The Great Chief Mecklenburg was lying on the sickbed and was dying. The pneumonia had tortured him for more than half a year, but the Great Chief Mecklenburg was still lying firmly on the sickbed. Accompanied by violent coughing, the phlegm in his throat made a whirring sound. The priest of Lomwa tried all kinds of methods, including prayer, herbs and even blood sacrifices, which could not relieve the little pain of the Great Chief, but only tortured this body like a candle.

"How is my father okay?" Kang Tuoyi, the youngest son of the Mecklenburg chief, pushed open the door and walked into the room full of various herbs and blood. He had a head of brown-red hair and a brown-red beard. He was wearing the traditional linen clothing of the Sislas and a green shawl. He walked up to the Mecklenburg chief and looked at the thin chief lying on the bed. He could not imagine that the man who used to fight with a bear with bare hands can only lie helplessly on the sickbed waiting to die.

"We can only pray for the blessing of the gods, after all, mortals must die." Priest Lomwa tried his best to comfort the son of the great chief. Now the great chief has lost the ability to rule his vast territory due to illness, while his three sons are fighting each other. When the great chief is lying on the sickbed, only this young son often comes to visit, and the other two sons are only concerned about winning over the vassals to gain the rule of the next great chief.

"He is not a mortal, he is the ruler of the Great Emirates of Mecklenburg, your monarch, he built the temple of Liphichen for you, and rewarded you with the land there, but you are doing nothing now and let your monarch die." Kang Tuoyi roared at the priest Lomva in anger. He was angry at the increasing decline of the Grand Emirates, angry at the inaction of the gods, and even more angry at his incompetence.

"Please pay attention to your words Kang Tuoyi. You are not the great chief yet. Even the great chief cannot be disrespectful to the gods. We are all servants of the gods. If the gods need us to die, we can only face it calmly." Priest Lomwa was a little dissatisfied with Kang Tuoyi's accusations. They had tried all kinds of ways. If the great chief was unable to recover his health, he could only leave it to fate.

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Kang Tuoyi looked at the priest Lomwa with anger on his face, suppressed his anger and apologized. These priests have a high status among their tribesmen, and are basically the spokespersons of the gods on the ground. Even the chiefs must give them three points. If they offend them, not only will they not be able to be the chiefs for the rest of their lives, but their lives may be threatened.

"We understand your mood, and go and do a blood sacrifice. Use noble blood to wash away the sins of the chieftains, to relieve the wrath of the gods, and let them take back the messengers of this disease." The priest Lomva suggested to Kang Tuoyi that using the blood of slaves as a human sacrifice is a tradition of polytheism. It is generally believed that the nobler the identity of the slave used, the more you can win the favor of the gods.

"Yes, I will do it." Kang Tuoyi glanced at his father on the bed and turned around and left here. He was hesitant about the sacrifice again when he walked in the corridor. He stopped near the window of the tower. Through the wooden lattice window, what he saw was an altar built on the open space of the tower. There was a wooden stake on the altar, which was dyed purple-red by blood. The slaves all lowered their heads and quickly passed by, and they didn't even have the courage to look at it.

"What? Are you going to sacrifice again?" A voice came from behind Kang Tuoyi. Kang Tuoyi didn't even have to look back to know that it was his brother Momith.

"Yes, the priests hope that this will calm the wrath of the gods." Kang Tuoyi turned around and saw his brother Momith standing in front of him. He was wearing a bear fur hat and his clothes were gorgeous. His shawl was made of red wool from Western countries, with golden threads on the edges. Various beautiful gems were inlaid on the sword at his waist.

"Anger? Then who angered the gods, was it the father? Or who among us?" Momis curled his lips, walked forward and stretched out his hand to support his brother's shoulder, and said to Kang Tuoyi in a friendly manner.

"The will of the gods is elusive. My elder brother." Kang Tuoyi knew that this elder brother was vain, but he was not indecisive and often bluffed. However, when he was facing the enemy, he was invincible and his reputation was not as good as that of his cunning second brother Billis, which made the nominal first heir feel uncomfortable. After all, the Principality of Mecklenburg used the competitive inheritance method, and only the strongest son could win the throne of the great chief.

