The Grand Chief of Mecklenburg was lying on the sickbed and dying, pneumonia had tormented him for most of the year, but the Great Chief of Mecklenburg was still lying on the sickbed, accompanied by a violent cough, the phlegm in his throat made a whirring sound, and the priests of Lomwa tried all kinds of methods, including prayers, herbs and even blood sacrifices, could not alleviate the little pain of the Great Chief, but only tortured this body like a broken candle.

"Is my father okay?" The youngest son of the Great Chief of Mecklenburg, Kang Tuoyi, pushed open the door and walked into this room filled with the smell of all kinds of herbs and blood, he had brown-red unkempt hair, and his beard was also brownish-red, he was dressed in the traditional linen costume of the West Slavs, and was draped in a green shawl, he approached the side of the Great Chief of Mecklenburg, looking at the thin Great Chief lying on the bed, he could not imagine that this person who used to be able to fight with dogs and bears with his bare hands could now only lie helplessly on the sickbed and wait for death.

"We can only pray for the blessing of the gods, after all, mortals must die." The priest tried to comfort the son of the great chief, who was now unable to rule over his vast territory due to illness, while his three sons were fighting with each other, and while the chief was lying on his sickbed, only the younger son came to visit, and the other two sons were only concerned with winning over the vassals in an attempt to gain the rule of the next great chief.

"He is not a mortal, he is the ruler of the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg, he is your sovereign, he built you the temple of Liphichen and gave you the land there, but now you do nothing and let your sovereign rot and die." Kang Tuoyi roared angrily at Priest Lomwa. He was angry at the growing decay of the Grand Chieftaincy, at the inaction of the gods. He was even more angry at his own incompetence.

"Watch your words, you're not the Great Chief yet. Even the Great Chief can't be disrespectful to the gods, we are all servants of the gods, and if the gods need us to die, then we can only face it calmly. "The priests of Lomwa were a little unhappy with Kang Tuoyi's accusations, they had exhausted all means, and if they could not restore the high chieftain to health, they would have to resign themselves to fate.

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Kang Tuoyi looked at the displeased Priest Lomwa, suppressed the anger in his heart and apologized. These priests have a high status among their own people, and are basically the spokesmen of the gods on the ground, even the great chiefs have to give them three points, if they offend them, not only will they not have a chance to be the great chiefs for life, but their lives may be threatened.

"We understand your feelings, go and make a blood sacrifice, and wash away the sins of the Great Chief with noble blood, so as to appease the wrath of the gods and make them take back the messenger of the disease." Priest Lomwa suggested to Kang Tuoyi. The use of slave blood as human sacrifice is a polytheistic tradition, and it is widely believed that the nobler the slave used, the more likely it is to please the gods.

"Yes, I'll do it." Kang Tuoyi glanced at his father on the bed, turned and left. He walked down the hallway, hesitating to make another sacrifice, and he stopped near the tower window, through the wooden lattice window. What catches the eye is an altar built in the open space of the tower with a wooden stake on it. The stakes were purple red with blood, and the slaves passed through the altar with their heads bowed as they passed. Didn't even have the courage to look at it.

"What? Is there going to be a sacrifice again? A voice came from behind Kang Tuoyi, and Kang Tuoyi didn't even have to look back to know that it was his brother Momis.

"Yes, the priests hope that this will appease the wrath of the gods." Kang Tuoyi turned to see his brother Momis standing in front of him, wearing a bearskin hat and a gorgeous costume, a shawl made of red wool from the Western countries, with gold threads on the edges, and all kinds of beautiful gems set in the sword at his waist.

"Anger? So who angered the gods, was the Father? Or who among us? Momis pursed his lips, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to support his brother's shoulder, and said to Kang Tuoyi in a friendly manner.

"The will of the gods is elusive, my big brother." Kang Tuoyi knew that the eldest brother loved vanity, but he was indecisive and often bluffed, but when he really faced the enemy, he had no master, and his reputation was not as good as that of the cunning second brother Billis, which made the nominal first heir like a pins and needles, after all, the Grand Chieftain of Mecklenburg used the competitive succession method, and only the strongest son could obtain the throne of the Great Chief.

