The snowflakes in late winter crushed the branches, and at the foot of the mountains, there was a green scene. It was not green grain, but a large area of green-skinned orcs and goblins. The long winter finally passed, and after slaughtering an entire group of ratmen
After the clan, Grimgor Ironhide decided to go north again to conquer those humans who were not conquered last year, and at the same time, continue to look for opponents worthy of challenge.
According to the rules of the tribe, he held sacrifices and divination ceremonies in advance. Eight "highly respected" prophets and shamans gathered in front of a "temple" and chanted in ancient and mysterious languages.
This is a mysterious language that almost everyone cannot understand, and the reason why it is mysterious is actually because most greenskins do not understand it... It is simple and crude, because you do not understand it, so it is mysterious...
The temple is actually a small hill built with skulls and stones, which are the heads of various creatures they chopped off during the war. For the greenskins, only such a gorgeous pile of corpses can reflect their
This is their tribute to Brother Gaomao.
Underneath the temple is a wooden chopping block used for living sacrifices.
The shamans gathered around the altar, dancing, sometimes singing loudly, sometimes whispering. Some mysterious smoke rose from the fire, making the green-skinned orcs around them widen their eyes and reveal some incredible expressions.
The expression. For the green-skinned orcs, this is a miracle.
But the absolute leader of the entire army, Grimgor Ironhide, was standing aside, unhappy. He looked at the sacrificial ceremony with cold eyes, and snowflakes slapped on his armor, falling between his lips, mouth and nose, and was
Melted by the heat of his breath. Compared to the green-skinned orcs who watched the sacrificial ceremony with great interest, Grimgor Ironhide was more bored and impatient.
He kicked the stones on the ground in annoyance. Every time the shaman chanted, he kicked the big stone hard, using it as an object to vent his anger. Grimgor Ironhide roared, for him
, the sacrificial ceremony was boring and boring, he would rather go to the hole in the ground to kill a few more mice to relieve his boredom, rather than listen to these useless shamans and prophets singing and dancing here.
However, the ritual must continue because the orcs believe this...
I saw the shamans in front of the temple dividing their labor and working together. Two big green-skinned shamans tied up a living rat, or to be precise, the leader of the rat-men. They tied the fat rat-man to the altar.
Above. The fire was burning blazingly on the side, and the heat wave came over, making it almost impossible for the dying rat-man to breathe.
After tying it to the altar, the green seer, the eldest and most qualified shaman, walked up. He held a willow stick in his hand, with a strange stone tied to the top of the stick. Under the pale sunlight,
A strange shimmer reflected below.
The old shaman walked up to the rat man, took the sharp knife from the hand of another green-skinned shaman, and then severely cut the rat man's body near the stomach. The greasy blood flowed from the body of the fat rat man.
It flowed out and dyed the altar under him a little red.
The shamans began to chant crazily and dance around the rat men.
It can be seen that even the leader was trembling in such a terrifying and weird atmosphere. The rat man who was placed on the altar was trembling, and his blood dripped on the altar little by little, and the sacrifice
It was far from over. The old shaman then slashed it a second time. This knife cut from the rat man's left shoulder and penetrated the entire chest. The helpless rat man screamed wildly, but its sharp screams were still heard.
But the green-skinned orcs saw weakness in their eyes.
Warriors never scream and cry.
Grimgor Ironhide watched all this from the sidelines. Although the whole sacrificial ceremony was very brief and would not last more than an hour, it was already a torment for Ironhide. He gasped, left the field angrily, and bumped away behind him.
A bunch of orc boys saw a group of little goblins singing and dancing around the campfire, celebrating their victory. They walked over directly, grabbed one of the goblin boys, and smashed it onto a wooden stake on the ground. Bloody water splashed on him.
One hand. But the orc leader was not satisfied yet. He grabbed a fleeing goblin and roasted it in the fire... The screams soon stopped.
If it weren't for the sacredness of the ritual, Grimgor Ironhide wouldn't even want to stay there for one more second. It's torture, listening to those shamans nagging, nagging. I've heard enough of Xiaodi Jingmin along the way.
Nagging, nagging, and now I still have to listen to the old shaman nagging...
On the other side, after killing the rat-man leader, the sacrificial ceremony began to reach its climax. The green-skinned shamans gathered around the corpse, singing, dancing, and dancing, as if they were using this fat rat as a sacrifice to the devil.
Brother Mao.
Soon, other orcs present were inspired, and they joined in the fanatical sacrificial ceremony, shouting loudly, and dancing with their hands and feet.
Roar……
Grimgor Ironhide roared in his heart. He had seen enough of such meaningless performances. It would be better to kill a few more rats or a few more shrimps.
Finally, the tribe's sacrificial ceremony ended. The sacrificed rat-man drained its blood amidst the roars of the greenskins. Before that, its eyes were wide open in fear.
And Grimgor finally waited until it was time to vent. He picked up an orc boy outside, punched him in the face, and punched him in the abdomen. The orc boy howled in pain, and Grimgor
Rimgor Ironhide let out a hearty roar, and the two punches were just an appetizer. He grabbed the orc and danced wildly in the air like a chicken. After he fell to the ground, he smashed him on the wooden stake again until he was about to catch the orc.
This unlucky orc boy was smashed beyond recognition and his flesh and blood were mangled.
Grimgor Ironhide gasped, which seemed to calm down the bloodthirsty desire in his heart. Despite the surprised looks of the green-skinned orcs around him, Grimgor Ironhide walked out of the camp alone... He had never
He doesn't worry about whether he has followers, or he doesn't care at all whether there are orcs or goblins willing to follow him. What Grimgor is looking for is just endless battles...
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In spring, everything revives, and the snow on the school grounds is swept away and gradually melts.
At the same time, a new round of training also began. Since there were not so many jobs for the refugees from Fort Watch, Rhodes gathered the remaining refugees and came to the old school to start a new round of training. These civilians had once
He had participated in the tragic battle to defend the Keep, and had taken up arms to fight, but now, the war was not far away. Rhodes prepared for the worst. One day, Grimgor Ironhide might come back with an army.
Before finding a better place for these people, gather them together and train them into militia to prepare for emergencies.
The entire Blackhammer Castle, after four years of peace, was once again filled with a strong war mood.