When the other party replied that it was two years, and the treatment was one meal a day plus a little copper plate, he shook his head again and again on his back: "Alas~~~ It's the same as before." It hasn't changed for more than ten years. Hmph, I knew there wasn't much of a future here. You are still young, probably the youngest of the witches. The rest of the witches are old men like us. ”

The other party replied, "It is indeed the youngest, but in fact it is not young." After wandering around the field for many years, there is still no head, so I can only come back. It's good to be a witch, it's better than a normal snake man. This is also the special kindness of the clan witch, who has not accepted witch servants for many years, but now he has accepted me. He couldn't help but say again: "It's also my luck, it just so happens that a relative has a good relationship with the clan witch, and I have some knowledge, which is exactly what the clan witch needs." So I stayed. And the fifth child shook his head again and again: "I see, those witch servants are already old and can't be old anymore, and he really has no one to find someone with no foundation to be a witch servant, so as not to threaten his rule." You have been out for many years, and you have a local partner who has an iron relationship, and you have no appeal in the clan, right? ”

Seeing that the other party nodded slightly in surprise, he took advantage of the situation: "Do you still think you picked up a bargain? hiss~~ People are picking soft persimmons and pinching them." That guy's personality is poor, his heart is big, his ability is small and he is suspicious, and he can't get Mingtang or benefit from it for the rest of his life. In the end, it's just like those old witch servants!" The other party immediately smiled: "Then what do you think can be promising?"

It's really a good guy, the old wizard loves this kind of understanding person. It just so happened that they came to a cave next to a wide waterfall. It was beside the water that seemed to be a wide staircase, and the old wizard saw that there were no snake men or other movements around, so he continued to take the cover of the rumbling waves, and expressed his willingness to form an alliance with him, and find an opportunity to help him ascend to the throne!

The young witch listened to the other man's gushing and eager plans without blinking, and finally calmly stretched out his hand to shake his hand: "Well, thank you for the reminder, otherwise I would have been blinded for half my life." Thank you so much!It's a pity that there aren't many opportunities now, so let's both pay attention to them in the future, and we can't miss them as long as we have the opportunity!" the firm tone made the old wizard laugh heartily. When they entered the huge sacrificial chamber full of corpses, filled with pools of blood, and boiling large jars of corpse oil, the old wizard was already in good spirits and did the work of a witch. He also greeted his old friends on the high platform of the surrounding cave walls and beside the altar of the blood pool. He even caught a passing mouse and kissed it with his long scarlet tongue: "Aha! You are the grandson of the grandson of that old fellow." It's as ugly as the old guy. Hahahaha~~~"

Yes, he was very happy, and he cursed and slaughtered the poor green elf who screamed and screamed. He can also joke and rip out the bloody entrails. But the Inkthorn Snake Witch Servant he 'persuaded' was cold. He coldly finished his bloody, venom-spattered work. Calmly go back to your room, calmly go back to your room, calmly coil in the nest and think about the things of these days.

Are witches important? Perhaps. But they can't change the snake people, or even the situation of the witch servants. A qiē can only be carried out as usual. Are prophets important? Maybe they're important to the snake people in this swamp, because they haven't seen the world. As for the belief passed down from generation to generation by the clansmen, and the 'supreme faith' that the clan witches talk about every day~~~ hum, if the faith is useful, it will not be kicked out by the snake kingdom and forced to be thrown into this lonely swamp, waiting to be beaten by humans every day. At best, he could only shout 'Faith is greatest' and slap the weaker and stupider greenspirits and kobolds around him.

The belief of our snake people, our ancestral god ~~~hum~~~

In the following days, he made the sacrifice with the crowd as usual, and then, according to the teachings of the Prophet, he found a three-foot-long S-shaped branch from a warthog hole, for which they destroyed 123 warthog burrows, and then wrapped the branches little by little with the spider silk they had plucked after a rainy night, for which he did not sleep well for several days. Finally, gray-brown eggs are selected from the female snake people and the eggs are broken with this branch. Because these eggs represent the weakness and misfortune of the tribe, crush them!

Of course, since none of the female snake people of the tribe laid such eggs during this period, they adopted a workaround - forcibly pouring a special potion on several snake people who were pregnant with eggs, forcing their eggs to appear gray-brown spots. In this way, the requirements set out in the dogma are satisfied.

Of course, taking these potions is a great harm to the body, and in the future, it will also bear a bad reputation of 'giving birth to bad things'. In fact, none of the female snake people in the tribe were willing to do this, so they adopted a workaround - buy a few pregnant snake people from the outside and give them medicine.

