In the closed chamber, the two men, who were unconscious and awake, were fixed in the center of the secret room by rough ropes from all sides, and under their bodies, the cumbersome magic array quietly bloomed with an obscure and faint light.

The same two circular magic arrays are connected, and the appearance is roughly the same as blood for blood, but it is more cumbersome and the spell is longer.

The beautiful boy who woke up was always crying and screaming, and Charles would have tried to knock him out if he could. But it's like the victim has to stay awake when blood for blood, and now its upgraded version is completely reversed.

The recipient must remain awake.

So in the end, Charles had to gag his mouth with a rag.

The candlelight of the secret room flickered, and under the sound of gloomy and trivial spells, the light here seemed to be dimmed because of this, and everyone outside the door waited cautiously, and some of those who had experienced the battle of Luanhe City were even more sensitive to the upcoming scene.

Unlike last time, however, there were no screams or other strange noises, only spells, except spells.

Or is there some sound of running water?

Many people think they heard it wrong, but in fact, it was the sound of running water.

"Did you bring water in there?"

"I don't remember."

Muttering, they couldn't help but look at each other.

……

It was actually the sound of bloodshed.

As the spell sounded, the blood that had been slowly spilling out of the victim's wounds where the limbs were cut suddenly accelerated, and at the same time, unlike normal bleeding, with the spell and the obscure light of the magic array under him, the liquid flowing out of his body gradually changed.

From the original bright red, to the dark red, to the deep black, purple, and finally the color completely changed to gray!

Gray blood flowed rapidly from the wounds on the limbs, and the bodies of the victims also dried up and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally, the cold wind inexplicably struck, and the victims who turned into dried corpses strangely turned into dust and were blown out of the magic array.

And those strange liquids flowing from his body flowed quietly in the symbol gullies of the magic array!

Compared with the former female savage, this one is walking very peacefully, but it is even more weird.

After he vanished, the sound of the spell continued, and the gray blood that flowed and spread within the circle of magic emitted bursts of mist of the same color.

Sticky and tumbling, the mist emanating in the blood floats and gathers together, like dark clouds in the sky, but darker and deeper than the clouds.

As soon as this special mist appeared, it suddenly pounced on the opposite veil, wrapped his whole body, and swarmed into it along the slashed wounds on his limbs!

The gray mist is scattered in four parts, like four gloomy poisonous snakes, constantly burrowing into the target in the dim candlelight, or like a moth, quickly hollowing out the flesh and blood of the sardine, and then occupying it.

Half an hour later, all the mist burrowed into Satin's body, and the sound of the spell came to an abrupt end.

[You have launched a substitution of death ritual, target Night's Watch Satin]

【Successful Ceremony】

[Under the influence of the power of death, your spell has mutated]

……

After the ceremony, the chamber fell silent, and the candle flame returned to normal, flickering slightly with a dim light to dispel the darkness around it.

Staring at the red-skinned night watch boy lying on the ground in front of him, Charles groaned slightly.

He knew that the original Death Ritual could block an attack, whether lethal or non-lethal, for the recipient

However, he didn't know anything about the mutated abilities right now.

As he stayed longer and longer, more and more converts from the north came, and his authority to die had awakened.

It is even more surprising that this beautiful night watchman boy also believes in the Seven Gods.

So much so that Charles didn't expect the mutation.

Normally, spell mutations are a good thing, because they represent more exotic and powerful abilities.

For now, however, it doesn't seem appropriate

After all, all he wanted now was to die in place, but he didn't ask for more.

"I hope to change for the better, otherwise I have to find someone again."

Muttering, he crouched down in front of the sleeping boy and slashed at his arm with a silver dagger.

As with normal injuries, blood spilled from Satin's arm, which had been cut by the dagger. However, just as Charles frowned at this, everything suddenly changed before him.

The cut by his own hands has gathered back at a speed that is visible to the naked eye!

This is not the most surprising.

The most surprising thing was that the wound that had been restored to its original state did not look the color of new flesh after healing, nor the healthy ruddy color of his current time, but a slightly rough white.

Before the ceremony, his original complexion!

"This ......"

I looked at this dish that should be normal, but the skin tone in other places was very abnormal, and then looked at the ruddy glow of Satin's cheeks, arms, and legs.

Charles couldn't help but slash him in the arm again.

It's the same situation.

Two-knife, three-knife, four-knife......

The situation remains the same.

After each wound heals, it will change to the original appearance before the ceremony, and at the same time, this part will also lose the white and red after the ceremony.

……

Castle Black prepares for a fight, and the enemies outside the Wall also discuss the matter in tents made of animal skins.

