Chapter 13: Magical Powers and the Beginning of Conflict

After watching the elves leave, Rand returned to the altar.

When he sacrificed himself just now, he seemed to feel something, but he was not sure.

Cutting the palm open and offering sacrifice to the goddess of fertility requires blood as a medium. In fact, using pig blood is the same, but the wound will heal after the sacrifice, so it is more convenient to use one's own blood.

Skillfully reciting the sacrificial prayer, Rand arrived at the kingdom of the Mother Goddess.

One of the Mother Goddess's tentacles reached out, with a dazzling ruby ​​wrapped around the tip of the tentacle, which was handed to Rand.

As if compressing endless vitality, this perfect ruby ​​seems to be pulsating with the earth.

Back on the altar, there was an extra line of words on the character panel in front of Rand.

Rand

Gender: Male Ability: Sacrifice Immunity

Blessing 1: Black Goat Mother's Desire (reached limit) Blessing 2: Desire Sharing (7 days temporary) Will: N] (expandable)

Although it was only a brief contact in the Kingdom of God, Rand still roughly understood what the Mother Goddess meant. There were other cultists nearby, and the Mother Goddess wanted him to take something away from this cultist.

Doesn't this mean that he has really become a messenger of God? Now let's see who dares to say that I, Rand, am a fake messenger of God!

However, she did not pursue the matter of Rand fleecing her before. Rand was not sure whether the behavior of this voluptuous goddess was instinctive or rational.

Rand left the sacrificial chamber in a hurry, intending to test out the effect of the temporary ability lent to him by the Mother Goddess.

Serai and Ses, who were wandering at the door of the sacrifice room, saw that the messenger of God was in a hurry and didn't want to disturb him immediately.

They were not in a hurry. They would not forget this grudge in the short term, and the tax collector would not leave the barony in the short term.

Moreover, they had no intention of taking any action on their own and planned to wait for the Lord Messenger of God to return before consulting him.

Rand came out of the hideout. The strange blessing of the Black Goat Mother's Desire brought him prosperous vitality, a strong physique and decent perception.

In his field of vision, he randomly found a hare foraging for food, took aim, and then used his second blessing - Thirst to Share.

At the moment when Rand used his ability, the hare seemed to be frozen for a moment, then suddenly became manic, and after looking around for something to no avail, it rushed towards a tree trunk nearby.

Half an hour later, Rand looked at the bloody lower body of the hare and scratched his head in embarrassment. He finally understood the effect of his will N.

This Black Goat Mother's thirst, when reaching its peak, seems to bring about a strong desire for reproduction.

His willpower exempted him from this side effect, so he still looks like a normal person.

But once this blessing is able to be shared with other lives, beings without sufficient willpower will be overwhelmed by the endless desire to reproduce and lose all reason.

Although in addition to the desire to reproduce, the corresponding enhancement will also be shared, but for those with insufficient willpower, this is obviously still a powerful negative curse.

To put it in the terms of the game, it strengthens the attributes of a unit, but makes the unit uncontrollable, unable to distinguish between friend and foe and with a greatly increased desire to attack.

Divine skill! This is simply a divine skill!

Rand felt that he was now invincible.

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At this time in Tagina Village, everyone looked unhappy after being levied heavy taxes by the Baron's tax collector.

The boot-wearing village chief stood in the middle of the crowd. He was not as humble as before when he knelt down to beg the tax collector to reduce taxes. Now he stood with his back straight, high up, looking down at the villagers around him who were looking up at him.

Seeing that everyone had gathered, he, as the only person in the village who could count, spoke out despairing statistics: "Even if we reduce the food we eat every day by half, we won't survive the summer, let alone wait until the wheat matures in the fall."

There was an uproar in the audience. Although they had no mathematical knowledge, their long life experience told them that what the village chief said was right.

Even if all the food was concentrated and accurately distributed, it would be impossible to survive the summer. In fact, even if we want to survive the spring, which is already halfway through, we have to be frugal.

If they don't prepare early, they will starve to death before the harvest.

The village chief waited quietly for the villagers to talk noisily for a long time before signaling them to be quiet. He continued, "Normal farming can no longer support us, so we need some other methods."

He touched the rough calluses on his hands, which were not only caused by farm work, but also traces left by practicing wielding weapons.

He was originally a bandit, but he retired because of his old age. Then he joined a village, became a villager, and then slowly became the village chief with his own abilities.

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I had wanted to spend my whole life farming in peace, but now it seems that I no longer have this opportunity.

He waved his hand, and a young man who looked very similar to him came over dragging a large bag. He opened the package, revealing a bunch of cold weapons and even a magic crossbow painted with strange patterns, but it seemed to be damaged.

This place is located in the northern part of the continent and belongs to the territory of the Northern Alliance. Although they are not as bloodthirsty as the barbarians in the far north, they are not like the spineless serfs in the far south who have only seen farm tools and never weapons in their lives.

Seeing this scene, they already understood what the village chief wanted to take them to do.

They discussed for a while: "We don't have any means of attacking the city, nor do we have any insiders in the Baron's castle. We have no possibility of threatening the Baron."

"What the hell!" The old village chief said that this was not what he meant at all: "Why should we fight against the strong castle and well-equipped army?"

"What do you mean?" The villagers below were a little confused.

"Aren't there many villages like ours?" said the village chief.

"But aren't they also persecuted by the Baron like us?" asked a young, naive villager.

"Does it matter?" The village chief patiently explained, "We are not the only ones being charged such heavy rent. Now everyone can't survive. If we don't take the initiative, I'm sure we will be attacked by the neighboring villages soon."

"Why don't we strike first?"

"Those who are willing to come with me, come and get weapons." The village chief looked at the villagers below who were still relatively healthy. Since he came to this village and became the village chief, he has worked hard to lead these people to live a better life, so they are still relatively healthy, at least not to the point where they cannot hold weapons.

At this time, this health is a huge advantage. He plans to simply train this group of people and then go to other villages to rob.

As for whether he would be caught and hanged by the lord if he started a bloody conflict between villages without authorization, that was something to be considered later. In any case, a hot-blooded man who could not be frozen by the wind and snow of the north could die in battle, but he must not starve to death.

(End of this chapter)