Of course, buying and selling snake people is strictly forbidden in the teachings, and it is impossible to return to the arms of the ancestral gods after death. This is one in all the Snake People schools of faith. In fact, they couldn't buy such snake people from other tribes. So they went ahead and adopted a workaround - buying ~~~~~ from humans

That's right, just buy from those human invaders! The humans swept through other tribes' villages and captured some female snake people, so they ~~~ bought some back. When the snake man of Inkthorn was boringly knocking on these poor snake eggs that had been deliberately twisted with a stick, he naturally thought of a proverb in human society: take off your pants and fart.

There was nothing bad in the first place, but for the sake of doctrine, for the sake of currying favor with the holy prophets, they wanted to make such a thing, and then break it. Snort~~~ I didn't expect us snake people to take off their pants and fart this trick. As for buying captives from humans~~~ This is also a great rescue.

Okay, go ahead and take off your pants and fart. These 'ominous eggs' are then broken into a series of elaborate but 'extremely sacred' rituals in accordance with the great teachings revealed by the Prophet.

Although in the true kingdom of the snake people, this is heresy and blasphemy.

Blasphemy is blasphemy, anyway, a place has the final say on a prophet. The indifferent inkthorn snake people have finished blaspheming in strict accordance with the provisions of the doctrine~~~ Oh no, it is the entire holy sacrifice. On the twelfth day, he finally waited for the order of the clan witch, and led more than a hundred strong snake men to hurry to the holy lake in the center of the swamp, the sacred place where the holy prophet lived, carrying the sacrifices.

Presumably, the army of the witches had hit a nail in the coffin in front of the humans, so they were so desperate to meet the Prophet that they even forced the party to venture through a hilly and shallow swamp dominated by the gnolls. As a result, he met a bear goblin voodoo zombie squad made by the jackal wizard and almost started a battle. Fortunately, the gnoll leader noticed that they were only crossing the border, and ordered the wizard to lead the abominable voodoo zombies to evacuate.

The holy lake was revealed to them on the fifth day! Looking at the gloomy and wet strange trees on the edge of the lake, at the mile-wide backlogged pond where even crocodiles could not grow, the witch dressed in gold and silver ornaments let out a long sigh of relief. Then he had the sacrifices full of venom, curses, and strange shapes loaded onto the ship, placed on the boat with the gold, silver, and jewels, and rowed by himself into the gray-brown lake where no bird flies.

On the shore, the old wizard who was traveling with him was a little irritable and impatient, and he even whispered to the inkhorn snake man next to him: "He has no other ability than to pray to the prophet! If I were a prophet, I would have beaten this uncompetitive fellow with my tail a long time ago, and I was timid before the war, what qualifications did he have to lead the tribe?"

The Inkhorn Snake replied blandly, "Prophets also like to be embraced." The old sorcerer also joked, "But it is unclean to worship any idol other than the ancestral gods." Hehehe~~~" The inkthorn snake man responded: "It's 'support', not 'worship'." Either way, if the prophet could help him settle the matter, he would have passed another hurdle. ”

"It may not be settled immediately. The old former wizard nagged. Or, he's looking forward to it!

Oh oh ~ ~~~ The center of the lake seems to be boiling, splashing with dark waves! Even the sky above inexplicably appeared heavy dark clouds, instantly obscuring the sky and the sun, and blowing a howling, wet wind, firmly covering the wide lake, and even extending above everyone's heads. The sight of the evil clouds rolling, the breath of the turbid wind blowing on the face, seemed to be the prophet's huge hand hanging above his head, ready to be grabbed at any moment and tear people apart! In an instant, all the snakes trembled and shuddered!

Lalala~~~~ The surface of the lake is raised high, as if a big wave rises on the ground! Like a majestic water wave castle breaking out of the lake, clustered around one of the four or five stories high huge python-shaped figure slowly standing in front of the small wooden boat of the clan witch. It's as if the crooked towers are talking to the clansmen who tremble on the turbulent boat.

"You say, will the prophet be angry and swallow him?" the old wizard on the shore whispered again, but the witch servant of Inkthorn replied calmly, "No way, as long as the sacrifice is right, the prophet will not be angry." "As for swallowing the witch and then letting you ascend to the throne?

Sure enough, in the middle of the lake, where the evil waves were constantly surging and the dark clouds were heavy, the majestic prophet and the small clan witch talked for a while, and then pointed and commanded the clan witch with his hideous claws as wide as his big window, and then grabbed and released the strange light to impact on the clan witch's staff, filling it with vigorous spell energy, so that it emitted a dazzling light thread, flickering and compelling!

When the witch returned excitedly from rowing a small boat, he held up an energetic and powerful staff and commanded the people: "The holy prophet has conveyed the will of the ancestral gods, and the great ancestral gods will destroy these foreign races with storms and floods and strange disasters! The ancestral gods are great! The ancestral gods are great! And we must reward the gods for their grace with great sacrifices!!

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