"Is a werewolf the best sacrifice?" the dwarf was very curious.
"Witches can do it too," Quillen replied. "Mystics who believe in the Broken Moon dedicate themselves to the Broken Moon. This is the most perfect sacrifice."
"Do you still want to fill your stomach beforehand?"
"When werewolves digest excess food, they need magical assistance. This will make their internal organs full of magic."
If Uriel had been there, he would surely have figured out the reason for the weirdness in "Bad Brinz." Quillen turned all the members of the Wheel Gang into werewolves, then killed them one by one, used magic to guide the corpses into the forest, and finally held a ceremony to sacrifice Broken Moon in the camp.
Painter couldn't help but suspect that Broken Moon, an obscure deity, was actually an evil god. His followers are pitifully few, and his sacrificial methods are also very evil. There is also the madness of werewolves. A normal god would probably not turn his followers into lunatics on the day of the sacrifice. The messenger said that Broken Moon has not yet reached the status of a true god, but even if he did not believe in the moon, the dwarves would only dare to agree with such blasphemous words in their hearts. Anyway, the gods are long gone and I have no interest in theology.
The man paused and said, "Maybe you can ask questions about knowledge later. I think you should be more curious about other things. For example, the caravan and the Paladin, and Jais Lancost."
"You know a lot." Golden-bearded Kaixi couldn't help but look sideways. "But we know most of this."
"What about Bonfire Town?"
"Only this," said the messenger. His boots were still stepping on the man's chest, and he actually made a gesture of listening carefully. "Appreciate further details."
Painter felt that this sentence sounded really weird when used here. But there was no way for him to step forward and correct the young man.
"Bonfire Town is cursed because of the loss of the Elf Gold Cup, and Greenbrier City is a large mysterious place."
"that's it?"
"Of course not. I suspect that the golden cup is the treasure lost in the Black Moon Tide. It should be in Greenbrier City. Those projections are both a curse and a key." Quillen coughed, turned his head and spit out a broken tooth. "I have to thank you, my lord, for bringing back my consciousness. Those inferior goods that were rushed out are not enough to keep me sane. Maybe the next morning, I will really turn into a crazy wolf in the forest ”
It's just that the method is a bit crude. Painter saw the unspoken words on his half-man, half-wolf face, which actually showed some sympathy. But soon he realized what the other party said, treasure?
His heart was beating fast, and he subconsciously looked at his companions. Jet's eyes were no different from his own. The elven treasure in the sunken ship, Surte is on top, is actually in Greenbrier City!
The dwarf felt that the cold had suddenly gone away, and he even wanted to turn around and go back to the town. He could guarantee that no adventurer would remain unmoved by the treasure so close at hand. If there is something that drives humans or non-humans to give up a dull and stable life and devote themselves to unknown adventures, the original reason will never be risk and excitement, but the transcendence that may appear at the end of the journey. Imaginary treasures.
"You know we are adventurers," said Goldenbeard.
"Obviously," the werewolf replied. "I also recognize that you belong to the Knox mercenary group. You must know that when Jais plans to swallow the goods of those merchants, he will always find out the news about the prey in advance. He doesn't want to provoke Knox, so he asked me to do it. Holy He also gave the knight’s search warrant.”
"You should know that what Jais said is completely different from yours."
"That's why I tell you this secret in exchange for my poor little life." The werewolf didn't even mean to bargain. "Adventurers will never be as dishonest as gangsters. I heard that one of the members of the Oath Keepers Alliance is the dwarf Victor Victor, and this dwarf gentleman must be one of them."
His attitude gave Painter a new understanding of the profession of gang leader. The dwarves despised his knowledge of the times. "Adventurers are not bandits, but if you want to hunt for treasure, you must find York and the others. And you have to come with us."
"We haven't decided yet." Kaixi glared at Painter, "Are you the leader again?"
The big-nosed dwarf stopped talking.
He looked back at the motionless messenger: "Everything is up to you, Your Excellency. He is completely your prey, and his personal life and death and the news of the treasure follow your will." It seemed that Golden Beard did not believe him. if.
The messenger seemed to turn a deaf ear to the treasure. "The Black Moon Tide is the magic wave of the entire Knox." He removed his feet, leaving shallow traces on the snow. The werewolf didn't make any big movements, and his limbs were stretched out to show submission.
The adventurers looked at each other.
"Do you know about Broken Moon?"
"No one knows better than me," Quillen replied. "I believe in Him and I can give everything I have except my life and my mind."
"You don't know about the Black Moon Tide."
"I have never heard of this name." He explained, "Werewolf is a race and a profession. After I changed my profession, the moon told me that he would need more offerings every once in a while. This was just a hunch, very vague. This is also my first time experiencing it.”
"How long is a period of time?"
"It seems that I am boasting too much." He had to admit, "I don't know about this either."
