Chapter 1,200 An Embarrassing Sacrifice
"Could it be that there is a passionate soul hidden in my blood, and I am actually a very scary man?"
After some self-analysis, I came to a conclusion that shocked me.
The fact that he is a very scary guy is inherently scary.
"It's just an idiot, a terrible stupid idiot." The little fox who carried me back poked the back of my head angrily and complained in a sweet voice.
"That's right, that's right, the soul of an idiot, a barbarian, a rude and unintelligent barbarian!" Beja, who was always afraid of the world, started to boo again.
"Huh? Did the barbarian provoke you?!"
Seattlek, who was sitting not far away, twitched his ears and immediately glared at him fiercely.
"Oh~~I'm sorry~~wuwuwu~~"
The coward Beja, who was frightened by the ferocious-looking Seattlek, as if she was afraid of being caught and sold to Harrogas, subconsciously grabbed my back collar tightly, her beautiful eyes were pitiful.
I said, it’s not a good idea to ask for protection from someone like me who was just called an idiot by you, who is in a very unhappy mood, who may go dark and go berserk at any time, and who temporarily transforms from a docile and kind-hearted Mihaoshi citizen into an accomplice of an unscrupulous and violent trafficker. .
Not to mention how happy I was to see this little Elf Princess doing her own thing, but on the surface, I still acted like a kind and pleasant big brother in front of Artoria, caressing Beja's dog head and smiled without saying a word. Like a great Buddha with boundless compassion.
"Junior Brother Wu, you are right, this is how a man should be."
Seeing this little elf shivering with fright at a look, Seatik clicked his tongue in boredom, and then gave me a thumbs up.
"Hmm, you mean, wasn't I a man enough before?" I couldn't help but praise, and immediately crossed my legs proudly.
"Speaking of which, Seattleik, didn't you say you didn't want to come see this ceremony?"
I suddenly asked, this big guy's style doesn't look like the kind of person who would get up early in the morning and come here to join in the fun.
"Stop talking. It's so noisy early in the morning that I can't sleep well, so I came here to look for anything delicious."
"If you want to eat people, just catch them one by one."
I looked at this big savage quite speechlessly. Did he come here early in the morning just to be laughed at by the foodies?
"Where's Carlos?" Looking around, I couldn't find Carlos, the noodle king.
"Here, there, over there."
Seattlek immediately pouted angrily in one direction. Looking along, I could vaguely feel the guy's aura. Why was he running so far back... Well, don't think about it, it must be because Kajie'er was there. In that case, Wei La Si and the others are also sitting there, Luo?
Alas, it's a bit bad. The image of a loving father I finally established in front of Sirus and the others must have been destroyed just now.
She turned around regretfully and met Arturia's clear and majestic eyes head on.
"Fan, a very good speech, although it didn't fit the atmosphere a bit."
Arturia smiled and fully affirmed my crazy performance just now. She is worthy of being my beloved wife. Did she really resonate with her? Sure enough, there is also a desire for war hidden in the heart?
"Fanfan is so awesome, Tia and I have become Fanfan's most loyal fan!"
There was a numbing soft pressure on my back. The innocent and careless little girl Tia had already hugged me from behind and hugged me excitedly.
"Hey, hey, you guy, let go quickly!!!"
Beja kept pulling Tia angrily from behind.
"Alas~~~"
I sighed in despair.
There are still tens of thousands of eyes staring at you two. Tomorrow... no, in the bar gossip headlines later, there will probably be such a headline: Shocking! Kiss in public! The story that Elder Fan and the Horadric princess had to tell has been confirmed to be correct! !
Then, add a subtitle below: Surprise! Is the Elf Princess a third party? Two princesses competing for a husband?
"But, brother, is it really okay to say this?" Lena gently pulled my sleeves from the side, her peaceful look covered with worry.
"What do you mean?" I didn't respond.
"The historical turning point of the alliance has sounded the clarion call for counterattack against the Hell Clan. If my brother says this on such an occasion, I cannot just treat it as empty words and just deal with it."
"Oh, well..."
I thought hard for three seconds and then clapped my hands.
"Just let Akara nǎinǎi worry."
Lena: "..."
"What's wrong? You look like your brother is really stupid." Lena's expression was so readable now that I could see it right away.
"You idiot, haven't you figured it out yet? If you say such a thing, Akara nǎinǎi will be happy. From now on, I can openly use this reason to let you [star] in this counterattack."
The little fox couldn't stand it anymore, and kept pushing his elbows on my most vulnerable cervical vertebrae from behind.
It hurts! !
But the surprise in his heart immediately overshadowed the violence that happened on his neck.
Wha...what? ! ! !
I was shocked for half a minute before I came to my senses and continued to slap my head in regret.
I didn't expect that I would dig a big hole for myself and jump into it, you bastard! !
"Hush, the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin."
At this time, because of my irresponsible remarks, which had aroused a fanatical and belligerent momentum, the ceremony team was in an awkward situation. Finally, belatedly, it slowly appeared in front of everyone from the depths of the passage leading directly to the central square. In sight.
Following the well-rehearsed steps, manners, expressions, and emotions that had been rehearsed for a long time, the much-anticipated sacrificial ceremony finally began.
only……
The knight's great sword is still there.
It seems that no one dares to go up and pull it out.
The position where the giant sword was standing was just in front of the young woman playing the role of the holy woman, who was performing the sacred hymn.
Exuding the cold and bloodthirsty aura.