"Well, don't go around in circles, my little brother, we all know that Daupelisi covets my position, and therefore has been invading my territory so often lately, and I have tried very patiently to reason with him, but my patience has been regarded as weakness by him, so I think it is necessary to end this situation as soon as possible." Momis has been very troubled by the frequent provocations launched by the second child recently, and he carefully weighs his strength, which is difficult to fight in terms of both military and prestige, so he wants to enlist the support of Kang Tuoyi, who has remained neutral so far.

"I will tell Bilis, please exercise restraint, after all, our father's life is still in the hands of the gods, and any dispute may further anger the gods." Wishing not to cause turmoil in his territory due to the struggle for power between his two stupid brothers, Kang Tuoyi decided to propose peace talks to Bilis, and only peace talks in the presence of the gods could put an end to all these fearless disputes.

"Very good, I'm glad you can be on my side, rest assured, once I become the Great Chief, I will hand over to you the most fertile land in the entire principality, and appoint you as a horse trainer and in charge of the principality's horses." When Momis heard Kang Tuoyi's promise, he patted his younger brother on the shoulder very happily, and didn't want to stuff all kinds of promises to Kang Tuoyi.

"I'd love to thank you for your kindness, but my eldest brother, our father is still alive." Kang Tuoyi looked at the impatient big brother in front of him, frowned, and reminded him.

"Oh, hehe, I'm just saying future, future." Momis smiled awkwardly, and felt that he was a little impatient, but anyone knew that the Great Chief of the Dao Dao could no longer survive the arrival of winter.

"If nothing happens, I'm going to pick slaves and sacrifice for my father's health." Kang Tuoyi turned to leave, tired of dealing with his eldest brother and annoyed at their complete disregard for his father's health.

"Wait a moment, my little brother, if I'm not mistaken, the priests let you go to a slave of noble blood to sacrifice, there is no such slave in my father's castle." Momis stopped Kang Tuoyi's steps, and he let his men bring a strong slave, who had been tested by chains, but there was an unruly look between his eyebrows.

"What is this?" Kang Tuoyi asked Momis curiously.

"A Catholic knight attempting to invade my territory." Momis shrugged his shoulders and said to Contoyi that every year there are stupid Catholic knights who try to attack their territory, and of course these people are much smaller than the West Slavs, and of course such reckless actions often end in failure, but this stubborn behavior is not very annoying to the West Slavs.

"Are you a nobleman?" Kang Tuoyi didn't want to send the wrong sacrifice, he asked the prisoner.

"Of course, I am Sir Vernon, the son of Baron George, and you heretics quickly surrender to the only Lord of Heaven, or the wrath of the Lord will fall on you." Sir Vernon's armor and weapons had long since been disarmed, and he was wearing only a linen shirt, but under the power of faith, he spoke in an arrogant and confident voice as if he were wearing invisible armor.

"These Catholics are not crazy." Momis laughed as if he were a jester, he had intended to make fun of this lovely knight as his court jester, but it was also worth it to please his brother.

"Incomprehensible." Kang Tuoyi also couldn't understand the knight's thoughts, if he was captured and had to be sacrificed, he would definitely beg the gods to save his life, but when the Catholic knight in front of him heard that he was going to sacrifice with his own blood, he was not afraid but excited, as if this was the best thing in the world.

"Martyrdom, oh yes, my soul will be sublimated, and I will be a proud martyr." The Knight of Vene knelt in front of the beheading stake, and he looked at his slaves and the Sigoslavs under the altar with pity, and said in a high-pitched voice, with a strange smile on his face.

"Maniac." Kang Tuoyi held a long-handled axe in his hand, he looked at the Buddha knight kneeling in front of him, unable to understand what the smile on his face was, Kang Tuoyi knew that there were fanatical Lomwa believers who believed that self-sacrifice could make themselves the guests of the gods, but the knight in front of him was obviously not a Lomwa believer, but he was not afraid of sacrifice.

"Do~~~ poof." Kang Tuoyi raised the axe in his hand, the axe was sharpened very sharp, aimed at the back of the neck of the Buddha knight, and slashed over, this was not the first time he sacrificed to the gods, the action was quick and accurate, only the sound of an axe slashing the bone, hot blood rushed to Kang Tuoyi's face, the knight's head fell from the body and rolled down, but his hands were clenched, maintaining a posture of prayer.

"It tastes like any other slave." Kang Tuoyi stretched out his tongue and licked it, feeling that the blood of the so-called noble was nothing more than that, could this really save the life of the Great Chief? (To be continued......)