Lord Roar

Chapter 520 The Sacrifice of Flesh and Blood

There are many people in this world who are afraid of death, and there are also many people who are not afraid of death.

Being afraid of death doesn't mean you're cowardly, maybe it's just caring, and caring has become an obsession.

Those who are not afraid of death may not necessarily be brave, maybe it is just some kind of belief that should not exist, making him think that death is not terrible.

Rooney is not afraid of death. As a Druid, he has said countless times in different dioceses of the Holy See that "the Holy Father is above, praise the Holy Father". In private, he has never praised the forest goddess, so his fear of death has nothing to do with his beliefs. He admits that druids were created by elf goddesses, but he does not live for his beliefs.

What Rooney was afraid of was dying at the hands of a bunch of ignorant elves, and he was even more afraid of dying at the mouth of an ancient species of monster.

Thousands of years ago, the Burning Legion from the Demon Plane came to St. Cassis Continent. The population of all races dropped sharply. The civilization of the entire continent regressed for more than a thousand years. Countless indigenous races died in battle, and countless powerful people buried their bones in the yellow sand. .

Rooney does not expect to advance to the holy rank in his lifetime, and he has never even expected to advance to the rank of inferior saint.

He has inexplicable confidence that in the future war between the two major planes, the Bloodhoof Tribe will definitely shine.

He only hopes that when the Demon Race invades the St. Cassis Continent again in the next few years, when everyone sings the name of the boss Allen and the Bloodhoof Tribe, he will also sing the name of Rooney at the same time. Like countless ancestors, his bones were buried under that barren wild ancient plain.

Yingge keenly sensed a few elf companions coming from a distance, hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Master Rooney, do you have anything else to entrust to me?"

Shadow Song didn't think that the Bloodhoof Tribe would come to rescue Rooney, and even if they did come, it would definitely be too late in terms of time.

Rooney sighed. The fluctuation of East's mental power just now to check his position was just fleeting and fleeting. The Great Forest of Stars occupies such a vast area. Perhaps when the boss brought people here, he had already become the nine in the cold pool. The head monster's belly meal.

"When you see the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe, I implore Conslet and Lacey, the two masters, to collect my soul and broken body, and make sure to transform me into an undead creature." After Rooney finished speaking, he sneered: " If you, the elves, still have something to live on."

Shadow Song was slightly moved. Undead creatures are between life and death. They are immortal. Although they have souls, they are no different from dead people. After being transformed, they are manipulated like walking dead. What kind of obsession is it? Willing to become an undead creature after killing a powerful druid?
You must know that this transformation ceremony is not 100% successful. Once it fails, the soul exists but has no body, and it will always hover on the edge of the nether world, immortal and lonely forever.

"Why? Don't you want to return to the embrace of the elf goddess?" Yingge was extremely surprised.

"Because, I want to fight for the Bloodhoof Tribe until the last moment!" After finishing speaking, Rooney closed his eyes and fell into the memories. When he was in the Bloodhoof Tribe, his little apprentices, his good friends, And those simple and honest barbarian warriors.

Shadow Song sighed heavily, and finally printed the sacrificial rune on Rooney's forehead.

A gust of light from the wind and wood elements flickered, and Rooney's forehead was radiant, and the magic essence of his whole body began to pour into his forehead, and he fell into a deep sleep with a gray face.

A few inaudible footsteps came, and two male elves stood behind Shadow Song, and Ying Song carefully handed the sleeping Rooney to his companion.

After the two male elves took Rooney, they seemed to dislike the blood stains on Rooney's body on their hands, wrapped two tree vines around Rooney's limbs, and dragged on the ground roughly.

Yingge was furious, and pulled out a whip transformed from wind elements from behind, and slapped the two elves' backs fiercely, shouting angrily: "We must respect such a powerful druid ranger!"

The two male elves looked at the watcher Yingge behind him in puzzlement. Seeing the anger on the other side's face, they held Rooney on his shoulders and left silently.

The habitat of the elves is in the deepest part of the Great Forest of Stars, not far from the habitat of the druids, but it is closer to the outermost edge of the north side of the forest. Of course, the geographical location is far better than that of the druids. Too much, and it is also the place with the most abundant elemental power in the Great Forest of Stars.

Except for the palace where the two generations of elf queens and high priests lived, thousands of wooden houses were built in irregular shapes on the giant trees around the palace.

In the great forest of stars, this place has become a concentrated town.

The elves are a matriarchal society, and female elves occupy the absolute dominance. Even the king of the elves is also a woman.

The lifespan of the elves is extremely long. For thousands of years, there are only three queens among the pure blood elves.

The first generation of queens single-handedly created an incomparably prosperous elf empire. The land area has already extended beyond the Great Forest of Stars, almost covering the entire continent of St. Cassis.

Success is Xiao He, failure is Xiao He, and the elf empire was also destroyed in the hands of the first generation of elf queens.

The walls were pushed down by everyone, and the drums were broken by thousands of people. If Beamon and the human race had assisted the elves, the elves might not be destined to be destroyed. It can only be said that the elves are too arrogant and have become the target of all races. With the invasion of the Burning Legion, the human race will still rise up and unite with Beamon to overthrow the rule of the elves.

And the second-generation elf queen led the pure-blooded elves to live side by side. After thousands of years of reproduction, she recovered a little vitality of the elves.

Now living in the fate of the pure-blood elves is the third-generation elf queen Paris, who is also the bloodline of the second-generation elf queen.

The three finished Moon Wells were lined up around the cold pool, and the second-generation Elf Queen, the High Priest of the Elven Clan, and Paris, the contemporary Elf Queen, who had long since faded from the eyes of the world, floated above the three Moon Wells.

The surging elemental magic power guides the well water in the Moon Well, irrigating the bone-piercing pool of more than ten meters wide and five meters long.

"Wake up, ancient guardian beast, when you wake up, it will be the day when our family will regain its former glory!" The elf high priest muttered, with hot sweat under the mask.

Unlike other slender female elves, the elf high priest was tall and even a little bloated, and the mask covering his face was even more hideous.

The pure-blooded elves have a total of nineteen moon wells. When an elf with affinity for elements is born, they can bathe in the water of the moon well. From then on, they can create a powerful elf mage of both wind and wood. .

Without these Moon Wells, the elves would have been strangled and exterminated by the Holy See's crusade army long ago.

Over thousands of years, the nineteen Moon Wells have dried up one after another, and now only nine are left.

In order to mend the incompleteness of the soul, the nine-headed demon in the cold pool, and the nine moon wells have almost dried up three more.

Not long ago, the elves and the druids joined forces to set up the Moonwell Array, and finally awakened the nine-headed monster in the cold pool, which was about to return to its heyday. Unfortunately, the Saint Cassis Continent is now a low-magic plane, and there are no powerful monsters in the space. The elemental magic power to maintain the vitality of the nine-headed monster in the cold pool, so it fell into a deep sleep here.

If you want the nine-headed monster in the cold pool to adapt to the low-magic plane, you must sacrifice powerful flesh and blood, and Rooney, who inexplicably broke into the elves' territory, just solved the urgent need of the elves.

Without Rooney, the elf queen of the previous generation would sacrifice her own flesh and blood.

No one is willing to sacrifice their lives, and the second-generation elf queen is no exception. This is also the main reason why the elves have not let Rooney leave despite the years of friendship with the druids.

He has reached the level of a magister and has strong vitality. What else is more suitable for a flesh and blood sacrifice than Rooney, a druid.

(End of this chapter)