Today, there are five dalao out of Zeppelin and one E5 out of Lan, I'm going crazy, my resources have been exhausted, and there are only two hundred barrels left, but I don't have anything, my heart is so broken, and the activity is almost over, what should I do?

Originally, I thought that I was only more than 30,000 words before the editor took a fancy to me and asked me to sign a contract, which is the time to run, but this autumn life told me that I am still the black-faced African ghost, and I can only keep my liver, and those ships are still so far away from me.

Woo woo, beg for comfort, quickly take the recommendation ticket and collection to comfort me.

After throwing the little Celtic girl in front of the idol, Sam didn't care at all about the little girl who was nothing more than an ant in his eyes, and he turned to look at the group of people in front of him who were staring at him silently.

Sam licked his lips and looked at everyone with fiery eyes, a blood-red glow covering his eyes, glowing a strange red glow in the light of the campfire, but the Gruss warriors below looked at their patriarch as if they didn't see anything.

"Warriors of Gruss, power! In this time, you have already experienced what power is! ”

"How it felt to see the former mighty and majestic Burgundian soldiers fall at their feet! How did it feel to look at you with amazement and disbelief from the people of our big tribe in the original coalition army! Tell me who gave you such power, who made you unstoppable on the earth! ”

"God of God! Our true God who has served all his life! ”

"Yes, the true God has given you invincible strength, and the true God has given you infinite strength! Praise the true God! Sam raised his right hand in the air and waved it at his people.

"Praise the true God!"

The warriors of the Gruss tribe below were no longer as quiet as before, their faces flushed at this time, and they roared their loudest voices excitedly, lest they could not suppress the roars around them.

For a moment, the camp, which had been silent, was suddenly silent, and the next moment there was an earth-shattering shout, which made the Saxons in the other nearby camps look at the Gruss camp with some confusion.

Soon, however, some of the Saxons who were not surprised told the people around them to pick up their glasses and continue to drink with the people around them.

"There's nothing to make a fuss about, it's that the Divine Cult maniacs of the Grus tribe are about to start their god sacrifice again, and every time they come back from going out to rob, they will come to this at night, so it's good to get used to it."

The Saxon soldier casually scooped a glass of wine from the jar behind him and poured it down his throat, and the wine that overflowed from the corner of his mouth trickled down his wet beard, and he burped nonchalantly and glanced at Grus's camp with a little envy.

"I don't know what kind of god the god that Grus believes in, but it has increased the strength of this group of people so much, speaking of which, I also know a kid from the Gruss tribe, last year he could only barely wield a trumpet axe, and this year when I saw it, he actually held a double-edged axe and juggled around there."

The Saxon had a look of embarrassment on his face, obviously he was very envious of the sudden increase in strength of the people of the Grus tribe, knowing that if you add a force on the battlefield, maybe you can give you an extra chance of survival.

"Yes, it is said that the people of the Grus tribe only believed in this god before the expedition this year, and in just half a month, they have become so powerful, as if the true god attached a magic to them before the expedition." The other Saxon beside him was obviously the same as him, and he was also very envious, he shook his head and poured the wine in his hand into his mouth suddenly, "Speaking of which, don't those Romans also believe in some lords, and that group of Greeks, but it doesn't necessarily matter how strong they are, even Rome was occupied by that group of Goths, and it wasn't until the newly ascended Roman emperor in the east a few years ago that he remembered to recover the city of Rome, but it doesn't matter to us anyway." ”

While the Saxons in the other camps discussed them with envy, Sam just waved his hand to silence the warriors below, and although the shouting stopped, the warriors still stared at Sam with excitement on their faces, looking forward to what was next.

"Our Lord has given us strength, and we will naturally sacrifice to our Lord, so let us begin to offer our sacrifices to our Most High Lord."

Sam turned around and looked at the Celtic girl lying on the ground with a hint of heat, but unlike the eyes of other Saxons who looked at women with full of **, the Celtic girl was very sensitive to the fact that Sam was looking at her without a little obscenity, but this kind of gaze made her feel a cold to the bone.

Because it was not at all a human gaze, the Celtic girl felt as if she were just an object in the eyes of the other person, just a very valuable object, not a life.

When Sam raised the dagger in his hand, the Celtic girl, although she was young, had just seen her mother die in front of her, and she knew very well that she would also leave this world as a sacrifice to the gods that the Saxons believed in.

"Mom, Vanice is coming to you, Mom, tell me to make me sweet honey cakes."

Sam didn't hear the murmur from the little Celtic girl's mouth, maybe he didn't care if he heard it, he just picked up the idol of the little girl and let her face the front, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the dagger on his right hand stabbed into the girl's heart very skillfully, and the dagger turned slightly and directly crushed the girl's fragile life.

"Ahh

After a terrible exclamation mixed with pain, the entire camp suddenly erupted in cheers. The warriors of all the Gruss tribes looked at the little girl in Sam's hand with fiery eyes, and their eyes were fixed on the dagger that Sam had stabbed into the little girl's chest.

Sam expertly pulled out his right hand, and the blood spurted out of the wound as it spurted out, just as it happened to be on the idol. Seeing that the blood had been sprinkled on the idol, Sam threw the lifeless Celtic girl in his hand to the side without hesitation, and stared nervously at the idol.

Under the gaze of Sam and all the people of the Grus tribe behind him, the blood slowly seeped into the idol, and strange blood-red patterns gradually appeared on the idol, and slowly when the blood completely disappeared on the idol, a thin blood-red mist slowly gushed out from the mouth of the idol, and all the Saxons who saw this scene couldn't bear the excitement in their hearts, and they desperately squeezed forward, as if this blood-red mist was such a precious treasure.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the blood-red mist coming out of the idol's mouth, indicating that the gods had accepted their sacrifices, which were a gift from the gods in return for their sacrifices.

Sam, who had already done such a thing several times, also knew that his people couldn't wait now, and did not hesitate to grasp the blood mist, and surprisingly the blood mist was grasped by Sam as if it were an entity, like a blood-red ball, and the mist continued to surge and roll in his hand.

"This is our supreme God, the master of the night, the watcher of fate, the reward for our good deeds! Now, call upon the Lord and receive His gift to you. ”

Sam held up the blood mist in his hand, and when he lifted it above his head, he slammed it up, and the blood mist suddenly burst open and turned into a burst of mist, enveloping all the Saxons present. The warriors of the Gruss tribe did not have a look of surprise on their faces, but instead they tried to open their mouths wide and inhale desperately, and as the blood-red mist entered their bodies with their breath, their faces showed a look of enjoyment.

This scene sent a chill through the hearts of the Celtic captives who were tied up in the corner, watching the center of the camp all the time, and these Saxons were like demons who had just risen from hell, strange and bloody and cruel.

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