However, only Hao Ren knew about the secret connection between Vivian and the Goddess of Creation. The rest of them were puzzled. They thought that the native man must have made a mistake. Perhaps there was someone in this world who looked like Vivian but had a high status. This was the easiest explanation they could come up with. Hao Ren knew that it would be troublesome to explain, so he simply changed the subject. "Vivian, please cooperate."
Vivian was confused. "Cooperate with what?"
"Pretend that you're awesome," Hao Ren whispered in Vivian's ear. He then came up to the man and said, "Stand up. We have something to ask you."
Vivian followed behind, confused. After a long while, she muttered to herself, "I'm awesome. I'm more than 10,000 years old …"
The "Tribal Warrior" was still in a state of confusion. His eyes kept moving between Vivian and Hessiana, but most of his attention was on the dagger in his hand. The dagger had been flashing red since a while ago, and as Vivian and Hessiana got closer, it became brighter. Hao Ren pointed at the dagger. "What's going on?"
The "Tribal Warrior" ignored Hao Ren. He just bowed his head to Vivian in awe. "Goddess, why did you come?"
Vivian did not move for a long time. Hao Ren could not help but poke her arm. "I'm talking to you. Come up with something."
"Err … Oh." Vivian was confused. She was not good at this kind of thing. "I … I came down to have a look. I'm just passing by."
The "Tribal Warrior" did not care about such an inexplicable answer. He was still in awe. "The world is prosperous as you wish. The spirits of all living beings will welcome your arrival with joy."
Realizing that he was being ignored, Hao Ren coughed even harder. "Ahem, aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
The tribal warrior looked up at Hao Ren with a puzzled expression, and then he said, "I am the great warrior of the Hanuk tribe of West Wind, Gezer."
"Hanuk tribe of West Wind?" Hao Ren frowned. "There are many people like you?"
Gezer did not quite understand Hao Ren's question. He was a little hesitant. "There are less than ten grand warriors in each tribe. The number of sacred blades that the goddess has given us is limited. Not everyone is qualified to get one."
Hao Ren had wanted to ask about the population, but Gezer had obviously misunderstood. When he mentioned the Holy Blade, Hao Ren could not help but look at the dagger. "You mean this? Can I see it? "
Gezer had a strange look on his face. He seemed to feel that these strangers walking with the goddess were a little suspicious. Noticing his hesitation, Vivian finally knew what to say in this situation. "Let him see it. We need to check … um, check if the sacred blade that was given to you is in good condition. After all, it has been a long time."
As Vivian spoke, the dagger glowed brighter. The light seemed to be a signal for Gezer to let go of all his doubts and respectfully hand the weapon to Hao Ren.
Hao Ren took the dagger and looked at the strangely shaped blade curiously. It was a short weapon that was only about a foot long. It had a strange handle made of neither gold nor wood, and the blade was curved like a dancing flame. There were complex patterns on the blade, and the shape was between hieroglyphics and simple patterns. Through the translation plug-in's interpretation, it was a prayer that praised the wind and flowing water.
The craftsmanship of the dagger was exquisite. The texture of the engraved part was almost like a high-precision industrial product. After seeing Gezer's rough leather coat and the handmade short bow on his back, it was hard to imagine that he or his people could make such a precise weapon.
Perhaps, as he said, this was a sacred blade given by the goddess, not made on earth.
"Do you have any impression of this?" Hao Ren turned his back on Gezer and showed the dagger to Vivian.
Vivian was a little confused. "No, I don't remember having such a thing. Back then, I was so poor that if I had such a high-grade weapon, I would have traded it for food long ago. This kind of weapon would be a huge fortune even in human society hundreds of years ago. "
Hao Ren stroked the glowing red pattern on the dagger. "But it's obviously reacting to you."
Vivian put her hand on top of the dagger, and the red light on the surface of the dagger immediately brightened to its peak. A surging, almost life-like aura came from the dagger, and the metal seemed to be jumping with joy, making a subtle sound. Lily stuck out her tongue. "You still say it's not yours?"
"The power on it is indeed very close to mine, but this dagger is not mine," Vivian looked at Hao Ren. "Do you know something?"
