"When ......" was just as Yord was startling when a melodious hum was heard. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At first glance, the sound of info is very similar to the sound of an alarm bell, but it is much more melodious than an alarm bell.

"Where's the noise?" The snow elves next to him were attracted by the sound of the bell, and for a moment neglected to guard Yord, and Yord took the opportunity to poke his head out, just in time to see the roasted things neatly arranged under the huge orange ball of light. And in the middle of these things, a snow elf priest had just withdrawn his staff, and there was still a cold white mist around the gem at the top of the staff.

Is that...... Yord, who had already made sure that he was safe, wanted to continue watching to see what he could gain, but unfortunately the snow elf who escorted him had already come to his senses at this time. When he saw the peeping Yord, he roared angrily, and then the whip fell on Yord's back mercilessly.

"Hiss......" Yord gasped again, and no longer looked at the snow elves who were holding him, so he could only quickly withdraw his gaze and walk towards the hall under the push of the snow elf.

Knowing that there was no chance of escape, Yord no longer fought against these snow elves, and walked to the hall in silence, and then sat silently on a bench in the hall under the fierce signal of the snow elves. This position was located exactly behind the few members of the Eighth Group who had been captured in front.

While he was seated just enough to block the sight of the vigilant snow elves next to him, a female mage sitting in front of him turned around and winked at Yord, making a silent gesture.

As a "newcomer", Yord naturally chose to believe the reminders of these colleagues at this time, so he was uncharacteristically obedient, obediently sat on the bench with his head down, and secretly observed the surrounding situation from time to time.

The snow elf priest on the stage continued to chatter, but when Yord walked to the bench and sat down, he suddenly noticed that the whispering voice of the snow elf priest had been in his ears for a long time. It felt like the Snow Elf Priest was squeaking in his ear.

The voice went crazy into Yorde's ears as if it had come to life, and several twists and turns pierced his brain, forcing Yord to want to look up to the sky and roar, expelling the annoying sound from his ears.

Don't be silent! Yord suddenly thought of the female mage's reminder from before, and forcibly resisted the desire to roar.

Yord held back, but one of the warriors in front of him may have been ravaged by the sound for too long.

"Uhh......h He suddenly blocked his ears and shouted loudly, shaking his head as he got up from the bench and twitched and shook his head like crazy.

As the warrior howled, the squeak of the snow elf priest on the stage was also heard abruptly. For the first time, Yord felt that the silence was so wonderful.

A few families were happy and a few were sad, and while Yord was glad that he finally didn't have to be exposed to this magic sound, the warrior's mad howl also stopped. He was now pale and his lips were pale. The warrior looked at his team, his lips trembling, and he tried to open his mouth several times to say something, but after several hesitations, he finally held back.

Yord could clearly see that several fighters in front of him were trembling with anger, their fists clenched, and they looked like they wanted to rush forward.

"Squeak!" The snow elf priest on the stage naturally noticed this warrior, and he shouted and pointed at this one.

A few snow elves who had been prepared early next to him rushed up directly, and it was very easy to tie up the warriors who had not yet been removed from the toxins in their bodies at this time, and who had no strength in their bodies, and walked towards the high platform.

"What is this going to do?" Yord muttered softly, but no one would answer his question. There was no need to answer this question, for after the warrior had been escorted to the high platform, Yord saw what they were going to do.

The warrior was escorted to the high platform, and his hands and feet were completely restrained and thrown to the floor in front of the Snow Elf priestess. The snow elf priest shook his head at a bone dagger for a moment, then put the dagger on the side of the warrior's neck, pressed it down, and pulled it out. This movement seems to have been practiced countless times, light and skillful.

With a single blow, the warrior's arteries were cut, but the throat was intact. But because his hands and feet were restrained, he could only lie in vain on the cold ground and shiver, twitching and shivering, feeling the heat of his body, and his vitality drained from his neck.

As if to promote the discharge of blood, after the snow elf priest stabbed, several snow elves who were holding this warrior next to him made several stabs at the wrists and ankles of this warrior, and the blood gushed into the spring.

Under such bloodletting, the warrior began to have violent spasms after a few breaths. The snow elves next to them saw the spasms of the warrior one by one as if they had taken medicine, and they were very excited.

The warm blood slowly flowed through the traces on the stage into a pool of blood beside the priest, and the snow elf warriors who had been waiting in line for a long time used a curved horn shell as a bowl, scooped the blood into the bowl one by one, and then brought it to the front of everyone under the stage. Most of the dozens of people kept their mouths shut, oblivious to the blood in front of them, and a few of them angrily spilled the blood, drawing the angry whips of the snow elves patrolling nearby. Others hesitated for a moment and then picked up the bowl of blood, rolled the Adam's apple a few times and poured it into their mouths.

What's going on? Vote for a name? Yord watched in shock at the actions of the snow elves in front of him. But it made him even more stunned in the back.

The priest looked even more excited when he saw that there were humans and fellow snow liquids below to show his betrayal of the race and submission to the snow elves. He shook the bone knife in his hand and walked over to the corpse of the warrior, who had long since been dead and had been untied from his ropes and stripped naked. The heart, liver, spleen, and kidneys are perfectly stripped out and put aside. The snow elf priest was like an old butcher, and he did not stop after doing this, not forgetting to remove the bitter gallbladder, turn the intestines and stomach upside down, clean it and hang it aside.

"Squeak!" The Snow Elf priestess shouted, and then glanced at the already pale humans below the platform. Everyone is affected by its eyes, which have degenerated to the size of mung beans, and when they see it, they will provoke a burst of white sweat behind them for no reason.

After hearing this, the snow elf who carried the warrior up next to him tacitly tied the corpse of the warrior who had been disposed of to a stick and carried it out leisurely......