In this way, a once invincible tiger king was silently devoured by a dark blue bonfire.

Looking at the cheerfully jumping dark blue flames and the black-striped Tiger King who was about to be sent into the passage of the two realms, Mandukir finally felt a strong fear.

This time he didn't dare to threaten anymore, he turned his head in a panic to face the green-skinned orcs of the jungle tribe and begged for mercy: "Let me go!" It's enough for you to sacrifice the three-headed tiger king in blood, no more than me, no less than me, I, I can swear allegiance, I can fight for the jungle tribe, I am a legendary warrior, I, I can do a lot of things, I am useful, I can protect the safety of the tribe, I can expand the territory, you have to believe me, I am willing to swear by the glory of the Amani Empire, I am willing to swear in the name of the ancestors of Zandalara! ”

Although Mandokir was foaming at the mouth, none of the orcs paid attention to him, and the wheels of the car beneath him were still spinning, and there was no intention of stopping.

Wow!

The dark blue flames flickered, and the black-veined tiger king also entered.

Next was the White Light Tiger King, and then it was his turn.

Mandogir's face was even more frightened, and at the same time, a cold sweat broke out, and suddenly he saw Vitruvius, a troll witch doctor sitting on a high platform, who was not concerned about himself and was only watching the show.

Mandokill's eyes lit up, and he felt like he had grasped a life-saving straw.

He tore open his throat and shouted at Vitruvius, "Great Witch Doctor! Lord Vitruvius, the Great Witch Doctor, say a few words for me, we are all trolls, we are all subjects of the Amani Empire, we are all descendants of Zandalara, you can't watch them sacrifice my blood alive. ”

Vitruvius naturally didn't squint, didn't bother to look at him, and killed Mandokiel's blood sacrifice and all the rest of the troll hunters, but he led the way, and for this reason, he also repeatedly complained to the Flat Beast Chieftain that killing people without killing his mouth is equivalent to shit without wiping his ass.

Let my brother say a few words for you? Hey, hey, hey...... You're looking for the wrong person.

Although Vitruvius was not going to pay attention to Mandogir, the dying troll, the orcs of the jungle tribe still respected his opinion very much, and many orcs looked at Vitruvius to ask what he meant.

Even the wheels of the car beneath Mandogir had the meaning of stopping turning.

Vitruvius furrowed his eyebrows and said with displeasure: "Continue the sacrifice, don't be distracted." ”

The last straw was shattered, and Mandogir began to tremble all over his body.

Is it trembling with fear?

Wrong.

Is it trembling with anger?

Not like that.

Vitruvius's pupils narrowed, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

The power of the giant bear opened, and the figure of the troll witch doctor Vitruvius, who was sitting on the high platform, suddenly became larger, and then slapped it in the space bag, and a tile steel tower shield appeared in his hand.

Spell-like skills: Giant Bear Power, Strength Temporary 5, 13 points of power allowed Vitruvius to easily lift the Tile Steel Tower Shield.

Mandokir's body had stopped, but his two blood-red fangs, which had gathered a large amount of elemental power, were even more powerful, and even let out a trembling sound that cut through the air.

Zizizizi......

Bang bang!

Two blood-colored fangs shot straight at Vitruvius with Mandokill's resentment.

At this time, Vitruvius happened to touch the tile steel tower shield.

While!

The two crunched sounds rang out, and Vitruvius was directly knocked to the ground by the two troll fangs, tumbling non-stop.

After seven or eight breaths, Vitruvius sat up from the ground, and he glanced at the tile-steel tower shield with two large holes in his hand, and his face was terrified.

Nima... Fortunately, the brother is witty.

Vitruvius quietly put the two troll fangs into the space bag, this is the big fang of the legendary period troll warrior, but it is a good material for refining the legendary period dagger, since you sent it, brother is welcome.

Mandogir saw that Vitruvius dodged his fangs, and Mandokiel, who had lost his fangs, could only stare at Vitruvius with a resentful expression.

The White Light Tiger King was also sent into the Two Realms Passage, and it was soon Mandokill's turn.

He cried out, "Do you think that if you kill me, Master Akalai will not know what you are doing?" Wait, Lord Akale will avenge me, hahahahaha! ”

In the midst of wild laughter, Mandokir was sent into the Passage of the Two Realms and vanished.

Hearing Mandogir's threatening words, Vitruvius seemed to remember something, and he pulled the orc guard beside him and asked, "Where did the caravan go?" ”

The orc guard was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment and said, "After the caravan and Mandukir separated, they immediately set off for the return of the caravan. ”

Vitruvius muttered, "Are you back?" ”

At this time, the ancestor sacrifice has reached the **, and he can no longer be allowed to think about it.

The three surviving Tiger Kings and a legendary Troll Warrior were sent into the Passage of the Two Realms, and the original dark blue flames almost completely turned into a strange blood red.

In this large area of blood red, the figures of one magnificent orc warrior after another gradually emerged.

Without exception, these orc warriors are all orc warriors in the legendary period, and some are even at the peak of the world like the Thirteen Great Witches, and the time for them to advance to the legend was even before the beast god Oak became a god, and there was no brute totem at that time, and naturally there was no shortcut to advance to the legend by voluntary sacrifice.

The ancestors of these orcs all once possessed extraordinary powers, reaching heights that were beyond the reach of future generations.

The Flat Beast Chief knelt before the spirits of the ancestors, praying loudly for them to grant the tribe's orc warriors great power.

Through the blood-red firelight, the ancestral spirits looked at the orcs participating in the sacrifice from another world, their eyes full of encouragement and praise.

Immediately after that, the blood-red flame contracted and disappeared very quickly, the guiding fire quickly returned to a dark blue, and the figure of the ancestor spirit quickly dimmed and disappeared, and the ancient ancestor spirit appeared and then disappeared quickly, giving people a very unreal feeling

At this time, the four brute beast totems began to emerge with extremely thick plasma.

A gift from the spirits of the orc ancestors - the blood of warriors!

All the orcs, including Vitruvius, unbuttoned their shirts and began to sing and dance around the beast totem.

Then, under the command of the four old orcs, they slapped and slapped bloody handprints on themselves.

The flesh and soul of this sacrifice made the ancestral spirits particularly satisfied, so the blood of the warriors that came out was extremely large, and Vitruvius directly slapped eight slap prints on his chest, and the overlapping blood handprints almost turned his chest purple.

Finally, the song was over, the fire of guidance returned to normal flames, and the brute totem pole no longer gushed the blood of warriors.

Finally, the Flat Beast Chief spoke, and the orcs shouted in unison: "For the tribe!" ”

The ancestor sacrifice is completed.