Barr continued along the stream, with Geoin following him, and then Lo, who was looking down again. And Zachary, who had a gloomy face and had drawn the narrow sharp saber out of the scabbard in his hand, was always at the back of the line.

There was no sound but the sound of the stream. The raging cold wind on the ice field could not blow here, and the sound of killing and screaming that permeated all parts of the ice field was completely blocked by the thick ice layer from this dead and silent world.

Fortunately, this oppressive atmosphere did not last long, because there was already a faint howl like a beast ahead, accompanied by a strange cry of "grunt".

Geuin had overtaken Baal and walked at the front of the group, the raven on her shoulder had already completed the first mission of this expedition, and she was now on to complete the second and last mission that belonged to her. Then, according to the agreement before entering, she was not obliged to make another move until she took the good and evil fruits full of temptation and magic into her arms.

The beast-like cry had become clearer and clearer, and the curvature of the corners of Luo's mouth had become more and more obvious.

It really is them! I didn't expect to hear their friendly roar again in this distant ice field, under this deep ice, and maybe see that unforgettable gesture again.

The passage finally came to an end, and the stream poured into the huge crevice in the ice at the end of the passage, and it was not known where it was going.

On the opposite side, stood two small, but extremely arrogant savages.

Yes, it's the kind of savage who stood outside the door of the Lost Trench, spat at Luo, and "raised his middle finger" to express the joy in his heart. Of course, the two on the other side weren't the sleepy or timid savages of the Lost Trench, but they were definitely from the same race.

Because Luo had already seen the two wild men on the other side, while roaring loudly, one of them had already raised his furry middle finger towards the sky, and the other had already bent down with his back to the crowd, shaking his ass excitedly towards each other.

Lowe had never felt such a cordial middle finger and a shaky ass.

Then next, it should be spitting, picking the sacrificial beast, and then going in and starving.

The truth is not as Luo thought, because this time there is more Ge Oin, and there is more witches who practice black magic.

Black sorcery is not a kind of supernatural ability, it has existed long enough, and it seems that at the beginning of human civilization, there was a shadow of this unnatural existence.

But in the old days of science, black witchcraft was on the verge of extinction, and it could only survive through mysterious and evil rituals at deserted intersections, dark basements, barren ruins, inaccessible forests, or withered bushes.

After the New Era began, the ability finally appeared, and the dark magic came out of the darkness once again.

Ge Oin is a supernatural who uses black sorcery instead of abilities. Of course, just like her contradictory body and face, she also unlocks her own genetic sequence, but the abilities she comprehends are all based on evil and mysterious black magic.

Ge Oin specializes in the sorcery of creating nightmares and killing in his dreams. Perhaps, according to Heidi's ability classification criteria, these abilities should be classified as special psychic abilities.

G'ouin's strength in fighting alone is not as good as that of Zarik, but it is obviously more suitable for dealing with this kind of guy who is still not fully civilized, short in stature, with well-developed limbs, and holding a huge stone axe and stone hammer.

The two savage sentinels apparently knew the wizard in front of them, who had shrouded himself under a wide black robe, revealing only a terrifying face. After completing a series of provocative actions, they began to roar angrily and "purr" at Ge Oin.

There was a hint of sarcasm on Geonin's delicate face, and she patiently listened to the other party's roar, and from time to time she also "whispered" to the other party.

This woman can understand their words, even their language!

Lowe's gaze burning as he looked at Geonin.

He had always wanted to figure out what his big and timid companion, Cang, belonged to.

Perhaps, Geuin is a good key to decryption.

"These abominable and despicable creatures are the ancient natives who live on this ruin, and Geoin calls them "servants". There aren't many people in the Servants, but it's definitely not a few! And we need to get the key from them to open the Altar of the Ruins......"

Zarik whispered a few words of explanation to Lowe.

There was a subtle change in Barr's attitude towards Lowe, which also forced Zarik to finally decide to be a little more polite to Lowe again. At least, not so stiff on the face.

Waiters?

"Do you need to kill them?"

