Orc Tyrant

"You are late."

The bald man cast an angry gaze at Hannibal, if it was a flame, it would be enough to burn the opponent into a mass of ashes.

Hannibal just smiled harmlessly, then took a pocket watch from his jacket pocket and glanced at it.

"If my memory is correct, the sacrifice should begin in ten minutes, but now the sacrifices are placed on the altar ahead of schedule."

The cover of the pocket watch was closed gently, and the whole hall was silent, only the faint breath of the naked man echoed on the rock wall, as if in a lamentable tone.

Hannibal glanced at the other six with a smile, and finally fixed his gaze on the floating gray robe.

"Can anyone tell me what is going on?"

Everyone was silent, and several of them blinked, looking at each other, as if they were communicating silently.

In the end, the bald man stood up, and he was still provocative as always.

"There is no reason for six people to wait for one person."

"Oh, so..."

Hannibal showed a suddenly realized expression, then walked under his own pillar of fire with his hands on his back, and the long shadow was weirdly twisted on the ground.

Next, he did not make any comments on what he said before, just clapped his hands and said in a solemn tone:

"Then let's start, first for our Lord, our God!"

Everyone dropped their heads in silence, Hannibal's lips moved slightly and whispered, and at the same time, the surrounding rock walls began to seep out a dark red viscous liquid, as if the echoes of thousands of people crying and moaning and Hannibal's whispers Intertwined together, it became a maddening whisper.

In this reverberation, the slate shook more and more violently, and emitted heat, all prayers and patterns burst out with a faint light, and the blood on the man who was as pale as rotten flesh began to ooze out at an accelerated rate.

Suddenly, Hannibal stopped singing, and silence occupied the hall for an instant, and only the sound of liquid flowing broke the silence.

The man began to yell, a huge crack appeared in his chest, as if an invisible sharp blade slashed across him, and then his abdomen was roughly torn apart, it was a terrible wound that can only be caused by a beast's claw, and more Blood and organs gushed out of him, followed by countless small wounds criss-crossed on his limbs, like countless mouths gnawing at his hands and feet.

A few seconds later, his face was torn to pieces by invisible power, and **** eyes fell on the altar, still maintaining the final panic. Blood spurted from every inch of the screaming man's body, staining the entire altar. Flushed.

The slippery sound of tongue licking began to sound, so the people present looked at the altar with impatient hunger and thirst. At this time, they seemed to have lost their minds and were reduced to beasts simply eager for flesh and blood.

"let's start."

Just as Hannibal screamed, the other six people rushed up with cheers, and even on the head of the slender figure, a huge mouth with sharp teeth and bone spurs appeared.

They crowded forward, tore the man to pieces with their hands and claws, and feasted on them.

Silence always accompanies all this. Only the flesh and blood are torn apart in the entire hall, the explosion of bones being taken apart, and the sound of profanity chewing. Hannibal stood on the edge of the altar and cut off the part he needed with a skinning knife. He always kept it. His demeanor, or that he is the most human-like at this time, but he is even more terrifying and dirty.

All the edible parts were quickly wiped out, leaving only the best piece-the brain.

"Praise my lord, Wendigo!"

As if performing a sacred ceremony, Hannibal cut open the greasy scalp with a skinning knife. In order to obtain the hot banquet in it, he opened the skull of the deceased.

The last bit of leftover was eaten up, and everyone returned to their place. Only a red skeleton remained on the altar of scattered meat foam, and the flames turned into the usual orange again, and the invisible power went away here. .

"Talk to business."

He wiped the blood from his mouth with a napkin, Hannibal's expression was calm, but his words made the other six people boil.

"Ok is approaching our field!"

The bald man raised his fist and roared loudly, with **** saliva spouting from his mouth.

"I heard that they beat up the beast people miserably."

The plump fat man made a simple and honest voice, and there was still a little fleshy on his yellowed teeth.

"They must be blocked! Get rid of them! Destroy them! The sacred land cannot be defiled! The sacred wall of lycanthrope cannot be allowed to happen to us!"

The mad priest almost jumped up.

Faced with these clamours, Hannibal just responded with a kind smile and nodded. After everyone had finished speaking, he said:

"Well, I understand what you mean, do the six dioceses agree?"

"I think……"

The slender figure made a sound, like a broken music box. It patted the stiff black tuxedo and took a step forward.

"...We should be cautious. We have never communicated or communicated with them, and we do not understand them."

"Priest Edward, I have the latest information about Oak, and I will give you a copy at that time."

Hannibal made a kind voice, and the other party immediately nodded at him.

"Thank you, I'm just about to ask for it."

"Edward is right. Oak is not necessarily our enemy."

The bald man also said, staring at Hannibal with undisguised hostility on his face.

"Not long ago, they attacked the Aswan Fortress of the Benedictine Empire. They have no position or camp. The lycanthropes are just a bunch of idiots. They don’t understand anything except eating and breeding, but we are different. We can think more. More can provide more..."

His words aroused other people's discussion. Oak was indeed a completely unconceptual existence for them, but Hannibal still had that smiling face. He opened his hands and smiled:

"please continue."

"Hmph, they are just tools, we can use them."

"For example? Use the magic of friendship to influence them? Maybe a good speaker like you, Mr. Parker, can really do it, just like your blood-worshiping friends in your family."

"There will be a way, provided that they know our strength!"

The bald man clenched his fists hard and waved in the air.

"I propose to organize an advance group to meet the vanguards of Ouke, and after defeating them, talk to their leader Gu Ke. Whether it is a transaction or something, we can take a more active position. "

Hannibal glanced noncommittally, then said:

"Everyone thinks it."

The four hands were raised at the same time, and it was obvious that the idea of ​​the bald man was not impulsive.

Seeing this, Hannibal looked at the bald man meaningfully and nodded.

"If this is the case, then according to the opinion of the chief priest of Parker, this matter is up to you."