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Chapter 274 The Descendants of the Wild Hunt

This time, the children no longer felt lost. They excitedly followed behind the carriage, and then the leader volunteered to be the driver, vowing that they would protect the two of them if they encountered a beast tide.

Otherwise, they would feel uneasy about receiving the money.

As the carriage entered the city, Xue Dinglu saw an even more dilapidated and desolate scene. This city should have developed into a major medieval metropolis, but now…

This place is more like a tribe in ruins.

The scene here fills the gap in Xue's understanding of how Viking barbarians lived after conquering cities.

The streets that were originally markets for trade became places where tribes exchanged leather and animal carcasses, and the former noble mansions became places where tribesmen lived together.

On the streets where horse-drawn carriages traveled, people were resting on the spot, wrapped in straw mats.

Every now and then you could hear shouting and fighting, and then everyone around would gather to watch the spectacle, completely ignoring the fact that the winner of the fight would simply chop off the loser's head and then drench his own body in blood.

It's barbaric, but there are no degenerate people here.

There were no degenerate humans or half-orcs; instead, they maintained their pure human nature.

The leader of the group first led Xue Luding back to her tribe.

The entire tribe seemed very excited today because Xue Dinglu saw them dragging the carcass of a monster that was tens of meters tall, and everyone was dividing up the tasks to deal with it.

But when people saw the group of children returning, they were all stunned.

The last elder of the tribe asked, "Why have you returned?"

“Hey, old man, we’re not back. We’ve found an employer. This gentleman is a magician who’s traveling throughout the entire Holy Kingdom, so we’ve become their coachmen and servants,” the leader said.

This surprised the elders of the tribe. Who would come to such a dangerous place for tourism?

They were lucky enough to catch an injured ground dragon today, but even so, several people were injured, one of whom was barely breathing. How could these magicians want to play in such a dangerous place?

I don't understand.

However, if they couldn't figure it out, they simply stopped thinking about it. The tribespeople never engaged in internal strife, so they naturally treated Xue to a warm welcome. The food was freshly hunted ground dragon meat, but they subtly implied that it would cost money, and not cheap at all.

What surprised Xue Luding and Lan Lin'er the most was that one of the cat-like furry creatures was helping to deliver ingredients and cook, while also helping to cut up the carcasses of the earth dragons.

Some cats even took it upon themselves to become the chefs and start grilling meat.

"Where are those injured people? We also possess some healing magic; perhaps we can heal your people," Xue Dinglu said.

The tribespeople were taken aback, and then soon, several cats pushed a cart with people lying on it, groaning in pain.

Xue Dinglu didn't listen to any descriptions or waste any words; he immediately stepped forward.

The most seriously injured patient had his abdomen and even half of his chest cut open, with his internal organs hanging out. He has now started to have a high fever.

Without a word, Xue Dinglu used the cursed blood. The next moment, to the astonishment of all the tribespeople, as if they had seen a ghost, the internal organs seemed to come alive and return to their proper positions on their own. The opened chest and misaligned bones seemed to beat themselves up, forcibly straightening and returning to their original positions, and then healing visibly.

The person who was originally taking in more air than exhaling instantly fell into a baby-like sleep.

This miraculous healing caused many tribesmen to run away, seemingly to inform someone.

"Prophet! Prophet! The god has returned! The god has fulfilled his oath! He has returned! Everything that once was has returned!" A tribesman rushed into the largest stone-filled courtyard and excitedly told an old man.

But Xue didn't care. The cursed blood continued to heal the remaining people. Soon, the wailing people were healed, and even several disabled and injured cats were healed in the process.

But now, the entire tribe was eerily quiet, and this miraculous healing spell left them all astonished.

Even when they saw blood slowly seeping from under his white robe, they all knelt down, which puzzled Xue Dinglu.

Could the tribespeople here really guess the effects of the cursed blood in an instant? This doesn't seem like the kind of knowledge and understanding that tribespeople should have.

He picked up the Frost Signal Halberd, and that suffering was instantly infused into the halberd.

But at that moment, the wooden door was suddenly opened, and a young man helped the trembling old man in.

The old man was so excited that his hands were trembling. He was holding a wooden statue in his hand. After seeing Xue Dinglu, he knelt down and said, "God, you have finally recovered. We have waited for you for thousands of years in accordance with our covenant and oath!"

He seemed to be weeping, yet also worshipping, devoutly placing the idol in his hands on the ground while kissing the earth.

But the idol was an image of an angel.

Although it had no face, the longsword it held and the wings were clearly visible.

At this moment, the angel fell even more silent.

She couldn't understand why, after so long, there were still people who believed in her here. The faint faith emanating from the statue, though few, represented that even under the oppression of the Mind Flayer, they still adhered to their ancient vows.

"I..." The angel was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

This old man, or others in the tribe, seemed to regard Xue's law as an angel.

“No need to kneel. I’m not your god. I just know her,” Xue Dinglu said directly.

