Give Me the Name of God

Manda stared at the young man and smiled, a pig is a pig, never dared to look into the tiger's eyes, the young man was scared, he didn't dare to look at Manda again, but spit on the little boy.

"Dirty beggars, who wants to eat your food!" The young man sat back in the corner, and kicked the little boy again while Manda was not paying attention.

The little boy sobbed a few times in grievance, Manda turned to smile at the little boy, and then stuffed the bread into his mouth.

From dinner until now, Manda hadn't eaten anything, this small piece of bread restored Manda's spirit a lot.

The young man was still cursing at the side. He wanted to kick the boy again, but when he saw Manda's gloomy expression, he took his foot back embarrassingly.

He didn't understand why he was afraid of this guy. Manda was much shorter and thinner than him. Normally, he could be subdued with two punches, but this time he didn't have the courage to take a second look.

"He's annoying, but he's not guilty of death." A voice was so weak that it was almost recognizable, and if it wasn't for Manda's special hearing, it would be impossible to hear someone talking.

Manda turned his face and saw a sloppy middle-aged uncle with big eyes and dark skin. The beard started to grow from the bottom of the cheekbones, covered the entire cheek, and was connected with the hair. The hair spread unscrupulously. Connected with the eyebrows.

This is simply a hairy man!

One obvious benefit of having such thick hair is that he hides his expressions so perfectly that even his lips are covered by a beard so that he can't see his mouth open when he speaks.

"We have unique abilities that shouldn't be used to deal with blind ducks, and there are even bigger troubles waiting for us."

Blind duck, the name of ordinary people by the believers of the ancient gods, it turns out that this uncle is a fellow.

The bearded uncle looked at the carriage covered by the curtain, and said, "Have you smelled it? It smells like blood."

Manda nodded. He did smell blood, but he didn't make a sound. The voice of a twelve-year-old boy could be easily detected.

Manda turned her face away, looked at the boy and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"Being a laborer for the viscount!" the boy blinked. "The viscount said he needs a laborer. Give us bread and wages. The viscount is very generous and has already given us two silver coins."

Two silver coins! These words hit Manda's heart.

The child was only about five years old, and his mother was a thin woman, and no one would hire them as laborers.

They were cheated and sold themselves for two silver coins.

The annoying young man spoke again: "You are just slaves, I am different from you, I told the cavalry lord, I can read, he gave three silver coins, I will become a clerk, Do things by the side of the adults, and use the whip he rewarded me to teach you **** slaves!"

Manda ignored the young man's stupid words. Although he lived in the Jurassic period without the concept of emotion in his previous life, he never thought that human life could be so humble.

"It's all for living, and I was fooled too," the sloppy uncle was still speaking in a way that ordinary people can't detect, "Why were you caught?"

"I'm also here to live." Manda said perfunctorily, stretched out her index finger, and made a cross-eyed look.

Shenli's judgment was accurate, two silver coins appeared on everyone's face, which was cheaper than a pig, and the people in this wooden cart were only worth so much.

"Don't use your divine power indiscriminately," the uncle looked at the cavalry outside and reminded, "Dungeon hunter Zigsai, a third-order follower of Gaia, can ask you about your scent."

Believers of Earth Mother Gaia? His personality is very high, it feels higher than Zeus, and it is still at the third level. How many levels does this kind of ancient god believer need to reach the full level?

Manda withdrew her cross-eyed eyes, and thought to herself: I am afraid he has already found out, not only me, but also you.

The scenery in the red leaf forest is very beautiful, the remaining maple leaves fall from the branches from time to time, hovering and flying in the wind, the scene is even more charming than oil painting.

If it was a walk in the woods, the scene would be impeccably beautiful, but sitting in a wooden cage now reminded Manda of pigs being sent to the slaughterhouse in a truck.

Seeing how the sun was slanting, the carriage walked through the forest for almost two hours, and finally arrived at the viscount's camp.

