Heart of the Castle

Chapter 31 Outer Part 8 The God of Gogmaoya——A Preliminary Study on Belief of Beastmen

Tall, strong, hairy, muscular, bloodthirsty and war-thirsty-and of course, without a brain, this is the orc, a humanoid race that is extremely powerful individually, but as a whole is a mess of sand.

There are about 1 to [-] orcs living on the Yueyu Plain in the west of the Kingdom of Arthur. It is divided into two Guluns, east and west, by the Oath River. Because of the bloody conflicts between the various tribes - or as they called themselves - warbands, the number of orcs varies from day to day.

Orc beliefs are very complex and vary from region to region, which may have to be blamed on their poorly documented means of history and lore.The orc language is very simple and rough, and can only be used to describe some of the simplest daily behaviors, and the orcs who are smart enough to master the common language are often unwilling to stay in the tribe's dirty tents.The tribal history inheritors known as storytellers often add all kinds of brain supplements and obscenities at will, which makes the history of each orc tribe sound exaggerated, but for the stupid orcs, the more exaggerated The more their history makes them more convinced, they often regard the deeds of their ancestors as miracles, and the souls of their ancestors as the gods they believe in.

All the orc tribes in the Moon Language Plain believe in an orc deity called Gogmaoya. This is a relatively rare thing, because this deity is not the ancestor soul of a certain tribe, but a real Deities with doctrines, clerics, and prayers.

With a "bang", a thick tome fell in front of the human slave. Due to poor storage—or lack of care at all, the tome was cracked and damaged in many places, but it was covered with mold spots. On the cover of the book, you can still vaguely see the three big characters of "On God the Father".

"Here's a thing, it records the great god of our orcs. Human melon baby, you, you read it out for me, so that our storytellers can be stupid... Uh... translate it into orc language, immediately Read, or you will be stripped, the head will be filled with wine, the large piece of meat will be grilled, and the rest of the brain will be stewed with potatoes at night!"

An extraordinarily burly orc roared, standing beside him was a huge battle ax that was almost the same size as a door panel, and a layer of purple-black blood was thickly accumulated on the ax blade.

"Long live Vaccao, long live Kalmos Bloodaxe!" Many orcs clamored.

"Stew together, stew together!" The voice seemed to be louder, and many orcs had already begun to lick their lips, fantasizing about the taste of braised potatoes.

"Don't peel! Lord Orc, spare my life!" the human slave screamed and begged.

"Then read it quickly!" the storyteller, Dutou Laosha, cursed in a low voice, the half barrel of blood wine he drank in the morning seemed to be playing tricks in his head, making it awkward for him to hold the bone pen in his hand.

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. Forgive us Just as we forgive our debts. Do not let us meet temptation, but deliver us from evil. For the kingdom, power, and glory are yours forever and ever..." The human slave trembled while speaking inarticulately with.

"What the hell?" The storyteller dropped the bone pen impatiently, and grabbed the human by the neck, asking him to record so many things at once was simply torture. He originally wanted to warn the human Slave, but his strength was too much.

The human's neck made a very crisp "crack" sound, which excited the orcs. They clapped their hands, stomped their feet and screamed frantically, highly praising the storyteller's straightforward actions.However, the storyteller's expression was not so happy. He might be the only orc who felt terrified, especially when he saw the head of the human slave in his hand turned sideways at a terrible angle, his eyes protruded like dead fish, and the corners of his mouth began to swell. When the black-red blood froth flowed down, he felt the blackness in front of his eyes, and his heart was filled with a terrible premonition that he was about to face a catastrophe.

East Gulun Waka Okamos Bloodaxe stared at the storyteller with his drunken eyes, "Why did the melon belch?" He said in a rude orc dialect. "Have you memorized all the things that Guawazi translated?" He burped, full of blood and rancid smell, and the stench that was better than the cesspit immediately permeated the whole tent.

"Of course, I've written down everything he said." The storyteller replied with a stiff neck, "This guy is useless, so whoever came up and peeled this piece of fresh meat in a hurry, I invite everyone to hello Let's have a good meal."

"Ho Ho, eat a meal, drink a barrel, and stew potatoes!" There was another sound of clapping and stomping, and the orcs cheered with their eyes reddened by the storyteller's generosity, waving their arms vigorously.Some of the orcs were so excited that they swung their elbows against the stomachs or cheeks of the orcs next to them, causing even more chaotic fighting and cursing.

"Stupid old fool, what is the god's name?" Blood Ax roared and raised the cup full of blood wine, his voice was so loud that it suppressed all the noise, "What should we call Jie God?"

"Gog Mauya!" roared the storyteller with all his might, "The god's name is Gog Mauya! The teachings of the god are also Gog Mauya! Gog Mauya! Long live Gog Mauya!"

Blood Ax frowned. Although the low-quality alcohol had already burned his head, he still vaguely remembered that the human seemed to have talked for a long time, and the translation by the storyteller was really simple... But, I like it !Blood Ax suddenly poured a full glass of blood wine down his throat, then stood up, swinging two arms as thick as adult human thighs. "Long live the Great God Gogmaoya!"

"Long live the God Gogmaoya!" A frenzied shout swept over the orc tribe like a hurricane.The simple-minded orcs simply love God Gogmaoya to death, what a short and powerful name, and such catchy teachings, although many orcs still don't know what God Gogmaoya can bless them, but from this moment , He has become a firm believer in Gogmaoya.

This night, known as the night of God's presence in the Moon Whispering Plain by the orcs, the belief in the God of Gogmaoya began to germinate on this night, and then spread with the pace of the orcs.During bloody battles, on the verge of desperation, during celebrations of victories, during banquets and carnivals, and during orcs' favorite sexual intercourse, the name of Gorgomaoya appeared again and again and was covered by countless savage comments. Wholeheartedly shouted from his throat, sweeping the entire Moon Language Plain like an unstoppable raging tide.

(End of this chapter)