Gu Shenwei stood up, he didn't expect to meet them again in this situation.

The altar was two miles away from him, and the women who were about to be burned for sacrifice were still in a semi-conscious state, and ten tribal leaders were around them, their faces facing outward, chanting something in unison.

Under the altar, the standing nobles shook their bodies in the same rhythm, and the amplitude became larger and larger.

Outside, kneeling slaves were huddled like hedgehogs, like robes.

At a distance of two miles, even a bird cannot fall to the top of the altar in an instant, not to mention that there are thousands of people in the middle, even if they do nothing, it is an obstacle that is difficult to break through.

The sacrifice was about to begin, and Shangguan Ru and the lotus girl were burned alive, just like the other three women.

Gu Shenwei was isolated and helpless, and the ten savage soldiers he brought were left behind him for several miles, and there was no time to summon them, and the soldiers of the Great Snow Mountain could not save the fire from far away.

On the altar, the chanting of the ten tribal leaders grew louder and louder.

Gu Shenwei had no choice, and the sword and sword were useless at this time.

He raised the horn of the snow-capped bison that he was carrying cross-body, took a deep breath and blew it.

The first trumpet overshadowed the chanting of the tribal leaders, like a low dragon chant from the depths of the earth, breaking through the earth, shaking the world, breaking through the sky, but showing no sign of stopping, and continuing to stir higher.

The nobles and slaves of the Land of Incense had never heard such a sound, and they were in the delicate moment of the handover between man and god, when suddenly they felt a violent impact on their eardrums and hearts at the same time, and even the earth seemed to tremble, and at any moment it would crack open its huge mouth and swallow the humans above.

Gu Shenwei didn't think about it that much, he only hoped that the sudden sound of the horn would attract the attention of most people, so as to buy a little time for him to run to the altar.

The results were far beyond his expectations.

The sound of the dragon's horn was like a devastating wind, blowing all the creatures it came across, and the slaves kneeling on the ground were so frightened that they crawled and clung to every fine grass and stone at their hands, as if they could resist the might of the gods.

The standing nobles were even more panicked, crouching with their heads in their hands, or kneeling and kowtowing, and almost no one dared to check the source of the sound.

Gu Shenwei raised the trumpet in one hand and the knife in the other, ran down the gentle slope, stepped on the bodies of everyone, and stopped after jumping a few steps and raised his head to blow the horn, so that the sound of the trumpet was connected with the echo and remained in an uninterrupted state.

All the way to the bottom of the altar, he met no resistance.

Sri Mora was the first to wake up from his shock, pointed at the dragon king and shouted, "He is only one man, stop him!

Dozens of nobles stood up when they heard this, and finally dared to glance at the source of the horn sound.

"Alone!" shouted many people along.

"Stop him!" more people gave orders to the slaves, but they hid back, and the five peaks sword in the dragon king's hand was even more terrifying than the sound of a horn.

The slaves on the periphery looked up hesitantly, but none of them got up.

As slaves, they are not qualified to be near the altar, and being able to participate in today's ritual is already a reward for the best, and more slaves can only hear about the altar from others.

No matter how urgent the master was, no slave dared to break the rules that had been passed down from generation to generation.

The dragon king is like a light and nimble stale, and every step crosses the ** tall steps, and he is about to rush to the top of the altar.

Sri Mora panicked, he didn't know the purpose of the dragon king, before the old man Mu retreated, he only asked him to leave the army of the Great Snow Mountain, but he didn't explain the relationship between the two "chivalrous women" and the dragon king.

"Lords, go up together and protect the altar!" he could only turn to his country's nobles for help.

Each of the nobles known as the "lords" thought that the chief's appeal was correct, but each considered himself more important and had the worst constitution, so he waited with hope for someone else to strike first.

Gu Shenwei stood at the top of the altar and put down the horn, surprised everyone present that the seemingly unbreakable crowd was no more threatening than the grass, trees, earth and stones on the road.

Sri Mora had been speaking in this Chinese dialect before, and at this time, he could no longer pretend that he could not speak in the original language, and Queen Cang took three steps back, "Dragon, dragon king, you ...... We didn't offend you, why ......"

"To whom are these sacrifices going to be offered?" Gu Shenwei took a step closer, and the other nine clan leaders retreated to the next step of the altar, leaving Sri Mora alone.

The ten women who supported the sacrifice also retreated with the chiefs, they were noble women, and the only time in their lives they waited on slaves was on the altar.

The five women who were almost burned to death on the pyre had been awakened by the sound of horns, and the power of the medicine had not completely disappeared, and they were staggering to their feet.

Shangguan Ru and the lotus girl both saw the dragon king, but they didn't think it was a real scene at all, Shangguan Ru even showed a childlike smile, as if this was in a beautiful dream that only he understood.

