The night wind gusts, the blood moon is lonely, and there are occasional sounds of waves and finger sharks leaping out of the water.
Ash watched everything indifferently, seemingly uninterested in their words.
"Even so—" Andreye asked as if grasping at a lifeline: "What does this have to do with you selling out the interests of the citizens to please the Blood Moon Tribe? You know everything, so you want to join them?"
"I used every possible means to unite the various tribes and please the Blood Moon, all in order to promote the establishment of the Fighting League."
"But this—"
"You don't understand, Andreye. You are a short-sighted and cowardly human being. You don't understand what blood is."
The Ogre said, "Yes, just as you predicted, after the Fighting League is launched, violence, death, and killing will become the main theme of this city, and Blood Saint Moon Shadow will be so happy that he can't stop grinning."
"But the new generation will also learn to be savage, violent, and cruel. They will have the courage to wield a knife even in the face of the gods, which our ancestors have never had!"
"Just for this?" Andreye's eyes widened.
"Not only that, more importantly... Hahaha, although I have always refused to admit that I was born in the garbage dump of the Stick Skull Orphanage, I have to admit that the Stick Skull is not completely useless. It at least taught me a way to break the Blood Moon Law—"
The ogre laughed heartily and said, "Fight! Nothing can make two people understand each other better than fighting. There is only one way for an ogre to make friends - go over and beat him up!"
"You sold out the interests of the people, currying favor with the Blood Moon clan, and securing your seat as mayor, just to achieve such an illusory goal?" Andreye said with a wry smile, "Finanxue, are you really that kind-hearted?"
"You don't understand, Andreye, you don't understand at all..." The ogre said, "If you want to bring down the Second Blood Moon Tribe, or even challenge the Blood Moon Supreme, this is definitely not a miracle that can be achieved by one or two people, but a history that is jointly promoted by all races and all people... Only by sparing no cost can this country be changed."
"At any cost?"
"Yes, at all costs. You are the cost, I am the cost, and these generations of people are the cost. We are already useless, and the hope for change can only be placed in the future. The greatest meaning of our existence is to serve as nutrients to moisten the soil, and hope that this filthy land will one day bloom with normal flowers."
"Of course, it would be a lie if I said I had no selfish motives."
The ogre glanced at the blood moon in the night sky and said, "If everything goes well, my reputation will reach its peak. If my successors can continue my path, a great revolution will eventually break out. My name, Alandol Financier, will be praised for thousands of years, and the ogre's wisdom will be crowned with the honor of challenging the Lord..."
He shouted enthusiastically: "I just want you bastards to admit from the bottom of your hearts that ogres are the greatest, smartest, and bravest race in the world!"
Andreye looked at the ogre whose neck was almost buried in chains, and was speechless for a moment.
When Fenanxue said that the foundation of the Blood Moon Kingdom was to serve the Blood Moon Tribe, he was doomed to die, and the citizens would never let him go.
It was like being in a completely closed room filled with poisonous gas, everyone was dying in their sleep, and he woke up and yelled like an alarm clock, waking up the others. Would the others thank him? No, because waking up would have no meaning except to increase the pain, because the wall was indestructible, because mortals could not challenge the Lord.
They just want this vicious alarm to stop.
What's more, Finanxue didn't want to save them. On the contrary, the ogre wanted to use the current generations as sacrifices, squeeze out their value to irrigate the land, and save future generations.
Except for a small number of middle-aged and elderly people, most young people are furious about this - why should you sacrifice us to save the next generation? What does the next generation have to do with us? Is their well-being none of our business
This ogre mayor is a racial fanatic who is doing evil!
Suddenly, the stone pillar under the ogre's seat rose up sharply, allowing him to rise alone to a height of more than 100 meters. Everyone looked from below and saw that the ogre mayor was right in the center of the blood moon, as if he would be swallowed up and melted by the scarlet moonlight in the next second!
"With more than 50% of the votes, the executioner will arrive early." Ash said calmly, "The executioner who will arrive this time is the Hydra Executioner."
The entire Broken Lake seemed to be boiling. Amid the sound of waves, the stone pillar differentiated into eight hideous and hideous giant snake bodies. The ogre's stone seat also gradually transformed into a giant snake's mouth. He was sitting in the snake's mouth. With a slight sip from the giant snake, he would be digested and dissolved.
But those who accept redemption in the Blood Moon Judgment will not die so easily and comfortably.
The camera flew high into the sky to take pictures. The ogre looked at it and said with a smile:
"Ash Seath, I have done what you wished and completely tore the Blood Moon Nation's face, but I don't think this will have any effect... What a pity, if I had known your ability earlier, I would definitely have contacted the Four Pillars Divine Religion in secret... No wonder the Blood Moon Nation is investigating the Four Pillars Divine Religion..."
hiss!
The other eight snake heads suddenly danced wildly under the moonlight, biting at the ogre's limbs from all directions!
laugh!
Blood splattered all over his body, and all of it fell into the giant snake's mouth, without wasting a single drop. The ogre's body trembled slightly, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the smile on his face became more and more ferocious, and his neat and white teeth seemed to have become sharper.
"Fools who grew up under the blood moon, there is no way a savior will be born among you... You scum are not worthy of being saved by a savior... At best, you can only produce a conspirator like me..."
"I only knew that you couldn't tolerate a kind savior, but I didn't expect that you couldn't even tolerate a vicious conspirator like me."
"But that's okay."
Finanxue showed an arrogant grin: "Since I was born, I have been accustomed to the humiliation of being isolated by idiots."
Snap!
Under the blood moon, nine snakes share the food.
... ...
...
In the city of Kemon, in an ogre studio.
The place was littered with lunch box garbage, mixed with scattered paint, emitting an indescribable pungent smell.
A young ogre sat on a tattered soft chair, watching Fenanxue in the light screen being bitten to death by nine snakes.
This was not the first time he had seen Financier. He had seen this compatriot in formal attire and attending various elegant occasions countless times in the news, and knew that Financier was known as the "most elegant ogre". He had insulted this ogre mayor countless times in a drinking party, saying that he changed his teeth to please voters, that he did not take care of the ogres, and that he was so rich but did not know how to give everyone some money...
At the beginning of the trial, he was also looking forward to seeing the lake surface where Financière was crushed into meat paste. He had long been unhappy and even hated Financière - we are all ogres, why can you be the mayor and enjoy all the glory while we can only live in the lower class and dare not even order takeout
If it was a human mayor or an elf mayor, he wouldn't be so angry, but not Finanxie.
You are an ogre, why do you live better than us
He just voted for redemption for Financier.
But now, looking at the trial scene on the screen, the young ogre didn't know why, but he felt empty in his heart. He felt very uncomfortable, worse than being hungry or being beaten by gangsters.
He was vaguely aware of something, and that guess seemed to have turned into a nine-headed snake, biting his heart tightly. He fell to the ground in pain, tears flowing out uncontrollably, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
He was retching, feeling so uncomfortable that he felt like he wanted to vomit out his soul, but nothing came out.
He wanted to call out, but he didn't know what to shout.
The mayor? Financier? That bastard who's even more disgusting than the orc dancer
At this moment, a voice message suddenly popped up on the screen:
"Congratulations, because the redemption vote you cast successfully punished the criminal, so you were selected for the 'Justice Messenger Grand Roulette' lottery and successfully won the third prize. Now I give you..."
This voice message completely broke down his psychological defenses. The fearless young ogre could no longer hold back and curled up on the ground like a baby, crying loudly. His face was covered with tears and snot. He cried so hard that he couldn't breathe and was talking nonsense.
"Woo woo wah wah... hum hum... ah... mama... woo... papa..."