The wind was howling outside, but inside the cave it was warm. Every ten meters or so of walking, you can always see a torch made of human leg bones in the crack in the stone above your head. The tops of these bone torches are coated with secret animal oil, which can continue to burn for a day and a night. Don't worry about insufficient lighting at all.

The male wizard walked at the front of the group, he seemed to be very familiar with the environment inside the cave, and constantly told those behind him to follow closely and not to fall behind. Along with Aram were four other barbarians, also two men and two women. Like puppets that have lost their souls, they move forward little by little with lifeless heavy steps. Aran and Miraya followed at the back of the group. As the two walked, they observed the situation inside the cave with their peripheral vision. This mysterious cave seems to have been used for a long time. There are many strange runes and some incomprehensible circle patterns carved on the rock face, and at some forks in the road, you can also see handmade stone arches.

The group walked along the deep and winding tunnel for more than ten minutes, but still did not reach the end. The deeper you go, the stronger the evil aura becomes, and the gusts of yin wind blowing from the depths of the cave can't help but make Aran feel creepy.

After continuing to walk for a few minutes, everyone finally came to a relatively open cave. The cave was apparently formed naturally, with hundreds of stalactites hanging from the roof of the cave dozens of meters high. In the center of the cave is a square altar made of white bones. The High Priest was sitting upright on the altar with his eyes closed, while the other five bone mages sat around the altar chanting incantations they couldn't understand. Directly in front of the altar is a pool of blood dug by hand. The dark red blood had apparently been injected not long ago, and a pungent fishy stench could be smelled from afar.

The male wizard led the six sacrifices, walked directly to the white bone altar, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, the high priest, these six clansmen are the living sacrifices carefully prepared for you by your subordinates, may the priest's body recover soon." ”

"You're doing a great job, go down. Remember to send twenty-four more living sacrifices tomorrow this time. The flattery of the sorcerer did not alleviate any pain for the high priest. The High Priest's eyes were still closed, and although the frost on his right shoulder had largely melted, it would be difficult for the High Priest's magic to return to the state it was in before the battle with Wren for the next five years, as the cold had seeped into his lungs. If it weren't for the barbarian tribes' steady stream of human sacrifices for him to ingest, it would have been difficult to save his life.

Is this the High Priest?

Through the masked Aran's gaze, he secretly shifted to the Bone Altar. What caught his eye was a skinny old man. With a bloodless pale face, tired and weak, it seemed that an ordinary person could easily kill him. But Aram knew that it was not the time to do it, so it was not too late to find out what they were doing in this cave.

"Twenty-four living sacrifices!" the male wizard's voice inadvertently revealed embarrassment after hearing the high priest's command.

"Is there a problem?" the high priest suddenly opened his eyes and glared at the male wizard who was questioning. If the gaze could kill people, the male wizard would have been killed by the high priest a thousand times.

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, the wizard quickly fell to his knees tremblingly. "No problem, Lord Priest. The subordinates will definitely be able to gather a sufficient number of living sacrifices tomorrow. The male wizard said this, but in his heart he secretly complained. Twenty-four living sacrifices are not so easy to assemble? Only some people with special bones are eligible to be sacrificed. And this part of the population accounted for only one-sixth of the entire number of savage tribes.

In addition to the physical requirements, there are also very strict rules on the age and gender of the live sacrifices. Generally, one male and one female are the most basic units. Twenty-four living sacrifices meant that there had to be twelve men and twelve women. The number of people must be strictly matched, and if there is one more male, or one less female, the task will not be completed. If the number of men and women meets the requirements, the age requirement must be met at the end. The age of the living sacrifice must be from the oldest to the youngest, and it must include all ages. And this last requirement is the most difficult to meet today.

The total number of barbarian armies on this expedition was about 25,000 men. The vast majority of them are young and vigorous men, but there are also a few women who work in special logistics jobs, and children are even rarer. War was not an activity for women and children in the first place. But in the harsh north, the barbarian tribes are also the same as the Snowy Country, in order to adapt the tribe to the brutal struggle as soon as possible, some strong people will also let their young sons experience the baptism of war in advance, so as to gain an advantage in the future competition.

Among the sacrifices given to the high priest yesterday were the children of the barbarian chiefs. This is still a hard gun by means of coercion and temptation. And now there are not many children to provide, and even if they contribute their own children, it will be difficult to meet the high priest's request, the male wizard thought helplessly.

"It's good that you know, if you can't get together a sufficient number of living sacrifices, not only will it be difficult for me to recover from my injuries, but even the Great Bone Array will not be able to sustain it. If the army of the Snow Country succeeds in breaking through, all our previous efforts will be in vain. ”

The high priest's answer was like a storm in Syria's heart. Sure enough, just as my father guessed, there was a considerable price to be paid to maintain that white bone jungle. Without enough living sacrifices, the High Priest could not continue to perform his Secret Bone Technique. The jungle of bones outside the valley will definitely be self-defeating. Aram was eager to fly back to the camp and tell his father the important news. But he thought about it, wouldn't it be better to take advantage of this perfect opportunity to kill the White Bone High Priest directly.

