The shamans who stood around blew their trumpets, and a long sound pierced the night sky, echoing under the huge statue of the god of war. The countless orcs gathered around suddenly fell silent, and the scene immediately fell silent.

The most important ritual of the God of War Festival, the Divination Ceremony, is finally about to begin.

With the long sound of the horn, a vague drum beat began to sound in the air, and with the sound of the drum more and more, it began to gradually drown out the sound of the horn.

The beating of these drums, with a strange rhythm, unconsciously, seems to correspond to the beating of the human pulse, and gradually makes people's hearts beat in unison, followed by the blood boiling all over the body.

Many orcs at the scene were already affected, their eyes gradually turned red, and they unconsciously let out a roar of cater with the beating of the drum.

In this warm atmosphere, seven tall barbarians, with their hair and hair, were dragged by two Beamon beasts in chains and walked towards the stone platform in the field.

They were captured by the orcs in their war with the barbarians, and now they are being sacrificed as ceremonial offerings to the god of war, Phiris.

Seeing these barbarians, the orcs who were excited by the drumbeat immediately erupted into an earth-shattering shout, and many orcs had bloodshot eyes, constantly repeating "Kill, kill, kill!"

Surrounded by countless fanatical orcs, the barbarians were extremely hard-hearted, and none of them showed weakness, and they strutted with their heads held high, and looked around without showing weakness, their eyes full of hatred.

Pulling the barbarians onto the stone platform, two Beamons in the form of Beamon beasts pushed them to the ground one by one and tied their limbs with iron chains.

While making the final preparations on the stone platform, Raymond took the time to walk to the corner of the square and called out, "Bath." ”

Miraculously, Catwoman immediately appeared in front of him, and I don't know how she heard Raymond's call in such a deafening environment.

"You rush to Lutz at once, tell him that something is likely to happen tonight, and tell him to be careful. Raymond instructed Bath.

Baste was a little reluctant: "Meow, now?" and it was evident that she was reluctant to miss the upcoming ceremony.

"What's so nice to kill the defenseless, don't go quickly. Annoyed by the frenzy, Raymond said with surprising impatience.

His words immediately caught the attention of some of the orcs around him, who glared at the outrageous fellow viciously, but soon fell back into the madness of faith.

Baste was also stunned by Raymond's shocking words, knowing that this was a serious blasphemy against the god of war, and Raymond dared to say it in front of him during the sacrifice ceremony, it was no longer a matter of courage.

"Could it be that the master does not believe in the god of war?" Suddenly, a terrifying thought appeared in Catwoman's mind.

Baste didn't dare to think about it anymore, she preferred to act as if she hadn't heard anything just now. Nodding hastily to Raymond, Catwoman quickly disappears into the frenzied crowd.

"Well, I would say that without thinking. After Bathter left, Raymond patted his head in annoyance.

It seems that I am really getting farther and farther away from these "compatriots"...

Raymond returned to his seat, and by this time the preparations on the stone platform had been completed. I saw the chief priest who presided over the ceremony, a shaman of the Beamon tribe, walked to the center of the stone platform and raised the scimitar in his hand.

"Woo!" the orcs at the scene erupted in unison.

The shaman walked up to the first barbarian and was about to lay down his sword, when the barbarian suddenly let out a loud cry: "O god of ice and snow, curse these orcs!!"

The voice was so loud that it could be clearly heard in the roars of thousands of orcs, as if he was using this to make a final protest for his dignity before he died.

The barbarian's actions paused the shaman's movements, but he quickly plunged his scimitar into the barbarian's chest. The roar stopped abruptly, and with the shaman's skillful movements, a steaming heart was soon placed in a tray carried by the attendant.

Blood spurted out of the barbarian's chest, gradually merging with the brown stone platform beneath him. Seeing the blood, the orcs on the scene were even more crazy, they showed their white teeth, saliva splashed at the corners of their mouths, and called Ferres's name hoarsely, as if at this moment, the side of their genes with the beast surname was completely excavated.

