Under the cold moonlight.
A primitive and wild altar stood in the vicinity of Spiky Ridge Valley. A species rarely seen in other parts of the main road lived here.
Steel-haired Boar People!
The origin of this creature could no longer be explored. It was only known that outside the human kingdom, near the wilderness, many boar-people like them lived on the edge of the orc's territory. These races were basically the same as the gnolls. They lived a life of fishing and hunting, so hunting was an essential part of their daily lives.
The belief of Malar, the God of the Hunt, was widely spread in this area.
It was close to the early hours of the morning. A large number of bonfires were erected near the altar in front of them. The howling of wild boars could be heard faintly, as well as other chaotic sounds.
Many evil werecreatures were firm believers of Malar, the God of the Hunt.
At this moment, a large number of species gathered near the altar. There were humans, orcs, lizardmen, gnolls, and boar-people. Many creatures were divided into their own camps near the altar. Because of the racial gap, the relationship between these hunters was not very harmonious even if they believed in the same god. In other words, they rarely gathered together unless it was an important mission.
"Awoo!"
A mournful wolf howl was heard. The gnolls near the altar could not help but look surprised, and some even shrank back in fear.
Under the cold moonlight, a tall and burly figure was approaching quickly.
It had an appearance similar to a gnoll, but if one looked closely, it was not a gnoll at all. It was a dark creature.
It was a werewolf!
As a dark species like vampires, the werewolf had talent far beyond ordinary creatures. It looked at the other hunters with scarlet eyes, then slowly walked to the center of the altar.
Dark species relied on hunting to survive.
Whether it was werewolves or vampires, there was a considerable number of people who believed in Malar, the God of the Hunt.
The reason was simple.
It was not only because of the priesthood that the God of the Hunt held, but more importantly, he also had a very special domain.
The Moon Domain!
As a chaotic and evil god, the God of the Hunt could survive for so long. Naturally, he was not easy to deal with.
The Lady of Silvermoon was very weak for a period of time. She even had to rely on the protection of the God of Love and Beauty and the power of the Goddess of Magic to survive. It was during this period of time that the God of the Hunt used a long time to expand his domain and increase the scope of his believers. He used a long time to expand his domain, and he mastered the Moon Domain.
It was because of this.
Many dark species had become his believers, especially the werewolves. Many of the dark species believed in him.
It was well known.
Ever since the God of the Hunt, Malar, had mastered the Moon Domain, the werecreatures had been divided into two factions. One faction maintained their faith in the Silvermoon Lady, while the other shifted to the embrace of the God of the Hunt. They believed that the teachings of the God of the Hunt were more suitable for the nature of the creatures of the Dark World.
"The Sacrifice!"
The burly werewolf stood at the center of the altar, looking down at the other species as if declaring his unique status.
This was a legendary species.
Compared to the Vampires who liked to mix with humans, many Werecreatures loved the wild life. They liked to wander in the wilderness, and many of them lived near the territory of the Orcs.
A dull roar sounded.
A high-grade cheetah was carried up, followed by a dragon with its limbs locked, and then a burly Orc warrior.
One by one, the prey was sent to the altar.
Almost all of them were high-grade creatures. At this moment, they were the prey offered to the God of the Hunt. The power of Bloody Lust would awaken the God of the Hunt.
"Why is there no legendary blood?!"
The Werecreature glanced at the prey, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Are you prepared to offer this trash to my Lord?"
The God of the Hunt loved legendary blood.
Even if there were many high-grade creatures in front of him, the Werecreature thought that it would be better to offer a legendary creature to win the favor of the God of the Hunt.
The Sacrifice was in progress.
Accompanied by the strong smell of blood, the prey were killed one by one. The strong smell of blood gathered on the altar and finally turned into the shadow of a creature with sharp fangs and claws.
This was the body of the God of the Hunt!
One of them looked like a combination of a gorilla and a baboon. Its head was similar to a gnoll's, and its face was blood-red with a ferocious expression. Its ears were shaped like daggers, and its body was covered in thick hair. Its four limbs were sturdy and powerful, and there were traces of a tail behind it.
The King of Beasts.
The Beast of Black Blood.
The body of the God of the Hunt was a beast with high intelligence. It stared at the prey on the altar, and a trace of anger and dissatisfaction appeared in the eyes of the condensed shadow. With a roar, the Gnoll who was in the middle of the Sacrifice suddenly died on the spot.
Whoosh.
A large number of hunters knelt on the ground. They prayed with fear and awe, praying that the God of the Hunt would not be angry with them.
The God of the Hunt was very dissatisfied!
The burly Werecreature seemed to have expected this. Without the legendary blood to offer to the Master, such high-grade creatures would be useless no matter how many of them there were.
"Prey!"
The shadow of the God of the Hunt roared angrily. Suddenly, it turned its eyes to the hillside in the distance and roared, "The prey is there! Catch her! Give her to me! I want her blood! "
There were enemies nearby.
The burly Werecreature realized this in an instant. He knelt on one knee toward the distorted shadow of the beast in front of him and said in a deep voice, "My Master! Lord Hogg Nokma has brought the prey to you! "
Awoo!
With a howl, a few Werecreature figures suddenly rushed out of the darkness. The burly Werecreature leader leaped over a distance of more than ten meters and rushed toward the hillside in front.
At this time.
The other hunters came to their senses and rushed toward the hillside one by one.
Under the cold moonlight.
A strong and tall figure escaped. She had pointed ears, which represented her identity as an Elf. On her back was a silver longbow, and on her waist was a delicate war blade, which meant that she was a brilliant Ranger who was proficient in both long-range and close combat. There was a special emblem on her chest, which seemed to be surrounded by stars. This was one of the symbols of the [Moonwalkers].
She was a member of the Moonwalkers who served the Lady of the Silvermoon!
For some reason, she was lurking nearby to observe the bloody sacrifice held by the hunters for the God of the Hunt, Malar.
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