"I'll tell you later," Hao Ren said briefly and turned to return the dagger to Gezer. "Here you go. It's in good condition. Can you take us to the place where your people live now? "
Logically speaking, a person would not be alone in this prairie, and Gezer seemed to be an important figure in a certain tribe. So the Hanuk tribe of West Wind that he mentioned should be nearby. Perhaps they were stationed somewhere that the probes had not had time to check.
Gezer agreed without hesitation, but he looked at the ruins around him with a little embarrassment. "I have a mission here …"
"Oh, go ahead." Hao Ren nodded. He found that Gezer was still a little hesitant, so he pulled Vivian to nod. "She also agrees."
Gezer was relieved. He first ran to find his quiver and arrows, then ran to the large platform with many stone slabs and stone tablets under the curious eyes of Hao Ren and the others. He took out some herbal powder from his cloth bag and lit it on the stone platform in an almost sacred manner. The smoke caused by the burning herbs drifted to the nearby stone slabs. Gezer carefully observed the direction of the smoke with a serious expression on his face.
At the same time, he seemed to be a little reserved and embarrassed.
This reservation and embarrassment came from Vivian, who was not far behind him with a curious look on her face.
Hao Ren believed that Gezer was performing some kind of religious ritual. He came to the ruins alone with a mission given by the tribe: to worship the Goddess or something like that. Furthermore, Vivian, who was regarded as a "goddess", was watching from the side. Anyone would feel awkward if they were in his shoes. After all, not every God was like Raven 12345, and not every pope was like Hao Ren, who could yell at his own God on the street.
It did not take long for Gezer to complete the ritual. When he stood up, Hao Ren took the initiative to greet him. "Let's go. Tell me about your tribe."
At the same time, he also gave a new order to the MDT in his mind. "Withdraw all probes from the cloud tops and the surface crust. Now start to scan this' underground world 'more intensively. This space is more interesting than we thought."
Gezer did not even ask much about the identity of Hao Ren and his entourage. It seemed that Vivian was enough for him to trust these strangers. He mentioned something about this world. As Hao Ren was not sure if Gezer knew about the other layer of crust above his head and the First Born, the scope of his inquiry was limited. The first thing he learned was about Gezer's tribe.
This underground world was covered by vast grasslands and sparse forests. In Gezer's mind, the whole world was similar to the structure of a round sky and square earth. The magnificent mountain called the Pillar of Eternity (which was actually Heaven's Pillar) supported the structure of the world. Everything between heaven and earth was given by the Goddess, and everything about the Goddess was an unquestionable truth. Gezer's tribe lived on the grasslands, chasing the rivers and lakes that changed with the seasons. They were a semi-sedentary and semi-nomadic people. Although they often migrated, the route and location of each migration did not change. This was not only because the ecological environment of the underground world was as accurate and stable as a clock, but also seemed to contain some kind of religious rule.
In addition to the Hanuk tribe of West Wind mentioned by Gezer, there were also some other tribes. They lived in forests, mountains, swamps, and other places. These tribes usually maintained communication and maintained a very strange state of loose union.
Hao Ren asked about it and found that the population of all these tribes was very limited. The human population of this world was maintained at a very low level. Not only was the population limited, but the lifestyle of these tribes was also quite primitive. They almost didn't build any large-scale cities or other man-made facilities. Although the tribes living in the mountainous areas seemed to have the ability, they still maintained the most ancient way of life.
Finally, the topic returned to the 'sacred blade' in Gezer's hand.
Gezer believed that the sacred blade was a gift from the goddess to the mortals in ancient times, and it had an invisible connection with the power of the goddess.
"Only the chosen warriors are qualified to wield the sacred blade," Gezer said proudly. He put his hand on the hilt of the dagger and puffed out his chest to show his courage to Vivian. "Those who are not qualified cannot touch the sacred blade. They will die because of the boiling blood. When the power of the goddess is close to the sacred blade or when the sacred blades are close to each other, its power will be strengthened. But the light released by the sacred blade today is the first I have ever seen in my life. According to the tribal records, the goddess has not come to this world for many years. "
When Hao Ren heard about the 'boiling blood,' he could not help but look at Vivian. There was no doubt about the nature of the power.
The nature of the sacred blade's' divine power of screening 'also explained how Gezer determined Vivian's identity. He did not recklessly regard Vivian as a goddess based on her appearance, but after sensing the latter's power.
Things seemed to be getting more and more interesting.
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