Chapter 69
Back in the courtyard of the deserted city, Hesniemen rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen with great interest. After a while, he stuck his head out again and asked Jiaojiao, who was sitting under the shade of a tree, in a gentle voice, "What do you want to eat?"
Jiaojiao thought for a moment and then said crisply, "Sugar cake!"
"Okay." Hesnemen agreed with a smile, turned around and started to get busy.
Jiaojiao, sitting on the wooden block, happily swung her short legs. After a while, she slid down the block with her backhand. She ran to the kitchen door and stuck her head out. Her dark, bright eyes sparkled with anticipation: "Daddy, do you need Jiaojiao's help?"
Hesniemen, who was kneading the dough, was silent for a moment and said, "Dad is kneading the dough but I don't have time to add water. Can Jiaojiao come and help me pour water?"
"Yes!" Jiaojiao answered crisply with her little chest puffed out, then ran in with a frown on her face.
Hesniemen bent down, held him on a small stool, and gave him a small ladle: "When dad waves to Jiaojiao later, Jiaojiao can use this small ladle to add water to the basin."
"Yeah." Jiaojiao nodded seriously, holding the ladle in both hands as if she was carrying out some important task, her little face was straight and tense.
After a while, Hesniemen noticed that the dough was a little dry, so he waved to Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao, who was holding a small ladle, brightened up her eyes and immediately added water to the basin.
After adding a bucket of water, Hesnemen kneaded the dough twice, and his entire palm was made sticky by the dough.
The dough is so thin that you can tell that too much water has been added.
Jiaojiao blinked and looked at her father a little guiltily.
Hesnemen winked at him and said gently, "The dough is a little thin. Could you please add some flour, little Jiaojiao?"
Jiaojiao, feeling guilty, nodded immediately: "Okay."
Using a small bowl, she scooped some flour into the basin. She was stunned for a moment when she found the dough was no longer watery. She then curved her eyes, pointed at the basin with her little hand, and looked up at her father: "Dad, there's not much water left."
Hesniemen nodded and praised seriously, "Really? Jiaojiao is amazing!"
Jiaojiao pursed her lips, feeling a little happy and a little embarrassed.
Hesnemen found the dough a little dry and said, "The dough is a little dry. Jiaojiao, please add some water. But only a little at a time."
Jiaojiao nodded, picked up the small ladle, scooped up a little water, and carefully added it to the basin.
Just like this, one big and one small, if there is too much flour, add water, if there is too much water, add flour, and finally I successfully kneaded out a big ball of dough.
Such a large bowl of dough can produce a lot of sugar cakes. The table outside the yard is completely filled with plates of sugar cakes.
Jiaojiao, sitting on a tree stump, opened her mouth in surprise at the abundance of sugar cakes in front of her. Then she said worriedly, "Dad, there are too many. We can't finish them all."
"Don't worry, you can finish it." Hesnemen pulled Jiaojiao's furry ears and said.
Jiaojiao tilted her head. Although she didn't understand, she still chose to believe her father. She took the sugar cake and started to eat it happily.
Jiaojiao has a small stomach and feels full after eating about five or six pieces.
After Jiaojiao had eaten her fill, Hesnemen took all the remaining sugar cakes. He ate quickly and elegantly, and soon all the sugar cakes on the table were finished.
Jiaojiao, who was sitting next to him, opened his eyes wide and tilted his head to stare at his father's belly. Just looking was not enough, he also touched it out of curiosity.
I found that my father's belly was not as round and bulging as my own. I blinked in surprise, looked up at my father and asked, "Isn't Daddy full?"
"Not full." Hesnemen smiled and pinched his chubby little face.
For Hesnemen, who was not an ordinary person, this amount of sugar cake was not enough to keep him going. However, he did not want to see sugar cakes again for a while.
After playing with Jiaojiao for a while, goalkeeper Hesnie picked up Jiaojiao from the tree stump and planned to take the little guy out for a walk to help digest the food.
You know, in order not to waste food, this little guy actually ate half more than usual.
The moonlight fell on the deserted city without any obstruction. The arrival of night made the wealthier orcs light torches or kerosene in their homes, while the poorer orcs simply squatted at the door with their bowls in hand, eating their meals in the moonlight and evening breeze.
Jiaojiao, carrying her milk bottle on her back and walking on the street with her father, would wave her little hands and greet them happily in her little voice: "Good evening, Uncle Hu!"
"Good evening, Uncle Xionghe!"
"Good evening, Hu You's father!"
When these orcs heard that unique little voice, they would subconsciously lower their voices and turn their heads with smiles on their faces, saying, "Good evening, little god."