Luo suddenly asked, and there was a hint of coldness in his words.

"No, it's G'Oin's job, it's none of us. She will convince these savages with good memories that a well-developed memory is sometimes not a pleasant thing. ”

Yes, when you have a horrible nightmare that lingers in your head, it's a very devastating thing to do.

Little by little, G'ouin was awakening the nightmare in the minds of the two savages in front of him, and the nightmares in the minds of their entire race.

Black crows flew from under her wide black robes, flocks of crows circling and hissing at the low caverns in the distance, unscrupulously unscrupulous black sorcery upon the fragile and tenacious race.

The two unruly savages in front of him were completely paralyzed on the ground, their bodies began to twist and roll, and they kept slapping their heads frantically with their big furry hands, and the corners of their mouths were overflowing with a large pool of dark green fishy slime.

Amid the neighing of the crows, the painful wails of the two savages, and the frightened and angry gazes that loomed into the low caverns, an old savage with his back on his back finally trumped out of the burrow.

The wild man was shorter, but old enough, for it had a long, gray beard.

It had come to negotiate, and the terrible outsiders had once again stood on the land they had guarded for generations, and it knew what it was to do for the survival of its people.

But what it didn't expect was that along with its thin body came another young clansman of its own, a young woman.

Within its race, women are extremely rare. They are timid and vulnerable, but they nurture the hope of an entire race.

The little savage's eyes didn't have the kind of fear that his own people revealed, or maybe it was too young to have nightmares.

It followed behind its own people, its dark green eyes gazing curiously at the swirling and screaming crows, and stretched out its small hairy hands to wave at the terrifying black crows.

The evil crows finally found their target, and they rushed down, frantically towards the hunched wild man, towards the weak existence behind the wild man.

The old savage turned around in confusion and saw the clansman behind him who had stepped out of the cave without permission. Its cloudy pupils looked at the blackened slayer, and then turned with difficulty, trying to protect the fragile being behind it beneath its emaciated body.

There was a hint of hesitation in G'oein's eyes, she needed the old savage with the altar key to live, but she was not willing to stop her flock, which would cause her to suffer some backlash.

The backlash wasn't serious, but here, with Barr and Zarik on the lookout, it was deadly.

The crows swooped down, frantically before the old man could protect the frightened female savage behind him.

In the face of unstoppable destruction, are you still stubbornly and persistently guarding with your body?

At the moment when the crows finally pounced on the female savage, a flash of light flashed there, a blue light that was dense and intense, emitting endless radiation.

Luo thought of the scene that had happened in the Lost Trench, and of the scene where his timid companion trembled violently while still firmly protecting himself under his body.

Spatial shifting was once again used by him without hesitation, and even the secret he had used to deal with the ghost ice leeches was completely exposed to everyone's field of vision.

The black-pressed crows swooped into the intense blue light, like spring snow in boiling water, and melted away in large swaths.

The blue light appeared abruptly and existed for a short time, but it was enough to completely destroy the black crows that pounced on them.

As for the old man and the child beside him, whether they would mutate due to radiation, Luo didn't think about it.

Even if it mutates, the fate of the Servant Clan will not be more sighing than it is now.

"You're looking for death!"

Most of Ge Oin's crow flock was destroyed by Luo, which made her murderous intent for Luo finally burst out irrepressibly.

"Sir Geonin, are you trying to destroy Uncle Barr's key to the altar?"

Luo and the Dark Wizard looked at each other and said coldly.

From Zarik's words, from the old orc who walked out of the cave alone, obviously to "sue for peace", Lowe had received enough information. So, he didn't mind borrowing a little more from Barr's momentum.

Ge Oin was silent.

She couldn't use the excuse that it was just a small accident to prevaricate Baal, and Barr and Zarik should have guessed that Geoin was not very willing to let them finally complete the sacrificial ritual.

Luo picked up the old savage, and sent the curious little savage back to the cave where countless servants were lying on his stomach, before he walked back, bowed his head again and began to meditate.

Next, is it time to choose a sacrificial beast? Will there still be that insect swinging on your fingers?