The carving knife follows the contours of the heart from the hardwood, and the fingertips that are white from the force firmly control the direction of the carving knife, and a smooth arc is completed smoothly, again and again, one by one, the lines gradually increase, superimposed, intersect, parallel......

"Sacrifice to the lord, why can't you use divine power to build a house?"

No, it's a god-given power, and it can only be used on the god's body, and the house built for the god statue can use the divine power, as for why your house is also used with that kind of power, it's really because I'm worried that the single and weak female won't be able to carry the stones that fall by chance, and that may not be painful for the orcs, but it may be a pain for the female.

Sawdust fell on the clothes, and the light brownish yellow had a unique aroma, one by one, as if slender petals had fallen on it, layer upon layer.

"Lord Priest, why don't you popularize the use of medicinal herbs?"

How can they popularize it? Teaching one person is so laborious, how can they teach more people? They don't have time to study, and their daily lives are busy with food and housing, so where do they have so much time to collect herbs, not to mention, if they can't use them correctly, they will poison people, so where can they be used casually?

The carving knife slashed to the end, a turn, the thick fingers were incredibly nimble, and a sleek curve was carved, like the folds on the garment, naturally smooth.

"Sacrifice to the Lord, is it possible for all people to obtain divine power?"

Of course not, the power of the gods can only be borrowed by sacrifice, unless there are gods like you, but how many gods are there in this world? He has not heard of such examples in other tribes, such and special.

The carving knife in his hand turned again, and the head was gradually outlined, and the delicate and small appearance looked quite delicate, so good-looking...... In front of him, he seemed to see the female standing in front of him and saying that he was going to be a sacrifice, so confident, so confident to look at him, and the divine power released made his eyes light up.

In the eyes, for the first time, it was really real, reflecting the appearance of this person, so beautiful!

"Lord Priest, since the winter is so sad, why can't you unite with other tribes?"

How can these two tribes be united? How can such two tribes unite when they are so far away, they are not close to each other, and they occasionally fight for food? Under the same beast god, the tiger god and the lion god are not the same god!

Even if it's hard in winter, you don't have to worry...... Fingers brushed over the carved marks, gently brushing away the fine pieces of wood, gently blowing off the remnants of the above, and then, with the fingers, the carving knife moved to the face, the most critical place is still blank.

How should it be portrayed?

The image of the beast god, he has long remembered it, as a sacrifice, he will never forget the appearance of the beast god, but at this moment, brushing the blank part, what comes to mind is the appearance of the female, Ace, he is indeed very good-looking, especially the pair of eyes, as if containing the starlight of wisdom, dazzling.

Young and alive, there are always so many questions to ask every day, but what do you want him to say? He was the most clumsy one back then, and now, after so many years of sacrifice, he has even less to say to people, and he has long since not known how to express himself to people.

Every time he met Ace's expectant eyes, he always felt that his throat was blocked, as if he was plugged by something, and he couldn't say a word, and his simple answer may have disappointed him.

Thinking of this, the priest's eyes were a little dark, he actually wanted to tell him everything he knew, he was studious and good at thinking, and the divine power he obtained was far superior to him, if he mastered this knowledge, maybe he could make this knowledge play a greater role.

The fingertips blackened by the herbs rubbed the blank space on the wood carving, and after a long time, they finally carved it again.

With one stroke at a time, he carefully carved the image of the beast god, and it was only at dusk that the light that came in completely disappeared before he finally completed the preliminary carving of the statue.

"Worship your lordship, it's time to eat. ”

The light inside the stone house is not good, and it is a tribal tradition to light a bonfire and eat outside, and every family, except for the time of the assembly, sets up a stove near the door and eats by the stove.

The sacrifice is a little different, he doesn't have to cook, all the food and living are provided by the clansmen, and when it's time to eat, someone naturally offers the best meals.

After putting the statue of the god away, he walked out of the open animal skin curtain, and when he looked sideways, he saw Ace on the side walking over with a bowl of rice, and the smell of meat was permeated with the hot breath.

There was a wooden square table next to the door of the stone house, and there were several brand-new wooden stools, and the priest knew at a glance that it was made by Ace again, and he always had some talent in these, saying that it was to improve his life, but in fact, it was indeed better.

Naturally, he sat down on a wooden bench, and the performance of the sacrifice made all those who secretly looked at him understand an attitude, and I believe that many people would use such wooden tables and stools the next day.

Ace put the sacrificial meal first, and then put it on his own, the small square table was not too spacious, but as soon as the two large bowls were placed, it looked full.

"It's convenient for a small table like this, right?"

After eating, Ace began to talk about such topics, he would always ask the priest for his opinion with questions, and the priest gradually got used to such simple questions, he didn't need to talk much, just nodded, and then it was one question after another, and most of them didn't need to say much.