To everyone's surprise, the old man became even more agitated. He said, "Then you must be the Lord? The true Lord in the sacrifices of our ancestors, the Lord whom the angels have always served. You have truly seen us, seen this world..." As he spoke, the old man burst into tears, his wrinkled face contorted with bulging veins, pressing himself firmly against the ground.

Xue Falu was silent.

The "Lord" the angel spoke of must be the world consciousness of this world, but now, the old man seems to have misunderstood something.

However, now he is considered the boss and investor of angel investors. It can only be said that the process was completely wrong, but the result was actually right.

"Why would you believe me?" Xue asked.

“Lord, according to the records of our ancestors who followed angels, you have always looked down upon the world. When the world is in imminent danger, you will become a messenger and walk on the earth, bearing all suffering and pain yourself, and creating a new, brand new world. Isn’t this exactly what you have done?”

The old man said.

Xue Dinglu was stunned, because that was exactly what he had originally planned.

He looked at the angel, but after a moment of silence, the angel told Xue Dinglu: "There was a similar legend in our world, and I went through it all, thus becoming a god. At the same time, I healed the wounded and made up some religious tales simply for the sake of rule and faith. I never expected that such a big deviation would occur in the process of being passed down by later generations..."

Then, the distorted records passed down by later generations perfectly mirrored Xue's plan.

Is it a coincidence?

Or rather, world consciousness...

Xue Luding didn't know, but at this moment, the old man finally got up shakily. He struggled to take out a piece of iron that was so worn that its original shape was no longer visible from the animal skin. He handed the iron piece out with one hand and made a strange gesture with his other hand, pointing his thumb to his heart.

“I am Shar Wild Hunt, the 76th generation descendant of the Third Squad of the Wild Hunt Warriors. May the Lord guide us.”

He handed over the metal piece, and now Xue Dinglu could see clearly that it was a badge shaped like a wolf's head. However, due to long-term wear and tear and handling, the metal wolf's head was worn out and covered with a thick layer of plaster.

Those were medals from the Wild Hunt Legion; I never imagined they still kept them.

However, the Wild Hunt Legion has long since disappeared from history; the legion has been removed from the list, and its glory is gone.

The angels have all fallen, and now only an avenger, a schemer, and the legion's descendants, who are waiting anxiously and have even reverted to primitive tribal hunting methods, remain.

Even so, the old man still wept uncontrollably. His primitive and savage border people had preserved their past history, and generation after generation they had guarded the glory of their ancestors and recorded their past civilization and culture.

but……

The capital of the Holy Kingdom, where people have long lost their culture and history, and have become nothing more than reproductive machines.

At this moment, Xue Dinglu didn't even know which side was civilization and which side was barbarism.

He took the iron plate and looked at the wolf head pattern that could barely be discerned by the passage of time, as well as the rituals that these tribesmen had preserved, which once belonged only to the Wild Hunt Legion.

The angel could no longer speak; she was now left with only endless silence.

Even a thousand years later, there are still people who keep their vows. Even though she is practically dead in this world, there are still people who hold onto these things from the old era and wait for her.

She didn't know how she was feeling or what kind of expression she should wear.

The wolf head medal looked brand new in Xue Dinglu's hands, and he returned it to the old man.

The moment the old man received the brand-new medal, his withered body seemed to regain some vitality, and he looked more than ten years younger in an instant. Even though he was still old, he seemed to have been reborn.

"I will stay here for a day and heal all the injured and sick," Xue Dinglu simply stated his plan.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then immediately said, "I understand! I'll go and make the arrangements right away."

He left immediately, and so did everyone else, including the cat companions who had been helping. They seemed to have misunderstood something, but Xue Law has now discovered an even bigger problem.

Why did the angel say that someone had done something similar before, so she had to go through the process again to become a god?

But those are ancient legends to angels.

Lan Lin'er looked at Xue Dinglu in shock. She suddenly said, "Are you the reincarnation of a god who once walked the earth? I have also heard my mother mention ancient myths. In the myths, there was an ancient god who traveled all over the world and endured all kinds of suffering, which is why there were tribes one after another."

Myths from before the tribal era?
Xue asked the angel and received an affirmative answer.

However, things that happened before the tribal era are even further back than the angels, and in this world, they can only be passed down orally with very few records.

Oral transmission is also the most distorted form of information; in fact, the plan that Xue Law is now implementing aligns with myths from before the tribal era.

Even the world's consciousness couldn't have predicted and arranged things from that era to the present, right? Otherwise, what was it doing all this time?
Xue's Law still turned to the angel for an answer.

The angel remained silent, finally saying only, "That was ancient history. I seem to only remember that in the mural, that ancestor seemed to call himself a sage?"

“The Great Sage, Joshua,” Xue Dinglu said, uttering a name.

“Yes, it seems so. I followed his path before I became a god,” the angel said, then asked Xue Dinglu, “Lord, do you know that ancestor?”

"Yes, I know him."

(End of this chapter)