our family is gone

Chapter 196 For the tribe!

And the intensity of the battle is also rising, but without the support of his own wilderness spirit, how can he defeat the warrior blessed by the wizard in this ceremony?
Soon there were only a pile of corpses left on the ground, and the flowing blood seeped into the ground, no wonder the tree was so lush.

As for the sacrifices, they were placed on the altar, while the old wizard put down his crutches and wore a wolf bone mask on which he painted complex incantations with blood.

There were words in his mouth, but no one could understand them, and the movements of his body became weird, and he even started to jump, doing some strange movements with unknown meanings.

Watching this scene, Zhan Lang's thoughts have drifted away~
What is the bloodline promotion ceremony?
This is about a method used by the Gargoyle tribe to allow the power of the wolf god to attach to themselves, usually only the most powerful person in the tribe can bear it.

In fact, it is a matter of compatibility. Their coming-of-age ceremony is to kill the white wolf that grew up with them, and then devour the flesh and blood, in order to seize the power that resides in the white wolf through this ceremony.

This allows them to also have the ability to partially dispatch the power of the wolf god. Whether it is going into a frenzy or using extraordinary equipment with the power of the wolf god, this prerequisite must be met.

And this is the first time, the second and third times can be held, and the continuous devouring of blood can improve the purity of blood.

As long as you can bear it, you can gain more power. After breaking through a certain critical point, you can even directly possess the wolf god, gaining terrifying power.

But the question is whether people can bear it.

Usually only once or twice, those who can pass three times are already elite, and four times are even rarer, and the entire tribe can't find ten. As for five times, there is only one Wolf Warrior for so many years since its decline.

That time he defeated the alpha wolf and devoured the wolf king next to the alpha wolf as a sacrifice.

There is also a problem, that is, you have to have matching wolves to perform ritual devouring for him. The low-level ones can be swallowed by ordinary white wolves, but those ordinary ones cannot be used after three times. Only stronger wolves can complete the ritual.

There is also a bloodline devouring ceremony among wolves, and the wolf king beside him has been cultivated for a long time, but it is still not enough~
Thinking about it, Wolf Warrior couldn't help but look forward to finding the wolf with awakened blood and using it to complete the last step and become...

Suddenly, Zhan Lang seemed to have noticed something, turned around and looked at the sacrifice on the stone platform of the altar.

However, a strange scene appeared. Under the effect of the ritual, the overflowing heart on the altar became shriveled by an unknown force, and some kind of force was descending.

The old wizard didn't stop, on the contrary, his actions became more intense, and the words in his mouth became inhuman, more like howling.

He didn't stop until the heart was completely dry, but no one could see that his pupils under the wolf bone mask turned into beast pupils.

Looking up, there was a thick black mist in front of the statue, but as for the war wolf, he could vaguely see the wolf's head.

But not everyone can see this scene. Only the old wizards and the wolf warriors with extremely high bloodlines who are present can spy on it.

The rest of the tribal fighters just bowed their heads, not even daring to look up at will.

Wolf Dynasty prostrated itself against the statue, showing no arrogance at all.

Even the war wolf lowered his head to show his surrender, not daring to show any temper to that existence.

Because all my strength comes from the wolf god!
They are all waiting, waiting for the communication between the old wizard and the wolf god. This is a kind of communication that is not at the verbal level, which is why the wizard and shaman of every tribe are so important.

Only these people know how to communicate with their wild spirits.

The ceremony was going well, but just when everyone thought it was about to be completed, the old wizard's furious voice was heard for some reason.

"No! Someone stole the power of the wolf god!"

This sound attracted everyone's attention, and they all stood up to be alert to possible enemies around them.

War Wolf looked up, and thanks to his super high bloodline purity, he could see the wolf's head that was transformed into the suspended black mist in a furious appearance.

But it was also such an exaggerated fit that caused just this one glance to be directly polluted by that frenzied spirituality.

"Ah!" Zhan Lang clasped his head tightly with both hands, his originally lush hair was growing wildly, his facial features were distorted in pain, and there were abnormal sounds of bones coming from all over his body. wolf howling.

And at this moment, the old wizard on the other side uttered a wolf howl. Hearing a moment of clarity in Zhan Lang's mind, he reacted and grabbed the wolf tooth necklace around his neck with one hand. The sharp wolf teeth on it pierced the flesh and stained with blood Spirituality erupted, suppressing the abnormality.

