When Norman woke up, he found himself tied to a thick stake, and he didn't feel the slightest strength in his body.

Looking around, the same situation abounded, one by one wooden stakes were erected on the ground like dense woods, arranged in a haphazard manner, and on each stake was a person tied to it, some of the soldiers who had followed him to rescue the civilians, some of the civilians who had been rescued, and the rest of the civilians who had volunteered to participate in the expedition.

He could feel that many people had lost their lives, and the stakes where the bodies were located were almost completely red with blood, and the strong smell of blood filled Norman's nostrils, making him feel like he was in the ocean.

The sky was already covered in a blood-red sunset, and the sun was sinking into the horizon little by little, but the colors of those sunsets were becoming more and more vivid, which made Norman feel visibly uneasy. Those trolls must have some kind of idea!

"You'll be like them in no time! Mankind! Shadowhunter Tusca sat near Norman, sharpening his recurve knife back and forth with a whetstone, "You will be the last sacrifice of this sacrifice ritual, and Haka, the god of blood, will be very pleased with your blood and soul!" ”

Tusca's words sent Norman into complete despair!

Meanwhile, the High Priestess of the Dark Pine Trolls is dancing in front of an altar to a dance that the Dark Pine tribe has used since ancient times to please the gods. Once the heart of the camp, the trolls have toppled tents and watchtowers to serve as the site for the sacrificial rituals.

With the altar as the center, a huge, blood-red magic array covered an area with a radius of tens of meters, and the dark red magic circle exuded an evil aura. It can be seen that the lines that make up the circle are all made of blood, and you can imagine how many humans these trolls killed in order to complete the circle.

As the dance of the troll high priest became more and more intense, the troll priests who had been waiting on the side worked together to put three huge wind snake skulls in front of the altar, and the troll warriors outside the circle kept dragging human civilians one by one, killing them, and carrying the corpses to inject blood into the circle.

The viscous liquid that exuded a bloody aura continued to gather into arm-thick streams under the influence of the circle, quickly spreading towards the altar along the lines of the circle, and then being absorbed by the three huge wind snake skulls like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. The steady stream of blood had turned the three huge wind snake skulls blood-red in just a few minutes.

As a crimson gem was lifted by the Troll High Priestess, more than a dozen Troll Priests fell to their knees, raised their hands in the air, and chanted in unison the name of the blood god Haka.

"Great Blood God, please listen to our call! Great Blood God, behold our worship! The lowly Dark Pines have a rich offering for you! Blood and soul! Death and fear! You are the only true God on earth! You are the master of all things in the world! ”

The chanting grew louder and louder, and eventually even the surrounding troll warriors began to join in. The language of the trolls converges into a wonderful melody in the night sky, soaring towards the sky.

Suddenly, a blood-red mist began to appear on the skull of a wind snake. The troll high priest, who noticed this, was ecstatic: "Great! Haka Coronation responds to us! He's coming! Quick, get that corpse here! ”

There are several ways for gods to descend doppelgangers, the most direct is to use divine power to temporarily create a body, and then inject part of their soul fragments into it, using it as their own doppelganger, this way requires a lot of divine power, and the created body can no longer be transformed back into divine power. The easiest way is for the believer to provide a body that is strong enough to contain the divine power and soul fragments of the gods, and when the gods have done the work, as long as the divine power and soul fragments in the body are recovered, they can obtain a large number of sacrifices and beliefs without loss.

What Nandus offers to the Dark Pine Troll is the corpse of a shadow dragon. The Shadow Dragons are a special species of creatures born in the Shadow Plane, and they are the beings that have been assimilated by the Shadow Force by the dragons who strayed into the Shadow Plane. The power of the Shadow has completely transformed the dragon's body so that it is not repelled by the Shadow Plane.

The corpse of this shadow dragon comes from the collection of Finrus the Devourer, a powerful shadow wolf that has devoured many shadow creatures, including some powerful individuals, and this is just one of the unlucky ones.

