Beast God

Passing through the dark and deep jungle, walking through places that have long been unvisited, Mason learned a lot of knowledge about wilderness survival from Pica, including but not limited to how to find water sources, accommodation, how to avoid powerful monsters and how to find edible food. It is hard not to sigh that the ability of creatures to survive when faced with difficulties is indeed strong.

Of course, there were dangers along the way, but Mason had learned to be smart. He no longer just talked about taboos, but began to expand the scope of the story: when he talked about the polluted black mist that filled the night, it was as if a real darkness enveloped them. After the monster's wailing was swallowed by silence, Mason's back was left with an indelible whip mark. When he talked about the collapse of the major elemental interfaces, the elemental wave suddenly rioted, killing the monster without a burial place, and also carved a deep bone-breaking wound on Mason's shoulder, and tiny elemental crystals appeared in his flesh and blood...

The monsters are connected to each other. After being destroyed by sudden divine powers several times, they finally realized that someone they couldn't afford to offend had entered the forest. After a message transmission process that humans couldn't understand, the monsters that met Mason later would honestly choose to give way after confirming his appearance.

After the second wound healed, Mason accidentally discovered new writing on the leaves of the World Tree: "After the Moon God, the other gods gradually discovered the difference in Canaan. They admired his excellence, but the dignity of the gods should not be offended. After punishing this arrogant human, they left their eyes on him."

So, except for the Moon God, all of you gods use wounds to prove your favor? Although it is an extreme measure, it is not necessary to do so. After trying four different degrees of divine punishment, Mason finally found that the Moon God is the most friendly. He would only drop an arrow-like moonlight from the sky when he said that the moon is an eye and the clouds are rotten meat, but the injuries he suffered were usually just aftereffects.

Pica went from panicking at first to being confused and numb later, but now he can run over after the divine punishment is over and treat Mason quickly and efficiently. Every time he sees the goblin's expression, Mason feels that the image of himself in the goblin's mind may be closer to that of a mental patient.

There was nothing that could be done about it. Just because no one had entered the depths of the Dark Forest for many years, it was clear how many dangers were hidden there. Pica was able to get out because these monsters had no interest in the goblins. Even if the four kinds of favors provided energy at the same time, they could not match the high-level monsters that dominated the area. Mason had no choice but to resort to this last resort and "entrust" God's Punishment to deal with the danger for him.

Sometimes he felt that he was too reckless, but this was a story - the protagonist would not die before the story was over. The young man's fingers brushed the surface of the wooden box, his eyes cast into the depths of the dense forest, and his steps forward were still firm.

At the cost of blood and adventure, half a month later, the two finally walked out of the dark forest. The extreme of exploration, the forbidden land for humans. At the end of the forest is a lush grassland, and the majestic and towering mountains can be vaguely seen in the distance. It spans the horizon, magnificently occupying everyone's vision. The silver-haired young man looked up and saw layers of pure white clouds lingering between the mountains.

A bird-shaped monster with wings on its back flew through the sky, and only its shadow flashed across the grass. The gentle breeze and air that hit us were refreshing, and the lush green grass was buried up to our heels.

Mason gathered up his cloak. His original white robe had long been destroyed in the fire and lightning. This was a relic from his ancestors that he had collected from the collection of the monsters. After cleaning it, it was put to use again.

"Your tribe is on that mountain?"

Mason looked at the distance between the mountain and the grassland, and wondered if the short legs of the goblins could handle such a difficult task. Pika held his neck high: "It's right there! Pika's tribe is the most powerful goblin tribe here, and we have the legacy of the Beast God!"

In ancient times, goblins created a glorious civilization under the protection of the beast god. Among them were powerful giant warriors and goblin sorcerers who could drive beasts. They were good at integrating the blood of all creatures into their own bodies and creating terrible soldiers. But greed was the original sin in their bones. They stole the power of the gods and were punished by the angry gods. Their blood degenerated and turned into the weak and cowardly greenskins they are today. The beast god also died in a frenzy during the dispute, and his power was divided up by the latter. His shadow can be seen in many of the twelve gods.

This is why the goblins have such a large population, but no god will accept their beliefs. These races that betrayed the gods will be abandoned. But in some tribes with a long history, there will always be a trace of heritage left. Mason became interested: "What did you inherit?"

Pika shook his head like a rattle: "This is the tribe's secret. Pika cannot tell outsiders. You can't get close to the tribe. If they find you, they will definitely kill you!"

Mason didn't care. If he could make sure that Pika could live out the rest of his life here, he might go back earlier. Seeing that the human didn't change his mind, Pika started to talk: "You have to live on the grassland, not near that mountain. Pika can bring you some food. If you want to live safely here, you must remember a few requirements."

