Under the shadows.
Figures entered the shadows, and these slender Rogues quickly disappeared in front of people. More than half of the Rogues brought by Søren were half-elves. The church of the original "God of Half-elves and Rogues" naturally had more than just a few priests left. In fact, there was a special department inside the church, which had a large number of middle-grade and high-grade Rogues. Unfortunately, there were very few Rogues who could cross the threshold of the legendary realm. It was more difficult for them to enter the realm of legends than warriors. So even if the church served the [Rogue] clergy, the highest professional level Rogue was only a level 18 Rogue.
This was mainly because the original "God of Half-elves and Rogues" was too weak!
It was difficult for a god with weak divine power to give much power, and he had been severely injured by the Shadow Lord. Many rogues even became priests of one or two levels. No one knew if he had a brain cramp to make the church make such a decision. With the limitations of this era, many gods' vision was not so high.
"No enemies!"
"Unknown creatures found! Everyone be careful! "
"Ah!"
"Get ready to fight! Get ready to fight! "
"It's a mutant plant! Be careful of those vines! "
Figures spread out and carefully detected the nearby terrain, but soon there were screams, and Søren disappeared in an instant.
"Clang!"
A cold light flashed, and Søren's figure was like a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, a strange mutant vine was cut into pieces.
"My Lord!"
The half-elven Rogue who was injured by the entanglement fell to the ground and knelt on one knee in front of Søren.
Søren glanced at him, waved his hand, and ordered, "Take him down for treatment. Everyone else, be careful. There are many mutant plants here."
The elite pirates also began to move.
There was basically no road in the dense jungle here. They could only clear one by themselves. Behind the team were some longbow archers. The half-elves were full of excellent archers, but Søren didn't bring many because the pirates' fighting style originally included long-range weapons, such as flying axes, throwing knives, sleeve arrows, crossbows, and so on. Their fighting skills were far better than the soldiers who were systematically trained, and their equipment was naturally more flexible and varied.
A huge footprint appeared on the ground.
Many parts of the island were occupied. Søren saw that the footprints had three legs, which looked like they were left behind by some kind of dinosaur, but they could also belong to other creatures.
The group didn't stop and soon passed through this place.
…
At the other side.
About ten kilometers away from Søren, a group of indigenous people wearing simple clothes with oil paint were hunting.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, the leader of the indigenous warriors with an old and gloomy face waved his hand to signal the others to stop. Then he jumped onto the tree trunk and said in a deep voice, "There's a situation over there!"
They didn't necessarily need to see the enemy to discover them.
The indigenous people were very familiar with the geographical environment here. The old warrior looked at the frightened birds in the distant jungle as if he felt the approaching danger. He slowly said, "You guys go back!"
"There might be some ferocious beasts migrating over there. The rest of you, follow me to take a look."
The size of two thousand people was not small.
Although Søren was very careful to hide it from the indigenous people, he couldn't hide it from the birds and beasts that came from inside. The team's advance startled many birds, and the beasts fled as far as they could when they saw them. Such a thing was enough to arouse the vigilance of the indigenous people who were quite familiar with the environment. However, the leader of this group of warriors seemed to think that some ferocious beasts were approaching because the island had not had visitors from the outside for too long.
In the shadows.
Figures were moving forward slowly.
Suddenly, they seemed to have found something and fled into a hidden corner. Some short and stooped figures with oil paint appeared. They were holding iron spears and approaching bit by bit.
A cold light appeared in the darkness!
In an instant, seven or eight figures of Rogues rushed out of the shadows, followed by the cold light of the cold weapons. More than half of the indigenous warriors fell to the ground in an instant.
"& *%% (¥# * … *&¥% … ¥…"
The leader of the old warriors made a strange sound, but unfortunately, no one present could understand it. The Rogues did not stop attacking. In an instant, they formed a pincer attack from the left and right, and then they saw the body of the leader of the warriors slowly fall to the ground.
"Target eliminated!"
"There are no enemies nearby!"
The smell of blood made the surroundings dead silent. The beasts' sense of smell was very strong, and many of them fled the woods.
"Looks like a small leader!"
Søren glanced at the feathers on the indigenous people and said slowly, "Keep moving forward. Don't be too scattered. "
This time, all the people brought out were advanced professions.
The physical strength of professions was far beyond that of ordinary people. They could support this long-distance raid. Søren did not have time to waste here. He was ready to go straight to the root of the problem around this evening.
On the east side of the river was a village.
