"Well, of course, of course! I have never questioned the Mother Goddess' care for her children." Lord Lorek explained a few words. His current state was not good, and his wording was not very appropriate.
Snorri didn't hold on to it, "I understand your difficulty, but you should also know that for a person like me who serves the gods, some things are negotiable and some things are not negotiable!"
Lord Lorek nodded to indicate that he understood that due to their frequent dealings with the lords of Bretonnia, the dwarves of Breeze Castle may have the richest and clearest understanding of gods in the entire Mountain Kingdom.
"If you are really under great pressure, you can secretly spread some news. As long as it is not outrageous, I will not directly deny it, and of course I will not admit it head-on." Snorri gave Lord Lorek another step. , after all, the Doomsday Anvil is not in hand yet.
"Okay, this matter should come sooner rather than later. After the ceremony, you can come with me and unveil it!" Lord Lorek said simply, and Snorri didn't want to delve into the mystery.
He knew in his heart that even though he was the chosen one by the ancestral goddess and the anvil was vacant, there must still be people in his clan who didn't want him to get it.
Snorri sent a Hammer of Eternity guard to inform Cousin Tommy that he had sent the oath money and was ready to host the ceremony. This was the largest and highest-level ceremony he had ever hosted since time travel.
Sacrificing ancestors, gods and ancestors who have made outstanding contributions before the New Year is an unshakable tradition of the dwarves since the golden age.
Even if the person presiding over the sacrifice today is the god chosen by the ancestral goddess, other gods will not be left out. The officiant needs to offer sacrifices and eulogies to each venerable person in the shrine in order, but the order may be slightly different in different places. different.
At the same time, this is also the largest number of participants. Strictly speaking, all tribesmen in the surrounding areas are eligible to participate, regardless of whether they live in Breeze Castle or not.
As Snorri emerged from the preparation room in his best formal attire, he was shaken by a tsunami of cheers. Enthusiastic tribesmen crowded inside the temple, and it was difficult to find a place to stay even in the square outside.
Every dwarf wants to meet the chosen one of the ancestral goddesses, and Snorri's manifestation of divine grace during the previous challenge only intensified this effect.
A simple prayer can allow the Mother Goddess to heal the injured tribesmen. A high-level ceremony like the current one will most likely receive divine favor. With this idea in mind, many tribesmen living in the human world also came in advance.
Of course Snorri was very prepared for this. He didn't say much. After all, witnessing the facts with his own eyes is better than any words.
Lord Rorek steeled himself and made two opening remarks before walking off the stage, and sacrifices were delivered to Snorri one after another.
First of all, it is a piece of marble with excellent color. The stone body is plump, without cracks and inclusions, and it also has unique patterns suitable for making stone sculptures. This is dedicated to the father God Granny.
According to the tradition passed down by the old people, the sacrifice to the father God Granny in the New Year should be the best ore mined by the entire dwarf group in the year.
No matter where it is, God the Father is always the first person to be sacrificed, even if the officiant is Snorri. He presented the ore in front of the statue in accordance with the regulations, and then recited a prayer provided by Lord Lorek in advance.
After the words fell, nothing happened. However, this was not beyond the expectations of the dwarves present. After all, they were chosen by the ancestral goddess. The real show was yet to come.
Then Snorri picked up a beer barrel. This was the best beer brewed locally in Karak-Zforim this year. According to tradition, this was a year-end offering to the mother goddess Varaya.
Every year, the bar owners in the fortress have a competition for whose beer is qualified to be selected as a sacrifice. This is also called the Oktoberfest, and it is a carnival unique to the dwarves.
Snorri presented the barrel of beer to the Mother Goddess and then began to chant. Although he is not a local, he has the right to modify some of the prayers because of his status as the chosen one.
After reporting on behalf of Lord Lorek the major events that occurred in Breeze Castle within the scope of Valaya's authority this year, he also brought in some personal information of his own.
Snorri reported to the Mother Goddess his achievements along the way and his contribution to the rejuvenation of the mountains, and received continuous applause from the tribesmen.
Every dwarf looked forward to seeing the divine grace in person, but when Snorri ended this part of the ceremony, nothing happened.
Almost all the tribesmen in Breeze Castle shouted. Snorri showed divine grace in his challenge, and no one doubted whether he had lost the favor of the Mother Goddess. They cleverly controlled the variables and vented their anger on the beer's owner.
"Old man! The swill you brewed angered the Mother Goddess!"
"There's a shady secret behind the competition!"
"I have long said that I should use blue sheep! Goddess's Choice used that one before! It only wins the favor of the Mother Goddess!"
It wasn't that Snorri didn't want the Mother Goddess to show her divine grace, but there was a cooling-off period after just performing the Valaya Sacrifice, but he had other preparations.
Listening to the miscellaneous cries of the tribesmen, which eventually turned into doubts about the sacrifices and fights against the sacrifice providers, Snorri sighed, shook his head and walked towards the statue of Grimnir.
Snorri knew that because he had always chosen blue sheep as sacrifices before, goats were suddenly more expensive due to the trend he started.
Every tribesman hopes to have blue sheep as a sacrifice when offering sacrifices to their ancestors. Some wealthy people will use them to replace the original main dishes on the table so that they can enjoy the same delicious food as the mother goddess.
Last night, someone came to ask him if he needed to change the sacrifice to the Mother Goddess. Snorri did not change out of respect for thousands of years of tradition. As far as he is concerned, it doesn't matter whether it's blue sheep or fine wine.
After all, no matter how delicious the mutton is, it’s not him who eats it, and no matter how sweet the wine is, it’s not him who drinks it. He doesn’t know whether the Mother Goddess is satisfied or not, but it is he who has the final say whether she will bestow divine favor.
The next sacrifice Snorri saw was a dried green-skinned head. Judging from the size of the thing and the scars on it, this guy must have been a very waaagh green-skinned person during his lifetime.
This is also true. The sacrifice of the God of War Grimnir is traditionally the strongest enemy killed by the city this year, and the owner of this head is an orc general under the command of the Pot-Belly King Gulu.
Snorri blocked outside interference in his mind, brought up his own system and opened the ritual panel. Then he quietly took the sacrifices and placed them in front of the statue.
As Snorri began to recite the prayer, the square gradually became quiet. In any case, the dwarves in the mountains still respected such a ceremony.
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