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Chapter 728 727. Let’s march towards the glory of our ancestors

That night, Grand Overseer Xugesen, who had been galloping back all the way, finally returned to Mossy Valley on the voodoo wyvern of the Splitclaw clan before the start of the Divine Selection Ceremony of the Lord of the Hunt.

As soon as it left the flight point on its black and red warg named "Deathclaw", it saw the expressionless Lord Manson waiting for it at the fork in the road, with two teams of blood scars beside it. The hunting elect of the clan.

Each of these special gnolls is of Silver rank, and they wear armor decorated with thunder lizard leather and bones, and hold weapons that sparkle with filthy and corrosive power. Each of them is larger than ordinary elite barbarians. Two circles bigger.

There is no problem in using the phrase "big guy" to describe him.

Moreover, these guys exude a very dangerous aura. Even though Xu Gesen knew that he could easily defeat these guys, the sense of danger was not weakened by the difference in strength. This is enough to prove that these guys must have some skills that can transcend the level of strength. Means of accomplishing real harm.

Since the name is "Hunting Chosen", it also proves that these guys are all warriors of the Lord of Hunting in the human world. They are essentially different from ordinary jackals.

"Before such an important ceremony, you disappeared for most of the day without any reason?"

Lord Manson, who led Xu Gesen all the way into Mossy Valley, which is currently under martial law by the Bloodscar clan, was very dissatisfied. He leaned on the bone staff and scolded:

"Such irresponsible behavior is probably not what Chief Potana taught you, right?"

Hugerson did not refute, but took something out of the hunting bag behind his back and handed it to Manson.

The latter raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It was a pair of elf-style combat claws showing a strange purple-black light.

It was made by the manufacturer into a rather exquisite style of a monster glove. If you look closely, it is not difficult to tell that it is the shape of the Abyss Lifeweaver Spider worshiped by the elves. The six spider legs on the two claws form its sharp blade. And the arcs flowing like an abyss are wrapped around the sharp and slender blade, making this thing full of intimidation.

"The Wound of Corrosion? It's a sacred object of the Splitclaw clan. Did you go get this thing during the long time you left?"

Manson's dissatisfaction immediately dissipated.

It nodded and said:

"Yes, yes! Bringing these two sacred objects in the divine selection ceremony allows them to receive the blessings of the Lord of the Hunt, making their connection with you even deeper. You are worthy of being a natural warrior who has inherited the blood of the Bone-gnawing King. !

But you should at least say something before you leave. "

Hugersen shrugged.

It did not keep the combat claw in its own hand, but stuffed it into Manson's hand. This made the golden priest raise his eyebrows in surprise, and then saw the Grand Overseer in front of him conveying the message in simple sign language. .

"You want to use it as collateral to lease a more ferocious army from the Bloodscar clan?"

Manson frowned and said:

"That's not necessary! I have already mobilized all the Blood Scar army from the Brass Fortress battlefield. There are a hundred thousand people, which is enough for you to mobilize."

"Ow"

Hugersen let out a short roar, shook his head stubbornly, stretched out his hand and drew a circle in the mossy valley, which meant that he wanted the hunting voters here, and made a fighting gesture, and finally took out a fragment of the Transian flag from his arms. .

The meaning is obvious.

Hugerson believed that only god-given warriors like the Hunting Chosen could counter the Transancian war spirits.

This request put Priest Manson in a bit of a dilemma.

As the God-chosen Familia, the Hunting Chosen are the special units of the Bloodscar Clan, and their number will never be too large. At this time, they are guarding the Mossy Valley to ensure that the birth of the Lord of Hunting will not be disturbed. Logically speaking, these divine warriors will never be disturbed. Probably leaving the Gnoll Holy Land.

But it has indeed seen with its own eyes the outrageous extent of the war spirits in Transia.

It was also shocked by the ferocity and bellicosity of those undead warriors.

Xugersen's caution is not unreasonable, not to mention that the main reason why this great warlord became the God of Hunting is to avenge the Transcian governor.

It is even willing to use the Splitclaw clan's sacred objects in exchange for a group of chosen people, which shows the intensity of its desire for revenge.

