In the shadows.

One by one, the figures escaped into it, and the slender and slender wanderers quickly disappeared from sight. More than half of the wanderers brought by Sauron are half-elves, and the church of the original 'half-elves and the god of wanderers' will naturally not be left with only a few priests. In fact, there is a special department within the church that contains a large number of mid- and high-ranking loiters. Unfortunately, there are very few wanderers who can cross the legendary hurdle, and it is more difficult for them to advance to the legendary realm than warriors, so even if the church serves the [Wanderer] priesthood, the highest class level of the wanderer is only a level 18 stalker.

This is mainly the reason why the original 'God of Half-Elves and Wanderers' is too weak!

It is difficult for a god with weak divine power to give much power, and he has been severely injured by the Lord of Shadows, and even made many wanderers work part-time as priests of one or two levels, and I don't know if he had a brain cramp to make such a decision for the church. With the limitations of this era, the gaze of many gods may not be very high.

"There are no enemies!"

"Discover an unknown creature! Be careful, everyone! ”

"Ahh

"Get ready to fight! Get ready for battle! ”

"It's a mutant plant! Watch out for the vines! ”

Figures spread out, scouting the nearby terrain, but soon there were screams, and Sauron disappeared in an instant.

Sonorous!

The cold light of the knife slashed, and Sauron's figure struck like a gust of wind, slicing a strange mutated vine into pieces all over the ground in the blink of an eye.

"My lord!"

The wounded Half-Elf Wanderer landed on the ground and fell to his knees with difficulty towards Sauron.

Sauron glanced at him, waved his hand and ordered, "Help him down to heal, the others are more careful, there are a lot of mutant plants here." ”

Elite pirates also went into action.

The dense jungle here is basically no road, and you have to clear one by yourself, and at the back of the team are some longbowmen. The Half-Elves are rich in good archers, but Sauron didn't bring many with them. Because the pirate's combat style originally included long-range weapons, such as throwing axes, throwing knives, hidden arrows, hand crossbows, etc., their combat skills far exceeded those of systematically trained soldiers, and their equipment was naturally more flexible and diverse.

Huge footprints appeared on the ground.

Many parts of the island are ownerial, and the footprints Sauron saw had three-heeled arthropods, a bit like some kind of dinosaur leftover, but it could have been something else.

The team did not stop and quickly passed through the place.

………………

The other side.

About ten kilometers away from Sauron, a group of natives dressed in rudimentary clothes and painted with oil paint were hunting.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a gray-looking native warrior waved for the others to stop. Then he jumped down on the trunk of the tree and said in a deep voice, "There's a situation over there!" ”

You don't necessarily need to see the enemy when you spot them.

The natives were very familiar with the geography here, and the old warrior looked at the birds flying in the jungle in the distance, as if sensing the approaching danger, and said slowly: "You guys go back!" ”

"There may be some beasts migrating over there, and the others will come with me to take a look."

Two thousand people is not small.

Although Sauron was very careful to hide from the natives, he could not hide the birds and beasts inside, and the team moved forward to startle many birds, and the beasts saw how far they could flee. Such a thing is enough for the indigenous people who are quite familiar with the environment to arouse their alarm. However, the leader of the group of warriors seems to believe that some beast is approaching, as the island has not been visited by outsiders for too long.

In the shadows.

Figures are moving slowly.

Suddenly. It was as if they had discovered something, and they had retreated into hidden corners. A number of dwarf, greased figures painted with oil paint, holding iron spears, approached little by little.

An icy glow appeared in the darkness!

In an instant. The figures of seven or eight wanderers rushed out of the shadows, followed by the cold light of the icy weapon, and the indigenous warrior fell to the ground more than half in an instant.

“&*%%（￥#*……*&￥%…… ￥……”

The old soldier at the head of the mouth uttered a strange tone. Unfortunately, no one at the scene could understand, and the wanderers did not stop attacking, and in an instant, a flanking attack was formed from the left and right, and then the corpse of the warrior leader was seen slowly falling to the ground.

"Goal solved!"

"There are no enemies nearby!"

The smell of blood caused a dead silence around them, and the beasts had a strong sense of smell, and many of them fled the woods.

"Looks like a little boss!"

Sauron glanced at the feathers on the natives' bodies and said slowly, "Go on." Don't spread it out too much. ”

This time, all the people who brought it out were advanced professionals.

The physical strength of the professional far beyond ordinary people can support this long-distance run, and Sauron has no time to spend here, and is ready to go straight to Huanglong around this evening.

