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The altar is located in the center of the village. The two of them had a quick glance when they first entered the village, but they were not afraid of losing their way, so they planned to wander slowly from the edge of the village.

The doors of every house on the road were decorated with decorations that they didn't have when they came here. Isolde took a closer look and found that they were wind chimes made of animal bones. They were exquisitely crafted, and some were tied with red strings. Blown gently by the breeze.When Isolde first arrived, Isolde noticed that the villagers living here were basically "expelled races". If these people were disguised, they might be able to temporarily live on the Mayne Continent, but once they were exposed, they would have no way out, so They can only live in seclusion in the dark forest where no one visits.

The adult men had already gone to the altar in advance, while the women dressed themselves up well, and led the naughty children in their hands, walking towards the altar.

Lorother glanced at the group of women seemingly unintentionally, and noticed that no matter whether it was women or children here, they were all wearing bone ornaments.

Bracelets, earrings, and necklaces around children's necks are either dyed in various bright colors with dyes, or polished so bright that they exude a silvery luster.

Lorother rummaged through the space pocket, and found three small joints. The joints were short and slender, like human toe bones. They were neatly strung together with red string and tied to the end of Isolde's braid.

Isolde touched his braid: "What the hell?"

Lorother motioned him to look at a little girl's ponytail tied with a bone rope: "Other children have it, and our children also have it."

Isolde glared at him angrily, and ran to the front angrily, but did not remove the bone rope.

The altar was decorated exquisitely and beautifully by the women with various scarlet patterns. There was a bone statue standing on the altar. The moment Isolde saw the statue, Isolde was startled, because the statue was clearly an animal that had shrunk countless times. Bone Dragon.

Lother leaned against a tree on the edge of the altar with the dragon tooth dagger in his arms, staring down at the black land:

"Can you tell what kind of dragon it is?"

Perfect head-to-body proportions, bony wings with spikes, strong and powerful wings and long tails that can easily enclose mountains of gemstones... Belly, um, it's a big-bellied dragon, so it's pretty sure.

"It should be the dragon of the abyss."

When Lorother heard the answer, he frowned and clicked his tongue lightly.He said to Isolde: "Don't get so close to the altar, stand behind me."

Someone who was well aware of his strength against the five slags stood on the edge next to Lorther honestly, muttering in a low voice:

"I also think this altar is weird."

All the villagers who were chatting, laughing and relaxed on the road immediately tightened their faces as soon as they entered the altar, and stood solemnly in the queue, staring at the bone dragon statue with palms together without saying a word.Even children are no exception, the column for young children is headed by voiced sounds, the oldest are approaching adulthood, and the younger ones may just be learning to speak.

When all the villagers arrived, the village head stood on the altar in a black and red robe. He bowed respectfully in front of the bone dragon statue, and read a few words aloud in a non-standard dragon language. Isolde reluctantly The words "dragon", "blood" and "blessing" were recognized.

After the sacrificial speech was finished, the village head stood up and took out a bone dagger from his sacrificial robe and cut open his wrist neatly. The blood spattered out stained the statue red.Immediately, the villagers stepped forward one by one, each holding the same dagger in their hands, performing the same actions without changing expressions.

When the last woman stepped down from the altar, the originally gray bone dragon was already soaked in blood, and the blood pooled into small puddles meandered down from the altar one by one, like some kind of icy red paint, Soaked in black soil.

Isolde breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this tortured sacrifice was finally over.But when he looked up, he saw that Duan Yin, who was standing in the same line as the children, was also carrying a small dagger and started walking towards the altar.

Isolde's breath was stagnant, and he had already run out without even thinking about it.But someone is faster than him!A sneer in the ear was carried away by the sound of the wind, and in the next second, Lorother was already half-kneeling on the ground with one hand surrounding Duan Yin, and at the same time, the Dragon Tooth Dagger struck out, smashing the bone dragon sculpture into powder like a gust of wind.

No one could react, because everything happened in a flash, until someone in the villagers shouted: "The dragon statue is broken!"

Someone rushed up to the altar, trying to hold up the blood-red powder; someone collapsed on the ground, and burst into desperate cries: "The Dragon God is going to be angry!" "We are going to be expelled! My child!" Ah!" "The Dragon God will punish you!"

Zhuoyin was struggling in Lother's arms, and the dagger in his hand was slashing at Lother indiscriminately. Lother raised his hand and knocked Zhuoyin unconscious, and handed the child to Isolde who just ran over. He wanted to be gentle, but It's a pity—Lother raised his head slowly, and a huge gray figure was gradually condensing in the center of the altar, where the bone dragon statue was originally placed.

The villagers were stunned, and they didn't care about crying and grabbing the ground. Everyone acted tacitly, without saying a word, and quickly rushed into the dark forest. The village chief led the way, even his second son was ignored.

Isolde hugged the voiced voice that passed out, speechless: "What is this?"

Lother summoned back the Dragon Tooth Dagger, stood in front of them, turned his head and joked, "It must be their Dragon God."

He raised his finger and pointed behind him, Lianwu poked his head out from behind the tree, his big furry brown tail flicked slightly.

"You follow him with a voiced voice, now here is not—"

There was a loud "bang", and Lorother flew to catch the oncoming heavy blow: "——It's not safe." Turning around, Isolde had already retreated three miles away with a voiced voice.

Lianwu waited aside, wrapped her tail around Isolde's calf anxiously, trying to drag him away.

Isolde bowed solemnly to Lother: "Then please!" Then he turned and ran into the forest.

Loser: "..."

Lother: "You don't have to run so fast, ah hey!"

Isolde followed Rengiri until he reached a place where he could no longer hear any loud noises. He was still unaccustomed to life in the forest, and his face and bare hands and feet were cut with small wounds by sharp branches.

He handed the voiced sound of sleeping in his arms to Lianwu: "Protect your brother well."

Lianwu rubbed her head, and pointed in the direction of the altar with doubts on her face.

"Well, I have to go back and have a look, and I want to ask why?" Isolde smiled and touched his little head: "Because there is a reason why I have to go back."