Manson did not answer immediately. It glanced at the corrosive wound in its hand. This genuine artifact made its heart move slightly, so after a moment, it whispered:

"I need to apply to the chief, but don't worry, this sincerity is enough to impress Chief Amot. If you perform well enough in tonight's divine selection ceremony, I think this will also give your request a lot of points.

Are you ready? "

"Ah."

Xu Gesen nodded, reached out and took out his sword from the weapon bag of Warg Deathclaw and carried it behind his back. Manson waved his hand and said:

"Bring your warg with you. I heard that Deathclaw is the mount and companion that Chief Botana took great pains to find for you. It is said that the blood of this warg also comes from Lord Philip's hunting partner Benny. .

Maybe it's fate.

Your companions are also eligible to receive this gift of power from the Lord of the Hunt. "

Xu Gesen's eyes flashed.

It is unwilling to do this. Lord Philip has already told it what to do next. It does not want its warg to accept this risk.

But Deathclaw was very loyal. It licked Xugersen's finger and followed its master firmly.

Xu Gesen finally nodded.

Under the protection of the Gods of Hunting, it strides towards the depths of the mossy valley in front of it, where a ceremony has been prepared. There, Xu Gesen will receive the divine power from the Lord of Hunting and become His spokesperson in the material world.

Manson was not accompanying him.

It had to convey Xugersen's request to the chief priest Amot, but before leaving, the blood-scarred priest narrowed his eyes at the leaving Xugersen. After the great warlord completely disappeared, it summoned a blood-scarred priest and ordered arrive:

"Send someone to find out where Xu Gesen has been today. If he comes into contact with anyone outside the Splitclaw clan, arrest him and make it more secretive."

The priest nodded, turned and left.

Manson sighed.

If possible, it doesn't want to be so defensive about this kind of thing. If the investigation is exposed, Xu Gesen will definitely be furious, but the problem is that the blood of this guy is too important to the jackals.

The legendary Bone-Gripping King is so miraculous that even the faith of the Hunting Lord Church was summarized and established by Lord Philip. It is really difficult to say whether the power of God can completely control the bloodline of the Bone-Gripping King.

If Hugersen shows some disturbing signs during this process, then Manson's secret investigation will be necessary.

This is a very simple reason.

A dangerous lone wolf can never be coerced. If you want to tame a lone wolf without being bitten to death, you must put a halter on it.

As for the God Selection Ceremony itself, it is actually not as mysterious as Xu Gesen imagined, and there is no need to go through any outrageous divine trials. It is not that the Blood Scar Clan does not want to make this ceremony more majestic. The main reason is that it is not as mysterious as Xu Gesen imagined. Yes, the Lord of Hunting has not yet been born, and his godhead and appearance have not yet been fully formed.

No matter how majestic the ceremony is, it is difficult to really get in touch with the Lord of the Hunt, not to mention that there is still a war, so everything is kept simple.

In a thousand-year-old cave in the deepest part of the Mossy Valley, Xu Gesen carried the Wolf Blood Holy Sword on his back and led the Death Claw forward. Along the way, the hunting elects stood in their positions like sculptures.

There was no emotion in their eyes, as if their souls had been hollowed out and filled with something indescribable.

Xu Gesen knew that this was his future.

These elects are all downgraded versions of the Chosen Ones. They are the most outstanding and outstanding gnoll warriors in the entire Dark Mountains, but they have been transformed into servants of God.

In name, this is a great contribution, but no matter how nice it sounds, it can't change the cruelty and ruthlessness of this process.

The Grand Overseer is not an ignorant guy.

It also came into contact with the silver dwarf earth priests on the battlefield at Black Flame Pass. Those priests were also theoretically chosen by the Earth Mother Goddess Gaia, but they did not show such complete loss of mind and consciousness.

It seems that what his adoptive mother and Lord Philip said are true.

The Lord of the Hunt is an out-and-out evil god, and his style is even more cruel than the legendary neutral-to-evil Spider Lady. After all, the Spider Lady's life-weaver girls have not had their souls taken away.

Once such a guy is born, the future of the already ferocious jackals will be really bleak. Xu Gesen made up his mind.

