Chapter 8 (1/2)
This is the feeling!
Everything is progressing smoothly, Luton look decent after changing into the tribal chief’s clothes and carries himself quite well, perhaps this is the reason why he used to be a tribe leader, he takes little effort to get used to his old trade!
Next step is to manipulate Luton, to control the small tribe.
In the middle of Red Clay Tribe, which is beside the giant stone G.o.ddess, is a wide platform constructed by carving.
On the platform, is an altar which is a few meter high, queer patterns are carved on the altar.
Every giant tribe have an altar each, no matter how small their tribe is, they will always construct an altar
From the context of a game, this a form of setting, from the perspective of giants, this is a form of religion. Hence, even though this tribe is small, the giant altar still maintained its dignified appearance! (Unlike the stone G.o.ddess statue)
With a crooked yet tall body, leopard skin clothing, a plumed helm on head, holding a old wooden tree branch, with a few tufts of grey beard, and a face full of wrinkles with a slightly vulgar look.
The one that appear before the crowd is the new tribal chief– The Great Luton!
“I am your new tribal chief.” Luton slowly raises his swollen eye bags, using his giant tree branch pointing the crowd of giants below the altar, with movements that carry lots of weights.
In the crowd of male giants, majority are males, only a few spa.r.s.e female, from the tribal leader’s tent………
As one can well imagine, the male giants in this tribe must be laden with grief…….
The dull pain, such grief……..
Even though the new chief look old, no one has any idea how did he defeat the previous chief, not only that, the new tribal chief is also tied with layers and layers of metal chains, which look so awkward no matter how you look at it………..
However, those giants are after all lacking in intelligence, even with a crowd of giants they can’t understand why the new tribal chief has such an unusual interest…….
All the giants have no words of complaint, even those young giants who were playing crazily just now, with a face full of sincerity, kneel below the altar, saying in chorus, ” All hail, the great Luton!”
When the crowd of giants kowtow, Luton hurriedly face Reynold, shyly squeezing out a smile.
d.a.m.n it, I went too far with my acting, who knows whether master will hit me later!
Reynold stroke his chin, waving his hand, signalling for Luton to continue.
Seeing master’s signal, immediately regain his confidence! With a dignified tone, he shouted, “Stand up! My clansmen!”
Luton sweeps his eyes over at the crowd of giants with gaze like those of a mighty warrior (fake), however in other’s eyes, those smiling expression shown in his eyes is extremely vulgar………
Luton’s eyes stop on the body of a st.u.r.dy giant, “Alright! I’m about to begin!”
The st.u.r.dy giant can’t help but to s.h.i.+ver.
Begin? Begin what?
When a new giant takes up the position of tribal chief, he must carry out a prayer at the altar, to beg for G.o.d’s blessing.
Under normal circ.u.mstances, this type of praying ceremony is carried out by the new tribal chief and a [female giant] who was picked.
The st.u.r.dy giant trembles again, a terrible scene is suddenly conjured up by his r.e.t.a.r.ded intelligence, in a dark night without moon, a certain male giant pulling another male giant squeezing into a mushroom tent……
Miserable screams and howls of grief, the next day, one of the male giants cover his b.u.t.t, with an expression full of pain, this scene is already imprinted in the st.u.r.dy giant’s not s.p.a.cious brain.
It can’t be that the new tribal leader is……….
Just when the st.u.r.dy giant is preparing to die rather than submitting, when his feet are retreating…….
On the altar, Luton suddenly chants with deep emotions………
“The great G.o.ds, please let your glory descend on earth, take pity on us your lowly believers!”