You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 8 Discussion
Yige and Guabrak lowered their heads even lower when they heard the words of the gods.

Although the words of the gods cannot be called admonishment.

But the urge is obvious.

"It's not that human beings don't work hard!"

Guabrak thought bitterly.

The slight goodwill generated by Yige's previous sense of taste disappeared.

He opened his mouth, and was about to seize the time to explain things clearly, so that the gods could understand that it was Igg who slowed down the procession.

Yige, who was in the distance, began to blame himself first.

dong dong dong.

He banged his forehead hard to the ground.

The sound of collisions echoed in the quiet cave.

The other trolls who were kneeling on the ground couldn't help casting their gazes at him.

"Great god of manners, I am guilty."

"It was my lack of exercise that caused me to spend so much time on the road."

"I confess to you."

"Please punish me!"

Li Yi was ready to "offline".

Who knew Yige's reaction was so great.

Let him knock down like this again, I'm afraid his head will be smashed,

Yige is actually quite normal.

How can I be so brain-dead when encountering things related to God.

Li Yi sighed silently.

Alas, he is his own apostle after all.

Can't really let him knock himself into a fool.

He issued the last oracle.

[Don't waste time kowtowing. 】

The sacred brilliance quickly faded, and the rectangle in the sky also became invisible.

Yige no longer nodded his head to the ground, but wiped away the tears gushing from the corners of his eyes with his hands.

Although the gods only responded to him with one sentence.

But he felt the love behind His oracle.

The gods are watching him!
This is the earnest expectation of God the Father!
He must act quickly.

Just do it, Yige stood up immediately, and gave Guabrak a wink who also reacted quickly.

Guabrak understood, and led Yige to the living area deep in the cave.

They had to discuss how to deliver the oracle and what to do next.

After the two apostles left, the trolls spontaneously divided into several small groups to chat.

The content is unquestionably all about the god of ceremonies.

For the trolls guarding the cave, this is the first time they have actually seen the gods descend

Novelty and joy are mixed, and the mouth can't stop.

And the excitement of the troll warriors, who had experienced the coming of the god of etiquette for the second time, did not diminish in the slightest.

"So, swing the stone stick vigorously."

"Understand the beauty of the shattered heads of prey."

As the only person who mastered divine arts besides the apostle, Grox quickly became the most beautiful troll in the cave.

Surrounded by more and more trolls.

He somewhat enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by stars, and unselfishly passed on his understanding of the divine art [Elegant Skull Crushing] to all those who were listening.

It's a pity that he spoke with great enthusiasm, and the people around him listened with great enthusiasm, but no one could figure out what he meant.

His good friend, the lv16 troll warrior Leige with Mediterranean hair, couldn't help asking:
"Grox, I hit my prey's head hard every time."

"Xiang Yuetu, Snow Fox, Silver Moon Wolf."

"Which one wasn't smashed to the ground by me."

"But why don't I feel any beauty?"

"Of course, you said that if their bones were cleaned and arranged neatly, they could indeed be used as decorations."

As he spoke, Leige subconsciously looked at the large and small bones on the wall.

Among them are his works.

Although Grox can generally understand Leige's confusion, the feeling of the magic to him is really...very subtle.

Know what you know, and don't need to say what you don't know.

He had no choice but to explain a few words vaguely:
"Of course the old things handed down from our tribe can be regarded as some art."

"Bones, after all, are supposed to be relatively elegant raw materials for art."

"But when I say 'beautiful', it's more elegant."

"It's really one of those, really special things."

Now the trolls present were even more confused.

"Anyway, we want to grind the head of the monster into powder, the finer the better?" A troll tried to summarize.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I think it's about squeezing the heads of monsters into juice!" Another troll objected immediately, loosening and clenching his wide palms as he said, "Just like we usually squeeze fruit with our hands. .”

His words quickly attracted a burst of echo from the crowd.

"That's right! The shell of the fir fruit is very hard, but we can still squeeze out the juice."

"Even if the monster's skull is a bit hard, it will definitely squeeze out the juice!"

What's more, he has begun to connect his understanding with the great god of etiquette:

"It is the gods who are guiding us to use our hands to explore the true meaning of 'elegance'!" - These words come from the oldest troll of the clan, Morgar. His skin is wrinkled and folded, and he looks hideous and terrifying under the firelight .

"Thank God! There must be delicious juice and fragrant brains in the big head of the beast!" - from a three-year-old baby troll, just the age of innocence.

As the discussions among the onlookers proceeded enthusiastically, Grox, who was originally in the middle, was suddenly left out.

He cleared his throat and got everyone's attention again.

"There really is 'elegance' hidden in the heads of prey waiting to be discovered."

"But not everyone has the opportunity to understand this 'elegance.'"

"Only by wholeheartedly believing in the great god of ceremonies and pleasing him with our actions."

"The door to 'elegance' will really open to us!"

As Grox spoke, his voice became louder, and the audience applauded respectfully.

"Grox can master divine arts, it must be because his devotion to the gods exceeds ours!"

Everyone secretly thought so, determined to serve the god with all their hearts.

Morgel skillfully drew a rectangle on his chest.

With a focused look.

Those who didn't know thought he was an old pastor for decades.

The rest of the people followed suit and began to draw.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the lively discussion turned into another prayer.

Guabrak, who came out of the living area with Yige, was taken aback.

The chief pastime for trolls in their spare time is wrestling.

The collision between muscles can let them vent the restless power in their bodies.

A small number of gentle trolls prefer to dispose of the carcasses of their prey.

In particular, the bones of all kinds of monsters are knocked out and beaten to make beautiful decorations.

Either way, it's extremely noisy.

Generally speaking, only when he, the leader, announces an important decision, will the clan members stop for a while to save face.

But looking at it now, the prayers of the trolls and the drawing of rectangles are extremely harmonious.

It made him suddenly a little uncomfortable.

Yige, who followed closely behind, was very satisfied.

I thought that the trolls were rebellious, and there might be thorns that disrespected the gods.

Now it seems that they are still actively integrating into the way of etiquette.

(End of this chapter)