To the east of the river is a village.

There is cultivated land nearby, and there are irrigation ditches dug up, and from a civilizational point of view, it is much higher than the indigenous people of Modo. The former looks like a primitive society, but here it has the outline of a slave society. The village is surrounded by towering wooden walls, nearly a meter or two thick, as if to protect against some monster with terrifying powers. There are arrow towers on all sides of the wooden walls, on which are guarded by warriors, and a large number of slaves are working, and if it were not for the rough and rudimentary places in many places, I am afraid that a large town can be seen here.

Indigenous people loved slavery.

The interior of any tribe is supported by many slaves.

Knock knock!

An eerie drum beat came from within the tribe, followed by a somewhat frantic shout, accompanied by bizarre cacophony of syllables.

In the center of the tribe, a group of priests with strange masks stood on the altar with a dark red stone in front of them. With the frantic shouts of the clansmen, a strong group of warriors appeared with a group of captives. The captives were also native, but they were a little different in that they had white paint, while these natives had dark blue.

“@#￥%……”

There was a strange sound that sounded like chanting, and when the shaman in front of him raised his hand, the blackened natives fell to their knees. A name was shouted out of his mouth.

"Sa...... Ancient...... This! ”

This syllable, which is somewhat similar to the lingua franca, is supposed to represent the name of something.

"Drink!"

A cruel smile appeared on the shaman's lips, and he approached the first captive with a dagger made of bone, and with a cold light, the captive's throat was slit, and blood gushed out frantically down the rocks onto the altar. The crowd below suddenly went wild, and as blood permeated the surface of the altar, some kind of evil and strange energy emerged, making all the surrounding natives have a wild, intoxicated, and lustful expression on their faces.

Blood Sacrifice.

The most evil form of sacrifice of the indigenous people. Sacrifice certain beings with blood, slaughter, and death, and please them with this to give them power!

Looking at the dark red blood stains on the altar, I don't know how long such a ceremony has been held.

This is the favorite of the evil gods!

It is also the most violent and direct way to enhance power, and most of the gods and churches in the mainland reject it, and even many of the gods of the evil camp have stopped this primitive way of sacrifice. Developing believers is much superior to this method of relying on blood sacrifices, and it is estimated that only the Abyss Demon is still addicted to the killing pleasure of this blood sacrifice.

Soon.

The second captive was dragged out.

Such sacrifices are often difficult to satisfy the evil gods, and if they cannot provide powerful sacrifices, then they need to rely on numbers to please the other party. Often a bloody sacrifice lasts for a long time, and when late night comes, the surrounding area is lit with torches. Then after the ceremony, he fell into a **. The natives believed that mating at such times would produce strong offspring that would be blessed by the gods and possess the power to run wild.

Such mating may continue until dawn, until the tribe has accumulated enough sacrifices for the next ritual.

………………

It was getting dark.

It seems that the number of offerings prepared this time is not very large. After killing more than a dozen captives, the shaman brought out some of the imprisoned beasts.

For these non-human offerings, a certain person was clearly unhappy.

Because an evil and gloomy aura spreads, as if it is angry, it makes many people tremble. It's no longer a weak spirit. The spirit can only passively wait for the sacrifice of the tribe, but it can actively ask the entire tribe to serve it, and hold a bloody sacrifice every once in a while to increase its power.

A cold light appeared in the eyes of the old shaman. Immediately after that, he ordered a few words in a deep voice.

Soon there were cries of pain, and strong native warriors dragged some thin men and women into the show, they had the same oil paint as the other natives, but all of them were ragged and yellow-skinned, and with the cold cold light, the throat of the first slave was slit, and as blood spilled all over the altar, a certain powerful consciousness suddenly revealed a glimmer of satisfaction. The natives who knelt on the altar soon had excited and fanatical expressions on their faces again.

A smile tugged at the corner of the old shaman's mouth.

He could feel that his strength was growing even further, and every time a bloody sacrifice was performed, his strength would increase somewhat, which was the power bestowed upon him by the gods.

………………

In the dark.

Figures were rapidly approaching here, and farther away were warriors ready to go.

Sauron stared in front of him.

As a soon-to-be-enshrined god, he could see the rich blood-red aura over the indigenous tribes, as well as the power fluctuations generated by some ritual.

Demon!

Chaos and evil gods.

It's impossible to determine whether it's a demigod or a false god, but it's certainly the most chaotic and evil of the kind.

……………… (To be continued......)