The purple-glossing shadow dragon carcass was quickly lifted up and placed on top of the three wind snake skulls. Obviously, the blood god Haka was very satisfied with this temporary body, and the blood-colored mist that fluttered from the skulls of the three wind snakes quickly poured into the corpse of this shadow dragon, and at the same time, a terrifying and tyrannical aura gradually emanated from this dragon corpse.

Nandus could feel that although the power that descended on the dragon corpse was not as strong as that of a hero, it gave him the feeling that a terrifying ancient beast was slowly awakening, so that as a legend, he couldn't help but want to flee from this place.

It was the coercion from the gods, a kind of life form suppression, and those who had not lit the divine fire would never understand the gap. This is still the blood god Haka has just woken up, and his strength has not yet recovered, if it is those old evil gods with great power, I am afraid that this leaking breath alone is enough to make everyone present go crazy and even die.

The huge dragon corpse with a length of nearly fifty meters began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye under the continuous infusion of those blood-colored mist. The shriveled body gradually returned to its normal size, and even the scales on the surface of the body regained their luster. Nandus could even feel a strange life force awakening from the dragon's corpse, as if it had come back to life.

Although he knew that this was just an illusion caused by the power of the blood god Haka, it still surprised Nandus. The power of the gods was so desirable to him that the ability to create life was like the most delicious food in the world, attracting the werewolf's greedy desires.

As more and more humans were sacrificed, the vitality inside the dragon's corpse became more and more apparent, and even his chest could be seen rising and falling, as if he was breathing as if he had life.

When another three hundred human soldiers were killed by the troll warriors and sacrificed, a blood mist so thick that it almost suffocated enveloped the entire altar under the tug of a sudden hurricane. From inside the altar, a terrifying aura suddenly poured out, this aura was so terrifying, so evil, just the moment of feeling it, it could make people feel as if they were in a sea of blood.

The troll warriors around the circle were completely mired in an illusion of evil, and one by one they stood unsteady and staggered as if they were drunk, and some of the weak-willed ones even drew their weapons and plunged them into their chests, but there was a smile of complete relief on their faces.

"Quick! Fast! Keep the sacrifice! The crown is coming! Sacrifice the rest of the human civilians! As for the rest of the guys, His Majesty will enjoy it himself! ”

With the frantic voice of the troll high priest, the troll warriors who barely broke free from the illusion did not hesitate to kill more human civilians, and the blood in the corpse did not even have time to drip before it was controlled by the terrifying aura and flew into the sky, flying towards the open mouth of the dragon corpse.

The aura gushing out of the altar became more and more intense, and even the Shadow Fang Castle, hundreds of kilometers away, could feel this extremely evil and tyrannical existence. Standing outside the circle, Nandus seemed to see a wind snake standing up to the sky, and the scarlet snake's eyes were full of disdain and banter for mortals, as well as the desire for blood and soul.

Just when Nandus was on the verge of escaping under the influence of this breath, a new change finally appeared!

The terrifying aura suspended above the entire altar suddenly converged into a huge phantom, and the appearance of the phantom was exactly the same as the legendary blood god Haka, with a slender body of nearly 100 meters, blood-red scales, wings that covered the sky and the sun, a pair of sharp and curved dragon horns on the top of the head, and a pair of scarlet tyrannical eyes.

According to ancient legends, as the oldest wind snake, Haka has a trace of the blood of an ancient dragon in his blood, and it seems that this is not a false lie.

The huge Blood God Phantom glanced at the mortals at his feet, a look of contempt in his eyes. In his eyes, these so-called believers, whether they are sacrifices, are just props for him to restore his strength. As an evil god, all he cares about is his own strength, and he will never let himself suffer any loss for the sake of those stupid mortals.

If it weren't for the fact that these trolls were able to bring him more sacrifices and reduce the loss of some of his power during his sleep, he wouldn't have paid so much divine power to respond to this sacrifice this time.

Of course, the abundance of sacrifices calmed Haka's restlessness a little, especially when he realized that there were still a thousand strong humans here for him to eat.

