owlsbooks Chapter 736 Startled
Chapter 736 Startled
Ever since the conversation with Old John that day, the man has intentionally distanced himself from Yvette.
As Old John said, he is a person without a past, such a person often means trouble.
Even the dullest person can still see the secrets of a man after spending several months together.
It's just that the villagers are simple and kind by nature, so they didn't care and asked too much, but the man knew very well that his past must not be that simple. If he continued to stay in this small town, he might bring great danger to the villagers .
The only way he can repay the villagers is to leave silently, not to drag these simple people down.
Therefore, he decided to leave after the fire festival.
Fire Festival is an ancient traditional festival in this small town. When this day comes, the villagers will gather in the nearby river and hold torches to escort a Viking warship full of offerings to the gods. Taste.
When the boat is about to sail out of the river, people will throw the torch in their hands onto the boat to ignite it.
The ancient Vikings believed that in this way, the warriors in Asgard and the Hall of Valor could enjoy the sacrifices and fine wine they offered, and bless them with a good harvest in the coming year, praying for peace and safety.
The annual Fire Festival is the biggest event in this remote town.
Every household is preparing sacrifices, and there are many types. Apart from the slaughtered livestock and beasts, there are also sweet wines brewed. The task of Old John is to carve the statues of gods, which he does every year.
The man carried a huge tree trunk several meters long and several meters wide, and walked slowly to the quarry.
boom......
Trees hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Cough cough cough...Damn it, you kid can't let it go lightly?" Old John was choked and coughed again and again, and he came out from one side with a disheveled face, blowing his beard and staring at him: "Let you do whatever you want." When you cut down an ash tree, why did you cut down such a big one?"
"Didn't you say the bigger the better?"
The man gave him a strange look: "I searched half of the mountain, and this one is the biggest one, should it be enough for you to carve?"
"I..." Old John's mouth twitched, he wanted Luka to find a slightly bigger one, but he didn't expect to find such a big one, and suddenly said dumbfounded: "Forget it, forget it, Let it be bigger, an ash tree this big is enough for me to carve out the gods."
The man sat on the side and asked curiously: "It's all sculpture anyway, why do we have to use ash tree?"
"You know what." Old John glanced at him angrily, and said, "It is said that the tree species of the world tree is the ash tree, and only the gods carved out of the ash tree can be passed on to the gods of Asgard. .”
"Oh."
The man stopped talking.
Old John didn't continue talking, picked up the carving tools, and stared at the ash tree trunk intently: "Next, I'm going to carve the faces of the gods. Don't disturb me, or don't blame me for being rude."
"Oh well."
The man sat on the side boredly, intending to see how Old John sculpted: "I'll just take a look, and I won't bother you."
However, Old John took a deep breath, his arms swelled up, his eyes revealed a look of ferocity, and his violent aura was completely different from before. He was not like an ordinary old man at all, but more like a... General on the battlefield!
The man was slightly taken aback, and there seemed to be some kind of throbbing in his heart.
That look... that aura... made him feel familiar.
Old John didn't notice the strangeness of the man. He focused on the ash tree in front of him. The chisel and hammer fell almost at the same time. The sawdust flew, and a large piece of withered skin peeled off. A human face was embossed on the trunk, and the outline gradually become clear.
The iron chisels open the way, and the knife modifies the shape.
About two or three hours later, a lifelike relief of a god appeared on the trunk of the ash tree.
Old John let out a long breath, the tiredness in his eyes could not be concealed, and the sweat flowed down his cheeks to his chin: "I'm old, I'm old, I didn't expect to be so tired after only one carving."
The man stared at the statue, with an indescribable throbbing in his heart.
"Come again!"
Old John heaved a sigh of relief and continued to carve other statues of gods.
All the gods need to be carved on the ash tree, and then stand in the center of the ship as a giant sculpture pillar, so Old John has a lot of work, and at least a dozen gods need to be carved by him.
And according to the status of the gods, it becomes more and more difficult from the bottom to the top.
He was so busy until it was dark that Old John was panting tiredly, and slumped on the ground with sweat, and said weakly: "Okay, I have finished all the carvings, and I will trouble you next, put the statue on the battleship go."
The man walked up to the carved pillar, counted from bottom to top, and found that there were only 22 statues of gods.
The statue at the top is a rough-looking man with a big beard, a golden belt around his waist, and a hammer that summons thunder in his hand, just like Thor, the invincible god of thunder in mythology.