Subsequently, the shaman walked towards the second barbarian.

The second, the third... Until the last one, every barbarian before he died, expressed his unwillingness and resentment with a violent roar.

Raymond quietly watched the whole process of the sacrifice, and he did not say a word from beginning to end. Among the raging orcs, like a stubborn little reef standing proudly above the raging waves, insignificant, but uncompromising.

Because Raymond can't fit himself into such an atmosphere no matter what, not before, not now, and even more so in the future.

When the tray containing the seven hearts was finally placed at the foot of the statue of the god of war, the scene was almost boiling to the point of exploding, but suddenly and gradually quieted down. The orcs gazed intently at the shaman who was kneeling on the ground, because at this time, he would be carrying a tribute to communicate with Philis.

The shaman knelt at the foot of the idol, his hands held high above his head, and made a serious gesture of respect. He muttered incantations that no one could hear, and gradually, the shaman's body began to tremble, increasing in amplitude.

Suddenly, I don't know what kind of spell he used, the seven hearts on the altar exploded in unison, and the minced flesh and blood sprayed the idol of the god, and also sprayed the shaman's body and face.

At this time, the orcs on the scene all cheered, because this meant that the god of war accepted their sacrifice.

The priest stood up, and the blood on his body seemed to be alive, flowing slowly, outlining a pattern similar to a battle armor on the shaman's robe, and on the shaman's face, the blood also formed a hideous pattern.

Strangely, it turned out to be exactly the same as the ornament on the statue of the god of war. No wonder the orcs are so fanatical, and regardless of whether the god of war is really on his body or not, this hand alone is enough to push the festival to the extreme.

"Ferris said, I'm satisfied!"

As if it were the occasion, the priest raised his hands and closed his eyes and shouted, as if he were intoxicated.

The cheers of the orcs grew louder and louder.

"Ferreis said, I will bless the valiant orcs, and you will surely defeat the barbarians!"

Cheer.

"Philis said that the rich land of mankind will eventually belong to you. ”

Cheer out loud.

"Ferris said that the glory of the orcs for a thousand years will surely reign over the entire continent. ”

Extreme cheers.

......

Every time a priest utters a "prophecy" in a high-pitched voice, it is bound to be met with a feverish response from the orcs. Of course, who doesn't want to listen to good words, and besides, they are still such good words with such height and depth.

Who knows, just when the atmosphere of the scene was pushed to ** again and again, a sudden change occurred.

The priest, who had been pulling his voice higher with chest resonance, suddenly turned an octave lower, and in a majestic and angry voice, he pointed sharply at Amada: "Phyres is angry, orc, why is your king a woman?"

This change came so suddenly that almost everyone was stunned for a while. Some orcs who hadn't turned a corner subconsciously continued to cheer, but instantly realized that something was wrong and hurriedly stifled their voices.

In an instant, the field that was cheering and shaking the sky just now has changed to the point where the pin drop can be heard.

Only the priest possessed by the god of war was still accusing in a deep voice: "Why, why is the king of the orcs a woman?"

Gradually, everyone began to come back to their senses, and although they still did not understand how the great god of war could suddenly point the finger at Her Majesty, the orcs present turned their eyes to Armada.

At this time, Amada was also in a state of confusion and consternation, and with her wisdom, she couldn't figure out for a while how a good sacrifice could become like this. Robard was also shocked and angry, but this was a sacred sacrificial ground, and even if he was as noble as him, he could not be hastily interrupted.

Just when everyone was stunned by this change, the elder of the Beamon clan, Curt, suddenly stood up: "Great God of War, please make clear what you just said. ”

"Philis says that a woman being king will only lead the orcs to the end of their rope, and she must step back. Only a true warrior can inherit my will. The priest on the stage said very cooperatively.

At this moment, the situation could not have been clearer, and the orcs burst out with a buzzing sound, and they all turned their heads and ears. Armada also vaguely guessed what was happening, and her face became extremely ugly.

Robard couldn't take it anymore, and he stood up: "Wait a minute, something is wrong with this priest." ”

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