Calekaree was silent, holding a box in its hand, and slowly walked in the bleak moonlight outside.

Erlang stopped the document in his hand, raised his head, and said with some confusion, "Calekare? Did your plan succeed? What about my father?"

Calekali was silent, and the elder of the two clans on the side opened his mouth slightly, but in the end he didn't make a sound, but stood aside in a low voice.

The sudden atmosphere made Erlang frown, and something was wrong in his heart.

It stood up, only to realize that the lights had been blown out.

It frowned, lit the lamp again, and walked over to Calekare.

At this time, the moonlight hung on the west side, and the oblique illumination of the moonlight illuminated half of Erlang's body.

Erlang stood in front of Calekare, and in a calm voice, asked Calekare, "What about my father?"

Calekari was silent and slowly opened the box in his hand.

The blood-colored spar inside appeared in this hall, and the moonlight fell on it as if it activated something, and the bright light in the hall was released from the spar, warming the hall.

Calekaree's voice was low, as if coming from a long distance, so that Ellang could not hear it, and could not hear it clearly.

"Elder Eleth, it's gone."

Rumble!

The faces of the old men of the two clans on the side changed greatly, and they hurried here.

A faint voice shouted anxiously in the hall, as if it were calling the name of a living being.

Who to shout?

"Clan...... Tribe...... Patriarch!"

It turned out that he was calling me.

Erlang thought faintly in his heart, and fell into darkness.

……

Following.

Erlang woke up from his bed, the sun outside was shining, and the warmth shone through the window.

Erlang propped himself up, and Kiris, who had been guarding here, was awakened, and was surprised to see that Erlang had finally woken up.

"Patriarch! Great, you're finally awake."

Erlang sat up and slowly got out of bed, habitually trying to tidy up his appearance, "How long have I been asleep?"

"No, not long." Kiris's voice became low, causing Erlang to chuckle and hurry outside.

It's a difficult time and it can't take much time off.

Otherwise, if everything is crowded, it will not be a matter of one clan and one family, but a major incident will happen to the entire weak clan alliance.

When she saw that Erlang was hurrying out, she hurriedly followed, knowing that Erlang had misheard it again.

"Really, it didn't take long, not a night!"

Qi Lisi hurriedly explained, making Erlang's face suddenly cold, and his tone was a little heavy, so that Qi Lisi could speak more clearly in the future.

Anger's tone was heavy, and Kiris stopped, her head lowered, and nodded her head to indicate that it would never be like this in the future.

There was a moment of silence between the two, and the sound of chattering outside suddenly came in.

Erlang looked out, and it was the embodiment of the Spring Envoy, a little goblin.

Ever since the Jianmu Divine Tree opened the heavens and the earth, Qilisi and the others could no longer sense the breath of the Spring Envoy, only countless little goblins sprinkled the entire world with the power of the Spring Envoy.

That's what Erlang and the others guessed was why the Divine Throne had fallen and no one had come to keep it.

Ellang paused, and suddenly took Kiris's hand under her stunned gaze.

"Patriarch." Qilisi was a little overwhelmed.

"Kiris." Erlang's voice became low and steady, "You can just call me by my name in the future."

"Huh?" Qilisi looked up in confusion.

"When this bloody plague passes, I'll marry you."

Marry you—

Erlang's voice continued to roar in Kiris's head, making her face suddenly shy.

But it was not refused, but it was sorted out a little

After taking care of his emotions, he nodded heavily at Erlang's gaze.

And farther away, dragging the old body to rush over early in the morning, the elders of the two clans, who were worried about Erlang's condition, suddenly stopped when they saw this scene.

Then a smile grew.

I accidentally got into my eyes with sand in my eyes, and lowered my head to wipe it.

It knew that this was Ereth's last wish.

Farther away, Calekali stood, looking into the distance, where endless blood poured in.

The god of blood is dead.

But that doesn't mean the bloody plague is over.

Once the Blood God is dead, it just means that the huge Blood Plague will no longer have a command, and its threat will decrease exponentially.

But even if it goes down, it's a disaster that can affect the whole world.

Therefore the blood sacrifice must continue.

The power of the Holy Throne to transform the whole world must be harnessed to sweep away this bloody scourge once and for all.

Only in this way can losses be minimized.

The war continues.

Erlang planned a district and asked the Zero to send five hundred old and weak women and children to live there temporarily.

It will not go back on the conditions that were previously agreed.

And this also made the generals of the Zero Clan silent, and rushed towards the bloody disaster even more fearlessly.

Killing, staged almost every moment.

Until, another three months later.

Endless blood-colored creatures were slaughtered and sacrificed to the sacred throne.

And now, its surface has exuded powerful power fluctuations, resonating with the depths of the world, and recovering the power to transform the world.

And the price paid for this is that a quarter of the warriors of the entire Weak Clan Alliance have disappeared, and all the forces that can fight in the Zero Clan have been drowned under the bloody plague and the entire army has been annihilated.

Only more than 1,000 elderly and infirm women and children are left living in the settlement, proving that the Zero once existed.

On a vast plain, the Sacred Throne hovers quietly, guarded by the best of soldiers.

The stone demon is even more inseparable, and has been sitting here as a guard.

Surrounded by representatives of warriors, Ellang nodded to the stone goblin, then looked at the sacred throne that radiated a holy light.

When the energy is sufficient, only one creature needs to step forward, urge the sacred throne, and issue a death command to all the blood-colored creatures.

And this creature, whether it is Calekalia or the weak warriors at the bottom, agrees that Erlang should sit on it.

It's worth it.

In addition, they do not trust other living beings, fearing that they will not be able to withstand the temptation of great power and issue orders indiscriminately.

Erlang took a deep breath and forced his tired spirit to be lifted.

These days, in order to make the entire weak alliance move and not collapse, it has the opportunity to take a break only once in two or three days.

The rest of the time is spent taking care of things.

In every catastrophe, there are always endless things waiting for it to deal with, and they are all first-class and important matters related to life.

Therefore, even if it deliberately rested for the night before coming, it was still a little tired.

But fortunately, it's almost over