The ways of blood sacrifice are also diverse.

The simplest and most brutal thing is, of course, an indiscriminate massacre, using blood and death to please the gods, and it is natural that the evil gods will do so, and Lu En didn't mind doing so before.

But after working with Moren, he has more options.

Blood sacrifices can be both flesh and blood, full of madness and death, but also magnificent, solemn and mighty grand sacrifices, including but not limited to prisoner sacrifices, gladiatorial battles in front of the gods and other ceremonies.

Some extreme customs even allow two prestigious warriors to fight each other during the sacrifice and honor death as a form of blood sacrifice.

Although Lu En does not have such a background now, it does not prevent him from tending to make the blood sacrifice ritual formal.

The time of the blood sacrifice was set for the evening, which was in line with Luen's requirement to hurry as soon as possible, and at the same time, it also took into account the impatience in Moron's heart, and more importantly, he did not prepare food and shelter for these purchased creatures at all, and if he waited for another day, death events might start to appear.

Greased torches were planted at the edge of the clearing, and if you look at it from above, you will see that the area where the ceremony is located is an extremely standard circle.

The cage was opened, and the creatures inside were released, including most half-human-tall gravel rats, some green-skinned monkey-like creatures, and even a small number of elves!

These were purchased by the standards of slaves, so they got what they paid for, and there were very few able-bodied ones, and even the elves seemed to be missing arms and legs, mostly young or old, but there were no humans.

In fact, putting aside the racial factor, Lu En admits that humans are relatively high-quality blood sacrifice objects, but elves and humans have a deep blood feud, especially under the lessons of history, humans are removed from the scope of slavery, and any elf meets humans, there is only one result, either you die or I die.

On the contrary, on the human side, there are many elf slaves, mainly young and beautiful female elves, and the reason is naturally needless to say.

Fierce beasts surrounded the protection, and Luen, who glowed green on his antlers, walked out of the jungle, and Moron had already met him with his guards.

"Lord Druid, everything is ready!"

The young elven spellcaster's eyes seemed to be flashing with something as hot as flames, and even his breathing was much heavier, while the elven warriors beside him looked at Luan vigilantly, especially Canreus.

If it were possible, he hoped that he would be able to cut off the head of the strange elf with a single sword and bring Moren to his senses, but looking at the giant beasts around Lu En, and the vigilance that rose from the bottom of his heart, he had to give up this plan.

He knew that if he dared to make a move, he would not be the enemy in front of him, and even the object of his allegiance would not hesitate to attack him, which also made him hate Lu En even more.

Countless wealth and resources have been exchanged for these slaves, and the purpose of the exchange is to kill them all, to carry out a so-called blood sacrifice, is there anything more absurd in the world?

Canreth didn't believe a single punctuation mark of what Luan said, but he couldn't stop Moron from believing the liar in front of him.

"Your Excellency, history will remember your exploits, and the end of the eternal war will begin on this night!"

Lu En glanced at it, and all he saw was doubt and doubt, even Morun, who seemed to be convinced, was actually apprehensive in his heart, even more suspicious than anyone else.

This is a gamble, and Moron has been dazzled by the results of his success, unwilling or even forcing himself not to think about the consequences of failure, so he hypnotizes himself, as if he is more certain than Luen, the blood sacrifice ritual will be successful.

It's easy to make a person lose their minds, as long as the benefit is big enough, and the price can be afforded.

Moren should be glad that he met Luen, and if it were anyone else, his spirituality and even flesh and blood might have been predetermined by some evil god.

In countless worlds, the creatures that perform blood rituals are like crucians crossing the river, and the number of successful cases is even rarer than the number of gods.

"It's better to be so, otherwise the price of deceiving the Tirehir family will never be something you can afford!"

The elven warrior Canreth suddenly spoke coldly, and then turned around and knelt down on one knee in front of Moron: "I'm very sorry, Your Excellency, for the honor of the Tirihir family, I secretly informed your mother, Your Excellency Caroline, that she should be on her way by now!"

"Canreis, how dare you?!"

The spellcaster was instantly furious, but saw that Lu En shook his head: "Okay, Lord Moron, it's just more witnesses, let's start as soon as possible!"

Luen's spirituality is so sharp and powerful, Morun's superficial anger can't hide from him at all, but he doesn't want to dwell on it anymore, no matter what kind of plan Moren has, in the face of absolute power, everything is just floating clouds.

It's just that at the moment when Canreth said the news, Lu En suddenly felt a sense of imminent danger from the depths of his spirit, which made him secretly surprised.

"It seems that there is some kind of power that secretly blocks my perception?"

Before this, Lu En's spirituality had not given the slightest warning, but now, the warning signs had risen in his heart like a tide, as if after tearing a curtain open, he realized that danger was close at hand!

However, Lu En did not have any panic because of this, because the panic at this time was useless, the blood sacrifice ritual was already ready, only the east wind was owed, even if he left decisively now, but the other party could block his perception for the first time, he would naturally be able to block the second time, and his situation would only become more and more dangerous.

"The Primordial Sect, sure enough, there are two brushes, now let's see who is faster!"

Lu En's eyes narrowed slightly, ignoring Morun's explanation, and instead walked straight forward, standing in the center of the ritual area, on an altar specially prepared for him.

In the depths of his spirituality, that wisp of demigod consciousness is the most important pointing sign of the blood sacrifice, more than any so-called sacrifice, or divine thing.

Even if you fail, it's just a loss of consciousness, and the barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes, but now, Lu En is the barefoot one, of course, at any time, success is much better than failure.

"Let's go!"

As Lu En stood in the central area, two elven warriors, numerous gravel rats and other creatures appeared in the ten gaps in the outer lines, and the suspicious queue formed long snakes, and countless ferocious beasts came out of the jungle and lay prone to the side.

Some kind of dry plant was put into the campfire, emitting a large puff of smoke to envelop the whole field, and all the creatures that inhaled it instantly felt that their consciousness was a little blurred, but the elves had wet wipes wrapped around their faces, and most of the beasts woke up with a shake of their heads.

"Blood Sacrifice Ritual, Begin!"

By the campfire, Moron's heart pounded as he gritted his teeth and declared it categorically.

Lu En has no way out, he actually has no either, he was originally exiled, if he fails this time, he will definitely become the laughing stock of other elves, and his father, who regards honor as his life, will directly expel him from the family and take back his surname!

What awaits him in the end will be a tragic end, the powerful spellcaster family Tirehir will not allow a member who has tarnished the family's reputation to exist!

It was only at this time that strong regret swelled in Moron's heart, but to no avail, he had already followed Lu En on a path that would lead to success if he did not succeed.

With his mother arrived, it may be the honor of success, but it may also be dark news!

Bang!

With Morun's order, the elven warriors drew their long swords one after another, mercilessly wiping the throats of those slaves, and bright red blood gushed out, instantly following the lines on the ground, and began to flow in a hurry.

The moon rises and shines brightly, but it also seems to have a rich color of blood.