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Ulan and the others retreated, and 10,000 newly selected warriors knelt beside the altar.
They were selected from the subordinates of the three kings, and each of them selected more than 3,000 people.
Their attitudes are very devout, enjoying this glorious moment.
The high priest raised the scepter in his hand and said in a loud voice: "Warriors, you are fighting for the gods and spreading the glory and majesty of the gods.
Now, let go of your minds and accept the gifts and blessings of the gods.
After this, you will return to the arms of the gods, and you will never suffer again. "
The warriors stood up and bowed to the gods.
As the high priest waved the scepter in his hand, the blood mist on the altar began to sprinkle on the kneeling warriors.
Some priests drove the war horses to the side of the altar, then cut their throats open, poured blood into the center of the altar, and poured it on the wailing skinless men.
Originally, cattle and sheep should be used at this time, but they have no cattle and sheep, and now they can only use war horses instead.
This scene will also continue until the end of the sacrifice tomorrow morning, which requires a large number of animals.
The blood mist penetrated into their bodies through their facial features and hair, their skin began to turn red, and their eyes began to turn red.
The sacrifice will last a whole night, and the priests have been dancing their ancient dances, chanting ancient spells, and waving the bone staff in their hands.
In the cold wind, the warriors gradually could not feel the coldness of the cold wind, and the strength in their bodies became stronger and stronger.
The wailing of the skinned sacrifices became even more horrific.
It's just that everyone was indifferent to their wailing, but felt a little bit of excitement.
In the middle of the altar, the injected blood was continuously evaporated, and then poured into the surrounding warriors.
Early the next morning.
When the sun began to appear in the sky and the sunlight fell on the plateau, Ulan and others stepped out of the barracks.
The ceremony is over, and the priests have been busy all night.
The face of the high priest was full of exhaustion, but there was still a hint of excitement on his face: "The great Zuo Dadutong, the sacrifice went very smoothly, and the god was very satisfied with the sacrifice. He gave The strength of the warriors."
Later, the high priest turned around and said loudly to the kneeling warriors: "Warriors, the sacrifice is over, now is the time for you to show the power of the gods to the world."
The warriors got up from the ground one by one.
Ulan saw that at this moment, their skin was glowing red, and the muscles on their bodies exploded crazily like steel pouring, which was obviously very terrifying.
Everyone's muscles were enlarged and bulged, like a humanoid monster.
The clothes on their bodies have long been torn, and now they are in the cold morning, but they don't feel cold at all.
The bigger their muscles, the more successful the sacrifice.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
After the sacrifice, the warriors roared towards the sky.
They felt that there was majestic energy and blood surging in their bodies, and they wanted to vent and destroy everything.
At this moment, they are like wild beasts.
It's just that they still have a sliver of reason to tell them that Ulan and the others in front of them are their leaders and they must obey their orders.
"Warriors!" Ulan raised a long knife in his hand and shouted, "The Oirat Empire needs you, and the tribe needs you. Take your weapons and crush the enemy."
"Yes!" Everyone roared loudly, gasping for breath in their noses.
Ulan shouted loudly: "The enemy is coming, they will appear at the foot of the mountain, Ulari, you are their leader now, lead them to kill the enemy. Go down from here, you will be able to see your enemy .
The gods are looking down on you, and you will all return to the arms of the gods. "
"Yes!" One of the strongest warriors roared loudly, then raised the knife in his hand, and shouted, "Warriors, for the sake of the gods, tear our enemies apart."
After finishing speaking, he sprinted down the slope of the plateau.
There seemed to be endless power in his body waiting to be released. Not only would running wildly not make them tired, but it made them even more excited.
The power in their bodies needs to be vented.
Wulangla and the others silently watched this ten-thousand?? The departure of the team.
They knew that none of these people would survive.
All of them have undergone ancient rituals, have been cast bloodthirsty, they have gained great power.
Their potential was stimulated in the shortest time, allowing them to gain unprecedented strength.
But at most one day, after one day, they will all die of physical exhaustion.
According to the priest, they returned to the embrace of the gods.
Anyway, everyone believes in such rhetoric, and whenever such a ceremony occurs, the warriors strive for such an opportunity.
For them, they can end their painful life, return to the arms of the gods, and enjoy happiness in a world that never lacks food and women.
Ulan waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go back to the grassland."
As for whether those warriors can defeat Yue Chen's army?
Wu La didn't like it at all, Yue Chen's army was too strong, it couldn't be compensated by bloodlust.
If the Condor Archer could use Bloodlust
As soon as this thought came up, Ulan snuffed out the thought. I'm afraid Khan would blame him for losing two hundred eagle shooters.
If he dared to bring up such an idea, he might be torn apart alive by the eagle shooters under the command of the Great Khan.
The war horses lost a lot last night, and with the food and drink in the past few days, there were even fewer war horses.
Ulan stepped on his horse and looked around. Most of the others were on foot.
It's not that I don't want to ride a horse, but that I want to save the energy of the horse. There are still many trophies hanging on the horse's back.
They are all kinds of ironware.
In Ulan's opinion, it would be better for them to throw away the iron, but he dared not issue this order.
Prairie people are ignorant by nature, they only care about the immediate interests, if anyone dares to order them to throw away these things that they have won with great difficulty, they will tear the person who gave the order to pieces in anger.
Not even Ulan.
In this icy weather, they can only move forward step by step.
Gratze came to Ulan's side and whispered, "We should hurry back to the tribe and gather the remaining warriors to rescue them."
Ulan nodded silently, he understood what Gera said.
Abandon them first, and go back to the grassland by yourself.
There is still power left in their grassland, and it will only be a great loss of power when they go back.
General Nanda said: "Our strength has been weakened, but we can ally with each other and protect our current position.
At that time, we can continue to grow our strength by launching wars, destroying some small countries, obtaining their population and slaves. "(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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