Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 63 35. The Victim

Dacius drank a glass of wine to end today's dinner. After drinking, he jokingly asked: "By the way, my dear brother, do you need me to bring your fiancée any words?"

After saying this, the children of the disaster family who were still in the dining area all booed.

Maranul looked at Dacius with an embarrassed expression and said, "Get lost!"

Dacius stood up and made an extremely exaggerated aristocratic salute and said solemnly: "I see, I will convey to her how much you miss her."

"roll!"

When the last ray of sunlight fell over the jagged peaks of the Blackridge Mountains, the plebeians of Krakalond, Drucci and the slaves, knew exactly what it meant.

Death fell on them at midnight, and as the last ray of dawn passed away, screams began to emanate from the Temple of Kane, a piercing sound that made one's scalp tingle, a sound mixed with pain and fear, It seems to be an eternal echo condensed by the last cry of the sacrificers before their death.

To the north, in the center of Hal Ganth, stood the greatest temple ever built to Cairn.An eerie red light illuminated the windows and steeples of the building, and screams echoed from its walls, fleeing into the darkness of night.

A shadow stepped onto the highest balcony of the temple, stepped barefoot across the marble floor, and jumped onto the balcony railing, with an unearthly elegance, flowing and fluffy white hair extending to the ankles, covering the naked and naked body. Bloody body.

Hawley the Greatest Bride of Cairne, she was just a wizened old crone, for Morathi had kept from her the deepest secrets about the use of the pool of blood.She needs a large number of sacrifices to fill her cauldron every year, but the effect of each filling can only last for a short time.

She stands high above her city, full of her splendor and glory, and her laughter resounds from every corner of the temple of Cain, the laughter soon turns cruel and turns into screams, let the laughter be heard souls are terrified of what is to come.

The night of the dead has begun.

With the slamming of doors and sealed windows, Kane's Bride, Witch Spirits start prowling the streets, every Drucci wants to live, and any Durucci caught becomes their revenge for Kane. An honorable sacrifice, but no Drucci wants to be a victim himself.

Born to satisfy Kane's thirst for blood and sacrifice, the Witch Spirits are the cruelest of Drucci's brutal race.Their service to the bloody hand god is bloody, digging out the still beating heart from the chest of the victim and roasting it on the fire, painting the struggling body with scarlet runes, and dying with blood. The entrails of victims were used to adorn the altar.

In the midnight of death, the witch spirit will drink the blood wine soaked with stingers, and then fall into ecstasy.In this state of ecstasy, they don't care about their own defense at all, they only think about how to tear apart the enemy and have a feast of blood.There was no grace in their fights, just the slashings of poisoned swords, full of insanity.

Those who were injured but survived will become the playthings of the witch spirits.Unlucky ones are torn to shreds in the carnival, and their blood is sacrificed to the ever-thirsty God of Bloodhands.

Alan's elder brother was wise, and the other slaves told him of this magical night, when he had long ago stocked up some straw in the pit behind the stables of the Gollard family, and now he had gone into the pit and used the straw Put it on, and pray to Thalia to see the sun tomorrow.

Lai Qi appeared in full armor with a serrated long sword. He glanced at the hole behind the stable, sneered and left. His target tonight is not this poor little guy, but a good brother of his. He has already found out who arranged to tamper with the ship.Hal Gansi is bound by the strictest laws of Naggaroth, which will only be temporarily abolished at the midnight of death, and tonight there will be revenge for hatred and revenge for revenge!

At this time, Dacius was fully armed and looked back at the Druccis who were following him.

Butler Dia came over and saluted Dacius and said, "Master, Young Master Newker asked me to inform you that the Calvo family has been pardoned."

Dacius sneered, he didn't know what he was laughing at, assimilated?Or laughing at the Patriarch of the Calvo family who has a dead son and has neck and brain problems?never mind.

"Tonight! Have a good kill!" Immediately after waving, Dacius's followers, Edmund, Carleen, family children and elite family guards rode out on Cold One.

It was not at all surprising to hear a door slamming on this night, a small group of witch spirits rushing into an inconspicuous building, having stepped on plates many times before.Their frantic screams filled the building, but instead of the horrific screams they expected in response, there was a soundless silence.

Their leader raised a jagged short dagger, she put the point of the dagger to her lips, silently made a hysterical and pathological movement, and the rest of the witch spirits fell silent instantly, showing a pathological silent smile .

"Don't look in the basement, don't look in the basement, don't!"

Suddenly, the sound of heavy breathing came from under the floor and reached their ears, and they all grinned.After a quick search of the house, they found a floor door leading down.

Tonight, no victim will escape fate.The floor door was ripped from its hinges by the Witch Spirits, and their leader ignored the easy-to-climb ladder and jumped straight into the darkness.In the corner of the basement, she saw a figure curled up in fright.

The leader of the witch spirit grinned, stuck out her tongue, and slowly licked her red lips. With seductive and vigorous steps, she approached the hiding Drucci, stretched out her jagged dagger, and slowly touched his cheek A slit was made.

The venom ran through the victim's veins, his eye sockets widened, and his body went limp.With cheers, the witch spirit leader grabbed him by the hair and started pulling him into the street.

The pain of hair being pulled was nothing compared to the pain that was to come.

The victim was thrown into the middle of the street and surrounded by witch spirits. The witch spirits jumped and circled lightly and nimbly. Each witch spirit would gently cut the victim a little bit, and the pain suffered by the victim was magnified a thousand times. , every caress of the blade seemed to pierce his heart.

The witch spirits continued to dance around the victim, playing with him, leaving only tiny scratches on the surface of his skin.

　Last night, I had a low-grade fever in the middle of the night _(:з」∠)_ swallowed words. .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)