However, when they saw the figure behind the little god, they would stand up in a panic, pound their right fists on their chests, and bow their heads in greeting: "Greetings, Lord God!"
Hesnemen's gaze fell on their panicked faces, then he retracted his gaze and continued walking forward with Jiaojiao.
Moonlight and starlight sprinkled on the stone-paved ground. The evening breeze blew in their faces. Jiaojiao, who was walking in front with her little bottle on her back and waving her little hands, stopped and looked back at her father behind her. She waved her little hand and said, "Dad, walk faster."
Hesnemen curled his eyes but did not quicken his pace as he was told.
This resulted in Jiaojiao looking back at his father every few steps, as if he was afraid that his father had gotten lost. In the end, he even ran back to his father with his short legs, and only after he reached out and tugged at his father's clothes did he feel completely relieved.
Hesnemen looked down at the little guy beside him who was pulling his robe and raised his eyebrows triumphantly.
After a stroll outside, Jiaojiao received many gifts from orcs along the way.
Among them are the beautiful little shoes woven by Grandma Fox You, the grasshoppers and birds woven by the clan leader uncle, the beautiful little backpack woven by Brother Zera, and the wreaths worn on the head woven by Sister Arela and Uncle Erwens.
Not only Jiaojiao has the garland, but even the gods have it.
I have to say that after being together for a long time, Arela is not so afraid of the gods anymore.
She really couldn't be afraid of a god who would hold the little god and play with him, cook for him, make clothes for him, and tell him stories.
Many times she would think that the God was such a gentle God to the extreme!
Jiaojiao, who was wearing the garland happily, waved to Hesniemen with another big garland in her hand: "Daddy, squat down quickly. Jiaojiao will put it on you."
Hesnemen lowered his eyes and looked at Jiaojiao, who looked even younger with the garland on. After being silent for a long time, he was finally succumbed to the little girl's bright and expectant eyes.
Under the gaze of the surrounding orcs, the lord god squatted down helplessly, his long golden hair and platinum robe falling to the ground. He lowered his head and let the little god put a colorful wreath on him.
The scene before their eyes was so ordinary, but it made the surrounding orcs dazed for a moment, and then an indescribable emotion sprouted in their hearts.
She tiptoed to put the garland on her father's head. After taking a few steps back to see how he looked with the garland on, Jiaojiao clapped her hands happily and said with a smile, "Looks good, Dad looks good."
Hesniemen pinched Jiaojiao's nose and teased her for once: "Who's prettier, Daddy or Jiaojiao?"
Jiaojiao tilted her head and thought for a while before saying, "Daddy looks good."
A smile appeared in Hesnemen's golden eyes. He took Jiaojiao's small and soft body into his arms, stood up and walked back: "It's late, it's time to go to bed."
"But Jiaojiao isn't sleepy yet." Jiaojiao, who was in her father's arms, looked up at him innocently.
Hesnemen, who lowered his head to meet his innocent gaze, said mercilessly: "You have to sleep even if you are not sleepy."
Jiaojiao pinched a lock of her father's golden hair and twisted it around her hand, playing with it. She cheerfully suggested, "Then Daddy will tell Jiaojiao a story to put her to sleep."
"good."
"Jiaojiao also tells stories to put dad to sleep."
"unnecessary."
"But Jiaojiao wants to talk."
"That's fine too."
The pleasant evening breeze carried the faint sound of the conversation between the Lord God and the Little God. The orcs who bowed their heads and respectfully bid farewell to the Lord God couldn't help but feel their hearts soften.
After everything they experienced today, they should have been more respectful of the gods, but now they have a ridiculous desire to protect them.
The words of the Lord God that the five gods were creations that stole his divine power had already spread throughout the beast tribe as the little orcs returned to the deserted city.
There is no doubt that this sentence will shock you, and there is no doubt that it will bring subversion to the Kana continent.
The beastmen who had never seen the other five gods could not judge the truth of this statement, but their hearts and souls would not tolerate them questioning the words of the gods.
As soon as the thought of doubt arises, it is followed by an irrepressible sense of guilt and shame.
But if this statement is true, then it means that the gods' divine power was once stolen, and they disappeared for tens of thousands of years.
If this is true, then the accusation that they, the beastmen, are guilty of betraying God is definitely false.
If this is true, the beastmen who have died with grievances for thousands of years can finally find comfort!
Sai Meng stared with red eyes at the huge stone tablet in front of him, which was dozens of meters high and had densely packed names engraved on it.
The names on the stone tablet are engraved very deeply, so deep that they can withstand the wind, frost and rain, and can withstand the erosion of time.
Every name carved deep enough is filled with a chilling sense of unwillingness!
Because they don’t believe it!