It finally reached the deepest part of the cave. After passing through a black stone door, it entered a small valley isolated from the world. What it saw on the cliff was a pool of scarlet water.

It was a supernatural blood pool created by the freshest blood mixed with certain powers.

It seems to go deep into the earth and into the heart of the world. Behind the blood pool is a hunting shrine carved out of black rock. It is shrouded in the pale moonlight. On it is a vague-faced jackal warrior raising a flail high into the sky. Roaring sculpture.

When Xu Gesen looked at it, he could vaguely see a roaring jackal giant standing upright in the bloody world of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

That majestic power makes people worship.

It is said that this shrine was carved by the King of Bone Grippers a hundred years ago as a link of faith between the Lord of Hunting and the Jackals. If Xu Gesen burst out and destroyed this shrine at this time, the Lord of Hunting and the Jackals could be completely cut off. The problem is that it can't do that.

Standing around the blood pool and the shrine were five golden ones, including Manson, but except for Priest Manson and Chief Amot, the other three golden ones were all undead.

Those should be the previous generations of chiefs of the Bloodscar clan.

Their forms are not consistent with ordinary undead. Their emotions and thoughts have not been stripped away by death. Their every move will flash a red glow under their armor, exactly like the light of the blood pool in front of them.

Apparently, this is the dead person protected by the power of the Lord of the Hunt.

"Come, Xu Gesen, blood descendant of the Bone-gnawing King, take off your armor, take your hunting companions and your weapons, step into the blood pool of the Hunting Lord, accept the blessing of my god, and then His name walks across the earth, spreading the majesty of the Lord of the Hunt throughout the world!”

The chief priest of Amote, wearing a bloody lizard horn mask, held a scarlet flail, and shouted with endless fanaticism in an old voice:

"The Chosen One of the Lord of Hunting and the Trampler of All Living Beings are about to be born! This is a sign of the true rise of our race. Let us roar and let us bathe in the glory of our Lord's hunting."

Hugersen took a deep breath.

It took off its armor, touched its own warg with its naked body, and then stepped into the blood pool with the wolf-blood holy sword.

The five priests immediately began to chant, and their murky whispers made the water in the blood pool boil. Xu Gesen felt that he was sinking into the blood-colored water, and the stench of the blood soon overwhelmed its mouth and nose, and even began to pour into its consciousness.

It feels like drowning.

It could hear a roar formed by the voices of countless jackals. It could see that the stone statue of the shrine in front of it seemed to come to life, and the facial features seemed to be molded into the faceless face.

If you look carefully, those facial features are clearly its face.

Xu Gesen's eyes were dull at this moment, and it seemed that certain nodes in his consciousness were being replaced. At this moment, the voice of the Bone Grinding King suddenly sounded in its ears:

"Little brat! I knew you couldn't stand it. You little loser really disappointed me. Fortunately, I saved my life and kept my mind close. I'll show you our former glory."

"buzz"

The illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in front of Xu Gesen suddenly changed.

The sunrise on the golden plain flickered, and the light illuminated an indescribable great building. In this early morning, the majestic gnoll guards wearing high-tech weapons that Xu Gesen could not understand were the first in the city of creation. A group of walking lives.

They did not seem to be tired of the duty of keeping vigil, and they circled the city on flying vehicles with endless majesty and sense of mission.

The perspective is stretched into a grander perspective.

Xu Gesen saw a spaceship made of steel suspended in the sky, even as if he could touch the sea of ​​​​stars with his hand. On top of that god-like creation, there were still jackals wearing "giant armor" to protect the safety of the researchers. .

The screen rotates again.

In a desert, there is an incomprehensible "God's Machine" that is slowly being sent deep into the earth by invisible force. In this changed scene, there are still teams of brave jackal guards in the wind and sand everywhere. alert.

Even on the Songhai people's solar ship, there was a Jackal captain directing the defense.

"Did you see it? In the past era, we were the defenders of the cause of the Creator! That is the reason why we were born. We were not shaped by ridiculous wild evil gods, but by the greatest power in this world and even this sea of ​​stars. us.

This is also the glorious time that I once dreamed of getting back.

Unfortunately, nothing can come back.