"Okay, don't go around in circles. We all know that Billis covets my position, so he has often invaded my territory recently. I have tried to reason with him with great patience, but my patience is regarded as weak, so I think this situation must be ended as soon as possible." Momith recently felt very tricky about the frequent provocations initiated by his second son. He carefully weighed his strength and it was difficult to fight in terms of both the army and the reputation, so he wanted to win over the support of Kang Tuoyi, who has remained neutral.

"I will tell Billis to keep his restrainedness. After all, our father's life is still in the hands of the gods, and any dispute may further anger the gods." Kang Tuoyi did not want the territorial turmoil caused by the struggle for power and profit of his two stupid brothers. He decided to propose peace talks to Billis. Only peace talks under the witness of the gods can calm all fearless disputes.

"Very good, I'm glad you can stand on my side, so don't worry, Kang Tuoyi. Once I become the chief, I will hand over the most fertile land in the entire principality to you, and I will accept you as the horse-training official, and take charge of the horse in charge of the principality." Momith heard Kang Tuoyi's promise, happily patted his brother's shoulder, and gave all kinds of promises to Kang Tuoyi without capital.

"Although I really want to thank you for your kindness, my elder brother, our father is still alive." Kang Tuoyi looked at the impatient elder brother in front of him, frowned and reminded him.

"Oh, hehe, I just talk about the future, the future." Momis smiled awkwardly, and felt that he was a little impatient, but anyone knew that the chief could not stand the arrival of winter.

"If nothing happens, I will choose slaves to sacrifice for my father's health." Kang Tuoyi turned around and wanted to leave. He was tired of dealing with his elder brother and was angry that they completely ignored his father's health.

"Please wait a moment, my little brother, if I'm not wrong, the priests ask you to find a slave of noble blood to sacrifice. There is no such slave in my father's castle." Momith stopped Kang Tuoyi's steps, and he asked his men to lead a strong slave. Although the slave was rigorously posed, there was a rebellious look between his eyebrows.

"Is this?" Kang Tuoyi asked Momis curiously.

"A Catholic knight who attempts to invade my territory." Momith shrugged and said to Kangtaoyi. Every year, stupid Catholic knights attempt to attack their territory. Of course, these people are much smaller than those of the Western Lady. Such reckless actions often end in failure, but this stubborn action makes the Western Lady not very annoyed.

"Are you a noble?" Kang Tuoyi didn't want to give the wrong offering, so he asked the prisoner.

"Of course, I am Sir Vonneng, the son of Baron George. You pagans will surrender to the only Lord in heaven, otherwise the Lord's wrath will fall on you." Sir Vonneng's armor and weapons had long been disarmed, wearing only a linen shirt, but under the power of faith, he said in a proud and confident voice as if he was wearing invisible armor.

"Are these Catholics crazy?" Momith laughed loudly, as if he was watching a clown. He was originally planning to use this cute knight as his court clown for fun, but it was also worth it to please his younger brother.

"I can't understand." Kang Tuoyi couldn't understand the knight's thoughts. If he was captured and wanted to be sacrificed, he would definitely beg the gods to save his life. However, when the Catholic knight in front of him heard that he wanted to sacrifice with his blood, he was not afraid but looked excited, as if this was the best thing in the world.

"Marty, oh, yes, my soul will be sublimated, and I will become a proud martyr." The Buddha Knight knelt in front of the beheaded wooden stake. He looked at his slaves and the Sislas under the altar with pity, and said in a high voice, with a strange smile on his face.

"Madman." Kang Tuoyi held a long-handled axe in his hand. He looked at the Buddha Knight kneeling in front of him, unable to understand what the smile on his face was. Kang Tuoyi knew that there were fanatical Lomwa believers who believed that self-sacrifice could make him a guest of honor for the gods, but the knight in front of him was obviously not a Lomwa believer, but he was not afraid of sacrifice.

"Do~~~Puchi." Kang Tuoyi raised the axe in his hand. The axe was sharply polished. He aimed at the back of the Buddha Knight's neck and slashed it violently. This was not the first time he offered sacrifices to the gods. His movements were quick and accurate. He could only hear the sound of the axe chopping the bones. The hot blood soared on Kang Tuoyi's face. The knight's head fell and rolled down from his body, but his hands were tightly clasped, maintaining a prayer posture.
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