"What the hell are you talking about!" Baghasa was confused, and frantically tore open the rudimentary leather armor on his chest, and several black blood spots were impressive, and they were in a black, semi-coagulated state.

Seeing that Lom's pupils were dilated and his speech was slurred, it was obvious that he was seriously injured. Bagassa roared, "Send it to Elder Molik! Pray for the gift of the Cradle of Blood, we must know what happened!"

"Yes, Boss!"

In the center of the orc's makeshift camp, a circular bunker half-buried under the ground was built with stones, and with the support of the orc warriors, it descended the stairs.

The flickering torches, in the gloomy bunker, reflected a rickety black shadow, holding a scepter in his hand, turned his back to the entrance, and uttered a prayer of unknown meaning: "Ki-tuo-les, aku-bangge-nalisaer!wahgha!"

The ferocity on Bagasa's face dissipated and became respectful. This language of unknown meaning is the language of divine blood that only orc elders can be qualified to learn, and can be revealed by the Devourer of Flesh.

The Blood Whispering Ritual means that the Elders are communicating with the Ancestors. Anyone who interrupts the ceremony will be spurned by the ancestors.

Elder Morik prayed intently, his body wrapped in animal skin, glowing a dim red light.

Directly in front of him, a pool of stones was filled with blood that smelled of blood. The blood was pregnant with a large ugly and bloated lump of flesh, the shape of which was twisted, and the translucent epidermis was covered with huge protrusions, constantly erecting like a heart.

“katerrrsi！——ali！”

At the end of the prayer, Elder Morik slowly turned around with a bone staff, and his scarlet eyes looked very mysterious in the darkness, "Warrior Bagassa, Spirit of the Ancestors, feel humiliated. Camuro's soul was abandoned by his ancestors. They will not return, and failure is their grave. ”

"His settlement is destroyed. Bagassa spoke in a low tone, "I will receive his people." Elder Molik, we need the blessing of the Cradle of Blood. ”

"I noticed!" Morik hunched over and stepped out of the shadows, his gaze falling on the dying Lom, his bone staff on his forehead, and gently closing his eyes, "Fear, retreat." Your heart is full of cowardice. The glory of the warrior no longer exists!"

Even Lom, who was on the verge of death, shuddered violently, his eyes were full of horror, a cowardly warrior, destined to be spit on by his companions, abandoned by his ancestors.

This is the greatest shame of life for orcs!

"We have to know what happened to him. Elder Morric. "Bagassa feels the seriousness of the matter, and the people who are qualified to act as scouts are all carefully selected fighters, what can make them so afraid?

"Don't worry, warrior. Elder Morric picked up a mottled and yellowed human skull from the stone in front of the blood pool, whispered a few words to the flesh that was beating in the blood pool with his scepter, and then used the spikes on the bone staff to pierce a nodules, and scarlet blood instantly spurted into the skull.

"Thank you for the blessed blood of the cradle of blood. Drink, coward, and perhaps your confession is also your last word. ”

That blood had a unique healing effect, and after being poured into his mouth, Lom's pupils began to focus, and the wounds on his body were healing on their own.

Soon, he was able to stand on his own and seemed to be mentally normal.

But the orcs around him looked at them with undisguised disdain. With no happy look on his face, Lom fell to his knees with a puff, and began to tell the story of the strange behavior they had discovered humans.

Finally, a thunderous bang exploded in my ears. By the time I came to my senses, Gluck was torn apart, and Kautke and the others were all in a blur of flesh and blood. ”

"What the hell is that!" Bagasa was a little furious, and until he finished speaking, Lom didn't describe what had happened, "What happened to you?"

"There was nothing but stones and shrubs. No one, nothing. Just then, with a loud bang, everyone died. ”

"Damn!" Bagasa kicked Lom over, "what the hell are you talking about? What thunder, did you get a lightning strike?"

"No, it's not thunder from the sky. It's the thunder on the ground, the thunder around you. Boss, believe me, I feel recovered now, I'm not cowardly, I'm going to be brave......"

"Fuck off! ”

"Calm down, Bagasa. Elder Molik seemed to realize something, and said slowly, "Maybe he didn't lie, those cunning humans must have set some trap." Witchcraft Trap!"

"Witchcraft traps?"

