The originally calm sea was full of wind and waves in an instant, dense thunderclouds hovered over them, and the originally calm sea began to surge wantonly.

The scarlet waters reveal a strong salty smell, and the carcass of giant whale sharks spreads all the way, like a bloody river, stretching to an endless, untouched sea level.

Grand Duke Vladimir looked at the sea that was getting closer and closer to him, and his expression was complicated.

In front of him, there was only an island that stretched endlessly, and there was no shadow of a troll.

The previous priest had prophesied that the serpent Skipper, who was ravaging Kievan Rus', was appearing in the sea. He then personally led three large wooden galleons with a hand-picked group of 3,000 slaves to the Skipper-infested seas.

However, what awaits him is only a desert island with no living creatures, not even moss.

The island was surrounded by birds, flapping their wings around him and making high-pitched chirping.

"Priest, before I throw you into the sea to feed the fish, you'd better figure out to me why that monster isn't here. ”

Grand Duke Vladimir lost his patience, he impatiently drew his long sword from his waist, pointed at the court priest wearing the robe of the bird feather beast, he looked at the person in front of him with a gloomy face, and said word by word, "My patience is very limited, the gods have given up Kievan Rus', but I will not give up my people." ”

The masked priest was not afraid of the long sword of the Grand Duke of Vladimir, but was jealous of the island that appeared in front of him, and pointed to the island with trembling hands, and he whispered, "My king, the island in front of you is not an island, but the back of the giant snake!"

Hearing the words of the sacrifice, Vladimir looked back in disbelief, and he finally saw that the black on the rugged island was not a boulder at all, but a dense mass of huge scales, but the uneven potholes made Vladimir ignore that these were the scales of a giant serpent.

"This ......"

The first time he saw the legendary serpent, Vladimir turned pale with fright. I had only heard rumors before, but I never thought that such a terrifying troll would exist. He had also heard of a giant serpent that had appeared around the sky seven years ago, and thought it was just nonsense, but when he witnessed Skipper's existence, he finally believed in the legend.

He turned his head stiffly, and said to the priests and trembling slaves behind him, "Sacrifice, feed this monster with their souls." ”

The slaves, who were half-kneeling behind them, seemed to realize something and stepped back in horror. However, the soldier directly took the arm of one of the strong and powerful fellows and brought the ship's broadside.

The masked priest looked at the young slave with a blank face, and picked up the dagger in the basin.

It is a sharp dagger made of obsidian that can easily slash through a person's chest and break their ribs. Although the barbaric sacrificial rituals have long been abandoned, this time, for the sake of the country, Grand Duke Vladimir must make a cruel choice.

The priest picked up a sharp dagger made of obsidian and walked over to the warrified slave. His mouth was gagged, and he could only watch as the priest chanted the incantation, then pointed his sharp point at his chest.

"It is your glory to be a sacrifice of God. ”

His hand slowly rubbed against the skin, found the tenth rib, and then inserted it from the direction of the lower heart, the severed artery, blood gushed out in an instant, and the priest skillfully cut open the slave's chest.

The severe pain caused the slave to shake his head in pain and look at the priest in front of him with a look of fear. The priest, however, remained unmoved, and put his hand into the slave's chest, carefully groping until he found the most important sacrifice, the heart.

Then he clenched the slave's heart, quickly pulled out the victim's still beating heart, held it high above his head, and offered it to the great evil god in front of him.

The slave's head was hanging weakly, and the heart was stripped of it, which was equivalent to depriving him of life.

"Honorable gods, I offer you a great sacrifice in the name of the Slavs! I beseech you to forgive the ignorant and ignorant people, so that we may have a place in this land, and that our race may continue to multiply. ”

The priest reverently finished the incantation, his heart still beating in his hand. Yet the island remained unmoved, responding to the priest's call with a dead silence.

"What's going on?"

Grand Duke Vladimir became impatient, he walked quickly to the priest, grabbed his sleeve and said, "Doesn't it mean that as long as we sacrifice to God, he will accept our sacrifice and not wreak havoc on this land?"

"Wait a little longer, my king. ”

The priest repeated the sacrifice, a ritual of communion with the gods that had been handed down for thousands of years in Kievan Rus', and each step of the priest was done strictly according to the parchment scrolls left by the ancients.

God did not respond.

Grand Duke Vladimir gradually lost his patience and said to the soldiers, "Throw the priest into the sea to feed the fish." ”

The priest's face suddenly changed greatly, but he didn't expect that the noble priest who was still in charge of the sacrifice one moment would become a sacrifice the next moment.

"My Majesty, you can't do that. ”

"The giant snake, the snake god, must be able to sense our presence!"

"Let me try, Your Majesty!"

Before the priest could finish speaking, Grand Duke Vladimir felt the wooden sailboat begin to jolt, he raised his head and looked at the black island chain not far away, the seagulls that had been circling and wandering disappeared in an instant, and the atmosphere of the whole sea became strange and strange.

"What's going on?"

As soon as the Grand Duke Vladimir's words fell, a huge wave struck the three wooden sailing ships, and in the face of the forces of nature, human beings were like ants, too small.

Nor can it resist.

The Scourge raised its head from the depths of the sea.

The massive head emerged from the water, as if a black mountain range had risen from the sea, followed by a pair of scarlet eyes, appeared in front of Vladimir, and the cold vertical pupils showed his evil, his hatred.

The massive mountains continued to rise upward, and the staggered fangs and heads until they were fully surfaced allowed Vladimir to see the true face of the troll.

Just a skull already makes people feel a terrible sense of oppression. Three battleships were in front of him, as small as toys between applause.

The huge silent head spoke.

"Let Veres come out for me!"