The hair stopped growing, and the raised body returned to its original shape, leaving only the fear on the wolf's face.

The strength of the wolf god almost made him lose control just by looking at it, and his awe of the wolf god couldn't help but increase.

But he's fine here, which doesn't mean the old wizard will be fine.

"Bring more sacrifices..."

A hoarse voice sounded, revealing his undisguised weakness, but as a wizard, he had to find a way to appease the restless wolf god.

The ceremony that had been stopped started again, but this time it was not so fancy, but directly pushed the captives one by one in front of the statue.

Through the animal pupils through the mask, the old wizard saw that the black mist enveloped the captives, and in the eyes of others, the captives were all mad and biting themselves and the people around them.

The blood-colored mist radiated out and merged into the black mist, and the violent fluctuations gradually subsided.

Seeing this scene, the old wizard finally breathed a sigh of relief, and continued the previously interrupted communication.

Where is the wolf who awakened his blood...

Everyone thought that the matter was almost over here, but unexpectedly, the wizard twitched without warning, and then fell backwards to the ground.

Everyone on the field, even the wolf warrior, didn't react, but he could feel the power of the wolf god disappear, so he rushed up to help the old wizard.

With just a little movement, the wolf bone mask shattered like this, revealing the old face behind with blood and tears in his eyes.

"Big Witch, are you alright!"

Even the war wolf couldn't help but become flustered. The tribe can have no leader, but it can't live without a wizard.

And at this moment, a white wolf ran out of the stone house not far away. It looked very old, its fur had lost its luster, and its movements were no longer vigorous.

Everyone didn't stop them. The white wolf came to the old wizard and licked it with his tongue. However, the old wolf quickly became weak and couldn't even stand up. whimper.

Slowly he couldn't even lift his head, only breathing weakly, and then died completely. The whole process was only a few breaths.

The old wizard who was not breathing came back to life, and his chest began to move until he regained consciousness, but his eyes could no longer be opened.

It was natural for this old wizard to accept that witchcraft is extremely dangerous, and it is lucky to survive, nothing surprising.

It's a pity that I have followed my double for many years...

The old wizard raised his hand to stroke the stiff old wolf beside him.

Just hearing the chaotic voices around him, he couldn't help feeling irritable and scolded.

"I'm not dead yet!"

But these words seemed to affect something, and the blood spit out directly.

"puff!"

He turned his head and was about to lie down again, but fortunately Zhan Lang gave him a hand and turned around to greet him.

"Hurry up and get the potion seized by the Lushou Tribe."

The warrior on the side quickly took back an emerald green potion, and after pouring it into the wizard, he gradually recovered.

"You all stand back."

The sorcerer recovered and immediately retreated to the left and right, leaving only Zhan Lang alone.

"I found the murderer who killed your father, and I also found the lost equipment. It was the power that wiped out the blood on the head wolf, and now he is stealing the power of the wolf god."

The wolf tooth necklace on the war wolf and the pendant on the head wolf's hand are a set, and wearing the two pieces at the same time can bring more powerful power.

These were made before the decline of the tribe, and the current tribe has no ability to produce this level of equipment, not to mention that this is a token of the tribe leader, and it must not fall into the hands of others.

Although the wizard was blind, he stood up as if he could see, and raised his finger to the southeast.

"Go, whether it's for the wolf, for yourself, or for the wolf god, we must find him, find the wolf, and retrieve the power that the tribe has stolen."

The war wolf's eyes were full of anger, and he clenched his fists and roared.

"For the tribe!"

…………

"Ow~"

"Don't move around! If you dare to get water on me, you dog will throw you into the river."

Lance held down the white wolf that was trying to escape, and rubbed his hands vigorously on its body, using clean water to wash away the blood stains on its body, as well as the stench.

This white wolf has never touched water since it was born, so naturally it struggled and thrashed wildly, screaming like a wolf, just unwilling to live or die.

But how can the arm twist over the thigh?After a while, he stood obediently, and his attention went to licking the water.

Lance looked at its stupid look, completely unaware of its ferocity just now.

In the experiment just now, Lance tried to use the wolf spirit to mobilize the power in the equipment, but there were some problems, that is, the wolf spirit directly devoured the power of the equipment, which caused [the head wolf pendant] a piece of equipment with sufficient spirituality to be scrapped directly. .

