Chapter 968: The Melancholy of the Golden Miracle Clan

Once upon a time, a group of strange-faced tribesmen strayed into a huge cave deep underground.

They found countless gold and treasures in the underground caves, and they happily used these treasures to decorate their masks.

 The gods of the earth appeared.

She has a body made of gold and crown-like horns. With a gentle breath, the gold and treasures will turn into golden-red juice and be draped on her body.

 Some of the strange-faced people left in fear.

 Others, braver ones, followed in the god's footsteps, dyed their masks and weapons golden with her gold, and called themselves the Golden Clan from then on.

 They lived in underground caves and multiplied for countless years.

One day, a young golden odd-faced tribe full of curiosity left the gold-covered earth corridor on a whim.

It kept walking up, passing through caves one after another. Finally, it saw a light that it had never seen before.

It continued to climb up along the light. When it got out of the hole, it was greeted by dazzling sunlight and a new world that was so vast that it frightened it.

 The young Qimian clan wants to go back, to the familiar golden land.

 But at this moment, the whole land shook violently, and the caves and passages where they came from completely collapsed.

 As a strange-faced creature that is good at digging, as long as it takes long enough, it can always find its way home.

But it did not dare to do this. It believed that its behavior had offended the gods of the earth, and it could only go back after obtaining the gods' forgiveness.

 At a loss what to do, it wandered in the wasteland.

 The strange golden masks and golden weapons attract the wandering strange-faced tribe.

 They surrounded it and listened to it tell the story of the Golden Land and the Earth God.

Since then, a new strange-faced tribe has appeared in the wasteland of the Big Ant Mound. Their leader comes from the Golden Country and is the priest of the earth god.

"Well"

Gordon looked at the golden strange-faced tribe who was kneeling on the ground, looking frustrated, with a strange expression, "So, this guy just became the leader of this group of strange-faced tribes in such a muddle-headed manner?"

Mr. Monroe shrugged, "Don't forget, the civilization of the Strange Face Tribe is still in a relatively primitive stage (referring to the widespread use of rocket launchers).

 Magical origins and experiences, golden masks given by gods, legends of earth gods, etc. These already have the embryonic form of religion.

It would be better if it worked harder to come up with a doctrine and then send people around to preach more.

 It is possible to unify the entire Great Ant Mound Wasteland and even the strange-faced tribes from further afield.

 After all, ‘It has come to this earthly world more than sixteen thousand sunsets’, well, that’s what it said. "

 “Good guy, how many years is this going to be?” Gordon leaned back tactically.

Herta replied casually: "In the 40s."

 “Oh! It’s been so long.”

"It's a bit pitiful. From young to old, I can't go back." Hayata sighed.

Gordon doesn’t have much empathy, “So, what does this have to do with commanding the Strange Face Tribe to rob the ore?

I remember Gaba said before that it was for tribute or something? Will the **** of the earth appear again? "

Gordon has little respect for the so-called gods. In his opinion, the so-called **** of the earth is most likely an ancient dragon living underground.

 “I asked you about this just now.”

The experienced orc scholar stroked his beard and said: “It said that more than half a year ago, it received ‘guidance from the anger of the earth god’, and it believed that this was the **** asking for tribute.

As long as the tribute can satisfy the god, it can return to its hometown. "

Gordon became somewhat interested. He thought of the twin sisters in Yanhuo Village, "God's guidance? Can it still resonate with that 'god'?"

Monroe said quietly: "At the time it mentioned, there was an earthquake in the Great Ant Mound Wasteland. That's what it should be referring to."

Gordon grinned, "Is this the guidance? No wonder it's anger, it's so direct."

　　After saying that, Gordon felt someone poke his thigh. He looked down and saw that it was a pork chop.

  "Gordon, meow! Do you remember the story the Commander-in-Chief told you, meow? It also happened more than forty years ago, meow!"     Gordon was startled when he heard this.

At that time, the commander-in-chief did not speak in detail, and he did not listen carefully. He lost his mind after listening, so he did not make any associations.

 After being reminded by the pork chop, he suddenly realized that the two things were probably the same thing.

Gordon thought for a moment and asked: "Mr. Monroe, if I give it something it really wants at this time, given the character of the Strange Face Clan, will they appreciate it?"

"Yes, the Strange Face Tribe has a bad temper, but it is still quite simple. If you give them good things, they will treat you as a friend."

Monroe looked at Gordon curiously, "So what are you going to give it? Isn't it your sword?"

　　　.How is that possible.”

Gordon took out his hunter's notebook. He hadn't taken it out since the last time he put the piece of gold in it. He was still thinking of using it as a bookmark.

 Take out the gold piece and hand it to the depressed Golden Face Clan.

　　The Golden Strange-Faced Clan raised his head, but his eyes could no longer move.

It shivered and took the gold piece, stroking the complicated lines on it, as if it was about to pull it away at any time.

 “Gah ah ah ah—!”

The Golden Strange Face Tribe suddenly jumped up like crazy, rolled a few times after landing on the ground, jumped up again, waved its hands and feet, and danced a strange dance.

 The surrounding strange-faced tribesmen saw this and started dancing too.

Monroe looked at this group of cheering strange-faced people and said to Gordon in surprise: "It seems that you have indeed come up with something amazing.

 Looking at them like this, this is no longer a matter of establishing friendship, you will gain their gratitude.

Perhaps, the entire investigation team will benefit from it. For your sake, they should not attack our people again in the future. "

After shouting wildly for a while, the Golden Strange Face Clan rushed over again, hugged Gordon's thigh, and started yelling again.

“It kept saying thank you, and said that you brought it the key to home, and that you were a messenger of God, eh.” Mr. Monroe translated.

Gordon was a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm of the strange-faced tribe. "It seems that the 'god of the earth' it spoke of was really the 'golden earth goddess' that the commander-in-chief and the others encountered back then."

Herta's eyes were shining, obviously she was extremely interested in the past events Gordon told her.

Hayata heard Gordon talk about encountering an ancient dragon man. She said funnyly: "You always say that I am lucky. Isn't your luck very good this time?"

 “Hey, it’s just once in a while.”

After a while, the Golden Strange Face Tribe who finally calmed down pulled off the beast tooth necklace hanging around his neck and handed it to Gordon.

Monroe explained on the side: "Keep it, take this thing with you, the strange-faced tribe in the New World should not attack you.

 The tribes in the Great Ant Mound Desert will even come over to help you when you fight. "

“What if I got this necklace from hunting?” Gordon asked curiously.

“They have their own way of distinguishing themselves. If they wear a blood-stained necklace, they will attack in groups.” Monroe was a little helpless at the hunters’ brain circuits.

The Golden Strange Face Clan shouted again, and the surrounding Strange Face Clan also cheered together.

"Oh? It seems that I can't leave these days." The experienced orc scholar adjusted his hat.

"What's the meaning?"

“It said that the time has come. They will hold the Strange Face Tribe’s sacrifice on the full moon night in two days’ time and offer tribute to the ‘gods of the earth’. The priest invites us to participate.”

"The conflict here should have been resolved, so do we still want to participate in this festival?" Hayata asked.

"of course yes!"

Hertha and Mr. Monroe said in unison.

 (End of this chapter)