, he will have someone stamp a stamp on it... So, is it the Tang Monk script I got?
Well, walking from the east coast to the west coast is indeed almost the same as traveling to the west...
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