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Volume 6: The bloody battle of Tallon Chapter 1: Shamanic witchcraft, the fierce power of the black moon

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    Due to the need to use the shaman's secret technique, the vanguard of the barbarian orc army abandoned the sluggish rear team and escorted nearly a hundred shamans and wizards to advance on light cavalry. They traveled day and night and finally arrived at the predetermined location - a tower when the silver moon was high in the sky.  The low hills of Tallon Fortress can be seen in the distance.  In the mystical vision of the Eye of the Red Moon, Chief Shaman Kayid has already seen this hill and is familiar with the nearby terrain.  A simple camp was quickly established. Two hundred white tent guards and one thousand five hundred roaring warriors gave up their mounts and set up tight defenses around the camp to ensure that the shamans were not protected during the divine descending ceremony.  will not be disturbed by any means.  Under the busy work of fifty lower-status shamans, dozens of totem wooden poles were erected one after another, and then a huge March totem was drawn on the hill, and various precious sacrifices and utensils were placed.  ; Dark green flames burst into flames in the iron basin, and the pungent smell of burning sulfur quickly filled the air above the camp, and was then mixed with the aroma of a certain plant called "psychedelic grass."  The shamans then took their respective positions, shaking their bodies and chanting ancient psalms in praise of the March God in strange, high-pitched voices.  Until everything was ready, the skinny Chief Shaman of Kayid walked out of the wind-sheltered tent with the support of two young apprentices.  All the shamans, whether they were the acolytes who had just inlaid a gemstone on their ornaments or the great shaman who had already made the Seven Treasures Necklace, all bowed their heads in salute to the chief shaman who looked like he could be knocked down by a strong wind.  Kayid has been the chief shaman for sixty years, which is even longer than most barbarian orcs have lived. All shamans can be said to be his disciples, and they dare not obey his orders at all.  disobey.  What makes Kayid¡¯s chief shaman status unshakable is his divine magic.  Although there are not many shamans who can summon the coming will of the March God, the tribes can always find a dozen or so. But being able to communicate with the March God and turn the coming will into a powerful secret method is a matter of great importance.  Only the Chief Shaman of Kayid can do it.  Chief Shaman Kayid walked to the center of the totem with solemn and slow steps, then sat down and placed his hands on his bony chest.  "Praise you! Great Lord of the Black Moon!" He suddenly burst out with a particularly loud shout, and his voice seemed to have some kind of penetrating power, piercing the bright starry sky like a sharp sword.  "Praise you, the great Lord of the Black Moon!" Dozens of throats shouted at the same time, and the sound surged, shaking the night sky. "We are willing to dedicate everything to you, souls, blood, muscles, everything, all mortals  All the glory belongs to you!" With the shouts of the shamans, the blazing iron basins suddenly burst into flames, like giants wearing green cloaks, dancing endlessly under the night sky.  The totem poles also began to glow faintly. Vultures, hyenas, giant scorpions, poisonous snakes, sand lizards, and various beasts living in the Abrahamic Desert formed countless dancing lights and shadows, dancing up and down on each totem pole.  From a distance, it looks like fireflies gathering on it.  Up to this point, the ceremony is no different from the usual ceremony to summon the will of the March God to come.  As the voices of the chants grew louder and louder, a huge power that could not be expressed in words began to gather in the night sky. Many young shamans who were exposed to the divine descending ceremony for the first time suddenly fell into ecstasy, with their whole bodies paralyzed and tears streaming down their faces.  The great shamans who had presided over the descending ceremony were also filled with awe, closing their eyes involuntarily and opening their hearts to the great God of March.  ¡°Only Archbishop Kayed did not do this.  Of course he won't.  This secret has been kept in his heart for decades, and it is his biggest trump card to secure the position of chief shaman.  No shaman dared to challenge the chief shaman of Kayid, who was favored by the God of March. When he spoke in support of Zulu Gritots, the leader of the barbarian tribe who was just a rising star at the time immediately  He suddenly became the master of the Banner of the Beast King, the son of March, and the great commander-in-chief and the lord of all armies.  Everything is because of this secret buried deep in the heart of Archbishop Kayed.  The God of March may have existed in the past and had performed great miracles, but at some point, their consciousness had completely disappeared, leaving only the incomparable power of God.  Archbishop Kayed accidentally discovered this secret during a failed divine descending ceremony. He was so excited that he immediately made a decision that benefited him immensely. He buried the whole secret deep in his heart, and gradually passed through repeated trials.  Mastered how to use the power left by the God of March.  This method is of course very crude, but with the amount of divine power, Archbishop Kayed is sure to repel all the shamans who join forces, and is even more confident to eliminate the weak resistance of human priests and magicians.  The divine power has been condensed to a certain limit. Chief Shaman Kayid slowly let go of his mind and entered the magnificent and indescribable power.Among them.  