We, who were once noble, have also fallen to the point where we are just living like hair and drinking blood, but that's okay. Civilization always has its ups and downs. It's not terrible to fall down. What's most afraid is that we lie in the mud and lose the courage to get up again.

So, Xu Gesen, my grandson"

What little strength Frederick had left in Hugerson's mind was dissipating.

It helped Xu Gesen get through the most difficult ten seconds. At that moment when the power dissipated, the bone-grinding king asked in a calm tone that he had never heard before:

"Are you willing to help your tribe regain their great foundation in this chaotic era? Or are you willing to sink into this stinky mud pit, kneeling down and praying to a tool evil god that I regard as a plaything?"

It's a question, but it doesn't need an answer.

This question left by the King of Bone Grinders is destined to take Hugersen a long time to answer, not even with words but with actions.

Those flowing illusions dissipated at this moment, and Xu Gesen seemed to fall from the sky into the stinking pool of blood. The damn illusions and phantom sounds covered it again, and the Lord of Hunting's divine power was almost completed.

Beside Hugersen, the Deathclaw's screams had become feeble.

"Come to me! Poor little boy."

it whispered.

The poor Deathclaw seemed to find courage all of a sudden. It hit its master's feet in the blood pool, and then placed a powerful claw on top of its head, transferring the pressure it was bearing to itself.

Under the surprised gazes of the five golden men, Xu Gesen, whose whole body was filled with divine power, not only was not crushed, but stood up little by little while roaring.

Its golden fur was stained scarlet.

But the bright color did not fade away, but instead turned into an indescribable golden red.

It does not detract from its majestic kingly appearance, but makes it look more domineering.

And its vocal cords that had been damaged by voodoo were also repaired at this moment. It coughed and grabbed the completely contaminated wolf blood holy sword from the blood pool, like holding a bloody long fang.

It said in a deep voice that was almost exactly the same as the King of Bone Grinders:

"Prepare my armies, priests, we will march towards Transia, we will wage war! We will pursue victory! Of course, all in the name of the great Lord of the Hunt."
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In the early morning of the third day, Hogg bid farewell to the old black-eyed chief. With the help of 108 Jackal players who entered the game one after another in the past three days, Xianlang assembled an "army of thousands" at an unimaginable speed. ”, it can finally start its own “root-finding journey”.

But among the team leaving the Black Eyes Clan, there was someone who shouldn't be there.

Popok Black Eyes, who was proud to have become a high-ranking warlord again, was sitting in a war chariot pulled by a Los beast. He looked around vigilantly, turned around and said to his sister who was hiding behind him:

"You are too careless! How could you be targeted by the assassins of the Bloodscar Clan?

If my warriors hadn't been vigilant enough, you would have been captured! The always dim old man is decisive this time. Now you must follow Mr. Xianlang and me to leave the clan territory. It is no longer safe here.

But don't worry, Nanak.

Although I have always hated you, I will fulfill my duties as a younger brother and I will protect you. But are you still unwilling to tell who the child in your belly belongs to?

asshole!

I must personally strangle to death that wild man who dares to ruin the reputation of the Black Eyes clan! "

"Shut up, Popok, look at what you are like now. You were just stupid before, but now you are bad and stupid. You found out early that an assassin was trying to kidnap me, but you still had to perform a show in front of my father. , just to take away the most sophisticated armors and weapons in the clan."

Nanak Black Eyes leaned against the corner of the war vehicle with a tired look on her face. She touched the unhealed scar on her neck with some fear, and then she whispered:

"But those seven warriors died in the hands of assassins to save me. I'm sorry, I caused losses to Your Excellency Xian Lang."

"Nothing to apologize for."

Popok snorted and said proudly to his sister:

"You can see them in three days. They are war spirits given to the jackals by the invincible Creator. They are immortal wolves! Haha, look at the stupid expression on your face. You must not know why I want to ask the wise wolf Allegiance.

Don't be stupid, my pathetic sister!

It is not you who can truly create the future for the Black Eyes Clan. I will become the greatest chief in the history of the Black Eyes Clan and even the Jackals, and you, you will have the honor to witness all this with your own eyes. "

(End of this chapter)