The Divine Hunter Chapter 21: Mokwag

The moonlight illuminates a white area on the northern coast.

The dragon boat anchored here.

The waves crashed against the side of the ship, Kaz, Kaz, the hinges turned.

Plop, plop!

The small wooden boats hanging on both sides of the huge hull fell into the water one after another.

A group of Skellige men armed with shields, battle axes, swords, bows and arrows, and wearing cotton armor, armor, and chain armor of various colors and styles, silently rowed their oars and sailed towards the not-so-distant coastal.

A tall, muscular man stood at the front of the wooden boat. He had star-shaped tattoos on his bare chest, a big nose, thin lips and a short beard. He was wearing a black iron helmet, with a long, narrow and cold face. His eyes looked at the twinkling lights on Indarsfell Island not far away, with a sneer on his lips.

"Boss Mokwag, are we really going to loot the palace of God Freya?" The deputy with a beard sitting behind him said worriedly, "Have you forgotten that many of our brothers have to ask before going to sea? Freya prays that our offense will be punished by God!"

When the big men in the boat heard these words, they unconsciously nodded in agreement.

"Are you afraid, Aina?" The tall man asked sternly, his hoarse voice carried far across the sea, "Where is the so-called God Freya? Have you seen her true form? I dare you Guaranteed, even her priests, the most devout pilgrims, have never seen Freya appear."

"The so-called gods are just lies and jokes made by ancient people to fool ordinary people!"

"I, Mokvarg and my soldiers are not afraid of that kind of mystical stuff!"

"We have a great record. Novigrad, Lang Esset, and Nilfgaard's merchant ships...were all defeated by our men..." The man's sharp eyes slowly swept across the group of men, and everyone couldn't help but raise their heads. , "We do all kinds of evil, killing soldiers, women, children and the elderly is commonplace. We are fearless. All Skellige know that Morkvarg is the most daring pirate in the islands!"

The man's roar rose above the sound of the waves.

"But they also have a bad saying! We are not afraid of any of us, but we are afraid of this hypocritical **** made up by ancient people! The priests who see her can only take a detour and flee."

"I've had enough of those dirty words. Tonight, we're going to show these idiots how powerful they are and slap them in the face!"

"Snatch all the Freya Temple!" Mokvarg stood at the bow of the ship, tapping the sword in his left hand against the shield in his right hand, "Taste the blood of priests and pilgrims!"

"I want to accomplish an unprecedented feat. We want to knock down the statue of the goddess that the stupid people kowtow to and urinate on Freya's body!"

"The king of the archipelago and the leaders of the seven major families will also be far behind!"

"We are Skellige's greatest pirates!"

The moonlight showed red and excited faces.

But there are also quite a few hesitant faces.

……

The silent night.

One wooden ship after another docked, and a team of more than thirty people landed in the uninhabited area in the northern part of Indalsfell Island.

One after another, heavily armed figures moved silently towards the central temple.

Another small group moved south to prevent Lord Donar Cinda from sending soldiers to support them.

……

The moment the pirates landed on Indalsfell.

Freya's temple, even at night.

There are still dim lights flickering.

In the spacious and quiet main hall of the temple, a row of candles emits pure white light, illuminating the simple carpets, golden curtains hanging from the beams, and red-painted columns. The moonlight coming in from the high windows happens to cover the The high priest Uva's thin body, draped in white robes, was as gentle as a mother caressing her child.

She knelt down in front of the simple marble altar, clasped her hands, praying and meditating quietly.

The whole body shone with a faint golden light.

In front of her, high above the statues of sacred animals, cats and eagles, and on top of the stone shells used to fulfill the vows of believers, stood the goddess statue of the "Great Mother" Freya.

She is full of motherhood, wearing a robe that flutters in the wind, her belly is bulging high, and she is pregnant.

She lowered her head, her facial features were covered by a piece of cloth, her hands were folded on her chest, and a rose-cut aqua diamond was set in the center of the golden necklace above.

Uva opened his eyes with feeling.

Looking towards the cat "peeping and listening to secrets" and the eagle "looking down from a high place", a picture suddenly appeared in front of my eyes - a group of strong villains, holding torches, forming a long dragon, menacing The ground was running quickly in the bushes, and the man at the head was strong and had a cruel sneer on his lips.

