The Swordsman of Faerûn

89 Blood Sacrifice

William was sitting in the tent, shaking his blood with difficulty, and his body was sweating like rain. The frost giant was indeed powerful enough, with rough skin, thick flesh, full of energy and blood, and extremely resistant to beatings. In order to settle them, William was almost exhausted.Of course, it's not that troublesome if you use a weapon, but it's on other people's territory after all, so how can you drag your family by yourself to be cruel to the owner.

The severe cold is coming, Misha'er is wrapped in a soft winter wolf fur, leaning aside and looking at her brother quietly, her little head with Cole's horns turned upside down playfully shakes from time to time, her eyes flicker and flicker, and her red hair is under her forehead Burns like a flame.Under such weather, the little girl wanted to run out and play happily in the falling snow, but without William's company, she could only give up this little desire,
"William! Are you hot?" Misha asked curiously when she saw the fog on her brother's body, her brown-blue eyes sparkled with infinite hope, "Heck! William! Misha is very smart! Wait a minute! Hee hee!" The little girl dragged the winter wolf fur and staggered out of the tent.A lot of deadly cold air rushed in from the gap in the tent left, making William shiver, but it was because he lacked energy and blood, and his ability to resist cold was somewhat weakened.

"William! William! Look! Look! What did Misha'er catch?" The little girl ran back with snowflakes in a winter wolf's skin, her face was flushed from excitement or it was too cold. It was frozen, "These white snows are so cold! Use them to cool off! This way, my brother doesn't have to be afraid of the heat! Hee hee! William! Isn't Misha very smart?" The little girl showed off to her brother with a smile, The look of "quickly praise me" is clearly written on the small face.

William, who opened his eyes, couldn't help but smile wryly, you little fool!I'm obviously sweating here. It's the time when I'm afraid of the cold and need to keep warm. How can I use snow to cool me down? What a shame!Damn!I am so miserable!Coaxing a child is no easy task.

"Little Misha. Erguo is really the cutest! Big brother is cool. Much cooler! Hehehe! Hehe! Hehe!" William, who was brave enough to wipe the snow on his body, praised the little girl with a forceful smile, but his body could not bear it. He couldn't stop shivering, his teeth were chattering up and down, and he couldn't speak well.

Having received her brother's praise, Misha'er was so happy that her eyes almost turned into lines: "Ah! Misha'er is very smart! Hehe! William! Isn't it very comfortable now?"

William showed a smile uglier than crying and said weakly: "It's very... very comfortable."

"That! Then Misha, go and catch more! Clack!" The little girl happily slapped her hands, her little spirit rose up suddenly, and she ran out in a hurry.

William, whose face was pale from the cold, hurriedly shouted from behind: "Don't! Misha! It's... cold outside!." Unfortunately, the little girl had already run away. William shook off the snow water on his body in a panic, and pulled a blanket. Wrap yourself up hard, it's too damn miserable!Hitting a swollen face to pretend to be fat is no fun!
Since he was reborn, after living together for so much time, William has lost his original intentions. He no longer regards taking care of the two children as a means to fulfill "William's" last wish and resolve the knot in his heart.William now prefers to watch Misha enjoying a happy childhood carefree and forgetting the sufferings of the past. She is different from Alos. Through the wind and rain, become a man who can protect himself and even take charge of himself.

Not to mention the oolong between William and Mishaer, on the top of the mountain where the blood sacrifice was held, Gotti and several female frost giants carefully carved mysterious patterns on the stone platform, with rough scratches, forming a strange scene. The figure, which does not belong to the mark of any known god, the male frost giant dragged Hill, who was struggling, and fixed him in the center of the pattern.

