Chapter 19 A Restless Night
The devil's whispers echoed in Lynch's ears, but Lynch did not respond.
As long as you respond, whether it is questioning or agreeing, you will fall into the trap of thinking.
Although Lynch likes challenges, that doesn't mean he is happy to be the hound of the Blood God.
That's just the dog of the Dark Mighty! He has no choice but to act like a clown on stage, amusing the four Dark Lords, driven by various factors.
In fact, all living beings in the mortal realm are no longer in control of themselves.
Whether intentional or unintentional, whether for honor or simply a love of slaughter, all battles are nourishment dedicated to the Blood God.
Do you think you are offering sacrifices to the Blood-Handed God Cain? Or the White Wolf God Ulric? Or the Serpent God Sotek? Do you think you are guarding the borders under the command of the Dragon Emperor and dedicating your life to the Dragon God? Are you purifying heretics under the guidance of Sigmar? Are you worshipping your ancestor Grimnir? Are you praising the goddess of war Myrmedia?
No! All killings are ultimately directed at the Blood God! He is a collection of wars. Whether it is a positive or negative battle, the gods you serve will benefit, but the one who benefits more is the Blood God Khorne! This is a despairing fact, but Lynch doesn't care. If he seriously dwells on it, he will get closer to darkness step by step.
Just be yourself and let the Blood God rage on his Brass Throne.
The ancient saints deprived the Lizardmen of the right to think freely in order to resist this deep despair.
Lynch didn't care. At most he would just die. If he succumbed to the dark power, death would become a luxury.
In other words, when the power of darkness casts its gaze upon you, death is far from you! You will be tested, shaken, and finally thrown into darkness.
Lynch doesn't want to know the future, he just needs to do everything he should do now.
The past cannot be changed, and the future is as unpredictable as the Lord of Change, so why add to your own troubles?
He could let the devil set a shady trap, no matter how dirty it was, Lynch would not regret it, nor would he waver.
Being able to live another life is already a great reward, and Lynch doesn't want to worry about how bad this life will be.
The sound of war in his ears finally disappeared, and Lynch watched in silence as the lizard lit the bonfire.
By the campfire, the dwarves were hammering away at the armor stripped from the undead, performing simple forging.
Lynch did not pray to any god, asking them to take him away from the attention of the Blood God.
This kind of prayer is a sign of weakness.
All Lynch had to do was wait for the storm to come, then go through it and disperse it.
What doesn't kill him will only make him stronger.
The hunting lizards brought back more than a dozen huge pliosaurs, and the huge bite marks on the pliosaurs proved that Romon made great contributions to this.
After washing it clean, cut the dragon into small pieces with a stone dagger.
The stenkers were surrounding the huge bonfire, and only the small area occupied by the dwarves was not covered with strips of meat pierced by sticks.
Lynch looked at this scene with some anticipation. He hadn't eaten normal food for a long time, although in the eyes of lizard people, insects were normal food.
The rich aroma of meat filled the air beside the crackling fire, causing the dwarves who were forging iron to slow down their movements.
The dwarves struck iron sheets and sang sonorous songs praising their ancestor Granni.
This deity is the dwarven god of mining and smithing.
From time to time, the Skinks would take out roasted meat, sprinkle it with spices that other Skinks had foraged from the jungle, and then bring it closer to the fire.
The skunks have clear division of labor, and their occupations are determined when they are born.
In the clear swamps surrounding the temple-city, different species of Skinks were hatched.
They have relevant professional knowledge engraved by the ancient saints in their minds, and their body structure is more suitable for work in this field.
For example, fishermen and skin lizards that specialize in fishing will have more aquatic characteristics, making them more suitable for water activities.
Scribes engraved various events that happened today on copper plates, although these records would mostly be lost in the wild once they were away from the city.
Only when the herd passes through a city do the Skinks have a chance to hand over the records to their brethren in the city's archives.
Lynch was idly patrolling around the camp with the lizardmen. Further away, there were lizard hunters exploring the swamp while hunting.
The Skinks have returned from hunting, bringing with them a large number of freshwater fish.
Some non-toxic mushrooms were also sent to Shi Jianke, who was in charge of cooking. The rich aroma made Roman restless.
With Grimm's kind help, Romon's obvious desire was conveyed to the Skink.
He needs to eat cooked food!
There were few large-scale gatherings along the way, and the spirit lizards mostly hurriedly filled their stomachs with wild fruits and mosquitoes, so Romon could only tear into raw meat as usual.
But tonight is different. The rare peace makes the Skinks excited, and today is the day when the ancient Saint Ashtor casts his gaze.
Although the Old Ones are gone, the Skinks still believe.
It was the ancient Saint Ashhoto who selected those destined for greatness from the embryos about to hatch, and it is still the case today.
To celebrate the birth of a hero, the Skinks organize private ceremonies on this day.
The Slann no longer bothered to rebuke the Skinks for their superstitious behavior, and the custom quickly spread to all levels of Lizardmen society.
When Lynch estimated that the food was almost ready, he terminated the patrol order and led the way to the campfire.
As the spirit lizard took out the barbecue for the last time and sprinkled the freshly mixed sauce on it, the fragrant dragon meat was served to each warrior.
In contrast to the warriors' burly bodies, the giant lizards or lizardmen do not require that much food.
Lizardmen can even stand by somewhere for centuries, and the temple guards in the pyramid's observatory are elite lizardmen warriors who never sleep.
They stood there like statues, even covered with thick dust.
When the enemy passes by these "statues", they will immediately suffer a devastating blow!
Of course, this doesn't include Lynch, who feels like he can eat it all.
Unsurprisingly, this was an illusion.
Monitor lizards have bigger appetites than lizardmen. They are not picky about food and have long been fed raw meat.
The skunks follow a normal human schedule and only need to consume the same amount of food as an ordinary human in one meal.
Because they are cold-blooded species, the skunks can go several days without eating again after a full stomach, unless they are engaged in high-intensity activities.
The ones who ate the most were the five dwarves. Together they ate a little more than Roman. Their good appetites made Lynch extremely envious.
After the meal, the dwarves finished the forging, and after completing the subsequent processes, they put on their new armor and picked up the newly forged hammers.
The Skinks began to pray to the Ancient Saint Ashhoto.
Lynch watched quietly as Stenk wasted food, threw wild fruits and live fish into the fire, and praised the ancient saint Ashhoto.
After the things symbolizing the fishing and hunting fields, there are the objects symbolizing other fields.
Perhaps the Dark Gods were displeased with the Skinks' reverence for the Old Ones, and the Skinks patrolling the jungle discovered a demon army to the west of the camp.
The messenger of Khorne rushed over wielding the Hellblade and riding the Bloodgrinder on the Iron Bull.
The bloodthirsty demon's fury caused ripples on the water, and the Chaos War Mastiffs roared and leaped through the swamp.
At this moment, a group of vampire pirates riding giant crabs, with a huge army of undead, used muskets and artillery to flatten the mangroves on the south side of the Lizardman camp.
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"I'm really not the villain boss of the game!"
Introduction: In the weird nightmare game, there is an NPC who is weak and frail, sitting in a wheelchair all day long and is easy to bully.
Until the player saw this NPC stepping on piles of bones, crushing the God of Nightmares with one palm, and sitting on the throne of the villain BOSS.
[Final Mission: Defeat the God Slayer Anros!] Player:??? Anros looked down at the confused faces of the players below him and smiled softly: "Thank you for helping me clear the monsters."
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[Although I lied, killed gods, and destroyed a wizard tower, I know I am a good boy.] A certain new evil god said so.
(End of this chapter)
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