Chapter 395 New Sacrifice
The arrival of the elves will bring material satisfaction and surplus, which will destroy their local traditions. Lynch does not care about their gains and losses. On a macro level, with the funding from various countries, Obian will be more difficult to be conquered by demons than before.
As for traditions? Where did they lose the civilization passed down to them by the ancient saints?
Even the Obion giants have lost their former intelligence. Compared to their old rules and regulations, Lynch cares more about the safety of the local spiritual vein nodes.
The faint sound of prayer lingered in Lynch's ears, stopping the lizard man who was about to join in the fun.
"Please, blazing Dalari bird, send my prayers to the other side."
In the forest buried by winter snow, deep in the great pine forests of the northern border of Kislev, the Ugor nomads kept their words and actions cautious and respectfully obeyed all the requests of the witches.
The torches surrounded the bonfire like stars surrounding the sun, but they could not illuminate the shadows of the witches.
A creepy hoarse female voice sang praises to the ancient gods of the Ugol people like singing.
"If the sky had a pillar, you would be at its top; if the fire had a beginning, you would be its source."
The witches sang and danced, while the Ugor nomads waited in oppressive silence for the selection of the "ancient widows".
Their culture is always inseparable from blood sacrifice.
When a lucky person was chosen by the witches as a sacrifice to the Daha messenger, the bonfire surrounded by the crowd flickered as if by an illusion.
Lynch used his mind to fix the spirit that wanted to approach his spiritual body. He did not recognize his messenger, nor did he think he needed a messenger.
The blood sacrifice of the fools had no effect on him, and he showed his anger through the flames without any concealment.
The witch's sacrificial knife had hardly been pulled from the unfortunate man's body before the bonfire, which had been consecrated by humans, broke out like a tidal wave.
In an instant, the metal was dyed red by the hot light, and the witches threw down hot daggers one after another. The fire that shot up into the sky melted the snow on the pine trees and almost affected the people around.
Rumors about divine punishment spread uncontrollably. Now everyone knew that their messenger of God was unwilling to accept the witches' sacrifices. Perhaps the witches had chosen the wrong person, or perhaps the messenger of God had changed his style.
Spirits are strange beings, whether they are the tree people in the great forest or the so-called ancient widows in Kislev.
In Lynch's opinion, they are very similar to demons, and they all have chaotic origins.
This is why the Forest of Athel Loren escaped disaster during the Cataclysm.
But they are not demons.
Lynch ate the little guy neatly and responded to the prayer on his own initiative.
"God needs the flesh and blood of demons and ratmen!"
The flames retreated into the bonfire like a stream of water, and the oldest witch received an accurate revelation from a glimpse of the flames when they were at their peak.
The ritual to determine whether Daha was still alive no longer needed to be continued, and even the most skilled witches did not dare to continue.
Their tentative behavior will undoubtedly bring disaster.
Their backward blood sacrifice should be changed to a different style. Lynch didn't think killing a weak mortal would have any effect. At least hundreds of them would have to be killed.
The Serpent God would like their style, but Lynch would not reward it.
After correcting a small mistake, Lynch lost interest in watching the elves communicate, and he briefly wandered around the city.
As the moon sank to the west, the number of pedestrians in the city began to drop sharply.
Late at night, only the elf area in Erlengrad was always lit, and even the castle had only sporadic lights.
There was nothing much to see. The elves' actions during the day scared the local gangs, and the criminal activities that should have been lively at night disappeared tonight. Most people locked their doors, and only a few drunkards wandered in groups on the streets.
Then they disappeared into the corner like weeds swallowed by darkness, and the only proof that they had been there was the footprints on the ground.
The entrance to the sewer was dark and wide open, and it was obvious that these desperate drunks had been possessed by the rat-man.
No one cares about their life or death. Those who get drunk at this time are bankrupt factory owners and homeless people who have lost their families and only have money for their last meal. Even if a few alcoholic scum die here, their families will not care and will only pray to the gods for relief.
At least Lynch heard a lot of prayers of relief that someone did not return home. Most of them were in childish voices, with one or two adulterers occasionally.
Lynch often ran into some sober passers-by who had to travel in the dark, but they were in a hurry and carried swords. Brave warriors would find a hotel to stay in as soon as possible at this time, let alone ordinary people.
With nothing to do, Lynch wandered over to the dock area and found a sewer entrance that allowed him access.
At dawn, the dwarves and humans got out of bed dazed, and after washing and having breakfast - of course, the dwarves didn't need to wash.
In short, everyone arrived at Lynch in time.
The vendors setting up stalls were talking about the burnt smell coming from underground last night. It seemed like there was a big fire underground last night, but fortunately the fire did not spread to the ground.
Except for the officials in the city hall, no one cared about the impact of this incident, and for ordinary people it was just a piece of after-dinner gossip.
Most people thought that the mice seemed a little restless last night, perhaps because of the fire, and everyone who was not sleeping soundly heard their miserable squeaking.
Until now, whenever the sea breeze blows from the west coast, people can still smell the burnt aroma mixed with the stench.
"What did you do last night?" The great wizard curiously lifted the curtain and asked in a low voice to the lizard man who was walking on the street as if he was alone.
"I saw a few ratmen." Lynch coldly rejected the wizard's curiosity.
"I think I understand."
Needless to say, everyone knows what a lizardman will do when he sees a ratman.
"I heard that someone saw a rat as big as a child last night?" Eugen lowered his voice unconsciously. If he had not been traveling with this group of strange creatures, he would have run as far away as possible after hearing such a rumor. Ratmen are not an easy race to deal with.
In the past six months, he has lived a rare life without having to run for his life - those who run for their lives usually encounter their monsters.
"It won't come back again."
"I think our big friend has done a good thing, Granny! Cheers!" Sorian, half drunk and half awake, raised the wine jug and wanted to clink glasses with Eugen.
The oracle was unable to react in time and was bent over by the punch. He struggled to maintain a smile and politely declined the dwarf's enthusiasm.
Not long after driving on the street, the group saw the city gate. There was a river outside the bronze gate. Some merchants who came by boat along the river had obvious Middenheim characteristics. This river can go directly to Middenheim.
Walking west along the river, Lynch saw the border watchtower between Kislev and the Empire not far away.
(End of this chapter)
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