Chapter 566: The Impending Danger and the Beginning! (Seeking Votes)

There are also many ways to perform blood sacrifice.

The simplest and most brutal one is naturally an indiscriminate massacre, using blood and death to please the gods. Generally, those who do this are evil gods. Lu En didn't mind doing so before.

However, after cooperating with Moron, he had more choices.

Blood sacrifice can be an evil sacrifice with blood and flesh flying everywhere, full of madness and death, but it can also be a grand, solemn and majestic sacrifice, including but not limited to offering captives, fighting in front of gods and other rituals.

Some extreme customs even let two well-known warriors fight during the sacrifice, and take death as honor, which is also a blood sacrifice.

Although Lu En does not have such a foundation now, it does not prevent him from making the blood sacrifice ceremony more formal.

The time of the blood sacrifice was set at night, which met Lu En's requirement of the sooner the better, and also took into account Moron's impatience. More importantly, he did not prepare food and shelter for these purchased creatures at all. If he waited another day, deaths might begin to occur.

One after another, oily torches were inserted at the edge of the open space. If you look from a high altitude, you will find that the area where the ceremony is held is an extremely standard circle.

The iron cage was opened, and the creatures in it were released, including most of the half-human-high gravel rats, some green-skinned monkey-like creatures, and even a small number of elves!

These were all purchased by Morun according to the standards of slaves, so you get what you pay for. There are very few strong ones, and even the elves seem to be missing arms and legs, mostly young or old, but there are no humans.

In fact, putting aside the racial factor, Luen admits that humans are relatively high-quality blood sacrifice objects, but elves and humans have a blood feud, especially under the lessons of history, humans have been removed from the scope of slaves, and any elves who meet humans will have only one result, either you die or I die.

On the other hand, on the human side, there are many elf slaves, mainly young and beautiful female elves, and the reason is naturally needless to say.

Surrounded by wild beasts and protected, Luen, with green light spots on his antlers, walked out of the jungle. Moron had already come to meet him with his guards.

"Sir Druid, everything is ready!"

The young elf spellcaster's eyes seemed to flash with something as hot as fire, and his breathing became much heavier. The elf warriors around him looked at Luen vigilantly, especially Kanris.

If possible, he hoped that he could cut off the head of this strange elf with a sword and let Moron wake up, but looking at the giant beasts around Luen, and the alertness from the bottom of his heart, he had to give up this plan.

He knew that if he dared to take action, not only the enemy in front of him, but even the object of his loyalty would attack him without hesitation, which made him hate Luen even more.

Countless wealth and resources were exchanged for these slaves, and the purpose of the exchange was to kill them all and conduct a so-called blood sacrifice. Is there anything more ridiculous in the world than this?

Kanris didn't believe a single punctuation mark in what Luen said, but he couldn't stop Moron from believing in the liar in front of him.

"Sir Moron, history will remember your achievements, and the end of the eternal war will begin from this night!"

Luen glanced over and saw nothing but doubt and questioning. Even Moron, who seemed to be convinced, was actually nervous in his heart, and even more doubtful than others.

This was a gamble, and Moron had been dazzled by the results of success. He was unwilling and even forced himself not to think about the consequences of failure, thus hypnotizing himself, as if he was more certain than Luen that the blood sacrifice ceremony would succeed.

It's easy to make a person lose his mind, as long as the benefits are big enough and the price can be borne.

Moron should be thankful that he met Luen. If it were someone else, his spirituality and even flesh and blood might have been reserved in advance by some evil god.

In countless worlds, the creatures that hold blood sacrifice ceremonies are as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river, and the cases that ultimately succeed are even rarer than the number of gods.

"It's better to do so, otherwise the price of deceiving the Tirehill family will never be something you can bear!"

The elf warrior Kanris suddenly spoke coldly, and then turned around and knelt on one knee in front of Moron: "I'm very sorry, sir, for the honor of the Tirehill family, I secretly informed your mother, Lady Caroline, and she should be on her way now!"

"Kanris, how dare you?!"

The caster was instantly furious, but saw Luen shook his head directly: "Okay, Lord Moron, it's just more witnesses, let's get started as soon as possible!"

Luen's spirituality was so sharp and powerful that Moron's superficial anger could not be hidden from him, but he was unwilling to dwell on it. No matter what Moron planned, everything was just a cloud in front of absolute power.

But at the moment Kanris said the news, Luen suddenly felt a sense of impending danger from the depths of his spirituality, which surprised him secretly.

"It seems that some kind of power has secretly blocked my perception?"

Before this, Lu En's spirituality had no warning at all, but now, the warning signs have risen in his heart like a tide, just like after pulling open a curtain, he found that the danger is already close at hand!

However, Lu En did not panic because of this, because the panic at this time was of no use. Everything was ready for the blood sacrifice ceremony. He only needed Dongfeng. Even if he left decisively now, if the other party could block his perception for the first time, he would naturally be able to block it. The second time around, his situation only becomes more dangerous.

"The original sect really has two brushes. Now let's see who is faster!"

Lu En narrowed his eyes slightly and ignored Morun's explanation. Instead, he walked forward directly and stood in the center of the ritual area, on an altar specially prepared for him.

In the depths of his spirituality, that ray of demigod consciousness is the most important directional sign of blood sacrifice, more than any so-called sacrifice or divine object.

Even if he fails, it is just a loss of consciousness. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, but now, Lu En is the one who is barefoot. Of course, success is much better than failure at any time.

"start!"

As Luen stood in the central area, two elf warriors, numerous rats and other creatures appeared in the ten gaps in the periphery. They lined up in confusion to form long snakes. Countless ferocious beasts emerged from the jungle. He walked out and lay prone on the side, watching eagerly.

Some kind of dry plant was put into the bonfire, emitting a large plume of smoke that enveloped the entire place. All the creatures who inhaled it instantly felt that their consciousness was a little blurred, except that the elves had wet wipes wrapped around their faces, and most of the beasts. He shook his head and woke up.

"The blood sacrifice ceremony begins!"

Beside the campfire, Morlun clenched his staff, his heart pounding, and he gritted his teeth and declared decisively.

Lu En has no way out, and neither does he. He was originally exiled. If he fails this time, he will definitely become the laughing stock of other elves, and his father, who regards honor as his life, will directly expel him from the family and take back Last name!

What awaits him in the end will be a tragic ending. The powerful spellcaster family Tiresil will not allow a member who tarnishes the family's reputation to exist!

Only then did Morun feel strong regret in his heart, but it was of no use. He had followed Lu En on a path of success or failure.

With the arrival of his mother, it may be the honor of success, but it may also be dark bad news!

Clang!

Following Morun's order, the elven warriors drew out their swords one after another and mercilessly wiped the throats of the slaves. The bright red blood surged out and instantly began to flow along the lines on the ground.

The moon rises and its light shines, but it also seems to be filled with a rich blood color.