Hearing this, the crowd became riotous again, and countless whispers and exchanges of words filled everyone's faces with fear and uneasiness about that terrible future.

The sturdy man at the head was stunned, although he did not have enough wisdom to understand what kind of world they would usher in after the sun disappeared, but the riots of the past few days alone were enough to make him understand what a terrible thing the sun's disappearance would be, but what if the sun disappeared forever......

He couldn't imagine it, and he didn't dare to imagine it.

"That'...... We ......"

He screamed, not even knowing what to say.

The prophetess was silent, and she, who seemed to know everything on a daily basis, was now in a state of dazed helplessness. But, after pondering for a long time, she said in a low tone as if she had made a decision.

"Sacrifice. ”

"Sacrifice?"

The prophetess glanced at the sturdy man beside her, the leader of the nearby clan with a look of confusion and confusion on her face, and she said in a deep voice.

"Sacrifice to this mighty being, with our cattle and sheep, with our slaves, with all our wealth, to beg for mercy from this mighty being. ”

The sturdy man pondered for a moment and hesitated.

"That's ...... Can you get that Being to give us back the sun......"

"I don't know. ”

The prophetess shook her head solemnly.

"But we don't have much other choice. ”

The sturdy man pondered for a long time, then nodded, and then bowed respectfully to the old woman, and the other men and women followed closely and bowed to the old woman, and then the sturdy man stood up, pushed open the wooden door, and led everyone away.

The prophetess watched silently as everyone left in front of her, and no one knew what was going on in her heart.

It wasn't until everyone completely disappeared from her sight for a long time that she raised her head, looked at the night sky where the bright moon hung high, and muttered.

"God Odin...... It's all because of what's going on. ”

......

The moon had set, the sun had not risen, and the whole world was plunged into deep darkness, and I wonder how many people were plunged into lamentation and sorrow.

And after a long and torturous darkness, the eighth moon finally rose.

By the faint light of the moon, beside the prophetess's house, a large number of adult men and women had gathered at some point, many of whom were still holding their cattle, and in the middle of the night, the cows mooed one after another, and could not be quiet for a moment, as lively as a bazaar.

The sturdy man, with the battle axe in his hand, was waiting solemnly outside the prophetess's house, and before long the squeak of wood rubbing against it sounded.

"Squeak......

Pushing open the door, the prophetess looked at the many men and women standing outside the door, the oxen they were holding in their hands, and the sturdy men waiting outside the door, and she said in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Are you all ready? ”

"Ready. ”

The sturdy man said respectfully.

The prophetess nodded, and then she walked past the able-bodied man, followed by a multitude of men and women, including the able-bodied man.

It wasn't until she reached an altar not far from the mountain village that she stopped, and everyone behind her also stopped, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

The prophetess approached the altar, and under her gaze, the altar, which was made of a whole monolith, only the top was smoothed and could be used for holding things, looked nothing special, but the dried black blood on the top of the altar seemed to warn people that this altar was not simple.

The prophetess took a deep breath, then exhaled a long breath, trying to suppress some of the uneasiness in her heart, and then she raised her hand and waved it behind her, and several men had already stepped forward with a bull in their hands.

"Moo~"

Several strong Norse people held the bull down in unison and forcibly tied it to the altar, feeling the danger and uneasiness of the bull tried to struggle and resist, and let out a mournful sound, however, the strength of the Norse was obviously terrifying, even if the bull tried desperately to struggle, but in front of these Norse, he could not move at all, and could only be tied to the altar, forced to show his smooth and shiny belly fur.

The prophetess pressed her left hand against the bull's exposed abdomen and stroked it gently to soothe the panicked bull, and with her old and shriveled right hand, she slowly pulled out a delicately crafted gold-encrusted knife from her waist.

"Zla......"

In the sound of fine metal, under the illumination of the moonlight, this gold-inlaid knife with extremely fine workmanship reflected a little bit of coldness.

While the prophetess whispered something in a jerky language, her thin left hand gently stroked the bull's belly to soothe the bull's panic, while on the other hand, the gold-encrusted knife held in her right hand was quietly approaching the bull's heart.

The prophetess was so skilled in dissection that she had performed sacrifices like this hundreds of times, and she knew exactly how to get past the ribs and bones that were in the way, and hit a bull in the heart with a single blow.

But unexpectedly...... She didn't do that.

Her movements stopped.

The bull lay on his side on the altar, and his panicked struggle gradually began to become quiet under the comfort of the prophetess, unaware that his death was near.