"Your Majesty the Great Crown! The humble Dark Pine tribe has prepared a delicious meal for you! Enjoy! The Dark Pine Trolls, led by the Troll High Priestess, fell to their knees and sang to the hakka phantom in the sky about his greatness and nobility. At this moment, the arrogance and conceit completely disappeared from the faces of these trolls, and the trolls, who usually looked down on anyone, were like the most humble maggots, prostrate at the feet of the phantom.

A dull voice came from the air: "Very well, my devotees! I am very pleased with your piety! At the end of the ceremony, I will bless you! ”

Yes, Hakka didn't mind giving some of the scraps he didn't need to these stupid mortals after feasting on those delicious flesh and souls, provided that the sacrifices were enough to satisfy him. Otherwise, he doesn't mind letting these so-called believers become part of the sacrifice as well.

The phantom slowly descended, merging with the shadow dragon corpse. When the phantom completely submerged into the dragon corpse, the corpse that was constantly exuding the breath of life suddenly opened its eyes, and the original dark purple dragon eyes turned into the pair of blood-colored eyes of the phantom. A violent heartbeat came from inside the dragon's corpse, and it was clear that under the influence of Haka's divine power, the corpse had regained its life!

Nandus's eyes had narrowed into a slit, and the power of the blood god Haka was beyond his expectations, but it also made him salivate even more. This power to give life to corpses out of nothing was more tempting than anything else for Nandus, who had been struggling with how to increase the number of Shadow Werewolves. If he could master this ability, it would mean that the Shadow Werewolves would no longer need to spread the Werewolf Virus to increase their numbers.

The current Shadow Werewolves have entered the main plane of the Entagre world, and have generally obtained a real body here, which means that the Shadow Werewolves theoretically have the ability to reproduce, the only problem is that their bodies are not full of blood full of blood, but pure shadow power.

If he can obtain this kind of power from Haka's body, he and Fenrus will be able to transform the shadow power in the shadow werewolves into real bloodlines, and the shadow werewolves will be able to completely take root in the main plane and rely on their own continuous reproduction.

This is why Finruth and Nandus are willing to respond to Arugao's call and come to the world of Entagre at great cost. With the end of the day approaching, the Shadow Plane is crumbling, and the cunning Nandus and Finruth have long wanted to find a way to escape from that cold and monotonous world.

After planning for so long, and even paying for the lives of countless Shadow Werewolves, Nandus finally saw the dawn of success! At this moment, the blood-red light emanating from the dragon corpse was like a sun full of strength and hope in Nandus's eyes, so dazzling and dazzling!

Haka, who had completely turned the corpse of the Shadow Dragon into a clone, didn't notice the cranky thoughts of the legendary werewolf in the distance. For Haka, who is a god, even if his strength is greatly reduced due to the fact that he has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, he will not take a small legendary-level existence in his eyes. Even if it was only one of his clones present, if you want to hurt this clone, a legendary-level existence is still far from enough! Unless a legendary-level existence makes a move, he can't be threatened at all.

In addition, the corpse of this shadow dragon itself has good defense, so Haka can't wait to enjoy his sacrifice at this time. He took control of the body and stood up, familiarizing himself with the dragon's body as he stepped over to the sacrifices.

A blood-red snort with a hint of shadow spewed into Norman's face, causing the heroic archer to tremble with fear. In front of him was a god, and a terrible evil god. Not to mention that he is a heroic archer who is only a few dozen years old, even the archmage Antonidas of Dalaran can't stop the fear in his heart and tremble when he faces this terrifying existence!

"Mortal! You should be relieved! Because you're going to be a part of me! ”

Haka unscrupulously showed contempt and disdain for mortals, and his mouth was wide open, and his blood-colored breath full of divine power instantly enveloped the entire area, and those humans who were tied to the stakes, whether they were civilians or the heroic Norman, had no power to resist at all.

The blood-red breath quickly corroded the flesh and blood of these human sacrifices, breaking them down into the most basic existence, and then as the Haka clone sucked violently, the blood and soul were mixed with the flesh that had not completely dissipated, and they were all swallowed into his stomach!

A heroic archer disappeared like this, and not even a trace of his soul remained, which has to be said to be a great sadness!