An ordinary-looking, gray-haired, middle-aged man sat on a low stool by the campfire and listened quietly. Around him, several wild men dressed in heavy fur clothes were discussing loudly.

"I've drunk a lot, but I'm not confused, and Santoro can only be a shadow lynx, but how old is he? We can't sacrifice him! A bearded man said this, and a pregnant woman with a big belly frowned not far from the drunken body.

A middle-aged bald man in snow bear fur beside him said disapprehantly, "Young? If he can't enter the Great Wall, what is the difference between him and the old man? ”

The bearded man retorted: "If we fail, we can also enter the Great Wall, the crows have already promised." ”

"Yes, they promised. Only if the laws of the Green Lands are followed. Become a kneeling person? When will the freedmen agree to such conditions? ”

"That's right, if you want me to kneel, you might as well die!" Some agree with Snow Bearskin.

"We can't be kneeling." Another ugly female savage with a pockmarked face said disdainfully: "The green land has lost the favor of the old gods, and their so-called wizards are just some tricks to fool people, and there is no way to compare with us!" ”

Hearing this, others couldn't help nodding, and the tense atmosphere was much more relaxed.

Although the living environment north of the Great Wall is cruel, it is not without its benefits.

Shapeshifters, for example, have become a legend south of the Wall, but the Savage tribes north of the Wall are still occasionally able to have one or two gifted children.

There are no shapeshifters south of the Great Wall, and there are no powerful wizards, and although the savages live outside the fortress, the news is not completely closed, and they are quite sure about it, so they make this request.

"But I wonder why the crows would agree, they know ......" Someone wondered, but seeing that they were a little off topic, the middle-aged man at the head, who had been listening quietly, suddenly plucked the lute in his arms and interrupted him.

"There is no need to think about this, since an agreement has been reached, the most important thing now is who to send."

As soon as these words came out, the topic returned to the beginning, and the surrounding wildling leaders glanced at each other, and then fell into a quarrel.

"My suggestion is Polo, he is old and has few years to live."

"Although the Polo area is old, it has a lot of combat experience, and it will be of some help to us after we cross the Great Wall."

"That's right, everything is strange after the Great Wall, and battle is certainly inevitable; And there's that damn wretch, ......"

"I still propose Santoro, he can only ......"

"Santoro can't do it!"

……

The noise of the tent crept through the tent spread outside, and in the woods not far away, the atmosphere between the parties in the mouths of the leaders of the savages was delicate.

They stand with their chests crossed, or leaning against the trunk of a tree, or crouching on the ground, or looking down at their feet.

Everyone listened with their ears pricked up to listen to the situation in the tent, but after a long time, there was no concrete result.

In the middle of the day, someone suggested, "Let's make our own decisions." ”

"Okay, who's going?"

"Lots?"

"Good way, it's fairest."

"Thorn, go find lots."

……

The wildlings didn't have that many curves, so the proposal quickly gained almost everyone's approval. However, before they could begin their movements, a short, gray-haired old man with round shoulders suddenly spoke.

"I'm against it!"

As the most powerful of all the shapeshifters, the short old man doesn't want an accident to happen to him, so of course the risky thing like drawing lots must be put away.

Then, under all the disgruntled gazes, he snorted coldly and looked at the weakest of them all, Santoro.

"Santoro, after the beheading, you enter the bobcat's body, and I will make your cat mine so that you can live inside me."

The short old man said, his tone as a matter of course.

"Why am I?" The young and even immature Santoro asked indignantly.

Shapeshifters are somewhat similar to the druids that Charles remembers, possessing a strange affinity for animals that allow them to transfer their spirituality into animals, whether they are wolves, eagles, bears, pigs, or cats.

In normal times, they rely on it to control all kinds of animals, whether it is combat, reconnaissance, or even tracking threats.

And if they encounter a life-and-death crisis, they will not die immediately, and the detached spirit will quickly transfer to their animal companions to continue to survive.

It's just that this kind of survival will not last very long, and in a few months or so, it will be unconsciously assimilated by the beast, and the memory will dissipate, and it will become a real beast.

It's no different from dying.

So even though it wasn't an instant death, no one wanted to do this kind of errand. Santoro is still young, and naturally it is no exception.

Unfortunately, there are some things that he can't do if he wants to.

"If you don't go, I'll kill you now." The short old man said lightly.

Santoro was furious when he heard this, but he knew that he couldn't deal with the six-shaped man who had been rampant among the wild people for a long time, so he glanced around as if asking for help, hoping that someone else would come out and say something for him.

No one spoke for him, and in the face of his gaze, everyone looked away.

After all, compared to the risky thing of drawing lots, it is their best choice to make it clear that someone is going to die.