Chapter 130 Dothraki
The clouds after the storm were stained with a sacred color, and the raindrops on each blade of grass were as dazzling as shining crystals.
Real life was the opposite of the beauty of the first clear day after the rain. People looked at the collapsed huts and lost livestock, and the joy of surviving the disaster instantly turned into endless sorrow and crying.
The bodies of some unfortunate tribesmen lay there heavily. The god of death had turned into a white mist, slowly coming to them, hugging them, and finally surrounding them with a gloomy and tight curtain, as if everything was covered up.
Mungo rode in a messy city. Seeing these scenes, a big stone was pressed in his heart. He felt that a beast was tearing his chest and peeling his heart with its claws.
He clenched his teeth, suppressed his inner self-blame, and gasped with his nostrils wide open, as if he had smelled the smell of blood. There was only one thought of revenge in his mind.
A storm, whether it was a natural disaster or a divine disaster, made all the yearning for the future of those lying on the ground become a bubble, and all their expectations dissipated like the morning mist on the grassland.
The subordinates following behind him seemed to hear the suffocating and angry roar in his heart, and silently began to collect the bodies of the dead tribesmen.
Monggo bowed his head to mourn the dead, immersed in all kinds of thoughts.
[Noble Phantasm: Ragnarok]
[Setting: The red comet descends, the magic power of the gods revives, they are not merciful, but this is the world of man, you are the king of mankind, cut off the heads of the false gods who don't listen to discipline, and bury them in the garbage dump of history! Millions of people will be your source of power. Their yearning for a better life is enough to create the world. As long as the monarch is wise, follows the will of the people, and makes the world governed, they are willing to believe in you and worship you. You are the only true god in their hearts! ]
[Effect 1: Man can conquer nature, and can change the weather conditions in a small range. ]
[Effect 2: Endless, life is like flowing water, the vitality of you and all things under your rule is slightly enhanced, breeding and multiplying without stopping. ]
[Effect 3: Can be added. ]
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The process of creating the treasure this time by Mungo is different from the other times. After adding the settings and effects of the treasure, he immediately got feedback.
He clearly judged the reason, which was the trust of his people in him.
At this moment, he couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was in his heart, sadness or touching. He just felt that he should abandon everything and do something now, and rushed to the worst-hit area.
At the same time, the affairs officer Orver and the bachelor Bas Porter were leading people to treat the wounded. The two who had been busy for a long time had no time to drink water and rest. They looked at each other and listened to the casual discussions of the eunuch doctors and herbalists.
All the wounded seemed to be healed by a mysterious power, and even those who were seriously injured and could only be abandoned regained hope. This was really the blessing of the great khal.
As time went by, many tribesmen followed Mongol and his army and joined the disaster relief operation.
They did not say anything, but worked silently. Perhaps with such a great khal's care, the current situation was not as bad as it could be.
Even if this situation was bleak and the next life might not be as good as the past life, the hope for the future began to return.
Perhaps eight suns had set, but it seemed to everyone that a long time had passed.
During this time, they said goodbye to their relatives and clansmen, and the tribesmen whose houses were damaged also moved into those spacious and sturdy mansions. Most of the city was cleaned up, and the muddy roads and stagnant water gradually dried up.
The tired tribesmen gathered outside the prophet's hall. They hoped to hear what the great khal said. Soon, Mongol appeared in everyone's sight.
Under the golden and bright light, the crowd broke through the obstruction of the blood guards, tightly surrounded him, and welcomed him to the rock platform in the center of the holy city.
He looked around, pointed his finger at the sky, and shouted in a hoarse but powerful voice:
"My warriors, soldiers and tribesmen, we have brought the sun back, and it is shining on the grasslands in the east. This little wind and rain will not bother it at all. Similarly, this little water is probably only enough for the Dothraki to soak their feet."
Hearing these words, everyone's face lit up, and they raised their heads with hope.
Mungo paused for a moment, then walked down from the platform quickly. He came to the crowd, walked forward in the crowd, looked at them with a firm gaze, and then turned around and preached calmly:
"But disasters are inevitable. Some people have become unfortunate, but we are willing to continue living. Then we have no choice but to admit setbacks, face difficulties, and return to life and work."
"My wise men and I will come up with more new and beneficial decrees, just like allocating houses to the unfortunate, leading everyone forward. It may take some time and you may have to endure a lot of unknown hardships, but these difficulties will eventually make everyone's life better."
"We are not afraid of difficulties, we believe in your decision!" Someone stood up and shouted loudly.
These words, as affirmative as an oath, caused cheers, and the crowd began to crowd forward. They stretched out their arms to touch the great Kao, wanting to place all their hopes and respect on him.
More and more people rushed here, and Mungo stretched out his hand to touch them and patted their shoulders.
He stood there, looking like a great king of ancient times, a statue that was admired by people, and his voice became as thunderous as thunder:
"My warriors, I want to hug all of you intimately, my people, my heart will always be with you, please let me devote more time to work and serve Dothraki."
"Next, I want to see you continue on the road of honor and glory, just like when I was invincible in the West, you will always be a model of bravery and loyalty. With fearless people like you, the great cause of Dothraki will not be destroyed by difficulties."
"May you live in my blessings for all your lives, your happiness is my only wish, and Dothraki will always be the object of my protection!"
"Long live Dothraki!"
A more boiling cheer sounded, as if the ground of the holy city was being struck by thunder, which was a scene that would echo in later generations.
All the tribes regained their confidence. They straightened their chests and shouted loudly. This was the clearest voice that the gods had never made:
"When the sun rises, we will sacrifice everything for Dothraki."
"Long live Dothraki, long live the great Khal!"
These two chapters are about the decline of theocracy. I think this is one of the beginnings of the tribe's move towards feudalism. Theocracy is the biggest obstacle to reform, because reform will inevitably promote the enlightenment of people's wisdom. I also wrote about digging canals before. Others' first reaction was not whether the people would suffer, but the gods. Tradition disagrees. In tribal society, chiefs and Khals are only war leaders of the tribe. Prophets and shamans are the spiritual and political symbols of the nation. The first step of reform is to break theocracy and make the royal power the only eternal.