I have to say, this is human nature.

Before the end of life, you may be able to face death calmly, but once you know that you still have hope of living, and you can obtain the young body and great strength you dream of, your mentality will change, and you will gradually develop in the direction of paranoia and madness.

What is even more terrifying is that it is possible that Umon himself was not aware of this change, and took this twisted and cruel ambition for granted.

Before arriving at the celebration venue, the people had regrouped, densely gathered around the campfire, and it looked like they had been waiting for a long time. It's just that the scope is less than one-third of what it was at the beginning.

Finding that the number of people was much smaller than he had imagined, Wumeng's face was a little worried.

"Why is there only so little, and there is not even half of it?"

More than ten years ago, he performed four times before he succeeded, but now there are almost 30,000 or 40,000 people left in the venue......

Facing the angry Umeng, several leaders wept and said with sad faces.

"But Da Wu Zhu, we have done our best!"

Don't blame them for not giving their best, how can this kind of thing tell the truth, if they knew that they were running here to die, it is estimated that they would not even be able to get together a hundred people, they completely coaxed and deceived to get so many people.

Umeng seemed to know this, too, and when he saw the pleading of the crowd, his face softened slightly, and he turned his attention to another issue.

"What about the others?"

However, several leaders looked at each other, but they didn't know how to answer, until Umeng was a little impatient, and a bold leader who was related to him came out and said.

"Da Wu Zhu, some of them escaped in the night, and the other part stayed not far away after leaving, and said, don't want them to die, dare to come, and fight with us."

It was also at this time that Umon noticed that there were so many missing leaders who came, and he immediately understood what was going on.

"Damn, these short-sighted stupid pigs dare to mistake me!"

Obviously, not everyone agreed with him, and upon his return, the few missing tribal leaders had already parted ways with him, preferring to leave at the risk of not being supplied and fighting rather than sacrificing themselves.

It's really a group of idiots who don't have a big picture, don't you know that only in this way can you save the tribe and complete the great cause of dominating the grassland!

Looking at Wumeng's annoyed and angry look, Nanshan, who was standing next to him, wanted to laugh. But in the end, I held back, after all, it's not very good to get cheap and then sell well, in the final analysis, they are also working hard and sacrificing for their own strengthening cause, at least a little respect is still needed.

After knowing that there was only so much necessary material for the ritual, Umeng's psychological pressure became very great, and in order to ensure the success rate, Nanshan was arranged to the end.

Because the most critical part of the wolf god bloodline awakening ritual, in addition to the drawing of the wolf pattern, is to transform nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people into essence blood that can be effectively absorbed by the human body.

In this process, it is necessary to let those people pour toxic potions in advance, and then bathe in the brilliance of the moon and the greedy wolf star at the same time. After that, with the guidance of the power of starlight, he communicated with the wolf god imprint that existed in the depths of his own spirit. With His help, he used the medicinal properties that had begun to exert themselves to activate the bloodlines of those people, and when the strange power in their bodies could no longer be controlled, everyone would slowly turn into a mass of blood mixed with a small amount of essence blood.

Fortunately, the weather is good tonight, there are no clouds and fog, and the moon and countless stars in the sky can be clearly seen, and Wumeng can rest assured that the ritual can be carried out, according to the last experience, the most difficult thing in this is to communicate with the wolf god imprint that exists in the depths of consciousness.

After all, if you want to make tens of thousands of people turn into blood at the same time, and then separate the essence blood with rich powers, it is almost impossible to do it in terms of manpower. Even with his current strength, he can't do one-tenth of it, and he must rely on the guidance of the wolf god and the power of the ubiquitous starlight to do it.

If this communication cannot be maintained during the process, the isolated sperm and blood will easily be mixed with the toxicity of the medicine and impurities that have no effect, which will greatly affect the success rate of the ritual.

But fortunately, it seems that the process of the ritual itself will enhance the spiritual communication between him and the wolf god imprint, and the more times he comes, the more he can feel that his connection with the wolf god imprint becomes closer, and even with the help of this spiritual feedback connection, afterwards, his strength will improve a lot.

The two unlucky ghosts in the front line had no idea that they had become expendables for accumulating experience, and when they were carried to the middle, they looked very excited.

"Da Wu Zhu, are you going to start?"

"Hmm." Umon nodded.

The potions had already been prepared in advance, and even if there was no accident today, he would have used them on those slaves from tomorrow night, and now he had just switched the subjects.

"Dear clansmen, this is a special potion I have made for you, as long as you drink it, you can gain great strength, and those Han people don't have to worry about it at all......"

In order to prevent anyone from leaving, regretting, or causing trouble during the ceremony, Umeng coldly tricked everyone into drinking the green potion.

Nanshan really wants to ask, so what about the price?

However, these Wuhuan people do not doubt him.

Just like the precious potion that the Central Plains used to help stimulate the power of the bloodline, the grassland is no exception, but this kind of thing is generally in the hands of the witches, and it is rarely seen by others. Therefore, now that they encounter this legendary precious item in their own hands, they can bear it and simply drink it.

Seeing this, Wumeng finally put his mind at ease and showed a satisfied smile: "Very good, now you don't have to worry about any more accidents." ”

Due to the toxicity of this potion, and the fact that it stimulates the hidden lich bloodline in the body, the effect of drinking it is the same as that of alcohol poisoning.

In less than a few minutes, the Wuhuan people present became blushing one by one, their necks were thick, their bodies were staggering, and they were almost delirious, unable to make any effective response to the outside world at all.

Several tribal leaders who also saw this scene only felt extremely sad.

Each of these is the seeds of the future of the tribe, and it turns out that it did not die by the sword of the enemy, but at the hands of its own people. But they didn't dare to say anything at all, they could only hope that they could succeed at one time, otherwise, even if they could be blessed by the wolf god, their people would basically be finished.

Wumeng noticed the expressions of these people, but he didn't say anything, just sneered and said: "You should be happy for them, because only in this way can they get rid of the shackles of the Red Mountain and return to the arms of the wolf god, this is the true belonging of our steppe people." ”

And I don't know if it's his own illusion, Nanshan found a faint green light in Wumeng's eyes.