He quickly felt the endless darkness implied by this power. Only the power of Sonata, the Lord of the Black Moon, would have this attribute.  A hint of arrogant smile appeared on the corner of the chief shaman's mouth, but it turned into a humble and decent smile in an instant.  Archbishop Kayed closed his eyes, and his soul got rid of the shackles of lust and entered that great power.  This is not an easy thing. The power left by the gods cannot be easily touched by ordinary creatures. Archbishop Kayed tried his best to stay conscious and resist the mental shocks that came one after another. The power of God is in  Shaking his memory violently, trying to wash it away from his mind, it was as if a thousand thunders were ringing in his ears, and it was as if tens of thousands of people were shouting in unison, cursing the stupid mortals who dared to steal the majesty of God.  .  However, Archbishop Kayed was determined and unwavering, working hard to maintain his consciousness until the mental shock gradually faded away.  Next, Archbishop Kayed felt himself rising into the sky, turning into a majestic black monster with seven eyes and seven hands in the night sky, and a height of hundreds of meters.  This is the incarnation of Sonata, Lord of the Black Moon, a great being with incredible divine power.  Archbishop Kayed's heart was filled with ecstasy. He stretched his body, letting his curved black claws pass through the sky, and then turned his seven blood-red eyes in the direction of Tallon Fortress.  It is foolish for a humble creature of mankind to try to stop the steps of the one chosen by the great Kayid.  Archbishop Kayed¡¯s laughter echoed in his chest. He stretched his body again, crossed mountains, rivers and sand dunes, and appeared in front of the black and gray fortress.  The first wall of Tallon Fortress is twenty meters high, but for the current Archbishop Kayed, it is not even as high as his knees. He only needs to lift his legs slightly to cross it, which is as pitiful as building blocks in front of him.  barrier, bringing its own wrath and punishment on the weak humans guarding this fortress.  That would be an interesting massacre.  Archbishop Kayed has no doubt of this.  Seven black claws fell from the sky, but then there was a flash of white light, and thunder roared. Archbishop Kayed's body staggered, and was almost bounced away. Three of the seven black claws were burned and melted by some kind of force.  , becomes even more terrifying.  Archbishop Kayid felt pain, a feeling he had never experienced since he transformed into the Black Moon Giant Demon, and raging anger suddenly burned in his heart.  "Stop me? Stop the great Lord of the Black Moon - Kayid?" What stupid humans, they actually think they can stop the true god!  Kaid took a deep breath, and his body expanded further. Then he raised seven sharp claws high and suddenly struck downwards with terrifying force.  The invisible barrier withstood the blow, and then another, and the third violent attack made the barrier tremble, and then Kaid laughed loudly and fired a fourth blow.  The barrier made a clear cracking sound, but it did not disappear. Instead, it suddenly rotated, forming a pillar of light that towered over the sky. The pillar of light became brighter and brighter, emitting a dazzling light like the golden morning sun.  The Black Moon Giant Demon transformed by Kaid cautiously took half a step back, staring at the strange light pillar in front of him, and the Giant of Light who then walked out of the light pillar.  The Giant of Light is slightly shorter than the Black Moon Giant Demon, but is still seventy or eighty meters tall. He is wearing armor that looks like it is made of golden sunlight. He holds a shield in his left hand and holds a golden sword high in his right hand.  The scales emblem of the Lord of Justice shone brightly on the giant's breastplate, exuding an aura of incomparable majesty.  Kayid opened his seven red eyes in surprise, and then laughed silently.  "Weak humans, even the gods you believe in are so weak." He proudly raised his seven black claws above his head, "Let me end the illusory shadow of your belief now!" The Black Moon Giant Demon and the Giant of Light  When they collided suddenly in mid-air, Tomad hurried to the door of Bishop Kurgan's room, and was stopped by the stern-faced chief pilgrim Sylva.  "Silva, let me in." Tomad suppressed the anxiety in his heart and made his tone as calm as possible.  "No, Tomad, for the sake of the Lord of Justice, you can't go in now." Silva said without giving in, and then lowered her voice and said, "This is the order of Bishop Kurgan."  Mader frowned and turned around twice, "How is the Bishop's situation now?" His tone finally couldn't hide the anxiety, "Silva, tell me, has the Bishop been hurt?"  There was an expression of hesitation on Silva's face. Bishop Kurgan had clearly told her that she could not tell the truth to Tomad, but the real anxiety revealed in those golden eyes made Silva feel  Shaken.  Best??She gritted her teeth and put her hand on Tomad's shoulder.  "The situation is very critical. Four brothers have already vomited blood and passed out just now. The bishop is barely holding on. Relying on a few sacred relics, we will not lose too quickly, but I am afraid it will be difficult to win." Tomad couldn't bear it.  He cursed, and his tone was so fierce that the air was about to be ignited, "What happened?" He punched the wall of the corridor with such force that blood immediately oozed out of the broken skin.  A piece of wall tile was stained red.  "Bishop Kurgan suddenly gathered all the senior pilgrims to pray together. I can hear that this is a ritual calling for the divine intervention of the Lord of Justice. What kind of unspeakable evil is attacking us?"
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