My summons are weird

Fortunately, the God of Wisdom and the Lord of the Black Mist are not picky about tails and ears. After dealing with some captured hares and poisonous snakes, Zana and the others assembled the tails.

"Tail, received."

"Priest, Lavigne, recommend."

"You, already, are qualified."

After all, a slender tentacle protruded from its black, slippery mucus, shaking like a vine, and Zana was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that it was guiding the way for him through this tentacle.

Entering the depths of the nightmare forest that no one dared to disturb for more than a year, Zana and the others saw fruit trees growing densely, and the ripe fruits that no one picked fell to the ground, trampled into mud by the huge soles of wild beasts and monsters, All kinds of marks were left behind. From time to time, birds landed on the heavy branches, pecked at the fruit with their beaks, took a few bites pickily, and then spread their wings and left. The team members swallowed their saliva subconsciously.

It's too extravagant. Most of the areas outside the Nightmare Wild Forest have already been picked by hungry victims, and the air here is still filled with the fragrance of ripe fruits. warehouse.

Zana stopped suddenly. He stared at the wooden house not far away, then at the slowly crawling black "big piece of meat", and asked after deliberation: "Master Messenger..."

"Emissary?" The "Black Snake" entangled in one body turned his head and whispered, "I am not an envoy, but a servant of... God."

Zana, who still doesn't know the race of the thing in front of him, was not sure what to call it, so he had to bite the bullet and ask: "I seem to have seen the traces left by other living beings, the territory of the God of Wisdom, and there are still people like me living there." person?"

"There are some, however, priests, accepted."

"is it a lot?"

"You can, ask, priest, and she will, answer you."

Drilling into the depths of the deep cave, taking the bio-elevator that can make the soles of the feet wet and sticky under the crotch, in the depths of the winding underground passage, there is actually a cool breeze, and I heard the lively and extraordinary noises. , they also seem to have heard some uniform recitation.

At the end of the cave, it suddenly became clear that Zana and his party were stunned. He couldn't imagine that there was such a huge hollow area deep in the depths of the Nightmare Wild Forest. There was flat land here, and a little excavation could induce groundwater to flow through it. Water channels, densely planted fluorescent plants, and some extremely adaptable crops - such as mushrooms.

A lot of mushrooms, Zana felt that he had already smelled the spores released by the psychedelic fungi, and he was already unconscious, otherwise it would be hard to explain. He actually saw a group of fist-sized squirrels taking care of the crops, washing the muddy fruits and crops .

In addition to this kind of miniature squirrels, there are several squirrels that reach his knees, can walk upright for a long time, swing their big black tails, and have brown fur. They seem to be pointing the little squirrels how to work... …

Zana's team members were also wiping their eyes. The group of guys in front of them couldn't seem to be completely regarded as the squirrel people.

A colorful "butterfly" approached, and Zana's eyes widened.

"Why, are you surprised to see me?" The half-breed cat-ear tribe in front of Zana asked with a smile, with orange cat ears and a long tail with orange and white bamboo knots.

"Some, strange..."

Zana and Lavigne had gone on many hunts together. During the difficult years of fighting in Yas, they had been conscripted and met as deserters. After a difficult time, they parted ways.

During that time, Lavigne was always dirty, she wore whatever clothes she could find, and her long black hair had long been cut short for the battle.

However, at this moment, she grew her long hair again, her thin and frail face became rosy, and her light but powerful body was dressed in a long gown that only priestesses in various territories would wear during sacrifices.

Three colors of red, white and black, with red as the main and white as the supplement, black outlines the pattern of tentacles wriggling, embellished on the gown,

"You, are those black snakes, priest?" Zana woke up suddenly, "But when we met by chance before, you only said that you were saving a few squirrels and you were invited as a guest."

"You don't seem to have any concept of time. The last time we met, it was probably just summer, and now it's the end of autumn."

"No, no, that's not the problem. Summer goes and autumn comes, and you become a black snake..."

Lavigne corrected: "It's a planarian."

"Well, you became a priest of planarians in such a short time... no, you are alien to them, why did you accept you?" Zana's head was about to burn out, which was worse than when he was strangled during the war. It takes brains to survive.

"They need an individual who can better communicate with the gods, better straighten out the sacrificial process, and smoothly convey the family's mind. However, both the planarians and the black-tailed squirrels are very ignorant. After I described other After the life sacrifice content, I was chosen."

Zana was led into the cave by Lavigne, and the planarians along the way would raise their proud black tails slightly when they saw Lavigne, even the black-tailed squirrels, as if this was their way of expressing their joy Way.