Soon disappeared in the forest.

A look of panic suddenly appeared on the slender face of the priestess, and her eyes turned to the statue of the goddess. An ominous layer of blood suddenly poured out of the statue that was holy and inviolable at first.

"Is this your warning?"

She suddenly saw the emotionless stone eyes blinking vividly, showing a trace of deep pity, like a mother who sees her child suffering.

Go quickly! Change out of your priestly clothes! Leave the temple!

A majestic voice filled her mind.

Wava knelt down on the ground, clutching his chest and shaking his head firmly.

"Your most humble devotee will never abandon your divine incarnation and run away!"

"I will keep the temple for you!"

Uva suddenly stood up and quickly came to the priestesses and the resting place.

"Children!" Her clear voice was blessed by divine power and instantly conveyed to the depths of every priestess's heart. More than a dozen priestesses rubbed their eyes one after another, put on their white robes, and stood up from the bed, "Just now Freya gave me a revelation that the temple is about to be attacked! A group of 'beasts' without any fear intend to destroy the temple of God Freya!"

"Huh?!"

The priests immediately exploded, and their delicate and white faces were full of surprise. There were no guards stationed near Freya Temple at all, because from ancient times to the present, no one dared to be disrespectful to the temple!

All islanders respect and love the goddess as their mother.

"Listen to me, leave quickly and flee to the south! Inform Lord Dona Cinda to send troops to support, maybe it's not too late!"

"Mother Uva, don't you plan to leave?" A young girl of fifteen or sixteen years old with brown hair and big eyes among the priestesses stood up, "I want to stay and guard the temple with you!"

Her statement was like a signal.

Suddenly, all the priestesses gathered around Uva, their green and healthy-red faces showing the perseverance of a martyr.

"The time has come to test everyone's faith! We are the priests of Freya!"

"Never abandon the goddess!"

"Let's stop those bad guys together!"

"When mortals bathe in the goddess's glory and listen to the goddess's teachings, they will naturally realize their mistakes!"

"Alas, a bunch of silly girls..." Uva sighed, his eyes scanning everyone's faces——

The youngest is twelve or thirteen years old, with baby fat on his face, and the oldest is only in his twenties - this is the center of Freya's faith. They are priestesses who are being trained, and they are supposed to follow the school. After that, I went to other islands to serve as priests, herbalists, midwives, and teachers of knowledge... But now——

"If you are not afraid, then come and guard the entrance of the temple with me!"

……

The brightly lit Lobster Tavern.

"Snoring, snoring..."

Thunder-like snores came and went.

More than ten big Skellige men were lying on the ground beside the campfire, and some were even lying directly in the vomit and filth of their own homes.

Arms on arms, hairy legs on top of hairy legs.

The strong smell of alcohol and fermented seafood erupted from the mouth and nose.

Clote and Aggie hugged each other, their thin cheeks pressed against a rough, plush face.

Among the dancing demons, a slender figure wearing brown leather armor was lying alone on a wine table.

With dark and thick eyebrows, a straight bridge of nose, moderately thick lips, and a perfect arc on his chin, he was originally in a dark and sweet sleep.

Suddenly his eyelids twitched and he frowned.

"Demon hunter, son of ancient blood, come to the temple!"

An anxious call came from the deep darkness.

"Uh-"

Squeezing his heavy eyelids away, the demon hunter sat up from the wine table, rubbed his swollen and dizzy head, looked around, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face.

It was originally a group of Skellige men, singled out to challenge the demon hunters' drinking ability.

Then he got into chaos while drinking.

Everyone in the pub started drinking, which eventually led to a group drunken accident.

Although the mead is sweet, it is also very intoxicating!

This time, the witcher was simply indulgent and did not use any cheating methods.

This night, he drank all the alcohol he had drank in the past year, and the depression in his heart finally disappeared.

The physical fitness of over twenty-five is not a decoration, and the hangover begins to fade quickly.

He climbed up and glanced out the window. The moon was high, the night was dark, and everything was quiet.

At this late night, a strong uneasiness surged in the heart of the demon hunter.

