Chapter 63 35. The victim
Darkus drank a glass of wine to end today's dinner. After finishing the drink, he asked jokingly: "By the way, my dear brother, do you need me to bring anything to your fiancée?"
As soon as he said this, the children of the Hell Disaster family who were still in the dining area started to boo.
Maranur looked at Dacus in embarrassment and said: "Get out!"
Dacus stood up and made an extremely exaggerated noble salute and said seriously: "I know, I will convey your opinion to her. Her thoughts."
"Get lost!"
When the last rays of sunlight fell from the jagged peaks of the Blackridge Mountains, the commoner Druchi and slaves living in Krakarond knew exactly what this meant.
Death fell upon them at midnight, and as the last glimmer of light passed, screams began to be heard in the Temple of Cain. It was a scalp-numbing piercing sound, a sound mixed with pain and fear. It seems to be an eternal echo condensed by the last shouts of the sacrificers before their death.
To the north, in the heart of Hal Gonsi, stands the greatest temple ever built to Khaine. An eerie red light illuminated the building's windows and spire, and screams echoed off its walls, escaping into the darkness of the night.
Shadows stepped onto the highest balcony of the temple, stepped barefoot across the marble floor, and jumped onto the balcony railing. With an otherworldly elegance, their flowing and fluffy white hair extended to their ankles, wrapping the red and naked body. Blood stained body.
The witch Hurley, the greatest bride of Khaine, is now just a wizened old woman because Morathi kept from her the most profound secrets about the use of the blood pool. She needs a large number of sacrifices to fill her cauldron every year, but the effect of each filling only lasts a short time.
She stood high above her city, filled with all her splendor and glory, and her laughter resounded through every corner of the Temple of Cain. The laughter soon turned cruel and turned into a scream that made the laughter heard. Every soul is terrified of what is about to happen.
The night of death has begun.
With the slamming of doors and blocked windows, Kane's bride, the wizards began to wander the streets. Every Druch wanted to live, and any Druki caught would become their target for Kane. An honorable death, but no druch wanted to become a victim himself.
The Witch-Elves were born to satisfy Cain's thirst for blood and sacrifice. They are the most cruel among the cruel race of Druchi. Their service to the Bloody Hand God is full of blood. They will dig out the still-beating heart from the victim's chest and roast it on the fire. They will paint the struggling body with scarlet runes, and then use the dying... The entrails of the victim were used to decorate the altar.
At the midnight of death, the witch-spirit will drink blood wine soaked with poisonous stings and then fall into a state of madness. In this state of ecstasy, they don't care about their own defense at all, they only think about how to tear the enemy into pieces and have a feast of blood. There was no grace at all in their fight, just random slashes with poison-coated swords, full of madness.
Those who were injured but survived by chance would become the playthings of the wizard spirits. The unfortunate ones are torn to pieces in orgies, their blood sacrificed to the ever-hungry God of Blood.
Alan's brother is very smart. The other slaves told him about this magical night. He had stored some straw in the pit behind the Golade family stable a long time ago. Now he has got into the pit and used straw. Cover it up and pray to Saliya to see the sun tomorrow.
Leitch appeared fully armed and carrying a serrated sword. He glanced at the pit behind the stable, sneered and left. His target tonight was not this poor little guy, but one of his good brothers. He has already found out who arranged to tamper with the ship. Hal Goncy is bound by the strictest laws of Naggaroth. These laws will only be temporarily abolished when the midnight of death comes. Tonight, there will be grievances and vengeances! At this time, Darkus was fully armed and looked back at the Druchi who were following him.
Butler Dia came over and saluted Dacus and said: "Master, Young Master Nukel asked me to convey to you that the Calvo family has been pardoned."
Dacus sneered, and he didn't know What is he laughing at, being assimilated? Or are you laughing at the head of the Calvo family whose son died and who has problems with his neck and brain? never mind.
"Tonight! Kill them hard!" Then he waved his hand, and Darkus's followers, Edmund, Carlion, family children and elite family guards rode out on cold lizards.
It was not surprising to hear a banging on the door at this night. A small group of witch spirits rushed into an inconspicuous building. They had stepped on the plates many times before. Their frantic screams filled the building, but instead of the screams of terror they expected in response, there was only silent silence.
Their leader raised a saw-tooth dagger. She put the tip of the dagger to her lips and silently made a hysterical and morbid movement. The remaining witches and spirits fell silent instantly, and also showed morbid and silent smiles. .
"Don't look at the basement, don't look at the basement, don't!"
Suddenly, the sound of heavy breathing came from under the floor and reached their ears, and they all grinned. After a quick search of the house, they discovered a floor door leading down.
Tonight, no victim will escape his fate. The floor door was torn from its hinges by the witch-elves, and their leader jumped directly into the darkness, ignoring the convenient ladder. In the corner of the basement, she saw a figure cowering in fear.
The leader of the witch spirits grinned, stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked his red lips. With a seductive and vigorous step, she approached the hiding Druch, stretched out her serrated dagger, and slowly touched his cheek. A cut was made.
Venom coursed through the victim's veins, his eyes widened, and his body went limp. With cheers, the leader of the witch spirits grabbed his hair and began to pull him into the street.
The pain of having my hair pulled was nothing compared to the pain that was to come.
The victim was thrown into the middle of the street, surrounded by witch spirits. The witch spirits jumped and spun around in circles. Each wizard spirit would gently cut the victim a little bit, and the pain suffered by the victim was magnified a thousand times. , every caress of the blade seemed to pierce his heart.
The witch spirits continued to dance around the victim, playing with him and leaving only small scratches on the surface of his skin.
Last night, I had a slight fever in the middle of the night_(:з」∠)_and swallowed the words. .
(End of chapter)