Legend of the Evil God

Chapter 39: Trial journey

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Early the next morning, 88 children gathered in the square on time. The patriarch stood solemnly in front of everyone and said to everyone seriously: "Everyone, listen, the dwarves are the most disciplined race. I hope this... No one will act without authorization or disobey orders. Anyone who acts recklessly will be punished by not being allowed to leave the dwarf village for three years. In serious cases, they may be banned from leaving the village for life. Did you hear that? "

heard it!

44 male voices, mixed with 44 delicate female voices, rang out in the square of Nuoda. The patriarch continued: "Okay... Now I will make arrangements. Everyone, please listen carefully. This is related to the lives of each of you." Safety, so... everyone must listen carefully and remember it clearly, otherwise... not only will you lose your life at any time, but you will also implicate the girls around you, do you hear me clearly? "

Clear!

All the dwarf children shouted loudly. Seeing this interesting scene, I couldn't help but grin slightly. They reminded me of the neat, clear and loud answers of primary school students.

The patriarch nodded with satisfaction: "Well... ok... all boys, please take care of the girls around you, and... pay attention to the formation. No one is allowed to walk out of the queue privately, and pay attention to the movements around you at all times. Because monsters may jump out from the roadside at any time and attack you. If you are not careful, you may never come back!"

Under the intimidation of the patriarch, all the children finally realized that this was not a risk-free trip. Everyone became serious. Everyone realized that this was a trial to see if they could become a veritable trainee warrior. The touchstone is no joke. The price of carelessness will be their lives!

The patriarch looked around and continued: "Is there anyone else who has something unclear or unclear? If so, ask now..."

No one spoke, after all... Grandpa Patriarch didn't say anything about strategy or tactics, just some precautions. What questions could there be.

Grandpa, the patriarch, turned his head to me and said with a smile: "Leng Mo, do you have any experience to warn everyone? After all... you have successfully passed the training of the trainee warrior."

When the patriarch grandpa said this, everyone looked at me. For them, I was the goal of their struggle. They wanted to know how I reached my current state so quickly.

Smiling slightly, I said calmly: "There is no warning. As long as everyone keeps a normal mind, don't be nervous, let alone panic, and as long as you show your usual training level, slime will never hurt you."

After a pause, I said with a serious expression: "But... there is one thing I hope everyone can do, because... we are all men and men!"

After a pause, my eyes slid over the bodies of my friends one by one. After a long time, I said seriously: "I hope all brothers can be real men. When a monster hits the girls, At this time, I hope that everyone can use weapons, or even use their own bodies, to protect the girls they protect and not let them be harmed in the slightest!"

Slowly stretching out a finger, I said resolutely: "As long as you block one blow, as long as there is this buffer time, I will be able to get there as soon as possible. What I hope is that everyone can have it." Courage enough to use your own blood, even your life, to protect your comrades!"

Everyone looked at me excitedly. The dwarves have never been a race lacking passion. Without passion, how could they forge so many powerful weapons

After some mobilization by me, everyone confirmed their determination. They can die, but not without dignity. This is the belief of the dwarves. If it were not for this belief, they would never have fallen to this point, but … They never tried to change that belief.

The patriarch looked at Leng Mo with admiration. This 11-year-old child continued to create miracles. Until now... he has begun to have a certain degree of dominance. In just a few words, he has established his absolute leadership among his peers. Status, the future of the dwarves will be his stage! This is an absolute thing!

Maybe he hasn't noticed yet, but he is already talking to his friends with the attitude of an elder towards a younger generation. More importantly, everyone takes it for granted and doesn't feel anything is wrong at all. Think about it carefully. I think, among all the people, Leng Mo is the youngest. Although he is not small, in terms of age, the youngest of the others is 15 years old, and the oldest is 21 years old, but everyone accepts it as a matter of course. His leadership.

The most important thing is that not only did everyone naturally accept his leadership, but they also became excited because of his words. This ability can be said to be innate to Yu. Even the leader of the clan does not have this ability. He looked into the distance. That tall and straight figure, the patriarch found that he could not see through him more and more. If there are levels of genius in the world, then he is definitely the genius among geniuses!

Soon... Under the leadership of the patriarch, and with my support, the large army set off. 88 teenagers, including me and Nasha, excitedly walked out of the village gate under the leadership of the patriarch, and gradually disappeared. In the dense papaya forest.

Slimes died one after another under the axes of their companions. They behaved very well and calmly... This is another characteristic of dwarves. If they were not calm, how could they seize the right moment when the sword went out of fire? It was like ice and snow. Calmness, this is another characteristic of dwarves.

Along the way, everyone was so happy, everyone was talking and laughing, and finally... everyone passed the trial, after all... everyone has put in too much training in the past year, and today is just a day of harvest.

Finally... the four-day trial was over. Early the next morning, we returned to the village. I was excited to know that next... it would be time for me to learn to write fantasy beasts.

After resting all night, the next morning, the patriarch grandpa once again summoned the whole village and held the Phantom Beast Ceremony in the small square.

The so-called phantom beast ritual is actually very simple. It just involves tattooing the totem of the fire phoenix, the god believed by the dwarves, on my right arm holding the sword. However... the pigment used for the tattoo is very special and requires a drop of blood from all the dwarves. , and then go to the temple worshiped by the dwarves to hold a ceremony. When the ceremony is completed, as long as I am recognized by the Fire Phoenix, then... I can capture my own fantasy beast through a specific contract spell. .

Seeing the tribe members pricking their fingertips with needles one after another with a smile and contributing their own strength to my fantasy beast ceremony, I couldn't help but be moved. I secretly swore that I must do everything in my ability to repay the shortcomings. The love people have for me.

Under the command of the patriarch, I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my strong bronze skin and bulging muscles. Looking at these raging muscles, I couldn't help but feel proud. If I were to return to Earth now, It will definitely be no problem for me to become a bodybuilder.

But... if my muscles are compared with those of dwarves, hehe... they are still a little behind. This is probably a problem of race. Their muscles are not called muscles at all. They are no different from stones. The muscles all over the body are like bluestone. The same, piece by piece, square by square, with all the veins showing, showing incomparable strength.

Grandpa, the clan leader, has performed the Phantom Beast Ceremony for countless people. He is already very familiar with tattooing. First, he applied the blood of hundreds of dwarves on my arm, and then he lifted the needle and dropped it in waves. In severe pain, a small phoenix began to appear on the outside of my right arm.

Every time I stabbed it, the patriarch would wipe it with a wet wipe soaked in blood. Gradually... a blood-red phoenix appeared on the outside of my right upper arm. It was beautiful, vivid, and looked beautiful and sacred.

Of course... the tattoo needle is also specially made. The middle of the needle is hollow, and there is a sac at the end of the needle. Each needle of the tattoo injects a small amount of dwarf blood into my body.

Finally... the tattoo was completed. A fire phoenix shining with dazzling red light appeared on my right arm. As my muscles squirmed, it seemed to come alive, so dazzling, so mysterious, so magnificent...

I have cried with excitement, I know... From now on, the blood of all dwarves is flowing in my body at the same time, and from now on, the blood of dwarves is also flowing in my blood!

The patriarch looked at me with a smile and said happily: "Don't cry... No matter what race you were before, now... you already have dwarf blood. With its help, you will be recognized by the Phantom God. Because... you have the approval of more than 600 dwarves!"

I choked up and looked at the smiling dwarves around me. They were so kind and cute. I was willing to devote myself to this great nation and die...