As the sun sets, Osim's clean sky is dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun.

Steelmane stood on his altar, his expression extremely serious, his usual cowardly temperament had no shadow on him at the moment, his figure was solemn and solemn before sunset, and even the humble altar revealed a primitive mystery, two tattered flags fluttering in the wind.

Underneath the altar, dense human heads swayed like an ebb and flow ocean, and Goron stood in the distance and watched this quaint ancestor worship ceremony, like a strange stone protruding from the horizon.

Suddenly, Steel Mane slowly raised the wooden staff in his hand, which was watched by Goron pouting his ass and pulling in the wood pile for a long time, picking up a good looking wood and cutting it with a stone blade, at this time, I don't know how to hang the skull of a wild boar man, with the purple scribbles on Steel Mane's face, an invisible force spread through the crowd, and after a while, the whispering voice gradually disappeared.

The two soybean-sized eyes of the steel mane stared coldly at the crowd below, but they seemed to be really thinking, looking into the distance that no one knew.

Being stared at by that pig's head, Goron was also a little nervous.

What will he do?

Do you kneel down proudly and remember the glory of your ancestors, or do you turn around and chant poetry in praise of the glory of your ancestors?

As it turned out, it was Goron who thought too much. In reality, distance is often the most beautiful decoration.

It seemed to be the moment when the eagle man waved his wings and flew into the sky, and it was like the moment when the ogre's chest suddenly erupted with a roar, the slightly rickety boar man's body twitched as if it was crazy, and the body seemed to be about to turn tens of millions of hula hoops, and eighty percent of the whole body entered a state of high-speed shaking in an instant, and the tooth bone necklace strung with hemp rope on the neck flew up and down rapidly.

Golon watched in amazement as the boar man sacrifice on the altar squirmed upright as if he was addicted to drugs, muttering something in his mouth, and in front of the beautiful Caixia, the long shadow performed the style of the demons dancing with his own strength.

To make him even more devastating, the kobolds and boar people under the altar looked in awe, even the other strange slaves. After a while, he knelt down on the ground, and the sound of prayer began to rise like a tidal wave.

Goron looked around, how lonely he was and how lonely he was when he was still standing.

After understanding that he couldn't understand the artistic taste of Steelmane. He still left here honestly, at least in terms of effect, this time the ancestor worship activity was still very successful. As long as the kobolds and boar people are stabilized, as well as the vast majority of slaves, the Bloodhammer Clan will be able to ensure a minimum operation.

This is no joke. Ogres are naturally immune to this activity, and as long as their stomachs are full, they can calmly jump into it and sleep, even if there is a pit in front of them, and on the other hand, the grumpy Harpies are of course insensitive to this, for them, the two great pleasures of life, sleeping and beeping - is the right way, as for the worship of the ancestors, it is simply incomprehensible.

Fortunately, on both sides are all races of soldiers, and they have never been counted on to work or anything.

Passing through the quarantine area. Inside, except for the harpy, who remained anesthetized, the other patients wept bitterly and kowtowed to the altar ground.

Logically speaking, the altar should have been built in the center of the camp, but as a vassal, the steel mane obviously could not compete with Goron for this position, and as for the center of the boar people's living quarters, the pigsty itself, when it was built, it played the mechanism of free style to the mechanism, and did not leave enough space. So the altar of the steel mane is in a more remote corner,

Goron looked at the patients on their knees, for them. The center of the world is the sacrifice, and the farther away from the sacrifice, the more dangerous the world becomes, and beyond a certain subtle distance. It's a wilderness of death and despair.

As long as it is not the imminent death, Goron has not seen anyone who has voluntarily escaped from the clan, and it is far from courage to endure loneliness and fear in the wilderness of Osim.

Goron spotted Bloodslaughter outside the troll's tent, the big red fat man standing in the middle of a group of trolls, bowing his head and communicating something with the troll witch doctor Uka. He had barely taken two steps when he saw Bloodslaughter lift his round face and smirk at him.

"Chief!"

"Chief Golon!"

There was another blue two-headed ogre among the trolls, and the venue was suddenly crowded.

"What happened?"

"That's right, Chief Golon, the production of the powder is almost complete. If we can, we hope to return to the clan first and settle our warriors. ”

Hearing this, Goron couldn't help but frown. Uka understood what Goron meant, and his face showed apologies, compared to the original crampedness, this witch medicine disciple has become a lot more natural:

"I'm so sorry that I chose to leave at this time, Chief Goron. It's just that I'm worried that this time the plague is likely to affect my people. In fact, if it weren't for Lord Bloodslaughter's help, I wouldn't have been able to deserve a qualified powder. ”

"Will it affect your clan?" Goron's expression moved slightly, "Uka, what is the plague going on this time?"

"I ...... Not sure. Uka hesitated, "However, I have a feeling that this plague may have something to do with us and the elves. ”

"It's something to do with trolls and elves. ”

Goron exhaled two breaths and nodded at Ukka: "In that case, you should go back quickly, I will send the warriors of the clan to protect you, and when we solve this plague, I will visit Ukka." ”

"I'll tell you. ”

Goron chatted a little more with the trolls, especially his old friend Woking, the young hunter who seemed to be very angry about the outcome of the Battle of the Snowy Mountains.

Leaving the troll's camp, the sky also darkened, and Goron estimated that the steelmane dancing god ancestor worship activity was probably completed, he turned his right head to look at the blood slaughter, this multi-functional ogre chef showed a powerful skill, it seems that the rune master chose him as the first warrior, it is really painstaking.

I have to say that as an ogre, capable of fighting, cooking, and unexpected work, Blood Slaughter is really a wonderful flower.

"Blood slaughter, have you memorized the ingredients of the powder?"

"Remembered. ”

"That's good. (To be continued.) )