"What the hell are you talking about?" Bagasa was confused when she heard this, and she angrily tore open the simple leather armor on his chest, and several black blood spots, which were suddenly in her eyes, and it was in a dark semi-freezing state.

Seeing that Lom's pupils were scattered, his words were vague, and he was obviously seriously injured. Bagasa roared: "Send it to Elder Molik quickly! Pray for the gift of the blood cradle, we must know what happened!"

"Yes, boss!"

At the center of the orc's temporary camp, a circular bunker half buried under the ground was built with stones. With the help of the orc warriors, they walked down the stairs.

The swaying torch, in the gloomy bunker, reflected a hunched black shadow, holding a scepter in his forehand, facing the entrance, and praying with unknown meaning: "ki-tuo-les, akulu-bangge-nalisaer! Wahgha!"

The fierce aura on Bagasa's face dissipated and became respectful. This language with unknown meaning is the divine blood language that only the orc elders can be qualified to learn, and can obtain the inspiration of the flesh and blood devourers.

The blood-talking ceremony means that the elders are communicating with their ancestors. Anyone who interrupts the ceremony will be despised by their ancestors.

Elder Molik was praying intently, and his body wrapped in animal skin emitted a dim red light.

In front of him, a pool made of stones was filled with blood emitting a strong smell. In the blood was bred with a large piece of ugly and bloated meat, with distorted shapes, and on the translucent skin, huge tumours were covered with erect like a heart.

“katerrrlasi!—mali!”

After the prayer ended, Elder Molik slowly turned around with a bone stick, his scarlet eyes seemed very mysterious in the dark: "The warrior of Bagasa, the ancestor spirit, felt humiliated. Kamuro's soul was abandoned by the ancestors. They will not come back, failure is their tomb."

"His settlement is destroyed." Bagasa said in a low voice: "I will accept his people. Elder Morik, we need the blessing of the blood cradle."

"I noticed!" Molik hunched over and walked out of the shadow, his eyes fell on the dying Lom, his bone staff was on his forehead, and he closed his eyes gently: "Fear, retreat. Your heart is full of cowardice. The glory of the warrior is no longer there!"

Even Lom, who was on the verge of death, shivered suddenly, his eyes full of fear. A cowardly soldier was destined to be despised by his companions and his ancestors.

This is the greatest shame in life for orcs!

"We must know what he encountered. Elder Morik." Bagasa felt the seriousness of the matter. Those who were qualified to act as scouts were carefully selected warriors. What could make them so scared?

"Don't be anxious, warrior." Elder Molik picked up a mottled and yellowed human skull from the stone in front of the blood pool, leaned on a scepter and whispered a few words, then used the spike on the bone rod to penetrate a tumor, and scarlet blood gushed into the skull instantly.

"Thank you for the blood gift from the cradle of blood. Drink it, the coward, maybe your confession is also your last words."

The blood has a unique healing effect. After being poured into the mouth, the listless Lom began to focus his pupils and the wounds on his body were healing on their own.

Soon, he could stand alone and his mind seemed to return to normal.

But the orcs around him all had unconcealed contempt. Lom had no expression of happiness on his face and knelt on the ground with a thud. He began to tell everything from the strange actions of their discovery of humans.

"In the end, a loud thunderous sound exploded in my ears. When I woke up, Gluck was broken into pieces, and Cottke and the others were all covered in blood."

"What the hell is that!" Bagasa was a little angry. Until he finished speaking, Lom had not described what had happened: "What did you encounter?"

"There is nothing, only stones and shrubs. No one, nothing. Just then, with a loud bang, everyone died."

"Damn it!" Bagasa kicked Lom over: "What the hell are you talking about? What thunder, have you been hit by a lightning strike?"

"No, that's not the thunder in the sky. It's the thunder in the earth. The thunder beside me. Trust me, I feel recovered now. I'm no longer cowardly. I will be brave..."

"Get out! Useless guy."

"Calm down, Bagasa." Elder Molik seemed to realize something and said slowly: "Maybe he did not lie. Those cunning humans must have set up some traps. Witchcraft traps!"

"Sorcery Trap?"

