Once again, I witnessed the pyramid sacrifice. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The last time in a nightmare, the yellow sand was wrapped in the sky and the wind shouted, and the blood of millions of dwarves was stained into desert flowers, but now in the waterfall canyon, an extremely simple and strange sacrifice has begun.

There is no yin wind and yellow sand, and there is not even a trace of desolation around, and in the lush Grand Canyon, millions of old, weak, sick and disabled people have fallen like this.

All the dirt was stained red, the ground was covered in blood, and countless vegetation withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, as if eroded to death by blood.

The grass, the giant trees, the green vines, and the plants that could be seen in the canyon all withered, and in this withering, there were millions of mutilated corpses.

At the entrance of the canyon, many frightened dwarves retreated, they obviously didn't know what was happening, just a few meters in front of them, the old men and women who were still smiling just now were killing each other.

I sighed inwardly, my eyes barely adjusting to the red light, and I saw that the red light was still spreading.

They weren't irregular, but they turned into a blood-red dragon and swept away the way they came.

On that road, stood millions of dwarven people, the old, weak, sick and disabled, stretching for hundreds of kilometers to the outermost part of the Rocky Mountains.

At this time, the red light was like a giant dragon, rushing towards hundreds of kilometers of road. The dwarves let out an earth-shattering roar, and the scene of cannibalism spread out of the canyon.

More than a thousand dwarven pioneers were still wailing beside the clay pyramid, and the dwarven elders stood at the top of the pyramid, chanting ancient incantations, as if they were requieming and cursed.

The red light and the spell were intertwined, and the dwarves around the lake were the first to die, they kept biting each other, refusing to die, and then the spell appeared, and the dwarves fell in patches, and the dead silence spread outside.

The bell hanging from my finger shook and was windless.

I was so shocked that I spread out my palm, and the bell shook softly, as if it had been blown by the breeze.

But I knew it was definitely moving on its own, and the wind was whispering in the air, and the bell recorded the wind in the place.

My heart trembled slightly, the bell shook, and I wrote down this wind phrase, what did it mean?

This is a history worth remembering, and perhaps thousands of years from now, this story will be deciphered by future generations, who will know how much the dwarves paid in the Rocky Mountains.

I sighed, and the dwarves in the canyon below died one by one as if there was a chain reaction, and finally death spread to the road, and from a distance, it looked like a giant python was lying down inch by inch.

There is no way to return to heaven, they will definitely die, and these millions of old, weak, sick and disabled people have been abandoned by the elders.

The elders use them to obtain the Revenant Land, and they can leave behind the millions of burdens, killing two birds with one stone.

I'm not a dwarf, and I don't feel pain in my heart, but there is an unspeakable desolation, and anyone will be moved by the death of a million lives in front of my eyes.

I stopped looking at them, but at the elders at the top of the pyramid.

He had fallen to his knees, coughing incessantly, and in the sound of violent coughing, large patches of blood came out of his throat, which he coughed up alive.

The man was also dying.

The dwarven leaders climbed up to comfort him, coughing up blood and weeping like a ghost, a miserable and painful ghost.

I didn't go over, teleported to a large tree branch, and breathed in the rare fresh air.

Mink also came, she was trembling and stammering: "This is ...... It's scary, what are they going to do?"

Mink has witnessed a painful history with her own eyes, and she will never forget it in her life, and even this history will be mixed in the inheritance, which will be passed on to her descendants.

I explained softly: "I also figured out that the original method of crossing the Devil's River was to disguise the dead, the secret method passed down by the mummies, turning the soil into the soul soil, and the dwarves brought the soul soil, and the dead would identify with them." ”

Mink was shocked: "That little hammer...... And so many dwarves cannibalism...... The dirt in the canyon has turned into revenant soil?"

I nodded, and Mink wanted to cry without tears: "My God, my hometown, I'm really going to move now, hey." ”

She was frightened and timid, and did not have the courage to blame the dwarf, so she had to admit it sullenly.

I said no more, and looked out at the distant western horizon.

The blood-stained path led to the outskirts of the Rocky Mountains, where the dwarves all died and fell, all with dead eyes.

There was an uproar on the periphery, and countless sturdy dwarves with weapons in hand roared into the jungle in search of the murderer.

