With the singing, Xunying's head actually began to tremble, and the already congealed section of the neck cracked again, and the wolf blood continued to flow out, and it slowly climbed up on the altar, merging into the warhammer hammer head at the foot of the statue, and gradually penetrated into the statue. Absorbing the fresh wolf blood, the statue seemed to come to life, and Richard vaguely felt a wisp of powerful consciousness slowly awakening in the statue.

The statue's eyes were also bloody, and the flowing blood light was like a gaze, scanning everyone in the sacrificial hall. When that consciousness looked at Richard, the blood light in the statue's eyes suddenly became vigorous, and Richard's consciousness was like a thunderbolt suddenly exploded, and it seemed that hundreds of thousands of male lions were roaring in unison, and in an instant, his eyes were blackened, and he almost lost consciousness!

However, several powerful consciousnesses immediately merged into Richard's soul, and collided violently with the will in the statue, instantly pushing it out. It was the power of the Soul Guardians, the Splash, the Hive, and the Magical Servants.

Unexpectedly, the brood's current powerful spiritual power has surpassed the splash, and in the confrontation just now, the necromancer Sandru, who was still immersed in research in the hotel, seemed to realize something, so he also participated in this war. It's just that his magical oath is much weaker than the power of the magical enslavement contract, and the connection is too vague for him to pass on too much power. Otherwise, with the powerful spiritual power displayed in the swamp that day, Sandru may have dealt a heavy blow to the invasion consciousness.

The battle between the spiritual and conscious levels ended in an instant, and a very strong pain suddenly appeared in the minds of Thunderhammer and the other orcs, and they fell to the ground one after another. When they got up in shock, they found that the wolf's head had completely shriveled up, like a dried corpse that had been left for a long time. And the statue has been dimmed, and the lingering power of the sacrifice has dissipated.

Thunderhammer pressed his head a little dizzily and looked at the altar blankly, the fall made his wounds all over his body throb, and his face was a little deformed and twisted in pain. He and the other orcs looked at each other, but they didn't know what was going on, so they could only take it as a sacrifice to cause the ancestors to appear. And their strength is too poor to withstand the power of their ancestors.

The elders and warriors quickly regained their composure, while Thunderhammer walked up to Richard with a slight limp, stared into his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Strangers from afar, respected teacher, thanks to your help I was able to kill Swift Shadow and avenge the warriors of the tribe who were killed by it. Now that you have watched our sacrifice, you will be a friend of the Bloodstone Tribe forever. Although we are not strong, we will never hesitate to sacrifice our lives for our friends when necessary!"

As he spoke, Thunderhammer stretched out his arms and hugged Richard to complete the ceremony.

Feeling the strong and powerful embrace of the thunder hammer, looking at his old face and scars all over his body, Richard suddenly felt an indescribable taste in his heart. If you make a construct like Gonde, then the Thunderhammer won't need to use the quicksand magic scroll, and it won't speed up to the end of life.

At least for now, Thunderhammer is a true warrior, a qualified leader, and a friend to rely on.

But then the quicksand's words came to his heart, and Richard remembered the pile of magic materials that were obviously looted, and each material must have been stained with a lot of blood. Moreover, the Bloodstone Tribe, and even the Bloodstone Camp, are not good places for ordinary humans. During Thunderhammer's life, his subordinates did not know how many undead had been produced.

All kinds of inexplicable feelings were intertwined, and Richard suddenly didn't know how to judge Thunderhammer and his Bloodstone tribe. So he sighed secretly in his heart, but he remembered his identity as a dimensional invader again.

Even in the chaotic and cruel bloodstained land, right and wrong are still too complicated to explain.

Before leaving the sacrificial hall, Richard glanced at the statue on the altar again. That wisp of consciousness must have been battered, and now lurking back into the depths of the statue, beginning to recuperate. However, in the confrontation just now, Richard had already sensed that the power of that wisp of consciousness had a bit of a divine nature. Otherwise, it would not be possible to retain the will left behind by a wisp of bloodstone.

It was Richard's first encounter with the power of patriarchal worship.

Now Richard understood why the brood wanted a statue of the ancestors, it wanted to absorb the wisp of divine power contained in the statue. It's just that Richard doesn't want to go to this altar of the Bloodstone Tribe for the time being.

"Anyway, it seems that there will be countless ancestor worship tribes in the Bloodstained Land and even the entire plane, as long as I look slowly, I will definitely find a lot. As for the Bloodstone Tribe, here...... Just wait until Thunderhammer dies! He won't live long anyway. Richard thought so, and comforted himself.

After the sacrifice, there is a dinner party with a strong tribal color.

Several bonfires were lit in the semicircular open space in front of the battle fort, and barbecued meat and inferior spirits were continuously served, and the orcs around the bonfire danced to the rhythm of the drums, stopping from time to time to beat their chests and raise their heads to the sky and roar, which is a ritual since ancient times, swearing to the ancestors to defend their homeland, and those who were tired of dancing sat down to drink and eat meat, and then joined the queue again.

Tonight's Bloodstone Tribe banquet has a few more special guests, in addition to Richard, there are also his two-headed ogres. Because of the tiramisu and the medium-rare storage zài, there will be a large pot of fragrant broth in the evening. The pot of broth tasted better than anything made by any of the chefs at Bloodstone Camp, and as such it was a cult hit with orcs with little culinary tradition. With the quality of this pot of broth, the two-headed ogre gourmets are worthy of their title, but they also seem to only cook broth, and Richard has never seen them cook anything else.

A carnival, the only thing that made Richard a little unbearable was wine. He was forced to drink three full bowls of wine with Thunderhammer, and that bowl was very orc-style, thick and large. He had also had a bowl with each of the orc elders, and a bowl with some of the most famous warriors of the Bloodstone Tribe......

So at the end of the party, Richard went back on his stomach. He was not yet fully drunk, but his tumbling stomach made his whole body weak, and his consciousness was as if it was on fire, vague, and all his usual caution and scruples were leaving him one by one. This meal actually gained a lot, at least the number of orc warriors that Richard could take away went from twenty to thirty. However, the extra ten can only be ordinary orc warriors.

The ogre's back was wide and thick, and he walked very smoothly, but Richard still threw up twice on the road. The vomiting made Richard feel better, and the cold wind in the middle of the night cleared his mind, but the alcohol in his veins was still burning, making his will flutter.

On the way, Richard began to think about tomorrow.

At this time, there was little point for Richard to continue to stay in Bloodstone Camp, a mere well, even the entire camp was not his end, not even the www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion.

In addition, he is an invader after all, and the Bloodstone Camp is not far from the human kingdom, and if the army of the God of Courage also enters the Bloodstained Lands, it will still be very dangerous for him now. During the Battle of the Temple, Richhard was impressed by Essien's strength and the Templars' fearlessness. If it had been a head-on battle, Richard would probably have won a crushing victory. Now that you've harvested a single harvest in the Bloodstone Camp, it's time to go deeper.

Having made up his mind, Richard also arrived at the door of the inn, and by this time he could barely walk on his own, so he waved his hand to let the two ogres rest. Compared with humans, sleep is more important to ogres, and the fruits of exercise or battle can only be solidified in the process of sleeping.

There was a churn in his already empty stomach, and Richard wanted to vomit again. So he walked briskly through the hotel lobby and pushed open the back door, ready to find a corner in the backyard to solve the problem.

It seems like it should have erupted today.