The old savage finally stood in front of the outsiders. It had to do it, and it had to be extremely respectful, before the robbers tore off their hypocritical faces and raised their butcher's knives against their people.

Compared to the killing that was enough to destroy the entire acolyte, the haunting horror dream became less unacceptable.

And, at the moment when those black crows arrived, when they were devouring enough to tear itself and its young and ignorant people to pieces, it had already smelled something unusual.

From the refreshing body fragrance of the black-eyed and black-haired outsider, it smelled the legend that had been passed down orally from generation to generation, and smelled the eternal mission of the entire race!

The smell is faint, and it's old enough. But it is precisely because it has been washed away and has been tempered for a long time that it will not admit its mistakes!

The gods abandoned its race, but gave them long enough lifespans. Despite their humble lives, they have always survived tenaciously on this barren land isolated from the rest of the world.

Although he lived a heavy and lowly life, he was not scarred, where did he have rough skin and thick flesh!

Perhaps, the arrival of outsiders this time left behind not only killing and plundering, but also hope, the hope that the acolytes who have lost their faith will continue to live tenaciously.

"We're four of us this time, but you only need to prepare three Killing Angels, dear Clan Leader."

Ge Oyin coldly commanded the old orc in front of him, whose thin body was trembling, and the doubt in his eyes flashed.

The other party is the leader of the entire Servant Clan, and it has compromised with outsiders countless times, saving the lives of its own people with unconditional cooperation. It shouldn't be so afraid of itself, and its body shouldn't tremble so violently.

Perhaps it was the crows that frightened it, a lowly race known for its timidity.

Geuin didn't use the harsh and obscure language of the squire anymore, the wild man on the other side had lived for a long time, and he could understand his own words perfectly, and even communicate with him fluently.

"The acolytes obey you, great Dark Witch!"

The old savage knelt on the frozen ground in front of him, lifted his forehead slightly against the earth, stared at his black-robed toes, and trembled and pulled out four small balls of crystal clear with a dark green sheen.

It was at this moment that Lo raised his head and looked at the dark green ball that the old savage had respectfully placed in front of G'Oin.

Have their customs changed? No more spitting to get the Sacrifice Beast? Or is it ......

Luo moved his consciousness tentacles closer to the balls little by little, and he vaguely felt that the breath emitted by the balls did not seem to be the same as the smell of saliva that had once bred Cang.

Ge Ouyin didn't reach out to take it, standing tall in front of the squire, like an empress, she still hadn't forgotten who was the most noble existence here.

"Your Excellency Bal, do you see any of the four killing angels that satisfy you?"

Geoin gave Barr the right of first refusal, and at all times, strength is always the ultimate weight of privilege.

Baal finally opened his sleepy, cloudy eyes and looked at the four small crystalline orbs in the hand of the acolyte leader, pregnant with different killing angels.

A fiery red salamander, an unknown monster that looks like a mutated wolf but has a large mouth on its head, a small golden snake, and a rabbit with two small wings.

Barr glanced at the four killing angels in front of him, then lowered his gaze again.

There was nothing he wanted.

Zarik's gaze lingered on the golden serpent for a moment, but he didn't ask for it.

"Go on!"

Seeing that neither Barr nor Zaric had spoken, Geuin whispered another urge to the aged orc.

The orc, who was lying on the ground, put the four balls back into his arms and pulled out the other four again.

A smile appeared in Ge Ouyin's eyes, she saw what she needed in the four killing angels.

"What about these four, Lord Barr?"

Again, G'ouin asked very patiently.

Barr ignored her, not even lifting his drooping eyelids.

Zarik hesitated.

This is the second batch of gestation orbs that the old orc has taken out, but there is still no existence that Zarik wants. The old orc should still be able to take out the last four, if he still doesn't, his trip to the ruins will be meaningless.

"It seems that the two of you still haven't found a suitable killing angel for yourself, I don't want to bet on the last one, I choose it!"

Ge Oin's wide sleeves waved out, and he chose one of the four crystal balls that the old orc held in his hand.

It was a hideous bone dragon that had long since decayed to the point of no flesh and skin, and only a small white skeleton remained.

The Bone Dragon is powerful enough that it is almost an undead being, but it must be summoned by the Dark Witchcraft to become a veritable Angel of Killing.

Gourne didn't mean to let Lowe pick and choose, and Barr and Zarik seemed to be deliberately ignoring this detail.

Luo's conscious tentacles had long since retracted, and his gaze remained calm, without a hint of anger at the unequal treatment he had received.

"You'll need to pull out four more, dear chief."

G'oin's voice softened, which proved that she was in a very good mood right now.

A sorcerer with a bone dragon is considered a qualified sorcerer. With this bone dragon, she will have a greater grasp of the fruits of good and evil, and the idea of killing Luo will be more unshakable.

Eight crystal balls were taken out in a row, and the old orc had almost exhausted the last of its strength, and it had already completely fallen to the ground, panting heavily.

But it wasn't done yet, the knife hanging over the people's head was still there, and it needed to pull out the last four.

After pulling out four more crystal balls, the old orc finally fell unconscious in front of these outsiders.

Barr opened his eyes again, and slowly stepped forward, choosing one of the last four crystals.

Zarik, who was right behind Baal, also took the Angel of Killing that he had been waiting for.

Zarik chose a snake, a snake with eight heads and eight tails.

And what Barr chose was just a small insect.

Eventually, Lowe came up too, and he didn't intend to show an open-mindedness that was incompatible with his identity, which would make people suspicious.

"Mr. Luo, you don't need to choose your own killing angel, you don't need to kill here, we will protect you well."

Eventually, Göyne stopped Lo from walking towards the remaining two geodes, and even though the remaining two Killing Angels were weak enough, Göyne still didn't want Lo to get either of them.

Sometimes, kindness to the enemy is disregard for and trampling on one's own life. Ge Oin cherished her life so much that she did not hesitate to trample on Lowe's right to choose to kill angels.