Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

"What are the Chosen Ones?"

I knew that she wouldn't tell me even if I asked, but I still couldn't hold back.

And the result was not what I expected.

The high priest kept silent, just turned around with a chuckle, walked slowly to the stone table next to the long-dead giant beast, stood still, and gently closed his eyes.

She said nothing.

But under the high platform, hundreds of lizardmen knelt down in unison at this moment, prostrate on the ground, they could only see a black figure at a glance, but they couldn't hear anything except the sound of the wind. murmur.

Among them, the lizard man who was severely injured by my blow just now and spit blood was lying on the ground like the others.

Their pious appearance looks like fanatics of some religions.

terrified.

In this way, I stood behind the high priest for more than ten minutes, but everyone seemed to have turned into a sculpture, not moving, which gradually exhausted my patience, and I tried to keep myself down. In a low voice, he asked softly, "What are we going to do now?"

"Wait."

This time, the High Priest answered me.

But this woman just uttered a word softly. Although I was a little puzzled, but after all, I have something to ask for. Even if I don't understand what I am waiting for, I can only be patient.

I immediately sat on the ground.

No matter how important this sacrificial activity is to these lizard people, I am not the same as them after all, and the ghosts and snakes they believe in are irrelevant to me, and naturally there is no need to be such an idiot with them move.

Time, like this, passed by every minute and every second.

The sun rising from the east gradually came to the top of our heads, and the direct sunlight made the surrounding temperature a lot higher. Under the bright sun, my body secreted a lot of sweat in order to cope with the rising temperature.

But those lizardmen, as usual, didn't seem to feel the temperature change.

Don't they have sweat glands?
I was a little skeptical at first, but then relieved.

Lizardmen, as the name suggests, are fundamentally different from humans to a certain extent, although the two generally look the same except for a few places, and their blood, and some cold-blooded animals should belong to The same ancestors.

Their body temperature is already very low, and sunlight can help them maintain their body temperature.

Sweat glands and the like naturally do not exist for cold-blooded animals.

Compared with endothermic animals, their bodies are relatively backward in evolution, which may be one of the reasons why they live in this valley of sunrise, because the terrain is high here, and the first ray of sunlight rising from the east first shines It's this location.

It's also their habit.

I guessed in every possible way, but these are irrelevant. What I care more about is how long will I have to sit here?
when--

Sudden.

A distant and mournful bell sounded slowly from the huge palace behind me.

The sound waves rippling in this valley for a long time.

In that palace, is there anyone else?

I turned my head, but although I could see the huge main hall of the palace from my position, I couldn't find the device that made the sound. It sounded like a bell, but when I entered the palace earlier, there was clearly nothing...

Just when I was wondering, the high priest in front of me, who had closed his eyes for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes.

The woman picked up a skull from the stone table, a polished skull. At first glance, it looked like a well-made bowl-shaped vessel.

It contained some black, viscous liquid.

Then, she lifted a stone ax from the side of the stone table, held a bowl of black liquid in her left hand, and a stone ax in her right hand, and walked in front of the dead beast calmly. She began to say something that even I heard. If you don't understand.

It should be prayer or something, but that's just my guess.

After the prayer was over, the high priest raised the stone ax high with his right hand, aimed it at the giant beast, and smashed its huge head down fiercely.

I didn't notice until then.

The tip of the stone ax was made of the kind of black stone I had seen in the dungeon under the high platform.

The texture of that stone is unprecedentedly strong.

Although I don't understand how they polished such a sharp and hard material into the shape of an axe, the lethality of such an axe is not comparable to that of ordinary goods.

And this was quickly confirmed.

The head of the master collided with the giant beast, without any surprise, a bloody hole was smashed out of the giant beast's skull, and a fishy smell wafted from it immediately, and the high priest, without hesitation, put the Half a bowl of black liquid was slowly poured into the hole through the smashed hole.

Gollum.

I seem to hear the sound of boiling water, as if, it seems that the brains of giant beasts have been boiled.

If you look carefully, you can still see that there are bursts of pale white smoke floating out from the crack in the giant beast's skull.

"Great God King!"

The woman finally said something I could understand.

However, it is only limited to such a sentence, but just such a sentence let me know why this sacrifice was held.

for the gods they worship.

God King Lu.

I am still very clear that the aborigines living on this island are almost obsessed with the legendary God King Lu.

This made me touch my chest involuntarily.

But as soon as I lowered my head, I vaguely felt that there seemed to be some changes around me. As for the change, I didn't notice it for a while, but soon, I noticed the shadow on the ground, and I reacted up.

It was getting dark.

I looked up, and the weather didn't change in any way. There was no shower or typhoon, but the sun was no longer visible.

Wow!Wow!
About [-] meters above my head, a group of birds flew from nowhere, each bird has three legs, small heads, and this one does not match their heads at all sharp beak.

The feathers are broad and rich, and these birds, with a wingspan of nearly one meter long, form a black cloud above our heads.

Cover the sky.

The screams, which are sharper than a baby crying, continuously drilled into my eardrums, and the people who heard them were very irritable, wishing to beat them all down.

But not the same as my response.

Those lizardmen who were prostrate on the ground, after seeing these birds, were all silent, as if they couldn't control themselves, they worshiped one after another.