Whose call was that just now?

Why go to the Temple of Freya? He looked around at a group of drunken men.

Why me?

The witcher stretched and tied Arondette behind his back again.

Curiosity and intuition born of ancient blood.

Let him make a decision - go to the temple to find out!

……

Fire light passed through the sacred grove of Sindar, and the sound of footsteps like drums surrounded the entire temple of Freya.

The bright weapons in the team reflected dazzling light, and an owl on the temple gate was frightened and fluttered its wings into the night sky, circling the entire sacred building and issuing a piercing "Cuckoo" warning.

However, the thirty-five priestesses in white robes turned a deaf ear to this. Their petite bodies formed a human wall to block the entrance of the temple. There were various expressions on their young faces. They clenched their fists nervously and their eyes flickered. Looking left and right, he kept swallowing with a pale face.

Some even trembled, holding hands with the sisters beside them to comfort each other.

Opening and closing the lips, praying silently.

It is in sharp contrast to the calm and calm expression of the eldest High Priest Uva in the center.

"Tap-tat-tat..."

The fierce-looking Mokwag led a group of men like wolves and tigers behind him, quickly walked up the high steps covered with mistletoe, and met the priestesses guarding the gate head-on.

The pirates glanced at the women with their fierce eyes, and they were all stunned.

What's going on? Why are there a group of priestesses blocking here?

"Stop whoever comes!" Uva shouted, the sharp voice was like a whip whipping on the person in the silent night. The invading robber's mind was buzzing and his steps stopped. "In the palace of the great goddess Freya, weapons are prohibited."

"If you want to worship inside, first throw your weapons into the grass beside the sacred stairs. This is the most basic respect for the goddess!"

There was no fear on the priestess's face, her thin body stood straight, her pale eyes emitted a light brighter than a torch, and the group of bandits below couldn't help but look at each other.

"Haha!" Mokwag seemed to have heard a big joke and grinned, showing a mouth of yellowed rotten teeth. "A group of young and beautiful priestesses stayed up late at night and were waiting at the door to have sex. Well? Entering the village at night to seduce men?"

"Shut up! You blasphemer!" A girl with gray hair tied into a ponytail took a step forward, walked out of the queue, pointed at Mokwager and screamed, "How dare you show up in the temple of the goddess Say such dirty words!"

"My name is Morkvarg. Remember this name. From now on, it will be spread throughout the Skellige Islands as a pioneer in overthrowing ignorance and superstition! As Skellige's Crown of Courage!"

Mokwag made a sword dance with the steel sword in his right hand, shook his head and said disdainfully,

"Stop pretending to be a ghost for me! If the Freya you are talking about really exists, let her show up, let her manifest, perform miracles, educate us ordinary people, and stop our next actions, otherwise..."

The man snorted coldly,

"Shut your mouth, take off your clothes, spread your legs, and I will make you happy before you die! Look at your eyebrows and straight thighs, are you still young? If you have never experienced the pleasure of a man, let me My brothers and I will civilize you with great mercy!"

Suddenly, a group of priests were angry and frightened, their faces turned red,

Uva's face remained unchanged, his eyes looked at the invading men one by one, his voice was firm as if he was telling the truth,

"Think about it, why do you think we are here when we should be resting? The goddess showed us your self-destruction."

The man caught by her gaze seemed to be burned by flames, and he couldn't help but bow his head respectfully.

"But the goddess Freya is kind. She knows that you are just blinded by temporary greed," her cold tone slightly changed, adding a bit more warmth, "the goddess is willing to give you a chance to change your ways."

"Just put down your weapons, enter the temple to worship and repent devoutly! Freya will forgive your sins, continue to bless the children of the sea, and your ship will continue to ride the wind and waves, invincible!"

Among the pirate team, Aina, the strong and bearded deputy, and several of his companions had excited expressions on their faces. They would pray to Freya before going out to sea to rob.

I never wanted to offend the goddess like I did tonight.

While speaking, Uva suddenly clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and lowered his head.

She was not seen praying or reciting any incantations.

A dazzling golden light suddenly lit up in front of the dim stone staircase, pouring out of her thin body and covering a certain man with a bandage on his face among the pirate team.