Of course, the consequence was that the wolf spirit became more powerful, and its ghostly figure quickly expanded to the size of an ordinary wolf, and at the same time, its expression became agile, as if it were a living thing.

At the same time, it has an additional very interesting ability, which is possession.

It is also this possession that directly makes the white wolf go berserk and gain more power, but it is not as crazy and irrational as before, although the consequence is a long period of weakness.

But this sequelae is nothing to Lance who can get stuck in the [Blessing] refresh mechanism.

However, this ability still attracted Lance's attention, because he had read the scroll and knew that there was such a thing in the Fanglang tribe.

The only difference is that the wolf god possesses humans, while the wolf spirit can only possess white wolves.

Originally, Lance was wondering if it was because people did not have "blood", but it was wrong when he thought about it carefully.

The spirit of the wilderness, which is shaped like a wolf, probably also has the characteristics of a wolf. If it possesses a human body, wouldn't it be...

At this time, Lance somewhat felt that the Fanglang tribe had made a mistake. Could it be that this was acting on the wolf in the first place, and then it was misused?
He can't help but think too much, these things are none of his business, the sky is high here and the emperor is far away, and if his Gargoyle tribe wants to find him, unless they fly over, otherwise the two sides will have no intersection at all.

Thinking of this, he focused his attention on the white wolf.

"It's not okay to call you a dog every day, you have to have a name, and it can't be too bad, so as not to lose my identity~"

Lance stared at it thinking, while the white wolf was getting a little hairy from his stare, and instead of licking the water, his eyes began to avert.

"It's been decided by the organization, so I'll call you Wangcai." Lance nodded affirmatively, and said a word that was different from the common language, even a little obscure.

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, such as Chasing the Wind, Xiaoyue, etc., but that's all, it's better to think of a familiar one with a special meaning, at least thinking about it a little bit.

"Wangcai." Lance tried to shout, seeing that the dog was not paying attention here, he patted it on the head with one hand, startled it, and almost peed.

"Have you heard that, you are called Wangcai."

Bai Lang actually showed a humble expression on his face, a look of "whatever you say is what you say".

"Prosperity?"

"Woo~" The white wolf whimpered, and leaned over to lick him, but Lance pushed him away with a little disgust.

"You are a wolf, not a dog, do you know? You have to be domineering, you have to walk out like a tiger..."

White Wolf is as smart as a human being, but after a few brief times, he realized that "Wangcai" was calling him, and he responded to the word.

"Let's go, Wangcai, go outside and wait for me by yourself, you can't leave the house."

Wangcai couldn't believe it when he heard this, so he looked back at Lance, and when he saw him waving his hands away, he immediately became active, and walked away quickly like a runaway husky, then shook his body and brushed his hair away. The hanging water drops were shaken off, and then ran out with brisk steps.

Lance looked at it like this, and knew that it was only a month-old wolf cub, its personality hadn't yet opened up, it was full of curiosity about everything around it, and it was not as calm as an adult wolf.

But the hunting skills seem to be innate, and I don't know if it was taught to them by the she-wolf over the past month or so, or the effect of the awakening of the blood.

But when Lance lowered his head, he found that his wet clothes were helpless, so he took them off directly, revealing a strong figure like a work of art.

When I came to Hamlet, I was only 1.7 meters tall. I had never done any heavy work since I was a child, and I looked fair and clean.

But within two months of coming here, his height has already reached the beginning of 1.8 meters. Every muscle on it seems to be from the hands of a master sculptor. It is a perfect combination of strength and beauty, as if it only exists in fantasy.

But he didn't pay much attention to it at all, and finally a tired look appeared on his face in this deserted corner.

so tired~
Sitting in the vat, the warm water wrapped him up, and he immediately became lazy, and the pressure accumulated along the way also dissipated.

Compared with other ordinary people, Lance has a habit that can be called a luxury, and that is to take a bath every day, unless there are special reasons.

But during this period of time, there were very few opportunities for him to take a bath. He either opened up business with soldiers or sailed on a ship.

And now he is very satisfied with this~
By the way, we need to build a bathhouse!
It's time to change those guys' hygienic habits. It's better to have one more place for recreation than to go to eat, drink, whore and gamble...

(End of this chapter)