"The despicable methods of the alien gods!" Elder Morric said hoarsely, "but don't be afraid. Warriors of the fathers, the alien gods are weak, vile, and glorious. In the face of the protection of the ancestors, his strength is not worth mentioning! The third blood dinosaur is about to be born. We will sweep away everything with absolute strength and sacrifice the sweetest flesh and blood for our ancestors. ”

"I feel that the power of the ancestors is getting stronger and stronger. More blood warriors are about to be born. The cradle of blood, the offspring it nurtures, will soon be able to pick up a sharp axe and become excellent warriors. ”

"I will personally go to the front line and verify the despicable methods of humanity. Elder Morric, please grant me the skull of the dead, and we will expose these witchcraft traps. ”

"We need a drowning man......" Morrick laughed grimly.

Lom, who collapsed on the ground, looked frightened, and suddenly, he began to convulse, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth. That cup of bountiful blood did heal his wounds.

However, the rusty fragments were still in his internal organs. With the peristalsis of the organs, a secondary fragmentation is formed.

"Ah......h

The pain of a knife stirring inside him made him howl.

But in the eyes of the orcs, this is a sign of fear, even more contempt. Bagassa glanced at him coldly, "A coward is the perfect drowning man." ”

"No, Boss, don't ...... like that"

The two orc warriors beside him picked Lom up from the ground and dragged him to the edge of the blood pool, pressing his head into the blood pool at the nod of Molik.

Puff ......

Puff ......

The blood bubbles boiled, and Elder Morric raised his bone staff, reciting the words of the blood of the gods again. The pieces of meat in the pool were beating more actively.

Soon, Lom lost his voice.

......

Press-fired mines, with a small charge, require 30 pounds of pressure to activate. It not only saves magic cotton, but also greatly improves the safety of carrying, transportation and burial.

In order to lay defensive minefields faster, this work has become the most urgent work at present, and everyone is engaged in it.

Except, of course, Qin Song.

In the rare time alone, Qin Song was not idle, entered a deep sleep, and returned to his body.

When his huge body appeared in the waters of Daotan Port, this former transportation hub was completely abandoned and became a dead port.

The church of the Taoist talk at midnight was shrouded in a hazy mist.

The tent of the Knights was set up in the church square. Even when they slept, the knights wore armor and were ready to fight at any time.

In the candlelit study, Benedict was flipping through a book he had found in the library, the title of which was embossed with gold leaf on the spine of the book, "The Outer Demons and Their Servants", an ancient book of unspeakable demons.

"Have you heard of Wendygou? Benedict asked, frowning.

"I admit that I did hear about it, by accident from my mentor. It was a kind of night demon that haunted the cemetery, worshipping a terrifying, unspeakable being, a ghost in silence. ”

"I've been a librarian, and I've had all the opportunities to work with a lot of obscure things. Benedict opened the page, revealing an abstract black-and-white drawing, of a humanoid creature with arms equal to body length, a contorted face, crouching like a beast on a tombstone.

"It was the first time I saw him. Lord Mister's brows were full of sorrow, "I heard that the dead will be at his mercy, and make a strange sound before death." His slender hands, like gravediggers' shovels, could easily dig corpses out of graves. This thing - ugly, grotesque. The shadow of terror hovering over the cemetery. ”

"But we can't say for sure yet. Benedict closed the book and let out a long sigh, "Burning the body may have solved some problems." But it certainly hasn't left yet. ”

"We're in trouble right now, and that's not all. Lord Mister shook his head, "I feel like this town is cursed. Rampant orcs also appeared in the north. The people here are terrified, and terror is everywhere. We must, choose wisely. ”

"Do you want to give up here?"

"No, the territory here belongs to the Church. Don't forget, we also have the castle. Benedict, you still have food here, maybe enough to support our reinforcements. Orcs can't break through the castle, it's the safest place. ”

Benedict's gaze was shadowy, "What about the containers?"

A cruel smile tugged at the corner of Mister's mouth, "Blasphemer, you deserve to be punished." Isn't it? Pastor, the only fate here is purification!"

For Lord Mister, the town of Daotan was completely rotten, and there was no need to save it. What he needs is territory, and territory is together.

As for the lords?

Wait for next year's spring flowers to bloom, and the evil will be eliminated.

A new, devout believer will be born.

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