book of old days

Chapter 55 The Blood of Orm
The night wind blew through the woods, making a rattling sound.

It was still the dark night, the cold wind at three o'clock in the morning, and the deep and sneaky environment, but standing in front of the ceremony site surrounded by torches, Sean's mood was completely different.

The so-called first-time familiarity and second-time familiarity mean that if you do a lot of anything and get used to the process, you will usually find that it is actually the same in the end.

Whether it's fishing, hunting, or killing people, even if it's a mysterious ritual like summoning a soul from another world, it's the same.

Sean fiddled with the bones on the ground, put the last bone where it should be, stood up and took a look, it was not bad, it was put together quite decently, he nodded in satisfaction.

If the bones don't look good, it will make the summoned spirit body refuse to possess it, so it can't be careless.

Looking at his pocket watch, it was just at 3 o'clock, and Sean couldn't wait to start calling.

Glancing into the woods behind him, a row of little heads were hiding behind a big tree and watching.

This time he still brought the group of dwarves. Although it was really useless, it would be good to be a cheerleader.

But when it comes to fighting, he still has to rely on himself.

Taking out the Book of the Old, Sean slowly recited the spell.

"A weak existence from the spirit world."

"The lonely dead, the lost souls, the remaining memories, the ghosts who have wandered here for hundreds of years."

"When it alternates with the dark sun, I call you! The place where death meets, I call you! The place where human bones are buried, I call you!"

The surrounding movement was the same as the day before, first there was the strange feeling of being watched, and then the wind suddenly became extremely strong, and the pages of the book in the hands of the night wind blew rustling, blowing Sean's hair flying in all directions, and the torch was in the air. There was a burst of darkness in the night wind, as if it would go out at any moment...

But this time, facing this weird change, Sean not only didn't feel scared, but became a little excited.

This kind of momentum, this kind of movement, this is what the summoning ceremony should have. When the goblin was summoned before, it was really ordinary, and there was no sense of ritual at all.

He thought so, so that his voice became a lot higher,

"In the name of the contract signed between your and my ethnic group and the ancient times."

"I order you to appear in this world!"

Just when he shouted the last character, the wind stopped suddenly, and the surrounding became deathly silent.

Sean put the book away calmly, took out his shotgun, and slowly stepped back. His eyes were fixed on the bones on the ground, and he counted silently in his heart. When he counted to seven, blue Colored flames ignited in the skull's eye sockets, and then spread downwards. The bones on the ground floated up into the air, and combined in the air to form the shape of a human body...

Everything is the same as last time.

Sean raised his shotgun and waited calmly. Finally, the skeleton was completely assembled. It stood in the open space, dazed for a moment, then looked towards Sean, but before it took a step, it heard— -boom!

A gunshot was heard far away in this silent valley. Sean's shot was very precise, and it directly hit the head. A big hole was blasted out of the skeleton's skull by the bullet, and it couldn't help but leaned back. Out of the hole, the anomaly is so weird.

Still not dead?
Sean unhurriedly loaded another bullet, and the skeleton just turned its head around, and straightened it with a click—bang!

Another headshot.

This time, the skull was completely shattered. The newly born skeleton was obviously not very powerful. After two headshots, it finally couldn't hold on, and instantly collapsed, turning into a pile of burning sparks.

Only the white fire of memory floated in the air, which was particularly eye-catching in the night.

Sean unhurriedly reloaded the bullet again, and then walked over slowly.

It has to be said that this time the summoning ceremony was much smoother, he thought, stretching out his hand to grab the fire of memory.

It was dark before his eyes, and the next second, he found himself sitting by a fire, surrounded by many Nord warriors in armor, long swords, battle axes, and their iconic log shields, while gnawing Meat, drinking wine, chatting loudly.

Those voices were so vague that they couldn't be heard at all, perhaps because the content was not important, so they were not remembered by the owner of this memory.

Sean looked around through the eyes of the rememberer, and the distant sky shone slightly, as if it was early morning. They were sitting in a clearing among the woods, and such fires could be seen everywhere.

A thin man wearing only leather armor suddenly rushed out of the forest, he ran past the fire in a hurry, and the cold wind brought by him moved the shadow of the flame.

The Nords all looked at the man, watching him rush into an ancient temple behind him, Sean couldn't help being stunned for a moment, the terrain around the temple was a little familiar, it seemed to be near the mansion where he lived.

"Olaf, what news do you think the man brought back?"

This time Sean finally heard clearly, the person opposite was speaking to him, Olaf?It turned out that this product was called this.

"I'll find out soon." Olaf said, taking a sip of his wine and hiccupping.

Sure enough, soon, an old man wearing extremely gorgeous and exaggerated costumes came out of the temple, followed by a group of temple guards in furs of beasts, and a female warrior in chain mail holding a sword and shield.

The old man shouted loudly, causing all the Nords around him to come together, and he raised his hands, "Nord warriors, those bastards of Breton are attacking us, they want to blaspheme Orm's reputation , wanting to destroy our tradition, Orm has issued an oracle, and what will greet them will be destruction. Orm will come to the battlefield in person. Under the protection of Orm, the Nords will be invincible!

Aum has bestowed the blood of Aum, now, welcome this gift, drink the blood of Aum, and become the hand of God!Sweep away all enemies who dare to stand in our way! "

Several large vats filled with blood were lifted out of the temple, and the bronze vats were filled with bright red liquid.

The Nords took out jugs and wine glasses one after another, and stretched out their hands into the big tank,
Olaf also followed in the team, scrambling to stretch out the horn cup in his hand, regardless of the trace of wine remaining in the cup, he filled a large cup full.

He squeezed out of the crowd and couldn't wait to drink up the liquid inside. Sean could feel the smell of blood in his mouth. The sticky taste made him a little sick, but Olaf didn't feel sick, and he even drank it happily. The wine glass was thrown at the crowd, and there was a roar.

There were such roars one after another.

Sean could feel a fearless rage rising suddenly from Olaf's heart, and the angry killing intent filled his heart, as if he had inexhaustible strength all over his body.

The killing intent was so real that even Sean was infected by it, and couldn't help but yelled.

"For Aum! Kill!"

"Kill Brighton offal."

"For Nord!"

"For the glory of the gods of the north."

"I am invincible!"

Shouts resounded all over the field.

(End of this chapter)