A loyal follower of the Moon Goddess

After solving the problem of the sacrificial garments, the old goblin gave a few instructions and turned to leave the house.

Pika sat in the house in a daze until the dim sunlight sank into the edge of the mountains, the sky deprived of light was stained dark, and the thick clouds stretched out their diffuse outlines. Suddenly, he heard a commotion coming from the door.

It didn't want to pay attention, but it heard the sound getting closer, so it had to get up and look out the window. It didn't matter when it looked, the greenskin's chin hit the window frame with a bang, but it didn't care about the pain at all, and looked outside the door in a trance and disbelief.

Gnomes of all sizes gathered in the square, holding torches. It was not yet time, but the goblins gathered in the square.

The source of everything was the leader standing in the center of the square, facing the goblins and saying something sternly. Beside him were two big goblins, one on the left and one on the right, watching over a person with his head bowed.

The long silver hair shimmered like moonlight, and under the firelight, the whole person was as bright as a glow - no, it was better to say that this strange creature was made of light, from hair to skin, every inch of it was flashing with a very faint stream of light. This made it look like a work of art carved from jade, which was particularly attractive.

Although the person did not raise his head, Pica immediately knew who it was just by the color of his hair. So far, he had never seen anyone else with such a recognizable hair color. For the first time, the goblin was sober. He very calmly put his hand on his chest and confirmed that his heart was still beating. Then he pinched his face hard, and with the pain, Pica realized vaguely that what he saw was not a dream.

Humanity is truly caught.

What to do, what to do, the human has been captured! Pica's mind went blank, and he watched helplessly as the leader reached out and roughly pulled Canaan's hair, forcing him to reveal his face and a pair of pointed ears that were also somewhat transparent, but definitely belonged to an elf.

...long ears?

When he realized what he saw, Pika blinked in confusion and froze for a moment.

When they saw each other's faces, the goblins took a collective breath. The delicate and holy face looked extremely sacred under the light, but the expression was cold and indifferent. The goblins had never seen a real elf, but they knew what the elves looked like.

They talked excitedly for a while, and their exclamations were obviously not out of surprise - what's so good about long ears? They are not as good-looking as the big, strong, capable, and pretty female goblins with green skin like caterpillars in the tribe! Their excitement only came from the fact that the other race was rare, and they might be delicious!

Sure enough, after whispering a few words to the hobgoblin beside him, the leader announced majestically: "This is the will of the beast god. This elf will become one of our meals tonight."

The goblins cheered with astonishing joy. Amid the enthusiastic voices, the elf raised his eyes coldly. If his appearance was originally 90 points, then with the background of a large group of goblins, he had been upgraded to an apostle who had descended from the sky. If there was a textbook for justice, it would definitely be the appearance of this elf. Every word he said was filled with enough integrity to be written into a template, and the listeners could not help but be moved.

"Give up, ugly goblins. The evil gods you worship will eventually be destroyed."

The leader turned around, raised his hand and slapped the elf hard in the face. The latter was hit so hard that his head tilted and his cheeks suddenly became red and swollen. But in almost an instant, the swollen cheeks were restored to their original state under the healing energy. He straightened his direction expressionlessly, and a hint of disgust appeared in the depths of his blue eyes. The round mark on his forehead flashed by, like the bright moonlight.

"I am the elf Canaan, blessed by the Moon Goddess. If you don't let me go, the Goddess will be wrathful."

The leader laughed in anger and slapped him in the face: "What Moon Goddess? Even if all the twelve bastards come over, it won't work. We only have the Beast God here!"

The elf wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and turned his head away stubbornly again.

Pika: “…”

It numbly looked at the former follower of the Goddess of Nature, now the follower of the Goddess of the Moon, who angered all the goblins present with a few words. It swept its eyes across Canaan's forehead twice, and suddenly changed its mind: "Since you are the one who believed in and killed my God's murderer, you deserve to be sacrificed together. You are one of the tributes tonight!"

After saying this, the leader looked at the other party's expression. Seeing that the elf still refused to obey, he immediately felt ashamed and waved his hand to signal his men to take it away, whispering that they must "treat it well".

The two hobgoblins patted their chests and responded to the order without hesitation, dragging the elf down. The latter tried to resist, but due to his severe injuries, he was unable to stop the goblins' violence, so he was dragged all the way down and imprisoned elsewhere. His miserable posture made the goblins watching the show laugh, and his words were full of vulgar discrimination and insults.

Pika looked up at the sky quietly, looking at this group of innocent fellows, and suddenly felt pity.

Pika is a smart goblin, he is not as dumb as these guys. If that human has no plan, Pika is willing to give up a delicious meal of bird and beast meat!

The revelry in the square did not last long. Under the urging of their leader, the goblins dispersed and continued to prepare for tonight's sacrifice. They discussed the unexpected harvest tonight in twos and threes, and all believed that this was the favor of the beast god who was satisfied with this sacrifice, and their faces were filled with happy smiles.

Pica walked around the house and found a suitable position to perform the magic. The waves of magic spread out from it in circles, and the goblin's figure merged into the ground and "swimmed" in the direction where the humans were taken away.

It didn't know where the other party was imprisoned, so it sank to a shallow depth and could vaguely hear the sound on the ground. Although this was more dangerous, Pika still raised his ears and tried hard to catch the sound, fearing that if he was a step late, the human would really be beaten.