Hill looked desperately at Gotti, who was holding a strange-shaped dagger, approaching step by step. The so-called dagger was just a term relative to the frost giant. In Hill's eyes, it was no different from a one-handed sword: "No! Don't! Please! Your honor Mrs. O'Mulstott! Let me go! I don't want to die like this!" The sacrifices who died due to blood sacrifices are different from ordinary souls returning to the kingdom of the dead after death. The souls of the deceased will be completely burned and decomposed , the soul will never be reborn, and the original spirituality belongs to the victim. That is to say, all resurrection spells, even [Prayer] and [Miracle] cannot bring him back to life. It can be called the most thorough death method in this world. .

"No—!" Hill's body and soul roared in pain under the strange-shaped dagger, his face was distorted by pain, and even the canine teeth were gradually growing longer, and the hair was slowly protruding out of his body. His body began to mutate. He was supposed to transform on the night of the full moon, but now he began to transform into a werewolf. His mouth protruded and elongated, his ears protruded and his pupils shrank, the bones of his limbs reversed, and his sharp claws protruded. Like a hook.

Five or six frost giants desperately suppressed Hill, who had suddenly become extremely powerful. He didn't realize that his body was inadvertently cut, and a little bit of hot blood sprinkled on the altar was strangely absorbed by the engraved patterns.Hill's blood spewed out twisted, and instantly filled the pit in the center of the altar, "Quick! The blood of the winter wolf!" Gotti quietly held the dagger inserted into the werewolf's chest without moving, and clearly issued an order from his mouth.

While howling, several winter wolves were decapitated by other frost giants who had been waiting there for a long time. The hot blood of the wolf heads spilled on the altar, and the snowflakes falling from the sky were directly vaporized by the hot air. Humans, even if they become werewolves, their blood will still congeal quickly when they are cold, while the blood of winter wolves is the cold-resistant liquid second only to frost giants, and it can maintain temperature for a period of time even in the cold polar regions. One of the reasons why these cold subspecies creatures are not afraid of the cold is that the mixture of the two can ensure that the blood of the sacrifice can flow smoothly through the pattern of the altar to complete the blood sacrifice.

In fact, the best blood sacrifice materials are frost giants and dwarves. The blood of the two has an incredible magic power. The earliest frost giant blood sacrifice rituals used the two as sacrifices, but the frost giants had abandoned this long time ago. They even strictly forbid the use of any of the two races as sacrifices.

Hill's blood mixed with the blood of the winter wolf quickly spread in waves among the patterns on the altar. It seemed that some strange invisible force was pushing them. Gotti sliced ​​open Hill's chest, splitting his heart and Liver, spleen, lungs and other viscera were cut off one after another, and placed in special places specially carved on the altar. However, Hill, whose viscera were emptied out and drained of blood, was not dead yet. He lay dying on his back on the altar. Central Taiwan.

When the frost giant who was suppressing Hill relaxed under Gotti's gesture and was about to leave, the werewolf suddenly opened his mouth and bit a frost giant's calf, and tore off a piece of flesh, the frost giant's blood was covered with blue light. Immediately, the spring gushed out and sprinkled in the werewolf's blood.

"Damn it! Leave the altar immediately!" Gotti yelled and ordered the injured frost giant. She pulled out a huge ax and chopped off Hill's head, but she didn't pay attention to the flesh and blood of the frost giant in the werewolf's mouth. Gotti threw down the giant ax and placed Hill's head on his chest, and uttered the priest's blessing with some anxiety:
"The Frozen Dawn! The Frost Maiden
Aurul!

Winter Goddess from the Heart of Rage!

Praise you!Praise be to you!I am in awe of you!fear you!
The Holy One born in the cold wind and snow!
Winter has come!

Call out your great name - Aurul!

Sacrifice the flesh and soul of mortal animals to you!

Protector of the Frost Giants!Aurul!
Only with the blood holder of Omuelsdot (that is, the host of the ceremony)!

Armas Orisimara
"

Gotti was chanting mantras and hymns frantically. She held Hill's heart in her hand. The heart was beating violently out of thin air, like a drum beating. Under the heart was a sacrificial dagger standing upside down. The blood on the altar was Boiling, Hill's head began to slowly deform, and his liver and other organs were also resonating with the heart, and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)