You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 174 Gap

The Sand People do not speak Common Tongue.

The language they use is the Borgrum language created by the prophet Sander after he received divine revelation in the unknown past.

Borglum, that is, "divine gift".

However, one cannot generalize between Borgrum and Borgrum.

For example, the Nigel Kingdom in the northernmost part of Yug Continent has a relatively complete Borglum language system, including "standard" writing, pronunciation, etc.

In the Pustonian Desert, although the sand people also speak Borglum language, they rarely use Borglum script.

Even the spoken part is mixed with a lot of slang that is only circulated among members of the tribe.

This is an inevitable situation for migrating nomadic tribes. To a certain extent, it is caused by the failure of a unified country to emerge in the huge Pustonia like the plains to the north.

Of course, opportunities always come to those who are prepared.

During his stay in "Dwenzell", Garnside took the opportunity to find a scholar who was proficient in the Borgrum language, and impressed him with sincerity - gold bars - to teach him.

Although it only took half a year, it was obviously not enough for him to master the common language.

But it was enough for him to roughly express his needs when he was looking for someone in Tarek to act as a mouthpiece.

Unlike the "Bu" tribe, which has a relatively strong family background, the "Jia" tribe is just a small tribe.

It is impossible to attack endlessly in the north.

Otherwise, it would be tantamount to committing suicide slowly——

It takes sixteen years to cultivate a warrior, but losing a warrior only requires a divine chant from a priest or a key stab from a soldier.

Therefore, it can be said that it is inevitable to adopt strategies other than strong attack at certain times.

However, Garnside originally thought that "softer" methods would be needed after the tribe had captured several towns.

Unexpectedly, just the first "Talek" forced him to change his strategy.

If the losses in the previous ambush were completely within the acceptable range, the losses in the battle after entering the city far exceeded Garnside's psychological expectations.

The battle at the entrance to the city was normal. There were many strong enemies and many weak ones.

But then it was all the way to the temple.

Not only did the believers in black robes show great fighting prowess, but even the enemy's ordinary warriors who obviously had no god-given abilities showed a strong, even "crazy" will to fight.

A rough count showed that "Jia" had lost at least forty warriors forever along the way.

Including the previous battle outside the city.

At present, nearly a quarter of the tribe's warriors have been lost to "Talek".

This is "Talek" who still hasn't taken down the temple, and the enemy's apostles haven't come back either!

Excluding the seriously wounded and the dozen or so scouts sent out to explore other areas in "Talek" city, there were less than two hundred soldiers besieging the temple at this time.

Even though he wins, he still loses.

Besides, "Add" is far from conquering "Talek".

Now they were just following the guidance from Father Sha and Mother Feng, and headed straight for the temple.

There are still large areas in the city that have not been swept away, and the enemies in the dark may only be more difficult to deal with than those on the surface.

Garnside became more and more certain when he thought of the expression on the face of the enemy he had just killed before he died, that even if he lost his life and bit off the powerful enemy's ear, it was worth it.

Can't go on like this!

The frowning leader of the sand people looked at the timid man brought over by his tribe, and squeezed out a kind smile from the corner of his mouth:

"you know me?"

The man who was brought up was stunned at first.

It seemed that he didn't hear clearly what the sand man across from him said.

A trace of murderous intent flashed across Garnside's face and quickly disappeared.

Suitable microphones are not easy to find either.

Kill the current one, and it will take a lot of effort to find another one.

Therefore, the leader of the sand people tried hard to recall the pronunciation and intonation of the scholar at that time, and spoke slower:

"you know me?"

This time, the man's face showed undisguised surprise.    Then came the excitement that came over me.

He could feel that these vicious sand people did not seem to have any intention of taking his life.

Rather, it seems that you still need something from him?

Could it be that the bad luck that had plagued him since the destruction of the Gray Eagle Leather Factory was about to end? !

"Fortunately, we still have a regeneration ceremony!"

At this time, the atmosphere in the Temple of Ceremony in Black, surrounded by sand people, was not very tense.

Part of the reason lies in the divine favor brought by the [Rebirth Ritual].

Ma Li wiped the sweat from her forehead and said this with emotion, which was the end of the last ceremony.

Although she and Osval spent a lot of time, they finally restored all the wounded in the temple to perfect condition.

The strong hunger accompanying the recovery was already expected by everyone, as there was already a large amount of food stored in the temple.

After all, this is not the first [Rebirth Ceremony] in the Black Ceremony Temple, nor will it be the last.

When the red light symbolizing the great God of Ceremony lit up on the wounded, everyone felt a sense of security in their hearts.

Gods are watching us!

While the believers and guards were devouring food after recovering from their injuries after retreating into the temple, Ma Li counted the number of people.

Counting myself, there were sixty-seven people in total.

This number was less than she expected, but fortunately, several strong believers who had registered with Ige were not left behind.

It’s not that they are cowardly or wise enough to protect themselves before fighting.

In fact, they are basically the most aggressive ones.

Relying on the blessing of the benevolent scarlet light, the broken limbs were reattached, the injured stood up again.

The tenacity goes without saying.

Of course, despite all the efforts of Black Ritual, the temple was surrounded by enemies.

The situation is indeed slipping in an unfavorable direction.

Another important factor that can maintain morale at this time is the most direct protection of gods.

Looking at the scarlet barrier that completely protected her sixty-seven people, Ma Li couldn't help but turn her head to the statue deep in the temple.

I couldn't help but praise the gods in my heart.

The statue has no face, but Ma Li reads infinite love from it.

She knew clearly that the enemy did not choose to attack the temple immediately because of mercy.

They simply discovered that the temple had the gaze of a great god who could easily crush them.

however.

Osval is not as optimistic as Mary.

At the moment, Boyce is missing, all three lines of defense of "Talek" have been breached, and the enemies are approaching the temple.

Even if the sand people retreat directly and leave "Talek" forever, the damage caused is incalculable——

The loss of buildings is okay, but the loss of population and people's hearts is simply irreparable.

What's more, the sand people have no intention of retreating now.

Just when Oswald was worried, a crisp knock on the door sounded.

dong dong dong-

"People inside, Lord Garnside asked me to bring you a few words!"

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