"So sloppy?" Zana still couldn't accept it, "Could it be that you got the approval of the Lord of Black Mist and the God of Wisdom?"

Lavigne said: "In the beginning, I really had the idea of ​​surviving with the trend. After all, who knows if the gods exist... The war almost smashed the land, and I didn't see the existence of those myths. Isn't it?"

Passing through a narrow tunnel, a wide stone chamber appeared in front of everyone.

The priest's high platform is full of planarian aggregates, and the unique planarian individuals surrounded by blue flames guard the place devoutly.

Following the direction of Lavigne's finger, Zana saw planarians, black-tailed squirrels, and the gods Lavigne served.

In the middle of the mural, on top of a strange-looking chariot, huge sarcoid tumors bloom like petals, thousands of tentacles protrude from it, and the deep eyes are full of synapses.

The existence depicted by the powerful lines made Zana sweat coldly. At this moment, he was like a prey locked by countless pairs of eyes, making it difficult to move.

"This is the god of wisdom, and also the mother goddess who protects and bestows wisdom on the planarians and the black-tailed clan."

"Mother God?" Zana wanted to ask, how could this appearance judge the gender of the god, and what point did she seem to have anything to do with wisdom.

But he only dared to rot these questions in his stomach.

"The planarians firmly believe that they are awakened children who have been blessed by the mother god, and they have limbs similar to the wise body of the mother god, which is the proof of this relationship."

Zana tentatively asked: "Then... the black mist on the God of Wisdom..."

"The Creator of the God of Wisdom, the Supreme Lord." Saying so, Lavigne actually knelt down.

On the mural, He is like a dark cloud covering the sky, and like a big black sun, casting light that nourishes the Mother Goddess of Wisdom. Seeing all this, Zana and the others subconsciously followed Lavigne's movements and knelt down on one knee.

"The planarian patriarch said that the supreme Lord once came." Lavigne pressed her hand on her heart, "The shadow he cast brought this undisturbed habitat to the weak race."

Reminiscent of the origin of the name Nightmare Wasteland, Zana trembled all over.

He has never seen a god who really descended.

His forehead was pressed against the ground, and Zana's sweat slid into his eye sockets, blinding his eyes and stinging, but he didn't dare to move an inch.

"The price... what is it?"

What would a real god, willing to bestow mercy on the foolish, powerless believer, ask for?

"According to the planarians, the master has never asked for anything from the weak. It seems that awe of him, belief in him, and willingness to die for it are what he hopes to obtain from us, a group of insignificant beings." Lavigne Eyes blurred, "We are like pets... But, the merciful Lord, care about us pets."

If this is the price... Zana raised his head, but he was afraid that he would blaspheme a god beyond his cognition as a fourth-level magician, so he hurriedly lowered his head.

"I am also qualified to receive the Lord's..."

"No." Lavigne shook her head, "The glory of the Lord will bathe in His loyal messengers, which belong to our gods. Our piety should first give us the great mother goddess of wisdom..."

"It is she who has a thousand heads that brings to us, who are ignorant, the message that the Lord loves tails and ears, so that we can, in our own way, send our humble homage to the Supreme Lord... Praise the God of Wisdom. "

Lavigne's voice seemed to contain magic power, and all the planarians in the stone room, Zana who was kneeling and others all praised in unison.

After the praise was over, she personally enshrined the tail brought by Zana and others on the sacrificial platform, then tied her own tail in a knot and hung it on the altar engraved with the totem of the God of Wisdom.

The planarians beheaded their tails for sacrifice and devoured their tails to show their sincerity. This is a special ritual method unique to the planarians.

Lavigne only has one tail, and she cannot regenerate it by cutting it off. Fortunately, God is merciful, and he tolerantly allows believers to change it on their own.

So Lavigne chose another way - in the revelation obtained by the planarian patriarch, it once saw a thousand heads of the God of Wisdom trembling slightly, like kelp swaying with the ocean currents, the swaying figure Fascinating……

Lavigne's tail waved wildly on the altar, and beat the ground rhythmically, playing a tune dedicated to the gods.

She firmly believes that with her tail as the guide, the God of Wisdom and the Great Lord will know everything that happens at this moment.

Thinking of this, Lavigne's tail shook a little faster.

"Great God of Wisdom, please hear my prayers again... This time, we have brought fresher, more vigorous tails... As for the ears, please give us some time, when the end of autumn, we will Serving countless delicious rabbit ears, we promise." (End of this chapter)