Lion King's Adopted Son

Sixteen

The fluttering snowflakes fell on Gerald's head, sticking to the skin coldly, which was really uncomfortable. Gerald can only keep shaking his head, spilling those snowflakes or icicles.

He didn't know how long he had walked, and he felt that Claire stopped and let out an exclamation sound.

He looked up and saw a huge statue standing in front of him. When the orcs and semi-orcs saw the statue, they all showed pious eyes. It seemed that the beast god was carved on it. The statue was not as kind-hearted as the god statues that Gerald had seen in temples or churches in her previous life. On the contrary, it gave Gerald a very strange feeling.

Most people who believe in gods believe that gods are merciful, they love the world, and they will save the world from suffering. The statues that are carved out also give people a sense of holiness. But the 'god' in front of him gave Gerald a completely different feeling.

First of all, he is very real, too real, every detail of his body is clearly carved, full of the feeling of reality, it is not like people imagine it out of thin air. What he wears and what he uses is incompatible with the orc blog, who regard these differences as a symbol of the god. But in Gerald's eyes, these things are more like products from advanced civilization. Looking at the clothes that resembled space suits on 'God', Gerald even had a sense of time and space confusion. It's not really a sci-fi world, is it?

Secondly, the eyes and facial expressions of 'God' made Gerald feel very uncomfortable. He was indeed smiling, but that smile seemed to have a special meaning and did not contain any emotion of concern or compassion. Even just a statue in front of him could convey the subtle, eccentric emotion in the 'God' smile-Gerald didn't know what that emotion meant, but at least he was certain that it never meant friendliness.

"Hey, Gerald!" Claire whispered to the little lion sitting on her shoulder, "Look, what did I see! God, why is God Brahmandene here?"

He pointed to the statue with his front paws, and said in a low voice: "That one over there, is the God Brahmandene you said? But he is also the beast god of the orc tribe. It seems that you share the same belief as the orc tribe."

"I'm really surprised, oh, are Brahmandene and Beast God really the same god? How could this be? You know, since we have civilized records, we have never communicated with orc tribes, but now I actually found out , we believe in the same gods. So, does that mean that we have the same ancestor?" Saying that, Claire shook her head again to deny her guess: "Oh, maybe it's not God Brahmandene, just him and God Brahmandene They look alike."

"Maybe the beast god and your god Brahmandene are twin brothers, who knows? Don't deny it, it's also a possibility. I'm curious about the so-called 'god', maybe we can work together Come and find the answer." Gerald put her arms around her, looking like a scholar.

Claire was amused: "Oh, well, then I'm looking forward to your discovery, dear. But are we not respectful enough to God Brahmandene?" Although she admired God Brahmandene, she did not a rigid believer, not rigid in form. Although she said she wanted to sacrifice to the god Brahmandene, she actually understood that she didn't like this kind of occasion at all. Just like now, the long and tedious ritual could drive her crazy.

Gerald gently tugged on Claire's sleeve, and Claire realized that she and Gerald had become the focus of the orcs. Most of the orcs had very keen ears, and they were dissatisfied that someone was whispering at this solemn sacrifice, and they turned their heads and condemned her and Gerald with stern eyes. Claire immediately closed her mouth and huddled in the corner like a quail, silently reducing her presence. She lowered her head and pretended that she was praying to the Beast God, but she was still thinking about the connection between the Beast God and the Brahmandene.