In this era, infantry and cavalry represent two classes in the army. Infantry are soldiers, and cavalry are officers. A cavalry has at least two infantry to cooperate with it, plus two to three attendants. It is like a combat squad. the little captain.

Although Zigsay was wearing a cavalry uniform, it was just a disguise of his identity. He was a bounty hunter invited by the viscount to protect his son and provide necessary help for the war.

As soon as he returned to the camp, Torres, the son of Viscount Saurons, greeted him personally.

"Is everything going well?"

"The god is real, but the number of people is not enough, at least two people a day."

"Why don't you bring some back, there are many refugees who are starving to death."

"They're not that easy to deceive, but two of these people are special, and their blood is comparable to four ordinary people."

Torres invited Zigger to enter the tent of the chief general, and after dismissing the others, Torres asked, "Which two people are special?"

Zigsey took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "That strong man with a hairy face, he is the seed of Titan, he delivered it to the door by himself, and there is another child, I can't smell his blood , caught him near the forest."

Torres was startled: "Could it be a spy sent by the valley?"

Zigssay nodded and said, "It's possible. He was hiding in the bushes, and he seemed to have been lurking for a long time."

Torres said: "From his mouth, you may be able to ask some news about the valley."

"It's a good idea." Zigsey took off his helmet, took a sip of his wine, and pursed his lips. "I suggest that you send him to Lord Viscount, or interrogate him in another place."

Torres frowned and said, "Why can't we interrogate in the barracks?"

Zigsai laughed and said, "This is your barracks. Of course you can interrogate here, but I beg you to wait until tomorrow, when I leave the camp."

"What are you worried about?" Torres narrowed his eyes, a Tier 3 powerhouse seemed to have nothing to fear in this remote place.

Zigsay cut the bread into small pieces, soaked it in the thick soup, took a big sip, wiped his mouth and said, "Frankly speaking, I don't think Lord Viscount really wants to fight this battle, if he just wants to pretend To show Lord Marquis, it’s best not to really provoke those lunatics in Resentment Valley, at least I don’t want to get into trouble.”

Torres was very dissatisfied with Zigset's attitude: "Since you don't want to cause trouble, why did you bring that child back?"

"He is wandering around the camp and may threaten your safety. It is my duty to protect you, but what happens after this has nothing to do with me."

Torres bit his lip. Zigssay was right. Viscount Sorens didn't want to attack the Valley of Resentment. The valley was within his territory. Once the war failed, he knew how serious the consequences would be.

But he didn't dare to disobey the Marquis' order. He formed an army, bought powerful fetishes, and hired the well-known strong dungeon hunter Zigsay.

The purpose of doing this is to show the marquis his mind, and he can play it by ear when the real war starts. If the Marquis could really conquer the Valley of Resentment, he would of course be willing to follow the Marquis to beat the dog in the water. If the Marquis was defeated, he would at least have an army that could guarantee the Marquis' arrangements and have a bargaining chip to mediate with the Earl.

"Wait for another two days, wait until father comes," Torres squeezed out a smile, "Can today's sacrifice begin?"

"Of course." Zigsay nodded, "I have already told the priest the process, and he knows what to do."

...

The priest prepared everything, and after the rain stopped, the two waiters lifted the veil on the statue, and the pungent bloody smell rushed towards them.

It was a stone statue of a white goddess as tall as a human being. She was standing on the altar, wearing a short robe, holding a short bow in her right hand, and was about to take out a feathered arrow from the quiver behind her with her left hand. She looked like a hunter.

Manda is not sensitive to the image of the gods, after all, he has only learned the words on the divine tree.

But the bearded uncle recognized it at a glance, "This is the statue of Artemis, the goddess of hunting, and there is blood in the statue."

Manda lowered her voice as much as possible: "Is it the blood of the Hunting Goddess?"

"No, it's the blood of the nymph. The nymph is the maid of the gods. A nymph of the goddess of hunting is sealed in this statue. The priest wants to wake her up."

"Wake up with what?"

"It should be human blood," the bearded uncle's eyebrows gradually raised, "I have a hunch that it is human blood."