nashuaworldcup Chapter 392 White Fox
Chapter 392 White Fox
Gollum~
The blood gate writhed, and Lin Tian emerged from it.
Step~
"Your Majesty, you..."
As Prince Zhang sensed the powerful aura before him, he couldn't help but feel a bit shocked.
The King has become even stronger!
"I improved my cultivation level some time ago."
Lin Tian glossed over his own improvement in strength; more than that, he wanted to find out what was going on here.
Of course, this was also an extremely time-consuming task, because Lin Tian scanned the area and found that the surroundings were all white snow, with no human figures or settlements in sight.
Exploring this place on foot would take a lot of effort, so Lin Tian came up with a clever idea.
hum~
Lin Tian made a clenched fist towards the void; those familiar with him knew he was about to take something out of his system inventory.
As a burst of light condensed, an ordinary-looking calligraphy brush appeared in his hand.
【Immortal Grade White Wolf Hair Hair Brush】
Effect: The resentment of the deceased white fox lingers, and this pen is formed from its fur. You can use it to transform into its likeness and fulfill its last wish.
Note: With one heart and one mind, we can clear our names and resolve our anger.
The White Wolf Fur is a side item in the original game. By using this item, you can transform yourself into a white fox that can run quickly across the snow, making it perfect for movement.
"You change first."
Lin Tian held up the white wolf-hair brush and gently touched Prince Zhang's forehead. When he removed it again, a small black dot had appeared on Prince Zhang's head.
call! ! !
Suddenly, a burst of white mist exploded, and the figure of Prince Zhang shrank continuously within the mist, gradually transforming into an extremely thin figure.
Compared to the original game, the white fox that Lin Tian obtained can not only transform himself into a white fox, but also enlighten others, turning them into white foxes that can roam freely on the snow.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and after the white mist dissipated, a small silver fox appeared in front of Lin Tian.
"Your Majesty."
Although he didn't speak, Lin Tian could hear what Prince Zhang was saying, but he didn't know if he was the only one who could hear what the foxes were saying.
After transforming Prince Zhang into a white fox, Lin Tian also used the special ability of the White Wolf Hair on himself. Soon after, a snow-white little fox also appeared on the snow.
Unlike Prince Zhang, Lin Tian's hair appeared softer, and he had a few strands of red on his body, which made him look even more noble.
oooo~
With a slightly childish howl, the two little white foxes began to run quickly across the snow.
.............
cough!cough!cough!
"grandfather......"
In a village that looked neither too big nor too small, a young child clung tightly to his grandfather's clothes. Looking at his grandfather, who was coughing incessantly, a sad expression appeared on his face, which should have been full of innocence.
cough! cough!
The elderly man covered his mouth with his aged hand and coughed twice. Even though he looked relatively healthy, the weariness and weakness between his brows were still undeniable.
"No...it's alright, cough! Child...God...will protect us..."
The old man reached out his other hand and stroked the child's head. Seemingly noticing his grandson's worry, he put on a seemingly nonchalant expression and comforted the child.
"If gods were truly useful, they wouldn't have watched us die like this. Such gods..."
The boy muttered under his breath, his face full of dissatisfaction. The old man's expression instantly turned fierce when he saw this.
"Shut up!"
“Our village has worshipped our gods for generations. Do you know that what you’re saying is a great disrespect to our gods?”
"But....."
"No buts! The gods protect us! We have received their blessings and should be grateful!"
"I....."
"Alright! Stop talking and help me up. Today is the day of the sacrifice."
The old man seemed unwilling to discuss the matter with the child any further. He used one hand to support himself as he stood up and then staggered outside.
"grandfather!"
Although the child was very dissatisfied with the gods worshipped in his village, he still respected his grandfather very much.
Seeing his grandfather's limping gait, the child immediately followed, apologizing to his grandfather while acting as his grandfather's walking stick.
Boom!
Boom!Boom!
Boom!Boom!Boom!
As the wooden mallet struck the drum one after another, the villagers of Dok Village began to gather in the center of the village.
"Don't block the way! Hurry up! We're transporting precious tribute!"
"Those of you who are infected, don't move any closer. The gods will be displeased if they see this!"
"Hurry up, hurry up! Everyone move faster! The time for the sacrifice is almost here!"
Although the village of Duoke had been lifeless during this period, everyone perked up and got active on the day of the sacrificial ceremony.
The person presiding over the ceremony was an old man wearing a wolf-skin headdress. He held a scepter and stood alone on a high platform, closing his eyes to sense the comings and goings of people around him.
Since this wasn't the first time they had performed a sacrificial ceremony, everyone moved very quickly, and soon they had laid out a large number of offerings.
The offerings were not varied, but most of them consisted of the flesh and blood of wild animals, while the rest were minerals or items containing spiritual energy.
Under the direction of several tribal elders, all the offerings were gathered in one place. After this was done, everyone gathered around the high platform and knelt down respectfully.
It's almost time...
The wolf-headed priest, who had kept his eyes closed, finally opened them. He glanced indifferently at the kneeling people, then raised his scepter and walked step by step to the mountain of offerings.
"Close your eyes!"
The wolf-headed priest spoke in a very serious tone. Upon hearing this, everyone closed their eyes tightly. Even those who were sick suppressed their discomfort and tried not to cough in such a solemn setting.
For a full minute, apart from a few barely audible coughs, the group remained almost completely silent.
The entire ceremony looked solemn and serious.
When the time was up, the wolf-headed priest raised his scepter and began to whisper a strange language.
hum~
As the wolf-headed priest murmured strangely, his scepter began to glow.
The light was extremely dazzling in this icy and snowy landscape, so dazzling that it seemed intentional, as if trying to attract something...