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Chapter 297 This is definitely not my fault

The two were equally divided, and finally Di Xin and the others were about to leave, and at the same time they also asked about the "prime gene".

It's a pity that the original gene has been kept by Nuwa, and Nuwa is staying in that battlefield now, and it will take some time to get the original gene.

At this point, the matter has come to an end, and the three of them are also preparing to separate, each traveling in the world of kings, and Di Xin is going back to Dazhou to tell Wu Zetian about it.

However, when passing by the Sea of ​​​​Stern Winter, Di Xin discovered a situation worth noting.

In the ice and snow, the girl who was so cold that her whole body was red shivered, her eyes looked at a middle-aged woman who looked similar to her in the crowd not far away, but the middle-aged woman was stopped by several other women, and she persuaded, "This is For the tribe" "Your daughter is lucky" and the like.

It's a pity that middle-aged women can't listen to these words. She just wants to save her daughter, but those women who have been ordered by the elders are willing to let go. If there is no such girl, wouldn't they let their daughter take the lead?
Daoist friends who are dead and poor, for the sake of their own relatives, what's the matter with sacrificing outsiders, at worst, they will learn from those southerners and buy two more sticks of incense.

"Elder, let my daughter go, she's only seven years old!" the woman shouted heart-piercingly, the tragic voice made the surrounding people faintly moved, and then they grasped even tighter.

"This is a bride dedicated to the gods. It is for everyone on the grassland. For your daughter. Are you going to let thousands of people in the grassland die?" An angry look appeared on his face.

"Mom, I'm cold."

The immature little girl stretched out her hand, trying to grab her mother. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her exposed skin turned red from the cold. Even though the wolf bannerman was born able to resist the cold to a certain degree, the temperature at this time had already Beyond the limits of what people can bear.

"Dedicating her to the gods is the best choice for her."

The elder in a bearskin coat yelled at the reluctant woman.

"If the gods are not satisfied, this year's heavy snow will cover the entire grassland again. At that time, our cattle and sheep will starve to death, and tens of thousands of Wolf Banner people will starve to death!"

Fear flashed in everyone's eyes. Everyone who lived on the grassland knew that the most terrifying thing on the grassland was not all kinds of wild animals, but the white snow that fell every winter.

The vast expanse of white snow covers everything, and sometimes when one wakes up, a tribe has no living people.

Since ancient times, there have been legends of offering sacrifices to the gods on the grasslands. As long as you give a beautiful girl to the gods as a bride, the gods will take back his wind and snow.

In front of countless tribes facing despair, even if it is just a glimmer of life, they have to seize it alive, not to mention that the left and right are just a human life.

And this young girl was chosen by this tribe as the bride of the gods.

Tears hung on the woman's face, and she still had a bit of hesitation and wavering in her expression, but she finally closed her eyes when she thought of the child waiting to be fed at home and her husband who was away on an expedition.

Countless people were cheering, or they were looking forward to the coming of the gods, or maybe they were glad that they were not the ones who sacrificed this time.

The bones buried in the sea of ​​​​winter have never been without the wolf bannerman. Many old people even regard it as a belief, believing that if they can be buried in the sea of ​​​​winter, their soul and body will be purified.

It's just that for Di Xin, he can't control his own death, but he can still control such sacrifices.

Seeing that this group of people was about to abandon the little girl and leave, in the distance, an aurora fell from the bright sky, enveloping the whole little girl.

"Miracle, this is a miracle, the gods have descended!"

The herdsmen knelt down to pray in desperation, and some of them were so nervous that their teeth were chattering that they couldn't speak, but in the eyes of others, it was a sign of being too excited to see the gods.

At the same time, a phantom slowly emerged in the aurora, with the nomadic characteristics of a wolf bannerman, and full of a sacred and kind temperament, making people know that she is related to the wolf bannerman at a glance.

"No, you are not Snow God, who are you, why are you pretending to be the god we believe in!" Suddenly, the elder who was still urging others to donate his own girl suddenly shouted loudly.

Everyone looked up one after another, and only then did they suddenly realize the problem. The god in front of them was a little different from the one enshrined in their tribe.

Not only is it a little different, it can be said to be completely different!
Although with the technology of wolf riders, we can't expect how exquisite some of their gods are, and some of them are brave, some are cruel, and some are cunning. All the statues are male, but the one in front of her is a goddess!
It's just that they were too excited before, and some people's legs were weak first, so everyone subconsciously followed the crowd, but kneeling is also kneeling. Even if they find that they kneeled wrong now, it is impossible for the gods to kneel back for them.