This natural and relaxed atmosphere of conversation softened the priest's expression, and when a piece of firewood was burned, he watched Ace return to the stone house to rest, his eyes were full of satisfaction and pleasure, he would be a good sacrificer.

The next morning, the early sacrifice was ready to carve the idol after praying, however, when the idol of yesterday was held in his hand, he found that the outline was very different from the past, and the finer carving could only be better than his craftsmanship, but the clear outline of the face was very similar to Ace.

This discovery surprised the priest, could he have carved it wrong? The silhouette that would not be wrong even with his eyes closed was clearly different from the past.

Looking at the statue of the god that has been worshipped, the rough surface, and the simple texture, sure enough, he carved it wrong.

For some unknown reason, the priest did not further complete the statue with a carving knife, nor did he destroy the unsuccessful idol, but rubbed the surface of the idol and finally put it away.

The advent of the cold winter makes food particularly important, but the food reserves in the tribe are not abundant, the priest looks at the patriarch worried, and his heart is also very anxious, kneeling in front of the statue over and over again and praying, hoping that the god can help them through this cold winter, and dare not hope that no one will die, only hope that more people will survive.

"If that doesn't work, why don't you try something else? You can't hunt alone, maybe you can have more people?"

Ace gave an opinion, and his divine power allowed him to occupy a place in the clan, even if he was still a sacrificial disciple, but everyone gave him the same power as a sacrificial priest.

The priest closed his eyes, he didn't know whether to support Ace, the man of God, maybe his words were the hope of God?

The patriarch didn't dare to gamble with his people's lives, and in the end, only a few orcs volunteered to hunt with Ace, including Ace's ex-husband Yahe.

Before leaving, the priest put a red stone necklace around Ace's neck, hoping that it would protect him, and when the people were gone, he knelt in front of the idol and prayed for them again and again, but unconsciously rubbed the unfinished statue in his hand, hoping that they would return safely.

The orcs who returned at dinner were in high spirits, and the prey they carried made all the clansmen cheer, and the young orcs excitedly told them about Ace's miracles, and Ace only smiled modestly, indicating that everything was guided by God.

God's guidance!, the priest groaned, rubbing the wood carving in his hand again.

Ace was able to get God's guidance to find prey hibernating under the snow during the snowy winter, bypassing the beasts that were more ferocious to them, so that the people survived all winter without lack of food.

Plenty of food and fur ensured their survival, and they couldn't wait to celebrate before the early spring arrived.

This year's exchange meeting, Ace, who was not on the list, also asked to participate, the patriarch groaned and did not refuse, the statement that Ace is a person of the gods has been widely spread among the tribe, and the priest did not object to this statement, he was silent, as always.

Ace's request was finally granted, and the priest once again presented the redstone necklace, "It's yours." "You don't have to give it back, I hope it will always bless you.

"Thank you, Priestess. ”

Ace thanked him earnestly, his attitude was respectful, and there was nothing wrong with it at all, but it made the priest's mood suddenly become low.

The journey is very long, the exchange between the tribes is very time-consuming, most of the time has to be wasted on the road, the real exchange time is relatively short, the necessities can be listed in advance, the leader of the team also knows it, after the exchange is enough, the rest is for them to see what they want, or what to bring for their friends.

When the summer heat up, the team returned, the patriarch and the priest stood there to greet the clansmen from afar, the orc carried a bag of items on his shoulder, and the only one who was empty-handed was Ace, he walked next to the leader, and when he saw the sacrifice, he took two steps faster and stood beside the sacrifice.

A light smile appeared on the priest's face, and it was good to come back safely.

In the evening, it was the celebration of the tribe, and after the meeting, Ace returned with the sacrifice, and on the way, he gave a jade plaque to the sacrifice, "This is my gift, I hope you can like it." ”

The emerald green jade plaque is like a cyan leaf, and it is carved with two simple words - Rod, the priest rubs these two words, his name, since his parents died, no one has called his name...... Silently returning to the room, the shiny wood carving rubbed in his palm warmed like his heart......

A few years later, when the priest died, Ace became a sacrifice, he was finally able to pick up the statue without scruples and take a closer look, the texture of the hardwood was delicate, and the carving was excellent, but the person on it ......, "Is it my delusion......? Everyone's aesthetic standards are the same? Or is it because the original owner looks like a beast god, so he gets a lot of favors? Even if many people are in trouble, they can still die?

Maybe it's because of the blessing of the power of faith, the idol itself is warm and has a jade-like luster, Ace didn't make any changes, he thought that this image was known to everyone, and the change was equivalent to challenging all the orcs and females in the entire orc world, so he put the idol back in its place, and used the power of faith that he could use to make it look more mysterious...... 166 Reading Network