As a result of the injury, I lost my energy, and my body stiffened like a statue.

The corpses of the invaders were roasted bit by bit by a huge bonfire, and the orcs were still dancing and dancing, and I was placed on a high platform by them.

Their agitated movements made their sweat wet the ground, and their muscular bodies writhed their clumsy skulls.

Later, when the bonfire went out, they fell to their knees and whispered.

In the audience, an elderly orc old man was skillfully skinning a woman, and her flesh was torn little by little under the screams of pain.

Until she died, she was drenched in blood, like those invaders who had died in battle, pressed to the ground, gnawed alive, the flesh of her body and face torn unevenly, and red bubbles blew out from between her lips and bloody teeth.

The woman who had been stripped of her skin, the wind ruffled her long hair, and the blood flowed down the strands of red water in a hand.

Sacrifices require many women, and the skins of the women they have peeled off are picked up by the savage orcs and draped over themselves, and then dance around me. They are rhythmic, and it seems that the savage excitement of running turns into an elegant artistic dance.

Slowly, they stopped, and one of them stepped forward, opened his mouth, and began to tear at the mangled artificial skin on my body.

I didn't have any pain, but a fear arose in my heart.

Next, the hungry priest ate the pieces of skin from my body into his stomach, leaving behind a bronze skeleton.

Another old priest tried to drape the skins that had been peeled from the woman's body on me in turn.

The thick blood streaks stuck to the mechanical body, and the woman's sagging breast skin folded and folded against her chest, which was very uncomfortable.

The old orc man stood up, looking up to the sky, and then all the orcs stood up.

I think they must have growled, I've seen dogs bark, and more than once.

The night was still black, and the sky was not torn apart by the roar.

The roar soon ended, and except for two or three orcs who raised their torches and stood guard beside me, the rest returned to their tents made of animal skins, and savage moans were heard.

I can take a break, undisturbed by them, quietly contemplating how to escape, hoping for a miracle.

On the seventh day of the savage ritual, she appeared.

She was carried to me by a group of orcs. It was a grand sacrifice, and the herd, led by the elders, gathered around a small altar, swaying frantically from side to side before kneeling. The sacrificial elders chose women and gnomes, in front of me.

The flames lit up the woman's face. Through her long hair, I could see a scar on her fair face.

The scar is clear, and there is a deep attraction to me, but I don't know why?

Not far away, an emaciated dwarf orc roared wildly, throbbing like a struggle. To stop it, several strong orcs pushed it to the ground.

The dwarf was annoyed and bit down on a hand that was blocking it. Bitten orcs punch and kick the gnomes.

The woman in front of her, she lay motionless, letting the flames scorch.

The old orc man began to sharpen the knife left over from the period of human civilization, shining, and the sharpening became brighter and brighter.

It's going to skin her. A orc walked up and filled a bamboo tube with transparent water that flowed clearly through the corners of the woman's mouth.

Gradually, the woman became weak and weak, and the woman fell unconscious, and the elder loosened the ropes from the woman's body, allowing her to lie down peacefully and begin to peel the skin. There was no screaming, no resistance, and the flesh seemed to have become something outside the woman's body. The sacrificial elder skillfully and lightly cut through the skin with a knife, and blood flowed out, and I could clearly see the red lines left by the knife cutting through the skin.

The lines slid from her ankles and spread to her beautiful face.

Later, the elders began to tear brutally and carefully.

The poor woman's body trembled, she should still feel it, the orcs under the altar were indifferent to this, and the murderous orc elder held up the woman's skin and carefully draped it on me, helpless, I could only watch the beasts roar to the sky like a statue, motionless.

Now, there are no bonfires lit by firewood and grass, and the rock-hewn recesses are filled with elephant fat.

A spark can start a prairie fire. Flames rose on the pool at once. The orcs gloated over the red green fireworks with graceful and wild dances.

The bloody flesh of the skinned woman trembled convulsively, the gnome shuddered and screamed, and the rope strangled blood from the gnome's naked skin. The gnome's screams were in vain. It could only watch as the woman's blood snaked like a thin stream of water on the high platform.

The surface of the lake not far away was dark blue, and the wind blew the ice floe, and a large cool breeze hit the altar, and I watched them struggle in pain but could not save their lives, and I could only watch the beasts roar to the sky like statues, motionless.

Looking up, a star in the sky instantly burned into a fireball.

(Note:  犭人, read ren: It means that life is a process of fighting between human nature and animal desires.) This word refers to a person who is in a state of bestiality. ）