Immediately afterwards, the dwarf elders blew the horn, and the leaders also began to blow the horn, and the loud horn sound spread throughout the heavens, and the escort team who was at a loss along the way also began to blow the horn, and the horn sounded very harshly in the sea of blood all over the corpse mountain.

In the end, it was as if the entire Rocky Mountains were filled with horns, and the sound of horns could be heard hundreds of kilometers away.

More than 10 million dwarves were already approaching the Rocky Mountains, and the sound of trumpets continued for six hours.

When the trumpet stopped, it seemed that all the dwarves understood what was happening, and between heaven and earth, there was no sound, only blood.

The dwarven elder was on the verge of death, and he seemed to have changed into a different person at this time, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips had been bitten, and his whole person seemed to have lost his soul.

He was just mechanically directing his people to flee eastward, and after the order was given, he stood at the top of the pyramid, his crumpled body facing the Devil's River, his eyes bleeding and weeping.

I didn't participate, the smell of blood made my heart stuffy, and I didn't want to get closer.

I watched from afar, watching the big army of dwarves appear, one army, two troops, three and four ......

In the end, at least fifty large armies entered the Rocky Mountains, the largest of which were a few million, the least was only a few tens of thousands, and there were even dozens of old people scattered around, who followed the team from a distance and did not dare to approach, as if they were afraid of what would happen.

More than 10 million dwarves, it took more than a month to reach the Devil's River, they crossed the mountains, climbed over the cliffs, and finally passed through the bloody canyon, standing tightly on the edge of the Devil's River cliffs, extending backwards from the cliff edge, with no end in sight, like a layer of tiled waves, standing all the ravines and flats.

The dead bodies were rotting and stinking, but the land was no longer able to bury them, for the earth had been hollowed out.

Every dwarf who entered the mountain was looking for bloody soul resurrection, and they dug up every inch of dirt from the surface and carefully loaded it on their bodies.

All that remained in the canyon was the stiff rocks, also red with blood, but could not be dug up.

The rotting and foul-smelling corpses lay on the cratered rocks, attracting countless bed bugs, which were hundreds of kilometers away, and the mountains here were completely destroyed.

And the terrible thing is that the disease brought about by death spreads like a plague, and my ears are full of coughing, and I don't know how many dwarves have been infected.

Mortals can never avoid disease, let alone a terrible plague disease.

Fortunately, most of the dwarves had already arrived at the Devil's River, and they dug up the soul soil and began to enter the Devil's River at the call of the leader.

First of all, more than 1,000 vanguard troops were tempted, and they were not afraid of death, so they rushed to the cliff, as if they were eager to die as soon as possible.

As soon as he rushed down the cliff, the man disappeared, and soon another man appeared, standing in the void and blowing the trumpet, which means: enter.

Thousands of dwarves, like tired cattle and sheep, clutched weapons or dry food, and carried a handful of dead soul soil, and stepped into the precipice.

I can't see where the elder is, he might be leading the way.

The dwarves looked at him strangely, a look of hatred and hatred, but all the dwarves kept their restraint, like countless silent rivers of death, slowly flowing into the cliffs, and finally converging together, submerging into the world of the dead.

I watched from the rear for a long time, watching as tens of thousands of dwarves slowly disappeared, and finally only a few hundred thousand remained, and they were basically old, weak, sick, disabled and women.

These people stared at the vanishing army, and for some reason suddenly wept bitterly, gave up on entering the cliff, and turned to walk into the canyon.

I watched them for the next few days, digging pits in the bare mountains with rudimentary weapons or palms, burying the rotting corpses with only bones and rotten flesh.

The stench rose to the sky, mosquitoes flew, and living dwarves could often be seen coughing and vomiting blood, crying bitterly, sick and dying in the pile of rotten meat.

Half a month later, there were no more living people here, only countless corpses, and no one was buried.

Resentment gripped the Rocky Mountains, countless creatures fled in terror, and Mink came to say goodbye to me: "Ysera, I'm moving out, this place is no longer liveable." ”

I nodded: "Okay, I'll see you soon." ”

She sighed slightly, turned and flew into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

I turned and teleported into the cliff, officially stepping into the Devil's River. (To be continued.) )