"You cannot kill or harm other goblins near this mountain. This will cause disputes and you will be sacrificed to the beast god."

"Don't let other goblins find you. They are hostile to humans. Especially the trolls with bad tempers. You'd better stay away from them."

"Finally, do not mention the name of the Beast God here. Any creature that mentions his name will go mad and die in despair, just like the Beast God!"

At the end, Pica's expression was very serious. For the goblins in the tribe, this is the principle they will be taught from birth to death. Mason's heart moved when he heard it, and he looked carefully at the vast beauty in the distance.

Pica, who was already familiar with his expression, shuddered and quickly repeated: "You will really die! The goblins in the tribe who violated this taboo disappeared into the darkness one day and never came back. Don't ever say his name!"

"Don't be nervous. Even if I miss Him, I don't know His name." Mason smiled at him and walked into the grass. "Let's go. It's still a long way to the tribe. I need to find a secluded place around there as a place to stay."

The kind words of comfort had no effect. Pica followed his steps somewhat restlessly, muttering in his heart.

The dead gods naturally did not leave their names, as their names had long been erased by the existing gods in the past. But in the center of the tribe, there stands a huge totem column. Everyone who sees it will understand what is engraved on it: it is a statue of the god, the name of the god, and the representative of the god. It is a mysterious artifact secretly made by the ancient goblin kingdom in order to steal the power of the beast god. With its blessing, the goblins will become more powerful. Therefore, the totem column is always heavily guarded.

What is it thinking? Pika smacked his lips and quickly threw away the thought. If you want to know the name of God, you must look at the totem pillar with your own eyes. Humans can't even climb the mountain, let alone see the divine object?

So there must be no accidents! Why would someone travel thousands of miles to commit suicide?

Thinking of his past experiences, the goblin couldn't help but remain silent again.

...Uh, probably, probably not.

......

Mason didn't know what the other person was thinking. If he knew, he would probably prove his innocence immediately.

Although he was somewhat interested, this interest was not enough to maintain the stability of the story development. If possible, he still wanted to finish this story as soon as possible.

With this thought in mind, Mason followed the goblin's footsteps and trudged across the grassland without distraction.

"We goblins are descendants of the beast god. When he died, his blood spurted onto the land and evolved into this grassland. His bones turned into gold and iron, and his body became mountains. Therefore, the powerful goblin tribes live in the mountains, and only the weakest goblins live in the grassland."

Safe and hidden shelter, stable food, and sufficient water.

After ranking the priorities, the two avoided the goblin colony and spent several days to find a suitable place to camp near a narrow tributary. The gurgling water was hidden in the grass, and the water surface was almost invisible. This is also the reason why goblins rarely appear. After building a simple temporary camp. Pica took off the mask on his face and handed it to Mason. Looking at the mountains in the distance, he muttered a little nervously.

"When Pika left the tribe, it was the high priest who showed Pika the way. He said that Pika could leave here, and if it was difficult to survive outside, he could come back at any time. The tribe would be Pika's permanent home."

"But Pika couldn't make enough contributions, and the hobgoblins wouldn't let him return home. Now he's rich! He can prove his worth, and he'll be accepted by everyone!"

The greenskin carefully took out a heavy purse from his arms, the one he had picked up from the mercenary leader's body. Putting it together with the wealth he had accumulated through his daily thriftiness, even the most powerful goblin would be tempted.

This amount of money was enough for it to gain the attention of a certain hobgoblin or even the high priest. The hobgoblin showed an excited smile: "Just stay here, Pika will come back to see you! The high priest is very good to Pika, Pika can go home now!"

"As long as you can live well, you don't have to come."

The silver-haired young man's calm voice broke the goblin's excitement. The goblin came back to his senses from his expectation of returning to the tribe, smiled awkwardly, and quickly put away his purse. After saying goodbye, he ran excitedly towards the mountains.

Mason watched the greenskin's back gradually blend into the vast grassland until it completely disappeared. He tied his long hair loosely into a knot with a rough method that made people cry, rolled up his sleeves and began to pull out the weeds.

What’s the use of a priest blessed by the gods? Even if all the twelve gods bless him, he still has to move bricks by himself in this deserted grassland.

Ten minutes later, Mason, who failed to ignite the fire again, looked at the motionless dry grass in front of him. After being silent for more than ten seconds, he finally succumbed to the laziness and ignorance of modern people and sighed in frustration.

This era without lighters is really despairing. On the first day after leaving the goblins, I thought about it again and again.

After desperate repeated attempts, the silver-haired young man found nothing.

The pages of the book in the box turned silently to a new page.