A thick darkness swirled around a large tree embraced by ten people, and it was not until it was close to the canopy that the darkness slowly stopped.

The darkness wriggled and transformed into a bewitching woman in a black robe, standing on a branch.

Her eyes were as narrow as willow leaves, but her lips were scarlet like blood, like a dangerous viper.

The slender palm of the bewitching woman brushed the thick trunk, and a trace of black gas overflowed from her fingers, and the rough bark pieces fell off where the black gas went, and the sliding bark turned into fine dust and drifted away before it hit the ground.

The smooth trunk beneath the bark reveals an elaborate and intricate pattern in which a trapped, ribbed winged serpent can be found in the pattern.

On the body of the feathered serpent, there are eight holes of various sizes.

The bewitching woman took out eight gems of different colors, all of which were filled with a thick bloody aura, and when she filled the holes one by one, the trapped feathered serpent seemed to come to life, and its eyes stared at her with a faint glow.

Her body trembled slightly.

The glimmer of light vanished, and the pattern on the trunk disappeared, and a half-human-tall dark hollow appeared where the original pattern appeared.

The serpent-like woman hesitated for a moment, then took off her black robe, revealing an incomparably graceful body, tattooed on her snow-white skin a feathered serpent that resembled the pattern, the head of the feathered serpent was located in the center of her back, and its slender body passed through his waist and circled her body twice, extending to her lower abdomen.

Then, the woman disappeared into the deep hollow of the tree.

As the mysterious woman activated the intricate pattern, a mysterious octagonal altar slowly awoke from its slumber in the depths of the Miracle Forest.

The altar is magnificent and majestic, and the stone staircase that ascends the altar is full of traces of time, and time seems to stand still here, not even leaving any traces of plant growth here, nor any demonic beast dares to approach.

In the center of the altar stands a large statue of Quetzalcoatl, a winged god who looks down on the forest in silence.

The statue of Quetzalcoatl is so full of vicissitudes and antiquity that anyone who looks at it can't help but want to kneel at its feet.

Beneath it knelt eight halflings of various shapes holding staffs, as if bowing down to their supreme god.

The halflings are lifelike, the subtleties of the skin are clearly visible, except for the heart, which is a hollow front and back.

As the bewitching woman placed the gem into the hole, the huge altar suddenly trembled slightly.

Immediately after, one red streamer after another streaked across the sky and landed on the hollow heart of these halfling statues.

After the red streamer dissipated, beating hearts were revealed in the hollow of the heart.

Then the statues trembled, and fine cracks spread all over their bodies, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.

The kneeling statue came to life, and the gray stone pieces fell off, revealing the deep breath of the pious who enveloped it.

They slowly raised their heads, looked up at the Tall Quetzalcoatl with a fanatical look, and began to pray, continuing the unfinished sacrifice!

"Lord of Blood, Haka!"

"The god of the Quetzalcoatl, Haka!"

"Lord of Death, Haka!"

......

The fervent prayers of the resurrected Haka priests echoed above the altar until a rustling sound could be heard from the statue of Quetzalcoatl.

The first priest on the right took out a golden dagger and pierced the beating heart in his chest, and the blood containing a rich aura of energy slowly flowed out of the dagger, but instead of falling to the ground, it merged into a extinguished brazier in front of them.

A dark red flame suddenly ignited in the brazier, and the Hakka priest's expression became more and more frenzied.

When there was no more blood coming out of his heart, he drew his dagger and handed it to the next priest.

The dagger stabbed into the heart again, blood pouring in, making the flames in the brazier burn even more intensely.

The temperature around the altar was getting colder and colder.

When the eight priests poured the blood of their hearts into the brazier in turn, the blazing flames in the brazier had risen into the sky, and the huge flames nearly ten meters high twisted in the air.

Quetzalcoatl's vague figure appeared in the flames, letting out a long roar at the priest.

"I feel the breath of betrayers and sacrifices, to bring them back, I need blood, spirit and life!"

The flames in the brazier slowly receded, and the eight priests got up and came to the edge of the altar, stood in each of the eight corners, raised the staff in their hands, and began the sacrifice.

"The God of Quetzalcoatl...... Haka of the Gods...... Blood King...... Haka ...... Juggernaut ...... Jaca ......"

The sound of the sacrifice spread far away, and the response to the sacrifice was soon heard from the depths of the forest.

A strong golden sphinx made its way through the forest to the bottom of the altar, then prostrate on its ground.

The Golden Sphinx was originally a magical beast with an extremely violent personality, but at this moment, it restrained all its rebelliousness and was as docile as a kitten.

A sacrificial staff was pointed, and the Quetzalcoatl idol at the tip of the staff opened its mouth, and a dark green beam of light shot into the golden sphinx's eyebrows, leaving a vivid mark of Quetzalcoatl.

The sphinx's eyes turned dark green, let out a low roar from deep in its throat, and then turned away, quickly disappearing into the depths of the forest.

Soon after the sphinx vanished, a swarthy red-tailed scorpion and a one-eyed demon wolf came to the altar and prostrate themselves on the ground, waiting for the Haka priest to issue the oracle of the true god.

No Warcraft can resist this summoning, and then only the most powerful Warcraft are qualified to approach it.

A demonic beast with a deep breath felt the call from the altar and prostrated under the altar.

If anyone is here, they will find that in addition to being equally powerful, these magical beasts have one thing in common, that is, they all have an equally obscure aura in their bodies.

It was the breath of blood.

Elsewhere in the forest, two of Grimm's puppets slew a flame-spitting Red Flame Tiger before finding a fragmented energy crystal in its heart.

This was the seventeenth energy crystal that Green had found.

At first, Green was also caught off guard by these sudden attacks of the demonic beasts, but if he didn't resist the demonized items, he was almost swallowed by a giant python.

Just as Green was about to go deeper, he accidentally found two other Crimson Blade apprentices, one was Fink, an apprentice of the frost department, and the other was the blood of Lord Garton, Veron.

"Green!"

Just as Green was about to avoid it, Fink spotted Green and shouted at him.

Green paused and looked at the two of them warily, in many cases, people were far more dangerous than monsters.

"It's dangerous here, maybe we can act together, and Veron's alchemy potion can help us avoid a lot of danger. Fink, who knew the strength of the puppet Green, didn't care about his guard, and still smiled and invited Green to join.

"No, I'm more used to being alone. Green directly refused.

Fink couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, and Wei Long did snort coldly, a little displeased

"Someone saw you with that Ron, where was he?"

"You think I'm going to tell you?" Greenpi glanced at Veron with a smile, if it weren't for the dangers in the Miracle Forest, he would have liked to teach this kind of guy who was accustomed to arrogance how to talk to him in another way.

"Ten combat potions. Wei Long did not become angry, but directly smashed a price that he thought it was impossible for Green to refuse, this method of directly smashing people with magic crystals coupled with the face of Earl Garden, Wei Long rarely failed every time he made a move.

"Huh. ”

This time, however, he ran into a wall at Green's, who chuckled and turned away, leaving the two with ugly faces.

If it weren't for Ron's presence, he might have forced himself to ignore his arrogance for the sake of a potion alchemist's friendship, but at this moment, he only felt that this Verlon's arrogance seemed so harsh.

"What to do?" Fink asked.

"Keep going, that guy named Ron might be dead. Veron glanced hatefully at Green's back.

"If it weren't for the fact that the battle for the Blighted Heart consumed too many potions, you puppeteer would dare to talk to me like this!"

"Griffith of the Broken Tower is not looking for trouble with Grimm, tell him about Grimm, and I'd love to see how he can fight the Whimper of the Broken Tower alone. ”