The Summoner

The hall was enveloped by a strong **** smell, and the diffuse blood lingered around the people like a mist. The faint murmur appeared on the floor at the bottom of the hall. It seemed that the innocent child whispered in his sleep, it was very warm, but it followed the The viscous blood swelled and became more terrifying!

Chatu stood beside him, his eyes full of cruelty and pleasure, and there was no mercy in the child's whispering. For him now, the so-called mercy has long been wiped out at the moment when his son died !

Since no one was willing to pity him, but now he, why should pity others?

"All right!"

He just looked up and looked at the members of the Dark Sun Church beside him: "Go!"

"Well!" The man nodded, but looked again at the big shaman standing on the main stage next to him, and said softly: "Great Shaman, we are ready, so are you ready now?"

"I have been waiting for you to prepare." The big shaman nodded slowly, but waved to the side, the voice was solemn as a ritual: "My god's whisper has already echoed in the astral world, and the great existence will return to the world again, my god's Believers, the shamans who were inspired by the power of my **** now need your strength to open the door of the main plane to communicate with the astral world, and call the spirit of my **** to come here, turn into the body of the orc, and become destiny King of Orcs!"

"Everything is for the rise of the half-orcs!" The shaman standing on both sides slowly moved forward, wearing the same white zebra mask on their faces, reaching out their hands expressionlessly, pulling out their daggers around their waists and splitting them instantly Up his throat.

"puff--"

Blood spewed from the cut throat.

The bodies of these twenty orc shamans dried up in an instant like withering, but the blood was sprayed on the floor in front of it that had been condensed into a thick blood pool, just like sprinkling ketchup with brown sugar water. The appearance becomes more and more strange, the ritual also becomes more and more evil.

But on the specially polished floor of the hall, there was a ray of light at this time, and a special magic circle was in effect. At the same time, the shaman that fell around the whole body also raised a flame of blood.

"Uh-"

A shrill roar came out of the withered bodies of the shamans.

Unlike the sound of the vocal cords, but with the rise of the blood flames, this group of withered shamans turned to ashes, but the crying cry did not stop, but it grew larger and larger, and it slowly decreased until the apex. .

This is the soul burning, and these shamans are used as candles to draw strength!

"This is a necessary sacrifice!"

The man chuckled.

The face under the hood can't see the expression clearly, but can also see the faint smile in the corner of the mouth: "Although the recovery deity is simpler than the resurrection deity, it is not so easy!" He looked at the dasa standing on the stage Man slowly said: "You are the most important high priest in this plan, and the high priest you will rely on under the crown of Goulelik in the future. I think you should be able to see the sacrifice now, right? ?"

"Can you see it?" The big shaman also chuckled, and the voice under the mask was also repressed and hoarse: "In order for Orcs to become glorious and not continue to be bullied as usual, I am certainly willing to make sacrifices!"

"It's wise!" The man nodded with a smile: "People who accomplish great things will not succumb to small problems!"

"Yeah." The big shaman said: "It makes sense."

"Ready!"

The figure in the front opened at this time: "The potion supplemented by the soul has been made!"

On the floor in front of the hall, the thick blood has been completely reduced to the size of a small fist, with a slight light, bright red to the point of dazzling, with a special rhythm that seems to **** the soul, slowly floating in the air In the middle, he was just trying to reach out and put it in a box made of mithral silver.

All the dust settled, and the **** smell in the whole hall also dispersed randomly. The whispers of the children and the cry of the shaman's burning souls had disappeared without a trace.

If it weren’t for the intact clothing on the floor, it probably didn’t happen.

It's just that everyone didn't get silent.

"it has started!"

The man in the church in the dark said: "Ready to open the door of the astral world!"

Behind them, 10 members of the Dark Sun Church wearing dark robes stepped forward, murmured a spell in their mouths, and were in the hall, but there was an abrupt crack in the place where the magic circle was originally, slowly expanding, and at the same time Opposite the crack, an extremely dark, also slowly passed out.

With the absolute deepness that seems to be still even time, horrible death, and various light points shining from afar, it finally turns into a gate, and at the same time connects the opposite side, a special building floating in the astral world .

An almost magnificent but extremely ruined... Temple!

"...Who disturbed my deep sleep?"

"...Who offended my glory?"

"...Who is trying to...get my mercy?"

A loud voice was heard in the temple. In the dark and deep darkness, the temple still glowed with faint light. At the same time, the giant door made of gold also slowly opened, and a jackal made of golden light Slowly appeared there, stepped over the dilapidated square full of potholes, and slowly came to the gap.