Sri Mora had no backers by his side, and looked even older than usual, "They, they are going to be dedicated to all the gods of heaven, this is their glory, they ...... It's all voluntary. ”

"I am God, give them to me. ”

Sri Mora's body was a little shorter, and he did not believe the words of the dragon king, and he was even more amazed that the young barbarian dared to say such a rebellious and blasphemous remark, which was beyond his acceptability.

"You...... It's not ......" these three words consumed all the energy of the old chief, but they were only vague whispers.

It's not enough to rush to Shangguan Ru and the lotus girl, they still have to find a way to get out safely, although those slaves don't dare to approach the altar, but under the orders of their masters, they won't allow the enemy to leave casually.

Gu Shenwei raised the Wufeng Sword, and the sound of additional internal force spread far away, and everyone around the altar, whether standing or prostrating, could hear it, "You want to please the gods, very good, I am God, I accept your gifts, these five people belong to me, I don't want them to die, I want them to live." ”

Sri Rama had only one episode of anger in his life, he had seen the dragon king, he had dealt with him, how could he not believe that this was a god, if he had to choose, he would also regard the murderous old man Mu as a god.

"Demon, leave the altar!" Sri Mora raised his pure white cane in both hands, straightened up suddenly, and rushed towards the uninvited guest who was carrying a knife to destroy the sacrifice with a brave gesture never seen before in the land of incense.

The Wufeng Knife started from the old leader's forehead and drew a thin straight line, which did not stop until the lower abdomen.

The white robe was open, revealing a bony, white-haired chest.

Gu Shenwei supported Sri Mora's waist with his other hand, and with a slight force, he threw him onto the pyre, and then picked up a torch from the edge of the altar and threw it onto the pyre.

The flames burned.

"As you wish. Gu Shenwei whispered, then raised his voice again, "The demon has left the altar." ”

At the critical moment, Gu Shenwei made a low-level mistake, he kept talking to Sri Mora, and he forgot that the vast majority of the people in the country of incense could not understand the Central Plains.

Only a few people understood the meaning of the Dragon King, but it was precisely they who did not believe it the most, and began to use their own Chinese dialect to incite everyone to avenge the old leader.

Thousands of nobles emboldened each other, surrounded the altar, step by step, and slowly approached the top of the altar.

Shangguan Ru and the lotus girl still did not regain consciousness, and like the other three women, their bodies were weak and would fall down at any time.

The pyre burned more and more, and the rough heat came from behind him, Gu Shenwei took a deep breath again, raised the horn, and blew it with the greatest strength.

The effect is not as obvious as the first time, the vast majority of people stop, but do not kneel, they are hesitating, hesitating, waiting for the reaction of others, as long as one person takes the lead, everyone will rush forward desperately.

True leaders are often born at such moments, but the country of incense has enjoyed peace for a hundred years, leaders have long become superfluous, and it takes time to break through the shackles of customs, and they are still waiting.

The dragon king's gaze looked over everyone's heads and at the gentle slope in the distance, and someone noticed this, and followed suit, and then let out a cry of horror.

Ten savage soldiers arrived on horseback, they recognized the dragon king's horn and obeyed only the horn's orders.

Five people held swords, five people raised their swords, and suddenly let out a beastly howl in unison, sometimes sharp, sometimes low, like dozens of animals in the forest taking turns to test their voices.

Then, ten people rushed side by side towards the restless crowd.

It's a bad decision, and the cowardly will succumb to the enemy because it's too strong, but the right stimulation will make them brave.

Gu Shenwei was too late and had no way to stop the soldiers who were loyal to him.

Ten savages pierced deep into the body of a huge enemy like a sharp spear, but this enemy was so large that the whole Changyu fell into it, only causing small damage, and it was far from being fatal.

The savage soldiers were instantly surrounded, pulled, and beaten by groups of slaves, but the ten did not show a trace of fear, let alone retreat, they were inspired by the sound of the horn, as if they had gained some kind of divine power, and every time the sword in their hands was swung, they had to shout out a word, which was the first Zhongyuan dialect they had learned in dozens of days.

"Dragon King!"

Gu Shenwei glanced at Shangguan Ru and the lotus girl next to him, he couldn't just watch his soldiers die, so he continued to blow the horn, stretched out his right hand holding the knife, like a one-winged bird, and pounced on the nobles below a few steps.

Gu Shen's impulsive rescue almost became an irreparable tragedy.

Just as he was leaping in the air and being looked up to by countless people, a louder horn sounded.

This is not a trumpet, but a thousand, two thousand, three thousand horns, converging into a majestic force that echoes the trumpet of the dragon king.

The sound of the trumpets came just in time, and the last line of defense in the hearts of the people of the Land of Incense collapsed.

The same people who could understand the Central Plains dialect were still inciting everyone to rebel just now, but at this time, they were the first to kneel, learn the tone of the savages, and shout the word "Dragon King".

More and more people are calling out the word they don't even understand.

They have acknowledged Him as God.

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