The old prophetess stared at the bull in front of her, her pupils dim.

It is easy to kill a bull, but it is difficult to perform a qualified sacrifice...... Even dangerous.

In this era, all kinds of powerful monsters emerge in an endless stream, in order to defend against these monsters, the Norse people often take the form of sacrifices, sacrifice to those monsters, if the monsters are satisfied, they will not come to disturb the village at will.

If you are lucky, you can even let some monsters become the guardians of this village from now on, protecting the safety of this village until death.

And this is often the obligation of witches and prophetesses.

On the one hand, they communicate with gods and elves, and on the other hand, they dominate sacrifices and appease monsters, and the status of these women is naturally not high, so that even if they have no combat power of their own, they are enough to make the clan leaders who are in charge of dozens of large and small villages within a dozen miles in the vicinity also be in awe of them.

However, if the sacrifice fails and the monster is not satisfied, it is often the result of the monster's madness, and it is the turn of the clan leader and the warriors to kill the monster.

And this time the sacrifice is undoubtedly dangerous, if it fails...... The consequences are unpredictable.

But the absence of the sun, even for a few days, was enough for the clan to feel the dire consequences.

Cold, unlit, gradually damp houses, under the cover of darkness, become more dangerous wilderness......

If no action is taken, the clan will be finished, so even if she takes a risk, the prophetess can only grit her teeth and go on.

However, when it came to the end, the strong sense of pressure was still a little overwhelming for the experienced her.

"How to sacrifice ......?"

The prophetess's gaze shifted, and she hesitated in her hand holding the gold-encrusted knife.

......

"Moo~"

On the altar, the bull neighed a little uneasily, and after panicking, after realizing that he could not break free from the rope, the bull gradually gave up resistance and settled down a little, and then, in the midst of its blank gaze, the prophetess pressed the fur of its abdomen with her left hand, clenched the gold-encrusted knife with a cold glow in her right hand, and began to chant something in a low voice, and then the wrist of her right hand ......

Sudden force!

"Poof!"

The sound of leather tearing suddenly sounded, and the bull's huge pupils were filled with fear, and the intense pain coming from his abdomen made it frantically try to struggle.

"Moo!!"

It screamed frantically, its limbs desperately trying to struggle, its body trembling wildly, but the arm that seemed to be thin and withered in normal times was now as hard as steel, holding the bull so hard that it could not move.

The gold-encrusted knife did not stop after stabbing into the belly of the bull, but began to violently try to cut open the bull's belly, and its rough technique was not at all like the previous sacrifice method, which was neat and neat, and the bull would stop moving after inserting it into the heart, but as if it was deliberately making the bull feel intense pain and torture.

The sharp blade was deeply inserted into the bull's body, slicing all the way down from the bull's chest, gradually exposing all kinds of fresh internal organs wrapped in soft fur, but even so, the bull that was deliberately avoided from the vital parts still did not die, but the strength of the struggle was rapidly weakening and disappearing.

And when the whole belly is almost completely slashed open, the whole bull is left with a barely breathing life, exhaling less than inhaling, and the raw breath of the bull is gradually fading in the transparent amber pure bull's eyes.

At this time, the prophetess's mouth did not stop, and she kept chanting something, and with her right hand she placed the gilded knife in her hand on the side of the altar, and then her two hands ran down her open belly towards the bull's body.

There is no doubt that this direct touch to the internal organs will naturally cause the bull great pain, however, at this moment, it can no longer make any resistance movements, only the huge pupils that have not completely lost their vitality, and the slight tremor can still show that the bull is not completely insensitive at the moment.

And when the prophetess finally felt what she wanted in the bull's body, she simply pulled it violently......

"Flutter !!"

Much more viscous plasma than when a bull was disemboweled, gushed out, splashing the prophetess's body with bright red blood.

And only then did the bull's pupils completely freeze, and there was a dead silence.

But the prophetess did not care about this, and she did not pay any attention to the blood on her body, but took her hands, stained with blood and internal organs, out of the bull's belly, and then knelt down before the altar, holding up what she was holding in her hands high to the sky.

Under the moonlight spread by the moon, a heart that was still beating was covered with a layer of silver, which was particularly eye-catching, indescribably evil.

And the prophetess's face was full of solemnity, and her mouth was still chanting the strange and obscure words:

"A powerful and intelligent being, a lowly mortal who is here to offer you a sacrifice......"