"The despicable means of the alien god!" Elder Molik's voice sternly: "But don't be afraid. The warriors of the ancestors, the alien god is weak, despicable, and glorious. In the face of the blessing of the ancestors, his power is not worth mentioning! The third blood terror beast is about to be nurtured. We will use absolute power to eliminate everything and offer the sweetest flesh and blood to the ancestors."

"I felt that the power of the ancestors was getting stronger and stronger. More blood warriors were about to be born. The blood cradle, the offspring they nurtured, would soon be able to pick up the sharp axe and become an excellent warrior."

"I will go to the front line in person to verify the despicable means of mankind. Elder Morik, please give me the skull of the dead, and we will expose these witchcraft traps."

"We need a drowning person..." Morik smiled gloomyly.

Lom, who had collapsed on the ground, looked frightened. Suddenly, he began to twitch, and blood from the corners of his mouth flowed out. The cup of blood from the gift did he heal his external injuries.

However, the several rusty fragments were still in his internal organs. As the organs were wriggling, they formed a secondary split.

"ah……"

The pain that was like a knife stirring in his body made him howl.

But in the eyes of the orcs, this is a manifestation of fear and even more contempt. Bagasa glanced at him coldly: "A coward is the perfect drowning person."

"No, boss, don't do this..."

The two orc warriors around him picked up Lom from the ground and dragged him to the edge of the blood pool. With Morik's nodding, he pressed his head into the blood pool.

Pululu...

Pululu...

The blood bubbles boiled, and Elder Molik raised his bone staff and recited the words of the divine blood again. The pieces of meat in the pond jumped more actively.

Soon, Lom lost his voice.

...

Pressure-haired landmines have a small loading volume and require 30 pounds of pressure to activate. Not only does it save magic fire cotton, it also greatly improves the safety of carrying, transport and burial.

In order to lay out defense minefields faster, this work has become the most important task at present, and everyone is involved.

Of course, except for Qin Song.

During the rare time alone, Qin Song did not stay idle, entered a state of sleep, and returned to his original body.

When his huge body appeared in the Daotan Port waters, this former transportation hub was completely abandoned and became a dead port.

The Taoist church at midnight is shrouded in a hazy mist.

The Knights' tent was built on the church square. Even when the Knights fell asleep, they were all wearing armor and ready to fight at any time.

In the study illuminated by candlelight, Benedict was flipping through a classic found in the library. The title of the book was imprinted with gold foil on the spine - "The External Demon and His Subordinates", recording ancient classics of indescribable evil demons.

"Have you heard of Wendygu? Lord." Benedict asked with a frown.

"I admit that I have indeed heard of it, and I learned it by chance from the mentor. It was a night demon who was in the cemetery, and believed in terrifying, indescribable beings, and ghosts in silence."

"I've been a librarian, and I have all the chance to deal with a lot of uninviting things." Benedict stretched out the pages, which depicted an abstract black and white picture, a humanoid creature with an arm and body of equal length, a distorted face, lying on the tombstone like a beast.

"This is the first time I see him." Lord Mister's eyebrows were filled with sadness: "I heard that the dead would be merciless at his mercy and made strange sounds before his life. His slender hands, like the shovel of the gravedigger, could easily dig out the body from the tomb. This thing - ugly, weird. The terrifying shadows wandering in the cemetery."

"But we can't decide yet." Benedict closed the book and sighed long: "Burning the body may solve some problems. But it must have not left."

"We have more than this trouble now." Lord Mister shook his head: "I feel that this town is cursed. The rampant orcs also appear in the north. People are panic and are shrouded in fear. We must have a wise choice."

"Do you want to give up here?"

"No, the territory here belongs to the church. Don't forget that we still have castles. Benedict, you still have food here, maybe you can support our reinforcements. Orcs cannot break through the castles, and it is the safest place."

Benedict's eyes were unstable: "What about the people?"

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Mister's mouth: "The blasphemer should bear punishment. Isn't it? The only fate here is purification!"

For Lord Mister, Daotan Town was completely corrupt and there was no need to save him. What he needed was territory, and territory was together.

As for the people?

When the flowers bloom next spring, all evil will be eliminated.
Chapter completed!