Chapter 107: Fire calling ceremony

High Priest Betril heard the Chief Chief’s request and did not immediately answer him, but turned to look at Morin.
The high priest Morin had also contacted him, but it was impossible to say how well he knew him.
In Moline's impression, the high priest has always been a very tolerant person who speaks well. Therefore, Moline felt that it should be easy to obtain his consent.
After all, there is the face of the tribal chieftain.
"Great Chief, personally," Betrier looked at Wald again and said, "I fully agree to let this kid who has helped the tribe many times enter the lava cave."
As soon as Morin heard this, a stone fell to the ground. He was extremely excited to thank Wald and the high priest
"However," Betrier said with a gentle smile on his face, "The lava cave is a holy place for the Gadra tribe. Whether it can be entered is not determined by the mortal will, it needs to be obtained. God’s permission is enough. Unfortunately, I really can’t help.

"Need permission from the gods?" Morin couldn't help but say, "What is the permission of the gods?"
Betril looked at Morin and said with a smile: "This requires a'fire-calling ceremony', and now we have exactly five shamans here, which can happen for you."
Morin looked at Wald, and he didn't speak again this time. Wald naturally understood the meaning of Moline, so he replaced Moline and said: "The high priest, then trouble a few people to hold this ceremony for Moline."
"As you wish, my great chief." The high priest said humbly.
There was already a "fire-calling ceremony" circle on this rock platform. The high priest led the other four shamans on the five corners of the circle.
Betril first took out a palm-sized flaming spar and placed it on the core circle at the center of the circle.
"The distinguished guests of the tribe," Betril said to Morin, "please drop a drop of your blood on this "phantom fire crystal", and the gods will judge your qualifications and intentions based on your blood. "
Although the high priest's words sounded to respect Mo Lin, but his words "guest" and "heart", he clearly reminded his chieftain: Mo Lin is a human being after all, he wants to enter the core of the tribe Holy land, isn’t it "ulterior motives"?
Wald can naturally hear the meaning of the high priest's words, but he really believes in Morin, pretending not to understand, and smirking there.
There was a moment of stiffness and viciousness in Betri's smiling face. Although it was like a glimmer of light, Morin noticed the look at once. Coupled with the words of the high priest at the beginning, Morin suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart.
Unlike the past Ling Ling's killing intentions, this is a strange crisis, like a steel needle in cotton, a poison under the honey, and a cold spring after the spring breeze.
"I need your blood, boy." The high priest smiled at Morin, and the smile was like the kind grandpa next door.
There was hesitation in Morin's heart. He really had no confidence in this ritual, but now that he is already riding a tiger, he must let the ritual go anyway.
If Moline flinched, wouldn't it really prove that he had "ulterior motives"?
Mo Lin was determined: whether it was a blessing or a curse. He came to the magic circle, bit his index finger, and dropped a drop of his red blood on the "Phantom Fire Crystal".
"Very good!" Betril looked at Morin and said, "Now you have to leave the radius of this circle, and wait for the secrets revealed by the gods with the Chieftain."
Morin withdrew from the ceremonial circle and stood with Wald. Wald patted Moline's shoulder to relieve his nervousness, but where did he know that Moline was now worried more than whether he could get permission from the gods.
auzw.com The five shamans murmured in a low voice, and the high priest waved his staff and made a clear bell sound.
The four other priests began to dance weirdly around the circle after chanting the priests. Only the high priest was still chanting words with closed eyes.
After a while, Morin saw the high priest twitching suddenly, his head shaking and blowing a few breaths, and suddenly his eyes widened.
The twinkling eyes of the pair of eyes shone brightly, but a monotonous and sharp loud voice said in the mouth: "Gods have come! Dispell the fog for mortals, and remove all the whitewashed true cover! Almighty gods, show us Your discovery!"
With the nervous voice of the high priest, the ritual circle glowed fieryly. These rays of light gathered towards the center in a circle, and finally concentrated on the "Phantom Fire Crystal".
A larger red light burst out, and both Moline and Wald were forced to cover their eyes with their hands.
Morin looked at the red light through his fingers and saw a blue and white blurred human figure flashing in the red light. The outer periphery of this humanoid is all red flames, and the whole looks like the flame of a candle.
The light slowly dimmed, gradually darkening to a level acceptable to the human eye. Wald and Morin removed their palms and looked at the red light.
"Humble mortal, what do you have to call the spirit of flames?" said the blue and white figure in the red light with a lingering sound like a flame burning.
"Great fire spirit!" Betrier said with open arms to the spirit of fire. "Now there is a mortal who wants to enter your holy land. Your devout servant calls you and hopes you can answer the mortal's request."
A low roar of flames rumbled, and then the guy who claimed to be the spirit of flames said, "I have tasted greed and fraud in the blood of this requester, my devout servant, and his dark heart is planning evil Plan, don’t let him set foot on my holy land, otherwise your tribe will invite brutal war, and the flames will burn your tribe!"
"However, this person has helped my tribe. He wouldn't be like that, please." The high priest kindly pleaded for Morin.
"Unpretentious, no one can deceive the gods! No one can question the gods!" The Spirit of Fire said furiously, "You foolish mortals are always blinded by hypocrisy. But I forgive you for your rudeness, I am pious Servant, time will prove everything."
After the spirit of flame finished speaking these words, its flame slowly extinguished. When all the light disappeared, the whole cave fell into darkness.
Betril looked at Wald and Morin again. He sighed and said, "I didn't expect that the Spirit of Fire would say something like this. Boy, you also saw that, I have tried my best Speaking for you, but, for some reason, the Spirit of Fire has determined that you are a crisis of our tribe, he will not allow you to enter the Holy Land, and I am powerless."
Morin looked at Betril, he was very suspicious of the ceremony just now. Not to mention whether such a really exists, but Mo Lin can be sure of one thing: that is full of lies.
The essence of lies is to conceal the truth, so lying is always a very dangerous thing.
Because, once the lie is confirmed, then the truth it wants to cover can immediately surface.
Through this exaggerated ritual, although he failed to meet Mo Lin's wishes, Mo Lin saw the crisis of Gadella.
Betril-betrayer!
But what can Morin say now? What can you do? He could only keep silent, and he had no hope that Wald could listen to his own advice. Now, it is almost a blessing that he can still stand here safely, what else does he dare to ask for?
"Have you been mistaken, High Priest Betril?" Wald asked, also puzzled.
Betril sneered and said, "The great chieftain, the gods are what you see with your own eyes, and you listen to every word of him. Of course, I know that you trust the alien, but the gods can see through Everything."
Speaking of which, the high priest approached Wald's side and whispered to him: "For those who are not from our tribe, their hearts must be different. For the entire tribe, the chieftain must be careful!"
Morin had already used Beaver's ability to hear Betril's words clearly, and he felt that the trust he had built up with the Gadra tribe had exploded.