"Two thousand years," said the messenger.
This sentence made the camp suddenly quiet. Painter couldn't help but suspect that he had done his homework in advance. But then again, does Croita's apprentice also need to learn this?
The messenger said: "You are worth nothing more than this."
This is undoubtedly a sentencing. The werewolf was confused, and so were the adventurers. But they made no move, and the werewolf, aware of the danger, struggled to get up. "Aren't you interested in treasures?"
"You don't know where it is."
Quillen was stunned. Then a slight look of panic appeared on his face that was not only fierce and cruel, but also full of cunning and lies. "Maybe my expression is not clear, sir, I -"
The messenger bent down and cut his throat with a knife. "The treasure is not in Green Rose City." Blood spurted out, and his invisible face seemed to be facing the werewolf's eyes that were gradually blurring. "The Black Moon River under the broken moon is a mysterious river, and the treasure can never be there."
Death is not something that anyone can face calmly if they are mentally prepared. The gang leader held his throat, as if trying to hold back the blood that had flowed out. There was despair in his eyes.
It's rare to see a person's true emotions from their eyes, because everyone's despair is different. Painter stood next to the extinguished fire. He was closest to the pair of cooling wolf eyes. The disappearance of the light was accompanied by the destruction of the campfires one by one. In the end, the hot blood was cold until it was frozen.
There is no mercy when the wind and snow fall to the ground. They cover the closed eyes, pretending that they have warmth and enthusiasm. The messenger then stabbed the dead man's chest with a knife, and wolf blood came out. Jet couldn't help but look away.
"The Wheel Gang believes in the Broken Moon." Golden Beard explained to him, "The wheel is also a symbol of Berti. There must be a connection between the two."
"The Broken Moon is Berti," the messenger said.
"ha?"
"The Goddess of Good Luck is not a goddess, and the Broken Moon is not a deity. She is incomplete—the moon is broken, and with it the rules fall apart."
"But, maybe it's a coincidence."
"As I said, witches are just outsiders. On Binya Io alone, they are divided into three branches: the Harp witches who believe in Otto, the White Moon witches who worship the moon, and the ambiguous ice witches. "
Ice Witch? There are traces of witches in the depths of the forest, as well as in hidden, sinister and inaccessible places, but the name of this branch sounds like it is related to the Ice Territory. The dwarf was startled, "Is there one group of followers of Berti?"
"Both the White Moon Witch and the Ice Witch."
Golden-bearded Kaixi and mercenary Jet also pricked up their ears and listened. The messenger cut off the skin with the wheel tattoo. It was a wolf skin. "Originally there were only the Witch of Harp and the Witch of White Moon. They argued endlessly with each other, but the latter rarely won. The Broken Moon cannot be compared with Otto in terms of personality. He is the god of fate and order, and his followers are all over Knox. .”
"In order to save the situation, the White Moon Witches went around preaching the name of Berti, the goddess of luck. They even split off some people just to create new beliefs."
"Creating faith?" Even though the gods have passed away for a long time, the dwarves can't help but feel a little awe whenever they mention the gods. Adventurers who don't understand awe will die in dangerous places sooner or later.
The messenger stood up. "They came to the Ice Territory, spread the magic of good luck and bad luck, and used witchcraft to convince people. They finally broke away from the control of the White Moon Witch and became a new branch. They are called Ice Witches."
Jet whispered, earning a blank look from his companion. "What, have you ever seen a witch?"
"There are many legends about witches in Winnivas, but you don't know about them?" he asked. "Besides, what I want to say is Broken Moon - Berti is his incarnation."
Kaixi touched his golden beard and said nothing. It seems like you all understand. Painter firmly believed that if even he, a follower of Surt, the god of wisdom and fire, could not understand something, others must be pretending.
"What does this mean?" The dwarf tried to change his tone into a persuasive one. I'm not going to blush so much that you can tell. He's glad he's hairy.
"Berti is the Broken Moon. He doesn't use corpses to sacrifice. The Wheel Gang uses Berti as a symbol to show that they know this and they didn't originally rely on hunting living creatures to survive the full moon."
"But this time he did it." The dwarf couldn't help but murmured, "Is it because of the Black Moon Tide? The Black Moon Tide is the cause of the changes in Bonfire Town!" The Gold Cup was a coincidence. I should have thought of it earlier.
"Yeah. We all know that."
Jet teased. He kicked the werewolf in the head and snowflakes fell. "This guy wanted us to compete with the Holy Knights. He didn't understand until his death that the Golden Cup was already in our hands. The reputation of the Glorious Council always caused them to suffer unreasonable disasters." His tone was quite gloating.
"You still haven't said why you want this piece of skin."
"Symbols have power."
The messenger replied, "The monster's skin is engraved with the marks of Broken Moon and Berti. We need it."
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