The young Death Knight didn't take the bowl immediately, he folded his hands inward, propped his knees, and saluted Merdrey respectfully. Then he removed his armor, removing the close-fitting chain mail and cotton lining, until his muscular upper body was exposed to the air at minus tens of degrees Celsius. The cold began to scorch his body almost simultaneously, but the young black knight only knelt in silence, taking the bowl with his right hand and the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and the two men completed a solemn handover. Then Sekabo held the bowl and watched as the frost-white wildfire spread across his angular muscles. His lips turned blue and then a strange purple, as the goddess of death was greedily asking for kisses from him. The light in the Death Knight's eyes dimmed, and in his dilated and stiff pupils, the flame of life was extinguished. Just as Sekcab was about to reach the other side of his life, Meldra bowed his head slightly, and with the last of his strength he brought the wooden bowl to his lips, but that was the limit of his return. Sekabo could no longer pour the blood from the bowl into his mouth, and even lowered his head to sip it was a luxury.

Meldra lifted his withered fingers and gently lifted Secab's wrist, the wooden bowl tilted slightly under the external force, the edge of which pressed against Secab's chapped lips, the warm and thick blood quickly soaked his stiff lips into a slit, Secab swallowed the blood that leaked into his mouth, and finally his mouth opened completely, and drank the blood in the wooden bowl.

The bowl fell to the snow, and Sekabo let out a howl of pain, and he stood up, tearing at his flesh frantically. He should have been on the verge of freezing to death, but at this moment the signs of life returned to him in a terrifying posture! The frostbitten skin was peeled off by Secab in patches, the nails dug deep into the pale tendons beneath it, plowing out brutal scars, the blood vessels were severed, and the red blood flowed along the lines of the body, as if a bubbling red stream was running through the cracks of the rocks, covering the upper half of Secaber's body under some inexplicable traction, and a thick layer of blood flowed from the bottom to the surface of Secaber's facial features.

The heat radiated from the Death Knight's body in all directions, distorting the air around him and melting the snow beneath his feet. Covered in blood, Sekabo stood in the muddy soil and screamed with his head high, but he couldn't hear much pain anymore, but seemed to be ravaging his vocal cords unscrupulously, venting the most tyrannical desires through his throat! The roar grew louder and louder, like a blunt knife slowly sharpening its blade on the whetstone, and the cold light of the primordial wildness gradually refracted and overflowed from the deepest part of the soul through the layers of human nature.

The flames burned in the deepest part of Secab's pupils, his wide open mouth suddenly retracted and turned upward, and the air flow passed through the extremely narrow vibrating sound cords, and a sharp whistling sound rose into the sky, only to stop abruptly in the next second—Meldr picked up the long sword with the tip of the sword covered in black liquid, and pierced through Secab's left chest with force!

Black spring water blows out from crimson magma! The black and red liquid was like two intertwined snakes, using Secab's body as a battlefield to bite each other, devour each other, and finally merge with each other, flowing into dark red vortices. The water at Secab's feet was boiling, and a misty mist hung around the Death Knight's body, through which only a frozen statue could be seen. Then the mist lifted, and a thick layer of black-red blood scabs knotted on Secab's body, like a huge cocoon wrapped around him.

The man sat on the ground, holding the giant wolf and silently watching it all. At some point, the strong men in white wolf skins came out of the forest and stood behind the men without a word, while in the depths of the dragon's tooth pine, people in gray and white leather armor were nervously peeking here, thousands of gray shadows flickering between the trees.

"The flower of the abyss blooms from the cocoon of wolf blood, and the blessed and cursed child sits among the stamens, holding the weight of chaos in his left hand and the minions of destruction in his right hand." The hot mist poured down on Meldere's dry face, sweat already covering his forehead, and it was hard to imagine that there was still moisture to be squeezed out of the rotten wood-like skin. Still holding the hilt of his sword tightly, he whispered an ancient prayer before slowly drawing his sword from Sekabe's left chest.

He drew only half of the mottled and twisted blade.

"Click", "click", "click", a crisp crack sounded in succession, and the irregular cracks spread quickly along the gap drawn by the long sword to all parts of the "sculpture's" body, and in an instant, a whole shocking crack was entrenched on the already coagulated blood scab. Disintegrating was almost a natural occurrence, and the black-and-red pieces fell to the ground one after another, revealing a body of flesh and white.

That's Sekaba, but that's not Secaber. The appearance of the Death Knight at this moment is like a hand-drawn human muscle model by a medical scholar in the Royal Academy, which has lost the cover of the outermost skin sac, and only the knotted red and white muscles are brutally exposed to the air, and the flow of blood under the muscle layer can even be directly observed with the naked eye. He condescended to Meldere, but there were no whites of his eyes in his sockets, no pupils, only a discrete blackness.

"When you stare into the abyss," Meldré raised his head to meet Secab's voice, his voice low.

"The abyss is staring at you, too." Sekabo's voice was extremely hoarse, because his vocal cords were broken, "Teacher, I made it. ”

"Take your army and meet your enemies." Meldrey calmly ordered, "Sacrifice the flesh and blood of sinners to the goddess, and the more bones in the pool of blood, the more the goddess will rejoice." ”

Secabo nodded, strode past Meldere, and raised his right hand in the air, clenched into a fist. There was no specific instruction, but the strong man in the white wolf's skin had spontaneously followed him, and then the gray-white tide poured out of the forest, and the sound of dense footsteps rattled in the snow, squirming, squirming, the sound of snow being repeatedly crushed and crushed. The man sat down, tens of thousands of legs swept in front of him, and all he did was quietly watch the ant-like army drift away.

"It's time for us to leave for Poimru, Your Majesty." Meldra walked up to the man and whispered, "The siege force should be doing their best to drain the defenders, but the gates of Boimbru still need you to push them open. ”

"Then let's go, I hope the monster you created won't disappoint me."

'Sekabo has never let me down and I'm sure he will be able to buy us plenty of time to get Poynbour.' Meldrey smiled.