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"Oh, my lord, the whispers of the gods are not something that mortals can hear, or understand. Tarek replied. "I use a common method of divination......"

"What did you say?!" Ashrufat's eyes lit up as he suddenly realized something.

“...... This one...... That one...... I...... A common method of divination is used, which is bird bone divination...... Use the bones of the birds......"

"I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about your last sentence. What do you say...... The whispers of the gods are not heard by mortals?

"Ah...... My lord, this ...... Don't you know? The ...... of the gods How can the words of the gods be heard by mortals, and even the words of the gods cannot be borne by mortals!"

Ashrufat was visibly stunned. "What happens if you can't afford it?" he asked.

"Of course, insane and insane!" replied Tarek. Or rather, those who have heard the whispers of the gods are dead. ”

"This is ......" Ashruphat found himself inadvertently touching the key that opened the secret door. "Rumors, legends, or something experienced?"

"My lord, this is just a legend. But I don't think anyone who is overconfident or stupid will be interested in proofreading whether this is a rumor or not. ”

"Can't the gods communicate directly with mortals?" said Ashruphat softly, not sure if he was speaking to Tarek or to himself.

"Oh, logically speaking, if the voices of the gods can be heard directly by mortals, then where in this world are there so many ways to receive oracles?"

The voices of the gods cannot be heard directly by mortals...... Is that what Slaanesh was referring to when he said "you are special"? For some reason, I have the opportunity to hear directly from the gods? That's why

Wait, that's just a statement at the end of the day. In this world, there is no direct connection between legend and reality, even in the midst of chaos.

Ashruphat suddenly regretted killing the Immortal Lord, or killing it too soon. He should have asked. It is true that low-level and even middle-level Chaos believers do not have the opportunity to listen to the Divine Word, but someone like Immortal Lord Jakes must have a chance...... Wait, luckily, there's not just one Immortal Juggernaut nearby, there's another one.

"By the way," Ashrufa said, settling and turning the subject back. "What was the result of the divination you said?"

"A result that even I can't explain. Tarek said. "I can only understand that for me, this journey is full of dangers and opportunities. ”

"Oh, how is it that 'unexplainable'? ”

"Oh, my lord, you probably don't know. Different oracles have different costs, such as bird bone divination, which does not cost anything, but correspondingly, there is only a vague, symbolic answer. Interpreting it is a difficult task, and I'm not sure I can understand it. The oracle I received was this: 'The Lost City, the Moon of the Serpent, the Holy Grail of Fire, the Kingdom of Ashes, the Sword and the Authority, the Lament of the Gods.' ’”

"What do you mean?" the oracle is really mysterious. I can understand word by word, but I can't understand it when I mix it up.

"My lord, as I said, interpreting such oracles is a difficult task, and no one can say that they understand the will of God 100 percent. This is also the reason why bird bone divination is simple and convenient, and there is no additional cost. Speaking of which, it is true that many people use bird bone divination, but if the whole tribe asks for the guidance of the divine will, it will use other ways that can be clearly guided. I can only speculate based on the content. ”

"It's funny. Ashrufat said. "However, I have a little thing I want you to do for me. ”

This sentence became the end of this conversation. Tarek quickly took his leave, and Ashrufat leaned back in his chair. Whether Nurgle was true or not, he would soon know.

Once again, Tzeentch had hooks in his gifts—and more than one. All Ashrufat could do now was remove the hooks as much as he could. Of course, it may not be possible to remove them all, but one less is better.

He opened his eyes and saw Raphnia walk in. For some reason, hooks came to mind again. Perhaps Tzeentch is not the only one who likes to hide a hook in his gifts. Raphinia has a pair of beautiful pale blue pupils that reflect a thing, and delicate lips. Looking at Raphinea's face reminds one of the stories and legends, the wars that led to love, and the troubles that bleed millions.

In fact, among the followers of Slaanesh, there are other similar beauties. Let's say Sagas, the Chaos Lord whom Ashruphat knew before. But the beauty of Sagas is illusory, and it is the magic of Slaanesh that gives rise to the concept of "charm" directly in the human brain. By the time you take your eyes off her, you can't even remember what she was so attracted to you. And this beauty of Raphinia is real, able to be felt by the eyes and remembered by the mind.

Ashrufat wasn't sure if Raphinia had some slacker plot hidden in her, but he knew that in the realm of chaos, the most uncontrollable thing was desire. Once you let desire conquer, it is equivalent to letting chaos completely corrode. In the past, I don't know how many elite agents selected by the church were sent to the Chaos Realm to find out the news, but most of them ended up lost in this land, never to return to their hometown.