The man said "Ouch", scratched his cheek involuntarily, and pulled off the bandage.

Then the companion beside him exclaimed.

"Didn't you get disfigured by a knife just two days ago? Your scar has healed?"

Under the firelight, only a centipede-like scar was revealed from the corner of his left eye to his upper lip, and light pink new flesh had already grown.

Dozens of pirates all looked surprised. As ordinary people with low status who did not belong to the seven major families, they had only heard of the magical skills of Priestess Freya, but they had never had the chance or the chance to do so. It's an honor to witness the healing magic of a high priest.

When injured, the most you can do is put a bandage on it and add some ground herbs.

Seeing this miraculous scene, some people began to relax, and their grip on the ax and sword slowly relaxed.

"Shut up and stop confusing people with your monstrous words! As the birthplace of faith, Indarsfell Island, as the high priest of Freya's goddess, you only know how to fool people with healing techniques?"

On the other hand, Mokwag smiled ferociously, his eyes slowly scanning the faces of the priestesses, but he was not in a hurry,

"What kind of divine power is this? If Freya has a spirit, let her strike me with lightning and burn me to ashes...can she do it?"

Uva takes a step closer to the vicious pirates,

"God Freya is the mother of everyone in Skellige. A mother will never harm her children until the last step. She is more willing to give you care and love. So I show you the magic of healing."

"But if you continue to be stubborn and dare to offend Freya's majesty!"

Her voice is like thunder, and her eyes are shining with golden light,

"Then be careful, your voyage will be full of reefs and storms, your dragon ship will be haunted by nightmare ghosts, night after night, you will be covered with blood and sin...disease and loneliness will accompany you for life...you-"

"Pfft!"

Mokwag suddenly lunged forward, holding a long steel sword tightly with both hands, penetrating her soft abdomen and pushing her up in the air, like holding a barbecue spit to serve shrimp.

Uva suddenly groaned, and the blood gushing out from his abdomen dyed the white sacrificial robe red and stained the sacred wall.

She hunched over in mid-air, her bulging eyes widening.

"Haha! Brothers, look clearly, this is the priest of the gods!" Mokwag turned around and laughed maniacally at his men, "Magic, faith, dogma - sad and ridiculous, I gave her a chance , made her talk so much nonsense!"

"But have you seen it? What's going on? It doesn't work at all. Nothing can compare to a gentle poke from the steel sword in our hands!"

"Ridiculous Freya! So vulnerable, if she were a god!" The pirate grinned a cruel and indifferent smile, and the firelight projected his figure onto the temple wall, making him look as ferocious as a demon , "Then tonight, let me, Mokwag, kill the gods!"

"Kill them all!"

"Kill!" A group of pirates were stimulated by the blood, and the ferocious energy in their chests was suddenly aroused. They pulled out their long swords and axes, and pounced like wolves and tigers on the delicate and sheep-like people at the gate of the temple. Girls.

Some girls were so frightened that they stood motionless. Then they were hugged by the fierce pirates, carried on their shoulders, and put into the big bed!

Some of them knelt down and prayed in a daze, their white robes being torn by sharp blades and blood spraying out.

Some were so frightened by the dazzling swords that they collapsed, yelled and turned around and rushed into the temple garden. Several men grinned ferociously and followed closely, playing hide-and-seek!

"Shua——"

The sword fell to the ground, and Mokwag stepped on the soft abdomen of Priest Uva with his right foot, watching her spit out blood.

The priestess pointed a trembling finger at Morkvarg.

The voice is dying and intermittent~IndoMTL.com~Freya..."

"The Most High Mother..."

"Goddess Oracle..."

"Protector..."

"Curse you!"

"The blasphemous will be clothed in animal skins!"

"Eternal destruction!"

The legendary pirate of Skellige laughed nonchalantly and wiped her neck with his sword, ending her curse.

Behind Mokwag, among the few people who did not take action, Deputy Dona glanced at the body of the priestess with compassion, turned to the captain, struggle flashed in his eyes, and quietly touched the next piece of cotton armor. Wolf fang necklace!

"What are you waiting for, rush with me!"

"Destroy this temple!"