"Alright, stand down. Half an hour later, bring me the rest of the offerings. The High Priest closed his eyes again.

"Yes!" the wizard nodded in agreement. He left the cave with a sad look on his face.

In front of the gloomy white bone altar, there were only four lifeless living sacrifices and disguised Aram and Miraya. The High Priest's mouth began to recite unintelligible magic spells.

Aran secretly reached behind his back, and the Wind God Blade Phantom Sky was hidden by him under Mai. As long as he gets closer, he will be able to kill the evil bone priest in front of him by surprise.

Suddenly, Aran felt a jolt beneath his feet. Something seemed to be stirring in the pool of blood. Aran quickly aimed the Wind God Blade in the direction of the High Priest. The position he is in now is not the best attack distance for the Wind God Blade. Whether he can kill the high priest with one blow, Aram has no bottom in his heart.

Just as Aram hesitated, two white columns slowly rose from the pool of blood in front of the altar. The sacrifices present all raised their heads in disbelief, and Aram's eyes were drawn to the sight in front of them. I saw that these two columns, which were constantly growing upward, were actually made of thousands of human skulls. All of the skulls are face outwards and have different expressions. There are those who are sad, those who are surprised, those who are angry, and those who cry. Each skull seems to tell the story of the unspeakable resentment before death.

The two columns, which were made of skulls, grew to a height of five or six meters before coming to an abrupt end. Immediately after that, the blood in the pool became boiling like boiling water. The blood-red liquid leaped out of the pool and transformed into four tentacles as thick as pythons. Four dark red tentacles quickly wrapped around the waists of two of the adult sacrificers, dragging them onto the bone column.

Perhaps realizing that their lives were coming to an end, the two living sacrificers struggled and cried, completely failing to show the consciousness that a victim should have. The Blood Tentacles bound the limbs of both men firmly to the bone column for the final step of the ritual of sacrifice.

Two bone mages slowly stepped down from the Bone Altar, each holding a blade made of human bone. The Bone Mage pressed the blade against the chest of the living sacrifice, expertly slicing through the burlap garment of the sacrificer. The sharp bone blade cut through the skin and muscles, and the huge wound extended from the trachea to the abdomen.

Yin Hong's blood gathered into a straight line, and was poured into the pool of blood along with the internal organs. Ignoring the screams of the sacrificer, the Bone Mage quickly inserted his hand into the sacrifice's body, and then jerked outward. A complete skeleton was pulled out alive. The flesh that remained on the bone cylinder was devoured by the crimson tentacles.

"Woo......" Aran resisted the urge to vomit, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Although he had heard all kinds of terrifying rumors from the Evil Bone Tribe before, when he saw this cruel and bloody scene with his own eyes, Aran still felt that his heart seemed to be unable to bear it. In order to achieve their ambitions, can they so recklessly mutilate a life? Even if it is the enemy who is sacrificed, it is unforgivable. An irrepressible anger ignited in Aram's eyes.

The White Bone Mage dragged the two bloody skeletons, presented his hands to the High Priest, and whispered, "Lord Priest, please enjoy." ”

The high priest stretched out his claws like dead branches and pressed them against the two still trembling skeletons. The skeleton of the sacrificer immediately turned into two white phosphorescences, which slowly flowed into the high priest's body.

Immediately afterwards, the high priest, who was emitting white phosphorus fire from all over his body, was like a charred corpse that had been ignited, making a crackling sound when the flames burned, and the scene was extremely strange and terrifying. The remaining two living sacrifices were already on their knees in fright. The whole body trembled, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

After a few seconds, the phosphorus fire gradually extinguished. The high priest was also restored to his original appearance. He exhaled a breath of white air gently, and a white mist-like crystal immediately condensed in the transparent air.

"It's so refreshing. Bring me the other two sacrifices as well. Like a drug addict, the High Priest's eyes shot a greedy gaze. Fresh and intact bones are the best tonic for the high priest, and after absorbing the energy on the sacrifice, the high priest has forced out some of the cold poison in his body, and the pain on his face has also been alleviated a lot.

Bright red tentacles burst out of the pool of blood again, rolling up the other two sacrificers kneeling beside Aran and Miraya, dragging them towards the bone column. The pair of savage men and women who were taken as living sacrifices let out a mournful cry before dying. The groans of pain echoed in the cavern for a long time. Such a cruel and bloody sacrificial ritual finally ignited the anger in Aran's heart.

"Do it, Miraya!" Araham couldn't bear to lift the mask from his head, revealing short silver-white hair and a delicate face. The Wind God Blade, which had been hidden under the burlap coat, also slashed at the High Priest himself, who was sitting high on the altar.