"I am the god you have always believed in. In the ancient times, I joined forces with your ancestors to fight against the wolf god. In the end, I was defeated. I fell into a long sleep, and your ancestors also bowed their heads and became the spokesperson of the wolf god. "

A voice sounded in the heart, telling the ancient story. This voice seemed to be the voice of the mother, making everyone feel as if they had returned to the warm embrace of the mother.

In their eyes, relatives who have long since died appeared, smiling and benevolently telling them the past.

The ancient stories seemed to appear in front of them as pictures.

The goddess and the mortal fell in love, but another powerful god wanted to take the goddess away. With the help of the goddess, the mortal fought against another god, and was finally defeated by the god with great power. In order to save his lover, the goddess sacrificed her life The power revived the lover, but fell into a long sleep.

The mortal's back hurts the goddess's eternal sleep, and hates his own weakness, so he pretends to take refuge in the god who defeated him, and finally uses an opportunity to destroy the god and swallow the power of the god.

Afterwards, the mortals allowed their own groups to thrive on the grasslands, and often looked to the north, thinking of the former goddess.

And spanning countless years, the goddess also woke up from her long sleep.

If such a story were placed in the previous life, it would definitely hit the street to the point where it could no longer be rushed to the street, but for these prairie people, it was no less than a spiritual baptism.

The sacred light is constantly blooming, and the souls of herdsmen dressed as believers emerge beside the gods, chanting ancient songs.

Accompanied by a large amount of holy light, some herdsmen found that some of their old problems were gone, plus those sacred voices that they couldn't understand but didn't understand.

The last trace of doubt in everyone's hearts was also cut off, and they truly believed that this was the god they had believed in for countless years.

If this is not the case, how can the other party appear here?And also help them.

This must be their god, and only their god can be so kind to them.

"The great dying god, please end the blizzard. Our tribe cannot survive this blizzard. For this reason, we are willing to offer our most precious treasures."

The elder knelt on the ground with a plop, begged tearfully, and at the same time let out the girl from before.

"Ignorant people, I am the Storm Goddess, the master of the Winter Sea, look at what you have sacrificed to me for thousands of years, if it is not for your devout beliefs, I have already set off a huge storm Snow will cover the entire grassland and destroy you!"

The previously warm holy light instantly became icy cold, like a biting cold wind, transformed between two extreme environments. Many herdsmen couldn't bear it immediately, kneeling on the ground and howling bitterly.

"Great Snow Goddess, please forgive us, we are willing to offer more sacrifices, whether it is cattle, sheep, jewels, or beautiful maidens"

He was interrupted by the gods halfway through the conversation.

"Your sacrifices are worthless. I am a goddess. Where do I need other brides?"

The elderly are in a state of desperation, what should we do?The great gods have come, but they are dissatisfied with their sacrifices. Are they going to sacrifice their lives to please the gods?
Goddess, your mind is like a pearl in the sea, completely unpredictable.

A lot of thoughts flashed in the elder's mind, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Gods don't like brides, because this is a goddess, even if it is a god, but since it is a goddess, there must be women's preferences, how can there be a goddess who likes brides, so they should not give brides, they should give men!
"Great Snow Goddess, I have understood your will."

Di Xin was confused, what did he understand?How can I not understand?
"What do you understand?" the goddess asked directly.

With a pilgrimage-like excitement on his face, the elder said tremblingly: "Great Snow Goddess, when I return to the tribe, I will tell the great Genghis Khan that we will definitely give you what you ask. Strongest and bravest man in the tribe!"

Fuck, it's poisonous!
Originally, Di Xin only wanted to put an end to this kind of sacrifice by the Wolf Bannerman, but he didn't expect this elder to do such a thing.

Instead of sacrificing women, you have changed to sacrificing men. How many of you Wolf Banner clansmen don’t make sacrifices, you feel unhappy, don’t you?
Di Xin wanted to refuse directly, but after thinking about Wu Zetian in the south, he decided to help Wu Zetian.

"Yes, only strong and heroic men are my favorites. If you can let Genghis Khan sacrifice himself, then I can promise you that there will be no more snowstorms on the grassland within 100 years."

Anyway, Di Xin has already dealt with the big octopus, and the reason why the winter sea is frozen has been solved, and the cold will no longer be released, and the ice and snow on the grassland will gradually decrease, but the herdsmen in front of them don't know about these things.

"Thank you, benevolent Snow Goddess..."

(End of this chapter)