Ally?
Looking at the four burly and ugly orcs, Al felt a little dazed for a while.
Soon, he saw a half-orc in sheepskin come up, and while examining the corpse of the beast, he nodded:
"Good job! Next, you'll help me bleed it out!"
The blood of the beast has magic power and strong activity, so even if it has been dead for several hours, as long as it is handled properly, the blood of the one-horned wind deer will not coagulate.
Al soon saw several half-orcs slit the wind deer's neck and slowly released thick blood.
And the orcs in sheep's clothing took out a strange bone pen, stained with blood and began to scribble and draw on the ground...
Al looked at his movements, and then his expression gradually became surprised:
"Huh? Sacrifice the magic circle? He...he wants to communicate with the gods?"
"Do you recognize?"
Demacia looked at him in surprise.
He was surprised that such a small child could still recognize the sacrificial circle.
Al nodded, with a trace of nostalgia on his face:
"Well, I used to study with my grandpa more than 20 years ago..."
Twe... Twenty years ago...
Demacia nearly choked.
"Cough cough cough..."
He couldn't help coughing, and started coughing up blood again...
Al hurriedly looked at him worriedly:
"Brother Demacia...you, are you all right?"
'big brother... big brother...'
"Cough cough cough..."
Demacia's cough worsened.
He laughed dryly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Al strangely, and shook his head:
"I'm fine."
After speaking, he hesitated for a while, and asked carefully:
"That...child...cough, Al, how old are you this year?"
Al scratched his head and said shyly:
"If I remember correctly, I just turned 80 this spring..."
Demacia: …
He began to calculate the age of his grandfather.
Oh no, it's the age of the great grandpa...
Seeing that the other party was silent, Al hurriedly explained:
"Brother Demacia! Don't think I'm only 80 years old...I...I know a lot! I...I'm not a child anymore..."
Demacia: …
After a while, he sighed and said:
"Yes...you are not a child anymore."
After speaking, he murmured in a low voice:
"I'm the..."
Heavens!! , he just passed his 18th birthday last month!
Well it's just a game...
Al continued to watch the sheepskin goblin move.
With the characterization, soon, a huge magic circle appeared on the ground.
Then, the sheepskin goblin knelt down in front of the magic circle and began to sing a cadenced incantation.
As he chanted, the red magic circle gradually burst into a deep light, and waves of magic power continued to gather...
"He's going to succeed..."
Al couldn't help but say.
Although he didn't know what the orcs were going to do, as evil enemies, what they were going to do... must not be a good thing!
"Don't worry, they won't succeed."
On the side, Demacia's laughter came.
"In that blood, there is added material."
There was schadenfreude in his voice.
Al gave Demacia a strange look, not sure why he said that.
But soon, he understood why.
At the moment when the fluctuation of the magic circle reached its peak, I saw that the original black and red blood seemed to be affected by some inexplicable influence, and suddenly began to sizzle...
Then, the light of the magic circle suddenly began to flicker.
The face of the half-orc in sheepskin changed:
"Magic... magic power is boiling? Not good! There is a problem with this blood!"
Before he could continue to say anything, the array suddenly burst into red light and exploded with a bang.
"Master Priest!"
Blackstone's face tightened and he stepped forward.
The four orcs who assisted in bloodletting also followed.
However, when the smoke dissipated, the Orc priest closest to the circle was already dying from the double blow of the magic backlash and the explosion.
Blackstone's face turned ugly in an instant.
At this moment, three of the four orcs suddenly drew their weapons and rushed towards him at the same time!
I saw a few people's bodies glowing slightly, and they turned into three elves before the blink of an eye!
"Elves?!"
All this happened in an instant, and Al was stunned.
"Yes, they are my companions and are here to save us."
Demacia smiled.
"Save... save us..."
Al stared blankly at the elves, shocked in his heart.
Seeing this unexpected scene, all the orcs were stunned.
"Elves?"
Blackstone was stunned for a moment, then furious.
There was a ferocious gleam in his eyes, and he flew out, kicking the three elves out.
The three of them hit the wall directly, spewing a mouthful of blood, and then fell softly to the ground...
"Humph!"
Blackstone let out a disdainful snort.
But soon, his face changed:
"not good!"
He turned back quickly and found that the last orc had stabbed the dagger in his hand into the chest of the orc priest lying on the ground.
The orc priest opened his mouth slightly, with a hint of fear and confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't know what was going on.
He twitched a few times, then tilted his neck and lost his breath.
And the orc who stabbed him to death changed into an elf at the same time.
Gray-black hair, indifferent expression, Bento.
"Asshole!"
Blackstone's eyes turned completely red.
Orcs don't have mages...
Every priest is a precious spellcaster of the Orcs!
They are not only responsible for communicating with the gods, but also for assistance and healing in the tribe.
If the priest dies, even if Blackstone completes the mission this time, he will be punished!
Blackstone was completely angry.
He roared angrily, pulled out his machete and slashed at Bento.
Bento's face was dignified, and he hurriedly avoided.
He turned over like a vigorous lynx, and Blackstone's machete slashed on the ground, directly slashing out a three-meter-deep ravine.
"Catch this damn bastard!"
Blackstone gritted his teeth.
The remaining orcs roared and rushed towards Bento at the same time.
And Bento took a deep breath and used the skills [Air Step] and [Sprinting Leap] to dodge left and right.
"Run away...run away..."
Al grabbed the railing of the stone prison with a worried expression on his face.
However, just as Bento was about to escape, a stout hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Caught you."
Blackstone sneered, his hands hard.
And the shoulder of the Bento shattered in an instant, and blood splattered everywhere.
However, his expression was still indifferent, as if this trace of pain was not in his eyes at all.
A trace of ferocity flashed in Blackstone's eyes, and he roared:
"Die!"
Then he opened his hands and covered Bento's head at once.
Under Al's terrified eyes, the Bento was twisted into pieces...
His body twitched a few times and slowly fell to the ground.
"what..."
Al covered his mouth, and a layer of mist was covering his pupils for a moment.
At this moment, a large hand was placed on his shoulder.
He sobbed and nodded, seeing Demacia's pale face.
It's just that the elf elder brother who just met was neither angry nor sad, but smiled slightly:
"Don't worry, they're not dead."
No... not dead?
Al froze for a moment, then turned his head away.
At this time, he was surprised to find that the corpses of the elves that fell to the ground gradually faded, and then slowly disappeared!
"Hey hey, our chosen ones are the goddess' favored ones, and they are immortal existences!"
Aside, Demacia's voice came again, with unprecedented pride and confidence.
At the same time, faint shouts of killing came from outside the cave...
"Listen, our main force is here."
Demacia said proudly.