Mo Tian walked forward slowly, and I don't know how much time it took, but when he was still two hundred meters away from the light, he heard some sounds.

After hearing the voice, Mo Tian reacted very calmly, and did not rush over quickly, but stood still in place and thought carefully.

The sound was a bit like an exchange sound, but due to the distance, I couldn't hear anything yet.

"This is off the border, and it should be in the territory of the orcs. At such a late hour, the chance of daring to speak loudly should be very small. ”

Mo Tian remained suspicious of the exchange, pondered for a moment, and did not choose to return but to move on.

As he got closer to the light, the sounds of those exchanges became louder and louder, and Mo Tian's heart was even more sure that it was made by the orcs, because the sound was clearly the language of beasts.

Orcs not only speak the language of humans, they also master another language - the language of beasts.

The beast language is very magical, and if you learn the beast language, you can communicate with the monster without barriers.

However, the beast language is very difficult to learn, and without language talent, it is impossible to master it at all.

Moreover, to learn the language of beasts, someone must be specially taught, and it is basically impossible to learn it just by reading a book.

Mo Tian thinks that he has a great talent for language, and before he crossed into the wizarding world, he was a world-famous magician.

Because of the magic shows held all over the world, I know a lot of local cultures, and I have a lot of languages, even the indigenous languages of the primitive tribes.

Learning a new language is not particularly difficult for him.

Then, in the wizarding world, the beast language stumped Motian, and there was really no one to teach it, so he couldn't learn it at all.

However, Mo Tian bought a lot of books about the beast language, but the dense text was like a small tadpole, and there was no translation, so he didn't know where to start.

In the end, he had no choice but to give up.

However, he can still understand the simplest beast language, such as the kind of greeting.

The light was shaded by two or three meters of grass, and Mo Tian leaned on the edge of the grass, and there was no danger along the way, and finally came to the destination.

At such a close distance, judging from the noisy exchanges, Mo Tian judged that there were many orcs gathered in the light, at least six.

He wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and gently peeled open the grass, which had jagged edges, sharp as a sword, and very hard.

Mo Tian also used magic to cover his arms with magic armor so that he would not be cut by these grasses.

Picking up the grass, the veil of mystery was finally lifted, and the light was actually not large, only half the size of a basketball court.

In the center of the field, there was a building made of stones and bricks, and Motian could tell at first glance that it was a kind of altar.

Although it was rough and simple, Mo Tian was very sure.

Maybe his spiritual power will be bounced back, which has a lot to do with this altar.

There were several humans on the grounds, in addition to the orcs, but those humans were tied to the altar, awake but unable to move.

These orcs wore strangely shaped masks on their heads, and it was impossible to determine what kind of orcs they were.

"Could it be that they are sacrificing?" Mo Tian thought of this possibility.

The orcs wore crowns made of some kind of feathers on their heads, robes made of animal skins, and their masks were painted with red, red, green, and green stripes.

In the previous life, the indigenous people of those primitive tribes also dressed up like this when they sacrificed.

And these orcs are not simple, they all have four obvious lines on their horns, and it can be said that their strength is as strong as that four-striped lizardman, maybe higher.

Although Mo Tian couldn't understand what these orcs were saying, from their behavior, he found that they were very happy now.

However, the human beings on the altar are tragic, and judging by their attire, they can be recognized as prisoners of the Empire.

Why they were caught here by the orcs, Mo Tian didn't bother to think about it.

As for whether to save them, Mo Tian thought that he didn't have that ability, and he didn't have that kind heart.

He's not a savior, and it's important to save his life at the border.

Now the point is to figure out what these orcs are going to do?

After waiting for a while, the orcs suddenly gathered together, and six or seven orcs put their hands on each other's shoulders, and then formed a circle.

"Is this?" Mo Tian frowned, "Could it be that the sacrifice is about to begin?"

I saw two orcs, digging five stakes around the altar, and then placing braziers on the top of the stakes.

As the flames on the brazier floated, the orcs in a circle lowered their heads around the center of the circle and began to beat happily.

They were jumping, and they were still screaming, very rhythmically.

Anyway, for Motian, it's like listening to a book from heaven, and he can only observe quietly.

The prisoners bound to the altar saw the orcs begin to move, and their already trembling bodies became even more violent.

The black iron chains tied to them Mo Tian guessed that they should be made of forbidden magic stones, otherwise ordinary iron chains would not be able to bind them at all.

Their mouths were covered with strips of cloth and they could not speak.

On the eve of death, these prisoners were like ants on a hot pot, panicked and frightened on their faces.

No matter who is afraid of death, Motian is no exception, and he is also afraid of the day when death comes.

These prisoners were also forced to be sent to the border, and it was much better to be caught by the orcs and bombarded on the spot than to wait for death to come.

The orcs sang and danced for a while, and the moonlight cast from the canopy of the trees moved slowly.

Motian noticed that as the moonlight approached the altar, the fire in the five braziers around the altar suddenly became vigorous.

Moreover, the original red flame is gradually fading, there is no wind, and it actually makes a whirring sound, which looks very evil.

Mo Tian continued to wait, and when the moon gate was projected in the center of the altar, all the flames turned into silver fire, and flew out, levitating above the altar.

The orcs also stopped, took off their masks, set them aside, and knelt together in front of the altar.

These orcs have wolf-like heads and gray hair, and they look very fierce.

"It's actually a werewolf, and there are so many people gathered at the same time. Mo Tian continued to observe, and knew that the other party was a werewolf, so he had to be more careful.

Werewolves have a high level of intelligence and are good at cooperating, they generally go out in groups and rarely go alone, and the lizardmen are not on the same level as them at all.

Seeing one of those werewolves walk out, Mo Tian observed that there were actually five stripes on the horns of this werewolf, although the fifth one was not as dark as the previous four, but it was indeed a genuine five-striped orc.

Now Mo Tian regrets his actions very much, he would have known that he would not come, none of those werewolves are lower than the four lines, and any one of them can tear himself to pieces, let alone the five werewolves.

The five-pattern orc is equivalent to a city-destroying level magician, and the other party can kill Motian with just a finger, no different from ants.

"I'm in trouble now, but I hope nothing happens, and may the great god of magic bless me to leave safely. ”

Mo Tian didn't believe in the so-called magic gods, but now he had to pray that he would survive.