The white-haired priest has forgotten his name.

Since it was six years old, it became a sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial seldom called it by its name.

High Priest.

Sacrifice to the Lord.

My old friend.

White-haired old dog.

All kinds of honorific titles or nicknames.

The former represents respect, while the latter represents greetings between friends or the despicable title of enemies.

As the high priest of the kowtower, he is thirty-nine years old this year, and may be the longest-lived kowtower in the entire kingdom.

Calculated based on the average lifespan of a kobold man...

Or the twenty years of the nobles?

Anyway, no matter where it goes, it is an alien in this kingdom.

The white-haired dog-headed man knew that he had lived long enough.

If you want, maybe you can live longer?

The hometown of the dog-headed man was once occupied by orcs, and the white-haired priest sitting on the top of the ground worm looked at his still strong body, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

As the distance gets closer, the dog-headed people, who are the lower aristocrats, show a hint of excitement on their faces, while the dog-headed nobles, who are the higher aristocrats, become irritable and uneasy.

The white-haired priests knew that they were in fear.

On the one hand, I am afraid of the orcs I am about to face.

on the other hand.

Maybe the object of fear is it?

In the eyes of awe or fear, the white-haired priest kneeled on the body of the worm, and muttered congratulations to the Oma Mountain in the distance.

"Hometown, we are back, Oma Mountain, your people are back...

You give us food and life, you are the greatest existence in the world...

You protect us and the dog-headed tribe, just like you protect every grass and tree on the sacred mountain...

We are back, please, as you have been in the past countless years, once again, and continue to spread your glory to the people who believe in you..."

In the sacrificial poem of the dog kowtower sacrifice, the three legions of the dog kowtower led the remaining young and old, and continued to move forward.

And two kilometers away from them, the orcs' army was ready.

go ahead.

keep going.

The Wind Dragon Knight flew over to issue a warning, but could not stop the dog-headed people from moving forward.

"The tribesmen, the sacred mountain is right in front of you."

"A year ago, we surrendered to the orcs and had to leave the sacred mountain. Today, we are about to take back our hometown and drive away those savage monsters!"

"Mencius, pick up your hoes and knock the orcs' heads."

"Long live the kingdom!"

There are low-level kowtowel nobles who are encouraging morale. Although the lower-level kowtowels no longer have IQ (first-level AI), a small number of elite (second-level AI) can still be understood.

The lower-class nobles were boosting morale. Although their psychology was not sure whether this battle could be won, they had to do so under the orders of their superiors.

Maybe you won?

The most time, I won't lose too badly.

Compared with them, as the upper level of the dog-headed man, the dog-headed man warlocks with dragon bloodline surround the snake-tailed woman trembled and Keke.

Their heads were lowered, and their trembling bodies showed their respect for this great being.

The distance is closer.

"A killing, I smelled the blood."

The snaketail lady laughed in a low voice, and the dog-headed warlocks were like mud and wood sculptures, and they did not dare to make any sound at all.

"Blood and soul, won't you be excited to see these?"

Ms. Snaketail spoke again, and her tone was already a little impatient.

As a god, oh sorry, an evil god with the power of a god, Ms. Snake Tail feels that she should be very easy to get along with.

At least it will not casually ask to believe in its own tribe and sacrifice itself to her.

This is already very kind, isn't it?

At most, whenever the festival comes, we will collect some blood and souls from these believers.

What? Do you think it's too much?

Please, is He an evil god?

I recalled the sacrifices sent to me by several ethnic groups who believed in me during the past festivals.

Among the offerings given by the fishman, the blood food is the most.

The Nagas replaced gold, silver and pearls.

As for what disappointed Him the most, they might be the big prawns with shells, they gave nothing!

But there is no way, who makes Him like to eat?

Thinking of the smell of those prawns...

wait!

Why did He think about these things?

It's clear that I'm about to arrive on the battlefield!

Just now, there was a lightning wind here...

Ms. Snaketail's thoughts stopped.

Beside Him.

Blood began to flow from the seven orifices of the kobold warlocks.

The blood with the aura of the dragon clan kept surrounding the snake-tail lady, and finally condensed him into a tortured "ruby" as if he had encountered cold crystals.

The kowtowling warlocks present looked at the scene in front of them excitedly.

They actually banned a god!

Although it consumes the power of all warlocks and part of their lifespan, it is already great that it can make them sealed without realizing it?

"Thank you, Oma, Kamiyama..."

"Shh! Don't wake Him."

"Silence, quiet down, let Him continue to be silent in His memories."

The dog-headed people were excited.

People are afraid of dog heads.

The weirdness continues.

The dog-headed people on the periphery are still moving forward.

Move all the way forward.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Ten meters...

Then, in full view of everyone, the ground-boring worm carrying the snake-tail lady walked out of the dog-headed camp, left the large army with the dog-headed troops, and directly entered the separate camp in front of the orcs...

Seeing this scene, the white-haired dog-headed man breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it has been under the backlash of divine power, it will not last long.

Before dying, solve the last trouble for the tribe, even if the nameless high priest made the last contribution to the tribe's people.

The sacred mountain in my hometown is right in front of me.

The white-haired dog-headed man stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch it.

But in the next second, the expression on its face stopped.

"That...that's..."

Shocked, unbelievable.
To be continued...