After doing this cruel and evil thing, the giants brought a light iron bucket, more than a man's height, filled with the best cleaning oil, and put down a heavy cleaning cloth as thick as a carpet, and ordered: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and use the cloth dipped in oil to clean the horns and bodies of those animals!"
After saying this, the giants held down the snake whips at their waists with malicious intent, waiting for any human to shrink back. Then they would use the snake whips to smash the other's flesh and blood, and play some happy music to make the snake demon deep in the underground palace feel comfortable and not vent his anger on them.
The crowd was trembling with fear, and beads of sweat were pouring down their faces like tears. Some people gritted their teeth, their eyes kept wandering over the rock walls on both sides, intending to crash into them and die. Even if they were thrown into the bottomless River Styx by the god of death, it would be better than suffering here; some people cursed the heavens and the earth, and angrily accused the goddess of fate and Zeus. They had worshipped cattle and sheep so devoutly and cared for many gods with all their hearts, but at this juncture, no god who had accepted the sacrifice was willing to help them. This huge betrayal was really chilling.
The space at the edge of the pasture was shrouded in gloom and sorrow, but Xie Ning was not greatly affected, nor was he very desperate.
In any case, adding fuel to the fire will always make the fire burn more vigorously. The body of the bronze bull is self-igniting. The giants may all be monsters with bronze skin and iron bones that are not afraid of fire, but the rags are not like that, right? How much rags would be wasted to wipe a bull in this way
There must be another solution...
As she watched, Xie Ning's eyes widened.
He turned around and quietly walked towards several servants in the corner, who were sitting there with despair and still crying over the death of their former master.
"Food," Xie Ning said, trying to find some words in her mind that could be used to communicate. "Go and ask for food."
The servants stopped crying and looked at him in amazement.
"I, scrub, cow," Xie Ning pointed at herself, then pointed at the giant in the distance, "requests, food, water, rewards."
After thinking for a while, he said fluently: "Thank you, I am sorry for the trouble.
The fire ignited by the giant beast illuminated the empty underground palace brilliantly. Not far away stood the huge descendants of the ancient evil. Against this background, the boy's clumsy voice suddenly sounded obscure and solemn, like an oracles.
The sons of Xuthothus all laughed at the young man, saying that he was not a real son of God. Could it be that he really had the ability to get close to those giant beasts
The servants looked at each other. With their master's tragic death, their following naturally had no value anymore. So, for the sake of this strange solemnity, they were willing to follow the boy's orders.
Finally, they nominated a companion who was usually smart and intelligent and loved by the master, and with hidden jealousy and expectations, they asked him to serve as the messenger of communication.
"Your request, please state it directly," Xie Ning said word by word, instructing the servant who was delivering the message, "Be bold and clear, understand?"
With his vocabulary level, others can't get a fart out of him even with three sticks, but he can get a fart out of him with just one stick. If he went straight to the giant, I'm afraid his fate would be not much different from the first guy who was killed by the fall.