Black Dragon Kingdom

  Chapter 70 Blood Sacrifice

  She is jealous, she is crazy, and she also wants to have the treatment of having endless food without doing anything.

  So now she is so eager for war, she really can't wait to rush into the battlefield immediately, kill and kill, and use force to exchange everything for herself.

  She doesn't think she is weaker than her husband. In order to compete for the head of the family, it's not that the two of them have never fought before, and it's just a 50-50 split.

  Husbands with similar combat effectiveness can get the position of centurion for themselves by virtue of their military exploits, so why can't she?

   Isn’t it just killing people? Who doesn't know this, as long as they have hands.

  The centurion ogre picked up the wooden barrel that had eaten most of the meat, opened his big mouth fiercely, and poured the remaining meat in the wooden barrel into his big mouth.

   After a while.

  A big burp resounded throughout the hut.

   Wiping his mouth, the centurion ogre casually threw the barrel aside.

   "You, take the baby out!"

  The centurion ogre said to his former wife in a tone like ordering a slave.

   Under the order of the centurion ogre, the female ogre instantly felt infinite anger in her heart, but faced with her original husband who had endless food, now her slave owner.

  She could only leave the hut with her three children aggrieved.

  But following the slave-like words of her former husband, the desire for war in her heart exploded crazily.

  After the female ogre left with three young ogres.

  Four or five other female ogres who were thicker came out of the darkness and walked into the thatched hut carelessly.

   After a while, the blushing voice filled the entire cottage.

  The next day, after eating dozens of catties of fish viscera, shrimp, snakes and other meats that Ace would not eat, collected by ten of his men.

  The centurion ogre, following his own commander, came to a small square made of wood.

   At this time, nearly a hundred ogre officers above a centurion had gathered on this small square.

  The thick smell of blood filled the entire square.

   One by one, slave ogres lined up from the swamp to the square.

  In the center of the square, the ogre priest held a knife in his hand and gently cut open the blood vessels of the ogre's arm in front of him.

   Scarlet blood flowed from the hands of the ogre in front of him and dripped into the water tank in front of him.

  After releasing a large wave of blood, the ogre priest casually threw the anti-bleeding herbs to the ogre in front of him, and drove him aside directly, telling him to go back to find his slave master.

   Then he began to pour the blood of another ogre slave.

  The centurion ogre looked at this scene curiously, a little confused.

   But as his three sons and his former wife were brought up, there was instant anger in his eyes.

   But he didn't dare to vent his anger, because two third-rank ogre nobles were sitting next to the big tank in the square.

  He could only watch his son, his former wife, and the current slave being bloodletted.

  The sun was rising, and nearly a quarter of the blood of nearly tens of thousands of ogres was poured into dozens of large vats.

  The wooden platform square, shrouded in **** atmosphere, entered a more heated scene at this time.

  The red fire was ignited, and one after another large vats filled with blood, under the cooking of the flames, released one after another sweet smell.

  A dozen or so ogre priests and ogre scholars danced strangely around the cooking vat.

   A strange atmosphere was raised.

  More than a hundred ogre officers above a centurion involuntarily danced the dance engraved in their blood.

  The ancient imprint was awakened, and the ancestral gods of the ogre cast their eyes on this place from an invisible place, and looked at this group of people who held a grand sacrifice for themselves with admiration.

  Blood mist rose from the boiling blood, gathering but not dispersing, covering the wooden platform firmly like a thick fog.

  Accompanied by more and more intense dances, the scarlet blood mist slowly seeped into the flesh and blood of more than a hundred ogre officers through their skins.

  Their bloodlines are being purified, and their strength is skyrocketing.

  During the blood dance, two ogre nobles looked jealously at more than a hundred ogre officers who were enjoying countless benefits.

  Thinking back then, none of them had paid a huge price to obtain this powerful power in their bodies.

   But now, this group of guys just chopped off a few heads, and in the end, all the benefits were thrown at them vigorously.

   An ancestral blood sacrifice composed of one-third of the blood of nearly ten thousand ogres. This is an ancient ritual that the ancient ogre empire can only occasionally hold to improve the blood of gifted children.

  Now it is used recklessly on this group of fellows whose qualifications are as **** as shit.

   Around the wooden platform, nearly 10,000 ogres surrounded the wooden platform. Their eyes were full of pain, anger, jealousy, and expectation after being severely injured by the blood draw.

They hate those officers above, because their bloodline and strength improvement is based on the extraction of their blood, that is to say, the group of guys above ate their flesh, drank their blood, and let Your own life level has been improved.

   This makes them not feel angry and painful. No one wants to be a blood bag and a slave like garbage, and the ogres are the same.

  As for why they look forward to it, it is of course because they also want to improve their strength as quickly as the officers above.

  That group of guys who were similar to me, just because they chopped off a few heads, all kinds of benefits were thrown on them crazily.

  There is an endless amount of meat every day. These officers are too lazy to eat nuts, a good thing that they didn't have to eat before. Now they eat meat every day, the kind that can't be filled.

  If it is a male ogre officer, every day there will be a beautiful woman in their eyes, and they will sit in their room vigorously, and they will not bring heavy samples every day. It can be said that they are cool from morning to night.

  If it is a female ogre officer, a handsome male ogre will also squeeze into their room.

  A year ago, everyone was still poor and couldn't get enough to eat, but a year later, because the other party had chopped off a few heads, they could get whatever they wanted?

  Wealth, food, power, beauty, glory, everything fell on them.

   And these things they couldn't ask for in the past, now they only need to cut off the head of an enemy to get it.

   They are crazy, they want war, and they want to enjoy things like those officers above that they can't enjoy at all.

  (end of this chapter)