But according to his understanding, there should be 23 god statues in mythology, and the most important one, Odin, the king of gods, is missing.
"Old John, why don't you carve the king of the gods?" The man turned his head and asked the doubts in his heart.
"You think I don't want to carve?" Old John glared at him, and said angrily: "Odin, the king of the gods, is supreme. Where have I seen him? Usually, there is a place vacant, and it is a sacrifice to Odin." Ding's."
That's...an interesting thing to say.
The man raised his eyebrows, and joked: "From what you said, could it be that you have seen other gods?"
Old John's complexion changed slightly, his eyes seemed to be flustered, and then he quickly covered it up, shaking his head and said: "I am a mortal, how could I have seen the gods, these are all handed down from the past, I will follow the engraving That's all."
After saying that, Old John got up and urged: "Stop thinking about it, and quickly carry the pillar back. Tomorrow is the Fire Festival."
"Wait... Old John, maybe I have a way."
The man stopped Old John suddenly, his eyes couldn't help but look at the tool, and the throbbing in his heart became stronger: "I...I seem to be able to carve Odin, can you let me try?"
"You? Luka, don't make fun of me." Old John's eyes showed a touch of shock: "That's Odin, the king of the gods, and the statues I carved have a hint of divine spirit. If you make a mistake , and will be punished by the gods at that time."
Carving the faces of the gods is not something everyone can do.
If it was another village, one or two statues would be carved to death, and most of them were replaced by symbols.If you carve the faces of the gods indiscriminately, you will lose your protection and blessing in the coming year, and at worst, you will be punished on the spot.
Only Old John can completely carve the appearance of the gods. This kind of pillar has the best blessing effect, so the task of carving statues every year has always been completed by only Old John.
Now this divine pillar condenses the appearance of the gods, and it can already be sensed by the gods of Asgard.If there is a mistake in engraving Odin's face, I'm afraid it will attract the wrath of the gods.
"Let me try, okay?"
The man stared at the faces of the gods, and the familiar feeling struck again: "I... seem to remember a little bit of the past."
"You..." Old John showed hesitation, but when he thought that it might remind Luka of the past, he gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, since you want to try, I won't stop you." You, but if you feel bad, don’t force yourself, you know?”
"Well, don't worry."
The man took a deep breath and picked up a wooden carving knife.
Old John's eyebrows were frowned, and there was indelible doubt in his eyes. You must know that there are dozens of wood carving tools, and it would be too arrogant to want to carve the appearance of gods with just a wood carving knife?
Just when he was about to speak and remind Luca that he should not use a wood carving knife first, but use a chisel to carve out the draft, and then use a knife to modify it, he saw a light blue gleam in the man's eyes, and the next moment the wood carving knife almost turned into a wreck. film.
shhhhh......
The blade turned and moved, and sawdust flew all of a sudden.
I don't know if it was his illusion, but Old John always felt that the man holding the knife seemed to have turned into a king of gods who ruled over one side. The flickering afterimage of the knife gave off a palpitating chill, which made his back sweat The hair roots stand on end.
"finished."
The man let out a long breath, and threw the wooden carving knife in his hand aside.
"Oh.....done...."
Before Old John could react, after half a second of being dull, he exclaimed, "What? You said it was done?"
"Well, it's done."
The man nodded again for confirmation, and said, "You can take a look, I think it should be all right."
Cold sweat was pouring off Old John's head, thinking that the man was sculpting indiscriminately, he stepped forward in a hurry, and cursed: "I told you not to let you sculpt indiscriminately, this is good, I have to be busy again... busy ...What the hell?!"
The original words of blame were swallowed back into the stomach.
A pair of cloudy eyes were wide open, full of deep shock, and Old John was stunned in place.
On the top of this sacred pillar, there is a long-bearded old man impressively carved, one eye is covered by golden iron, and the remaining eye is like a falcon, exuding endless domineering, as if looking down on the world. Sheng, the majestic and majestic aura of the god king is surging like a torrent, and you can feel the supreme majesty of the god king just by looking at it.
"what--!"
Old John was so frightened that he backed up a few steps, his face was pale and he shouted in horror: "Yes...it's God King...God King Odin!!!"
Rumbling--
Thunder resounded through the sky, and lead clouds rolled across the sky.
The violent gales of the shouting came with the heavy rain, and the sound of rumbling thunder echoed between the heaven and the earth. There seemed to be a ray of eyes hanging down in the haze, staring at the man and the old John below through the barrier between the worlds.
The man slowly raised his head, and stared at the light in his eyes.