Recalling Wayne Dunlop's human experiments, Randall nodded and said, "That's right, there were three of the earliest Crusaders, one of whom was Barbara."
The old elven shaman closed his eyes and nodded: "So the rumors are true. I heard that although you are human, you are very close to these three Crusaders. This should be true, right?"
"Yes, these three Crusaders, including Barbara, are my companions, my dearest friends, and my sworn brothers."
The old elven shaman suddenly opened his eyes and growled at Randall, "Then why don't you participate in the purification ritual and join the ranks of the Crusaders?!"
Everyone present was stunned by these words.
Even Barbara turned her head to look at Randall, waiting for his answer.
Randall closed his eyes in anguish, the dream in the thick fog resurfacing in his mind once more.
On that crooked old tree, the body's feet dangled in mid-air, the rope supporting the corpse creaking shrilly.
The mother, who had committed suicide in despair, opened her bloodshot eyes, stared at her child, and screamed, "Why? Why did I give birth to a monster like you?! Why aren't you a normal person?!"
Parricide!
A sense of guilt welled up from the depths of his soul, making Randall tremble and unsteady on his feet. He said in a shuddering voice, "I can't do it."
Upon hearing this answer, Barbara collapsed to the ground, as if all her strength had been drained away.
The old elven shaman turned around and returned to his seat: "Fear of the ritual failing? Fear of the change in form? Never mind, the reason is not important. Your sin is that you refuse the gift of the gods and refuse to purify your soul."
Barbara struggled to her feet, stood in front of Randall, and stared at him, saying, "You've been avoiding our relationship. Whenever I bring up the future, you always laugh and change the subject... Actually, you don't want to be with me at all. Do you think I'm weird? Do you think I'm like a monster?"
Randall shook his head violently in anguish: "No, it's not what you think... I love you, but I'm guilty. I'm not worthy of someone as perfect as you..."
The old elven shaman and the other shamans exchanged glances for a moment, then said, "The matter is already clear. A coward who fears to approach the gods is not worth our trouble in judging him..."
Before the words were even finished, a huge green figure rushed onto the platform and walked straight up to Randall. To everyone's surprise, it delivered a heavy punch to the dejected human!
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