Tzeentch attracts mortals with profit, Slaanesh attracts mortals with desire, Nurgle attracts mortals with hope and coercion, and Sadism attracts mortals with simplicity and generosity. Chaos uses the temptation of power and authority to draw mortals to his door. After coming to the Chaos Realm, a southerner can quickly feel the true power of God. A world of simplicity and opportunity, which is very different from the South.

Here, there are no restrictions on bloodline, seniority, status. It all depends on your own ability. However, the Chaos Realm is by no means a paradise, or rather, it is only a paradise for the strong.

"Your Excellency, you didn't drink?" Raphinia came to Ashrufat's table and picked up the flask on the table. The flask was still heavy, indicating that the drunken blood inside had not been drunk.

"I don't want to drink it yet. Ashrufat replied. Maybe it's been in the Chaos Realm for a long time, and now he finds himself more and more accustomed to lying. He just had too much to do, and he didn't have time to drink. "Have you ever drunk this wine?"

"Occasionally, a little. Raphinia replied. "But this drunken blood isn't just any mead. Legend has it that this wine evokes memories of the past. Therefore, some people call it the wine of the elderly, which means that it is suitable for the elderly to drink. However, there are not many people who can afford to drink this wine in old age - it is very popular because of its strength. ”

"Oh, this thing has always been there?" asked Ashrufat. Anyway, he really hadn't learned the origin of the wine, and Tzeentch had already told him the recipe anyway. In addition, the Silent Panic tribe also brews a considerable amount of drunken blood (and even sells it as a specialty). He came to the swamp this time, and he also brought a small amount of wine as a personal belongings.

"This wine has been around for several years...... It's brewed here in Dangerous Peak City. Raphinia said. "My lord, what you are drinking now is what I bought from Dangerous Peak City. ”

"What did I carry? I remember...... I brought with me what seems to be several jars. ”

"You've drunk all the way. Raphinia replied. "Actually, when I got to Dangerous Peak City, I only had the last bit of drink left. ”

Ashrufat looked at the flask and smiled wryly. He really didn't expect him to drink so much. But then again, even though he drank like this, it seemed that there were no other adverse reactions to his body other than getting drunk. I have the impression that those who drink too much will have problems such as decreased body balance (Yan zhòng will even tremble uncontrollably) and weakened mental thinking ability (Yan zhòng will even be completely confused), but he does not seem to have these problems.

"These wines ......," said Ashrufat. He knew he couldn't get drunk right now. Suddenly, he realized that Raphinia's face was flushed, and there was a bit of drunkenness between her words and actions. "Raphinia, you've been drinking. ”

"Drank a little bit...... The blood of drunkenness is indeed very powerful, and I dream of things that I also thought I had forgotten. Raphinia said. Perhaps because of the wine, she sat down across from Ashrufat, her upper body pressed against the table. "It's a bad dream, so I suddenly wanted to come and talk to you. ”

"What have you forgotten?" asked Ashrufat.

"Things to do when I was a kid. Raphinia replied. "I dreamed of when I was a child...... It was like I was only seven or eight years old, with my hair still in pigtails and dust sticking to my cheeks. I'm dressed as an adult...... Adult clothes are cut shorter and my overalls are ...... It's big and sometimes trips me. The clothes weren't warm, and I never felt a trace of warmth in winter. ”

"I'm a slave...... is someone else's property...... Because my parents and relatives had all been killed in the tribal war, I was one of the very few who survived. All wars and massacres are fought in the name of Chaos...... I hate Chaos!" she smiled drunkenly, spitting out words that would be blasphemous to Chaos. "But it was fine at the time, because I was too young to be whipped very often, and no one coveted me with any special eyes. My job is to herd sheep and I don't hate that job because the flock is the only way for me to get warmth when it's cold......"

"I drive the sheep in the tribe...... Every day. One day, the people of the tribe must have won a battle or hunted for a great harvest, because there were many people at the gate that day, and the smell of blood and wine was everywhere...... It's time to get shoulder-to-shoulder. I had to carve out a path for the flock...... Hiding from the drunks who smell of blood. A large hand grabbed my braid and almost dragged me to the ground. I tried to hide from the flock of sheep...... But I didn't cry, because crying only made the villains laugh and insult me even more wantonly. ”