I don’t believe that the beastmen betrayed God!
I don’t believe that the beastmen are hated by God!
They carved their names so deeply so that one day, their descendants would come before them and tell them that they, the beastmen, had not betrayed God!
There are not just one such stone tablets, but hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of them. These shocking stone tablets are densely packed and occupy most of the area of the deserted city.
The name of every dead orc will be carved on it, waiting for the day when they can rest in peace!
Except for the newly built stone tablets in the past few hundred years, the other old stone tablets have large and small dents and cracks, which were caused by the escape over the past thousands of years.
It is difficult for outsiders to understand why the orcs carry such a huge burden while hiding and fleeing.
Only orcs can understand that it is their hope and to some extent, their spiritual support!
"Sir God."
Sai Meng bowed his head and saluted the suddenly appearing God. He opened and closed his mouth several times, wanting to speak, but finally mustered up the courage to ask, "God, were there any beastmen among the races that betrayed you?"
When he asked this question, Sai Meng's fierce tiger eyes were filled with cautious expectations.
Hesnemen looked at the huge stone tablets in front of him for a long time before saying, "I don't remember."
So much time has passed that He does not remember the races of His creations that betrayed Him.
All he knew was that there was a problem with this batch of creations again, and He and Hesdzer had to create them all over again, which was very troublesome!
Sai Meng lowered his eyelids in disappointment, hiding the gloomy look in his eyes.
"But maybe there aren't any beastmen!" Hesnemen suddenly said, "At least I didn't see any creatures with furry ears appear before my eyes that day."
When Sai Meng looked up in surprise, Hesnemen's figure had already disappeared.
On the bed entangled with vines, Hesnemen retracted his scattered spiritual consciousness. In fact, he didn't know why he said those words in the end. Perhaps it was because the desolate and unwillingness permeated those stone tablets were too strong, and it had not faded even after tens of thousands of years.
Or maybe it was because of the sleeping little guy in his arms. After all, every time he thought of this little guy, his behavior would always become a little strange.
Thinking of this, Hesnemen lowered his eyes and looked at Jiaojiao who was sleeping soundly in his arms.
Perhaps she noticed her father's gaze, Jiaojiao, who was sleeping soundly, moved and put her little hand on Hesnemen's face.
Looking at the little guy pulling at his mouth with his little finger, Hesnemen helplessly reached out and held his naughty little hand in his, then closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile.
The palace where the gods of the Celestial Clan reside is luxurious and grand. Walking along the white jade-paved ground, after passing several gardens, rockery and waterfalls, we arrived at the main palace.
The five gods gathered together in the main palace, a rare occasion.
"I don't understand. The gods you talk about are so gentle and perfect, so why do you betray them and even imprison them?" Velulia, the god of the elves, asked in great confusion.
Unlike the gods of humans, celestials, and dragons, the gods of elves and mermaids are not the original generation.
The gods of the elves and mermaids disappeared thousands of years ago. Before their death, they gave their divine power to the most talented and divine members of their tribe, so they were unaware of the existence of betrayal.
They learned about this after the explosion in Yuanlin some time ago, and were told by the other three gods with serious faces.
The guilt of betraying the gods is not something that anyone can bear. Not long after betraying the gods, imprisoning them in eternal night, and stealing their divine power, the spirits of the elves and mermaids collapsed one after another.
As time went by, the guilt in their hearts tormented them more and more, and their mental breakdown became more and more severe. In the end, they chose death as a relief.
"You don't understand!" The emotions in the Celestial God's eyes were complex and difficult to discern: "He is indeed a perfect god. He treats all races with gentleness and equality."
"He is a gentle deity who cannot tolerate any flaws. If any race does anything that He deems a flaw, He will wipe that race out...completely and completely wiped out from this world..."
"This scene became a nightmare for us onlookers. We often wondered if one day we... along with our race, would be wiped out so casually in a single moment..."
"It's like destroying a clay figurine that wasn't made to your satisfaction..."
“He is the Supreme Spirit!”
“We were created by Him!”
“We are His most devout believers!”
“We will give everything to Him!”
"Whether it's life, body, or soul!"
"If only He would lower His eyes and look at us, that would be the glory of our lives!"
"Supreme God!"
"The continent exists because of Him!"
“Life is dazzling because of Him!”
“We’re crazy about Him!”
“Everything about Him is so dazzling!”
“Everything in this world is just dirt under His feet!”
"But the Supreme God never lowers his eyes to look at his most loyal and devout believers!"
The Celestial God's eyes were hazy and complex: "Why did we choose to betray Him in the first place... perhaps it was because we wanted our race to continue..."
"Or maybe... we just want... Him to take a look at us..."
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