Chapter 92, White Rat’s Gift
Unexpectedly, facing such a scene, White Rat not only did not interrupt.
He even pushed back the temple guards who had gathered around him.
This ordinary, old and stooped white mouse is holding a simple wooden stick in his hand.
Take a step forward.
Now that the rat war has stopped, he is here.
Striding towards the momentum that was brewing in front of him, as if he was about to take that crucial step and become a hero.
A brief pause and looked at each other with Rat Zhan.
White Rat did not wait for Rat Zhan’s attack, even in his unabashed humiliation.
Scorn and ridicule appeared on the face of the white rat.
Arrogance, naked arrogance, but when the white rat did all this, no rat man present felt that it was wrong.
Because this is indeed a white rat, something their rat-man high priest can do.
At this moment, there was already a result. The Spear of Divine Punishment was taken away from Shu Zhan’s hand. When Shu Zhan was stunned in place and made no movement, there was already a result. got the result.
But it brought solemn silence among the standing senior priests.
Perhaps it’s something that harms its own kind?
The white mouse climbed up the stairs leading to the altar, and the spear with a faint golden light was placed respectfully beside the altar.
It has become a highly regarded sacred object.
At this moment, even if Shu Zhan did not lower his head, he could only look up to the white mouse.
Raising his head and looking up at the white rat standing high in front of the altar, Rat Zhan firmly held the battle flag in his hand.
The look in his eyes turned into a deeper and deeper haze.
The momentum that pushed him to cross the limits of mortals has not faded. Even today, or any day as long as the white rat is still around, Rat Zhan will never be able to become the real protagonist in the rat kingdom.
A low murmur.
"You won't always be here, white mouse."
Looking at the white mouse in front of me that has never been able to cross.
Waving the battle flag, as if nothing was wrong, Rat Zhan led the rat warlord and his own bodyguards out of the arena and joined the standing senior priests.
But what no one noticed was that at this time, Shu Zhan had already completed his transformation in a subtle way.
He is already a hero.
This huge sacrifice continues.
One by one, the sacrifices were pushed onto the altar, their heads were cut off and pushed into the lake of blood, and devout prayers were accompanied by the mourning of the sacrifices, but these are not the main point.
When a stone slab engraved with dense patterns was carefully delivered by a large number of temple guards.
It was taken over by the white rat in front of the altar.
At this moment, this sacrifice has reached its climax!
The arrogant and arrogant white rat knelt down piously at this moment, raising his hands high, almost tremblingly, trying hard to raise the slate in his hands high.
No ratman takes this matter more seriously than he does. He has lost his glory for too long.
He is not afraid of the rat war that emerges, the long claws chosen by the gods, or the wild boars raging in the lush forest.
The only thing he was afraid of was that the gods were no longer willing to look at him!
There is no text on this small stone slab, but the delicate patterns are inscribed on it with almost everything it wants to express.
The entire stone slab is engraved with almost everything that a member of the Thirteen Rat Men will offer to the gods, what they will do for the gods, and how they will dedicate themselves.
Among them, there is nothing that the gods want to do.
The gods have never made a promise to the rat people, but the white rats regard the entire rat race as lowly gravel and pray to the gods for acceptance.
Fanatical shouts.
"Great God! I will present you with a stone tablet and a contract here!"
The senior priests present at the top of the Rat Man Empire also knelt down together at this moment. Leaning down.
At this moment, there is almost no difference between these old rat people and the young guys outside the temple. But there was no fanatic shouting.
Silent, like a group of nervous children waiting for praise.
Among them, the white rat holding the stone slab high was the most uneasy, fearful and uneasy.
Waiting for the gaze of the gods.
But this time, Du Yuan did not make the white rat wait. In other words, what they didn't know was that Du Yuan had even come to the world of the clan a long time ago for this sacrifice. .
The White Rat's preparations, the young rat priests who gathered, the big-clawed priests who knelt down, the slave rats, the confrontation and dispute between Rat Zhan and the White Rat, and the scene of being promoted to a hero, They were all seen by Du Yuan.
But Du Yuan didn't change anything.
A steady stream of faith appeared along with the praying rat men, and turned into a wave and poured towards Du Yuan.
Now Du Yuan is no longer as unable to withstand the surge of huge power of faith as he was when he was just anchored.
He easily swallowed the power of faith that turned into waves, but on a whim, Du Yuan had already thought about what to do with the power of faith.
But before that, he needs to make a small appearance.
In a beam of soft golden light that appeared out of thin air, the stone slab in the white mouse's hand disappeared instantly.
After a brief pause, the uncontrollable ecstasy emerged from the white mouse.
He finally, he finally, he finally got a response from the gods again.
Kneel down on the ground, but the love keeps coming, but why are the tears flowing out first?
The white mouse started wailing on the altar without warning.
What's just funny is that even though the tears kept pouring out of his eyes, even in the midst of howling, this old white mouse still carefully wiped away the tears dripping from his eyes, not letting them fall. A drop fell on the altar of the god in front of me.
Two hands alternately wiped the tears from his eyes, crying and laughing.
Even Du Yuan shook his head in amusement when watching this scene.
The White Rat is indeed the most devout ratman in the ratman kingdom.
Think about it.
A soft light fell towards the white rat who was crying and laughing in front of the altar.
This is Du Yuan’s special reward, although I don’t know if the white mouse will be satisfied.
In the soft light, there is neither the blessing of power nor the rush of knowledge.
Only in the light, the disturbed wind suddenly appeared, like a pair of big hands gently patting the head of the white mouse.
But this is the best for the white mouse.
Staring blankly in the direction where the light was hanging down.
This is the best gift, this must be the best gift!
When the light dissipated, the white rat had recovered from the gaffe of crying and laughing, and returned to its unsmiling appearance again.
Everything that just appeared seemed like an illusion.
Obviously, no rat man would make fun of the white rat's gaffe, and they probably wouldn't have any intention of ridiculing him.
So what if the white rat loses its temper?
That ray of light represents the gift of the gods. If losing your temper means getting the gift of the gods, then it doesn’t matter if you are fooling around.
Undisguised envy appeared on the faces of all the rat priests present.
Lower your head and pray devoutly.
The white mouse feels that he has got the best.
But the gift given by the gods to the rat people is not over yet.
(End of this chapter)