The sound of footsteps, goblin conversations, heavy objects being moved, water flowing...

.Amidst many ambiguous sounds, it gradually swam to a quieter place. There was no mournful cry, no scream, no punching and kicking, only a vague voice talking. Pika could not help but float up a little, trying to hear what the other party was saying. The soft and peaceful voice said: "I have a story..."

The goblin jumped out of the ground with a whoosh.

Torches were lit in the house, and the silver-haired young man leaned against the wall. The light hit his face, making his skin pale and translucent. From the perspective, it was like a man who had not yet recovered from a serious injury and was forced into a corner by his enemy, and was about to fight to the death. The two "enemies" standing opposite were as docile as big camels, kneeling on the ground devoutly and docilely, listening quietly to each other's voices.

Seeing the goblin suddenly appear, he did not change his behavior. He just nodded slightly under the other party's suspicious gaze, and the translucent white skin actually flowed down.

It was a layer of delicate pale light, which became thinner and more transparent as it spread. It spread out from the young man, occupying one-third of the room. The hobgoblins bathed in the light looked intoxicated, without worries, sorrow, or pain. They were like praying to the gods, with no distractions, and ignored the pickup truck that crept past them.

Pika looked here and there, then looked at the human whose ears and skin flowed down, revealing the real skin underneath. He shook his head in confusion and said, "Sir, what is this...?"

This is a disguise that I spent an entire afternoon researching. I call it [Heavenly Mimicry]. It's durable and useful. Would you consider buying one?

Mason pursed his lips, thinking of the pain from being beaten just now. He couldn't find the right words to explain to the other party how much energy he had wasted in the whole afternoon. The sense of crisis of insufficient energy caused his adrenaline to burst out. He first added a BUFF through the Leaves of the World Tree, and then spent all his experience in shaping people in his past and present lives to create an "elf coat" for Canaan with great effort.

The only drawback is that you can't use it too much, otherwise once your attention is distracted, you will find yourself surrounded by a group of quick-made fanatics because the energy purity is too high. The two sluggish hobgoblins in the house are tragic victims.

But their abnormalities are far more than that. Mason sighed softly in his heart. For the convenience of the future, he did not deal with this matter for the time being. Pica was confused, but it did not prevent him from showing admiration: "You are amazing, sir!"

Mason shook his head and ignored the other party's flattery: "Did you know that there is an altar to the beast god on the side of the mountain?"

Pica thought about it for a while and actually nodded: "That is an abandoned altar, which was found in the mountains by the goblin tribe in the past. It can enhance the power of the totem pole, but the power of the altar cannot spread to this totem pole, and there are no other totems nearby, so it is useless now."

"I didn't explain it to you in detail when we met today, but there is a problem there now."

Mason concealed his identity as a craftsman and told him in detail what happened. Pica became more and more stunned as he listened. He never thought that things had become so dangerous. Mason continued to ask: "How much do you know about sacrifices?"

Pika was a little ashamed. "It was the sacrifice chosen by the chief. Pika didn't know what it was. The time of sacrifice was when the moon passed overhead. All the goblins in the tribe would gather in front of the totem pole to pray. The priest would kill the prey, and the chief would smear the blood of the killed prey on the totem pole. When the goblins had divided the remains of the prey, the sacrifice was over."

"About an hour..." Mason calculated quickly. "Go back first and don't arouse suspicion. During the ceremony, replace the knife with the dagger I gave you."

Pica nodded, realizing the seriousness of the situation. After Mason repeatedly warned him, the goblin set off on his journey home with a heavy heart. When the house became quiet again, the silver-haired young man looked at the two big goblins in the house and sighed again.

He hooked his fingertips, and thin black mist flowed out from the surface of the hobgoblins' skin, and was instantly absorbed into new energy. The hobgoblins stared at him intently, their expressions full of enthusiasm. Little did they know that their cracked skin and muscles had already been corroded by the black mist.

Like a clay doll that looks intact on the outside, but is occupied by something else deep inside. From beginning to end, these hobgoblins can't even be considered alive.

If Mason had absorbed the mist that kept them moving, he would have fallen to the ground and shattered. This was hard to explain when two hobgoblins were needed to carry the sacrifice out.

Mason leaned against the wall and spoke in a soothing tone, maintaining the energy at a level that was just enough to affect the opponent without killing the two hobgoblins.

"Let me tell you another story..."

Those were bizarre and terrifying stories that could only be born in the deepest nightmares of mankind, describing the future end of this world. Any one of them was enough to trigger the thunder and wrath of the twelve gods involved. Mason had experienced it several times on his way here, and the wounds were still aching.

But this time, no matter how many he mentioned, there was nothing unusual except that the corresponding wounds on his body suddenly hurt while he was describing them.

There was no divine punishment, no accidents, and even the night wind was gentle and soothing.

The eyes of the gods seemed to be ineffective here, and no one could see what was happening here. There was only a safe area in the mountains, where the black and gray bird beasts lay tiredly on the ground, combing feathers with their companions.

When Mason was telling a story, it suddenly looked in the direction of the goblin tribe, and a hint of human emotion emerged in its pupils.

"Huh?"

The oriole tilted its head in confusion.