The golden eyes stared across the gap, he also saw the big shaman standing on the stage with a zebra mask on his face, and the same jackal idol behind him, the corner of his mouth seemed to be smiling .

"...Ru... Want to revive my glory? Spread... Faith in the main plane?!"

"I believe in you sincerely!"

The big shaman knelt slowly on the stage, knees on the ground, and forehead buckled.

His appearance is extremely pious, and his words are also with absolute sincerity: "30,000 orphans, orcs who have been expelled from outside the world, are willing to cite you to believe in you, the **** of great hyenas and zebras, once a jackal God, domesticated hyenas and zebra beasts teach jackals to hunt and congregate, and guide jackals to develop a civilized patron saint. Under the crown of Golelyk, we are willing to believe in you wholeheartedly, and may you lead us out of the trough and walk for you In the world, spread your glory from the ancient era!"

"...You have to serve me? Believe me? Give your sincerity?" In the crack, the shimmering golden wolf giggled, and slowly said through the gap in the void: "What do you want?"

"I do!" The big shaman nodded.

"...I shall come." The golden jackal phantom stepped out of the gap.

"woo woo woo woo--"

But at this moment, the gap was like a tough transparent film blocking the advent of the golden jackal phantom, a considerable pressure appeared, and even began to form a spatial distortion in this hall!

But the ghost image of the golden jackal is still slowly breaking through the film and coming to this world!

"Welcome my **** to come!"

The big shaman kneeled forward and crawled forward.

The whole person closed their eyes and seemed to sink completely in front of the crack of the void: "My god, my god, my god, the once **** of the jackals, leading the family to the rising great shore god!" he murmured. : "The gods of hyenas and zebras today, the only gods the Orcs rely on, I am willing to serve as your general in this world, the container that holds your supreme gods and souls, walk for you with noble and noble spirits Dirty world!"

"...Your wish is as I know it, you are my priest, I promise you what you wish, open up the civilization of the orcs, and become a new race, the **** kingdom of Nawu, as my believer." ,make the commitment.

"Thank you for the grace of God!" The big shaman kneeled down on the ground piously, without any resistance.

"it is good!"

The golden ghost completely broke through the film.

The limitation of the main plane was briefly broken, and the temple seemed to have fallen into time stillness or space distortion, but because of the special restraint, it did not evolve into a great disaster, and the temple as a whole remained absolutely stable.

In particular, the carved stone statue of a jackal holding a halberd on the stage was engulfing a red awn.

A wave of mysterious mystery appeared, and a supreme rhythm also spread.

A mystery descended on the big shaman.

"I... come back!"

The golden shaman appeared in the eyes of the big shaman.

He slowly stood up from his knees and turned to look at the statue of the wolf man worshipped on the high platform behind him. He stretched out his hand and pulled off the white zebra mask on his face. The childish face was about 20 years old, but the golden one In the eyes, the vicissitudes of the years flashed: "I finally...returned here again...the main plane!"

"The great **** of hyenas and zebras, under the crown of the supreme golelik, your believers pay their deepest respect to you here!" There was a loud voice behind him, and there was a sound of kneeling on the ground .

"Huh?" The golden eyes looked as he turned around: "Do I still have human believers today?"

"Wait for you to be your most devout believer!"

The man kneeling at the forefront spoke.

At the same time, reach out, lift the Mithril Box in front of Chatu, kneel down to the big shaman with golden eyes, and say congratulatoryly: "This is what we are doing to supplement your soul and break the astral bondage. , And the potion specially made to supplement the soul, I hope you can restore the supreme existence as soon as possible!"

"Inferior soul replenishes potion?" The golden eyes looked at the Mithril Box, and he took it between his hands, nodding calmly: "Although it is very bad, but you are also considered."

"Poor?" Chatu suddenly looked up at him: "You said my potion is poor?!"

"Ok?"

The golden eyes raised doubts.

But looking at the madness and cruelty in Chatu’s eyes, the original doubtful eyes instantly turned into anger, and he threw away the secret box, and his voice rolled like a thunder: "No! You are not my believer! "He waved his hand, a golden light flashed, and his voice was also angry: "Who are you waiting for? How dare you offend the glory of the gods so much? Break the shackles of the astral world at will to revive my soul in this world?"

"We are really your believers! We..." The panic sounded, but the man kneeling in front of him suddenly pulled out a dark dagger and stabs heavily into the chest of the big shaman: "We !Want your soul! Bring us a new future!"