The Med warriors thought they had to be very cautious if they wanted to capture some orcs for sacrifice, but they didn't expect it to be so smooth. The orcs were stupid and had no defense at all, allowing them to succeed easily.
As long as you are sure that the other person is a vagrant or a beggar, you can go up and knock him out, and then bring him back without any worries.
They had been plundering orcs in Bandehill City for five days, and hundreds of orcs were brought back to the herdsmen's houses.
The warrior leader came over, picked up the unconscious orc, and said to the surrounding Med warriors, "Enough sacrifices, you all stay alert around here and don't let anyone get close to here."
The Med warriors on guard around responded in unison.
The warrior leader glanced around and found nothing unusual, then he carried the orc into the house and into the underground space opened up by the magician.
"This is the last orc. I have already told the people outside to be on alert." The warrior leader threw the orc to the ground aside and said to the busy magician.
The magician just gave him a look, but the spell in his mouth never stopped for a moment. The construction of the large teleportation magic circle made him dare not relax at all.
An extremely complex and huge magic circle has taken shape on the ground, and the magic patterns spread out in all directions like the branches of an ancient tree.
At the end of each branch, there was an orc's corpse. Their necks were cut open, and blood flowed along the magic lines to the center of the magic circle, forming a pool of blood.
The magician purified the blood inside the blood pool and turned it into pure energy to supply the magic circle.
The warrior leader looked around, picked up the orc again, and walked towards the last branch.
I had just put the orc in position when I didn't expect it to wake up. It opened its eyes dazedly and looked around blankly, mumbling, "Where is this? Who are you?"
But soon, he saw everything clearly: the orc corpses and the magic circle covering the ground. The strange and terrifying scene before him instantly woke him up. He widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Why am I here? What are you going to do!"
His voice was high-pitched and kept echoing in the underground space. Med, the magician who had been working without sleep, food or water for several days to set up the magic circle, was attracted by the voice, frowned, and glanced at the warrior leader with dissatisfaction.
The warrior leader was obviously also very angry, and he grabbed the orc's head.
"Let me go! Get out of here!"
The stimulated orc suddenly went crazy when someone grabbed his head. He waved his hands wildly and struggled hard to stand up from the ground.
But the hand on his head held him down tightly, and no matter how he struggled he couldn't stand up.
The cold blade pressed against his neck, causing the orc to tremble uncontrollably, begging for mercy, "No, help!"
"Noisy."
The leader of the Med warriors said something in a low voice, and the sharp dagger slashed across the orc's neck.
"Forehead……"
His hands loosened, and blood gushed out of his neck uncontrollably. The orc tried in vain to cover the wound, but the rapid loss of blood made him lose strength quickly and fall to the ground.
The blood did not splatter everywhere, but was gathered by the magical energy, like a stream, flowing along the branches to the center and gathering into a pool of blood.
As the blood of the last orc gathered in, a dazzling emerald green magical light bloomed in the blood pool, and the magical energy was filled with the breath of life.
"start up--"
When the Med magician saw the green magic energy, he raised his magic wand high without hesitation and shouted in a hoarse voice.
The green magic energy filled with the breath of life quickly flowed to every part of the magic circle, activating the teleportation magic circle that the magician had painstakingly set up.
The space vibrated and the breath of life spread, but because it was underground and a special defensive barrier was set up, the breath continued to circulate in the space and could not be dissipated.
As the magic circle was activated, several figures appeared in the magic circle, as well as a huge thing, which turned out to be a portal of the Med tribe.
It was precisely because of the need to teleport the portal that the magician took so much pains to set up the magic circle.
Along with the portal came a dozen or so Mede magicians.
When the magical light of the teleportation array dissipated, the portal and the Med tribe mage had completely appeared in the underground space.
The Mede magician who had completed the mission was exhausted. His eyes rolled back and he fainted. The warrior leader rushed behind him, supported his body, and gently put him on the ground.
After checking his breath, the warrior leader found that the magician had fainted due to excessive consumption. He felt relieved and looked at the people who had just been teleported over.
"You have worked hard." said the Mede magician who had just traveled through time.
"For the ancestor god, for Med." The warrior leader put his fingers together and pointed at his forehead, his eyes firm and said.
"Take our companions to rest, and leave the rest to us." said the new Med magician.
The warrior leader nodded, helped the unconscious magician to the side, and watched the other magicians get busy.
The next thing is simple. Erect a portal to connect to the ancestral god world. This time, there is no need for bloody sacrifices like before. With the portal, as long as there is enough energy, the connection can be made.
The magician who came from the main world brought enough energy and easily connected to the ancestral world, making the portal light up.
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