There was cultivated land nearby, and there were dug irrigation ditches. From the perspective of civilization, the indigenous people here were much more advanced than the indigenous people of the island of Modor. The former looked like a primitive society, but there were some outlines of a slave society here. The village was surrounded by towering wooden walls, nearly one or two meters thick, which seemed to be to guard against some monsters with terrible power. There were arrow towers on all sides of the wooden walls, and there were warriors on guard. A large number of slaves were working. If it were not for many places that were too rough and simple, perhaps there would be a large town here.
The indigenous people liked the slavery system.
The internal structure of any tribe was supported by many slaves.
Dong Dong Dong!
The strange sound of drums came from inside the tribe, and then there was a kind of frenzied shouting, accompanied by strange harsh syllables.
In the center of the tribe, a group of priests with strange masks stood on the altar, and there was a dark red stone in front of them. Accompanied by the frenzied shouting of the tribe, a group of strong warriors escorted a group of captives. The captives were also indigenous people, but a little different from them was that the captives had white paint on their bodies, while these indigenous people had dark blue paint on their bodies.
"@ # ¥% … …"
A strange sound of gibberish sounded. It sounded like they were singing something. When the shaman priest in front of them raised his hand, the black mass of aborigines knelt down and shouted a name.
"Sa … Gu … Si!"
This syllable, which was similar to the common language, should represent the name of something.
"Ha!"
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of the Shaman priest's mouth. He took a dagger made of bone and came to the first captive. With a cold light, the captive's throat was cut open, and blood gushed out crazily, flowing along the rock and onto the altar. The crowd below suddenly went crazy. When the blood seeped into the surface of the altar, some kind of evil and strange energy also emerged, making all the indigenous people around show a frenzied, intoxicated, and greedy expression.
Blood sacrifice.
The most evil way of sacrifice for the indigenous people, using blood, killing, and death to worship some existences, and to please them and provide them with power!
Looking at the dark red blood on the altar, no one knew how long such a ceremony had been held.
This was the favorite of the evil gods!
It was also the most violent and direct way to increase power. Most of the gods on the continent rejected it, and even many gods in the evil camp stopped this primitive way of sacrifice. The development of believers was much better than this way of relying on blood sacrifice. It was estimated that only the abyss demons were still addicted to the pleasure of killing in this blood sacrifice.
Soon.
The second captive was dragged out.
This kind of sacrifice was often difficult to satisfy the evil gods. If they couldn't provide powerful sacrifices, then they had to rely on numbers to please the evil gods. Often, a bloody sacrifice would last for a long time. When it was late at night, torches would be lit all around, and then it would fall into a wild carnival after the ceremony. The indigenous people believed that mating at this time could produce strong offspring. These offspring would be blessed by the gods and have the power to make themselves violent.
This kind of mating may last until dawn, until the tribe accumulated enough sacrifices for the next ceremony.
…
The sky gradually darkened.
It seemed that the number of sacrifices prepared this time was not much. After killing more than ten captives, the Shaman priest also brought out some imprisoned beasts.
For these non-human sacrifices, a certain existence was obviously dissatisfied.
Because an evil and gloomy aura spread, as if it was angry, making many people tremble. It was no longer a weak spirit. The spirit could only wait passively for the tribe's sacrifice, but it could take the initiative to ask the whole tribe to serve it. Every once in a while, a bloody sacrifice would be held to improve its power.
A cold light appeared in the eyes of the old Shaman priest, and then he ordered a few words in a deep voice.
Soon, there were cries and shouts. Strong indigenous warriors dragged some thin men and women out. They had the same oil paint as the other indigenous people, but all of them were thin and sallow. Accompanied by a cold light, the first slave's throat was cut. As the blood spilled over the entire altar, a strong consciousness suddenly showed a trace of satisfaction. Those indigenous people kneeling on the altar soon showed an excited and fanatical expression on their faces.
A faint smile appeared on the old shaman's face.
He could feel that his power was growing. Every time a bloody sacrifice was held, his strength would increase a little. This was the power given to him by the gods.
…
In the darkness.
Silhouettes were rapidly approaching this place, and even further away, there were warriors ready to go.
Søren looked at the front.
As an existence that was about to become a god, he could see the rich blood red aura above the indigenous tribe, and the power fluctuations produced by some kind of ritual.
Evil God!
A chaotic and evil evil god.
It was not certain whether it was a demigod or a false god, but it was certainly the most chaotic and evil thing.
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