Let the wonderful and sacred sacrificial ceremony be filled with the iron-blooded flavor of a warrior.
Feeling the countless accusing eyes around me, I kept shrinking my body... shrinking my body... I wanted to get into the cracks under the floor.
The four parts that make up the entire ceremony, namely the opening ceremony, the Holy Path ceremony, the Holy Sacrifice ceremony, and the completion ceremony, are proceeding in an orderly manner. However, I don’t know if there is something wrong with my biological clock. I always feel that... these rituals seem to be more complicated than the others. The previous one was a little faster, and it had a bit of a meaning of "It's so embarrassing, hurry up and get rid of it".
The redemption of Evelina sung by the saintly nv actor, to be fair, although the level is ten thousand years different from that of the little ghost, it is still the same as when I first watched the God’s Birthday Ceremony six years ago. The singing voice heard from Sarah, who plays the saint nv, is very close.
All in all, being able to compare her with Sarah and make such a high evaluation means that, as far as ordinary people are concerned, her singing is already impeccable.
However, because of the remaining atmosphere at the scene, and because of the tall and upright forest sword directly in front of where she was praying and singing, listening to this hymn, in addition to making people feel solemn and holy, actually brought a sense of A hint of iron-blooded flavor...
Is this considered a failed ritual?
Until the end of the ceremony, I was still in a subtle tangle. When Akara woke up and knew that I messed up the ceremony, he would bury me in a lumberyard to make ingredients.
Lasting until close to noon, the first main dish of the god's birthday, the sacrificial ceremony, finally came to an end, and the square that accommodated hundreds of thousands of people began to leave in an orderly manner under the command of the soldiers.
Everyone's faces were filled with excitement. In the past, the end of the sacrifice ceremony meant that half of the God's Birthday had passed. But now, on the God's Birthday, which lasts for five full days, the sacrifice ceremony is just a prelude. , just thinking about it makes people feel extremely excited.
However, the rest of the people can look forward to the upcoming God's Birthday program, but I can't. There are still a lot of things waiting to be done. Akala is dying...oh, no, it's clinical...forget it, in short, The solemn instructions I gave while lying on the bed that day were definitely not meant to scare people or make the matter serious. Instead, I tried to make it as light as possible.
The crowd dispersed somewhat, and the rest of the old acquaintances immediately came over to the leadership table.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this location is really good, you evil man of power and money."
Malagby sat enviously where we were just now. He looked towards the central square and felt that the distance and angle were just right. He immediately smacked his lips.
In a square that accommodates hundreds of thousands of people, ordinary people sitting at the back can naturally not see the ritual ceremony held in the central square hundreds of meters away, although we have thoughtfully set up the image magic. , the projection of this scene is enlarged, so that everyone can clearly see every detail of the ritual ceremony in the central square.
But just like sitting next to the TV watching a program, there is never the atmosphere of witnessing it with your own eyes.
"Wu, as you said just now, the wild child you picked up eight years ago has finally grown up."
Lar pretended to pat my shoulder, wiped the wet corners of his eyes, and said as if the speech I just made was all due to him.
If Sarah hadn't been there, I'd have wanted to give this guy a super Argentinian shot and let him know what it felt like to duck the waist.
"Cousin...cousin meow!!" With a warlike look in her eyes, Feini stammered and came closer.
"Okay, okay, I know what you're going to say." I interrupted the tomboy impatiently, and I casually thrust a wooden sword cut from a tree branch into her hand.
"General Feini, traces of the Sinking Demon were found ten kilometers ahead. Are you willing to lead ten Spartan warriors to bring back their heads for me? Hang the small knife covered with their blood proudly on your chest. forward!!"
"Take orders!!"
Fini, who was completely absorbed in the drama, held the wooden sword in her hand tightly, just like a sword of admiration. With the determination to succeed or die, she solemnly bowed to me, turned around and left.
Everyone who saw this scene was speechless.
"It's not a good idea to take advantage of the trust of admirers who are inspired by your own words to do this kind of thing."
Karina looked at Fini's disappearing back with some pity.
"Sister, this is what politicians do." I looked at her deeply and couldn't wait to join the wife.
Hey, Vilas, my cute little dog Vilas, don’t think that I can’t see you if you hide behind Linya. Come on, come over to my husband’s side, and give him a “woof” sound...
With a smile on his face, his ten claws and fingers kept squirming, and he moved closer to Willas who was hiding behind Linya with a blushing face. As a result, he was immediately pushed to the ground by the little fox and Bea, and beaten into a pig's head.
Over there, Arturia and Sister Sharna faced each other wordlessly again.
Over there, many people gathered around to watch how Old Man Fala put two fireworks on the nostrils of Mu Diaodonggua, who was sleeping soundly, and then lit them...
I asked why this old guy was so quiet and didn't make noises with people like the old drunkard. It turned out he was asleep.
And, that, the dwarf elder? Is it really okay to watch the former dwarf king being ignored by others and even join the crowd of spectators?
As a result, we saw Mudiao Donggua, who was awakened by sparks, spraying colorful fireworks from both nostrils, screaming and howling wildly around the square, with that strong and beautiful figure...
Are these guys...come from a professional comedy class?
"Ahem, everyone, be quiet."
I clapped my palms to attract everyone's attention, and then took out a booklet from Linya's hand.
This thick 16-page book contained nothing else but recorded the total number of programs applied for during the five days of God’s birthday.
That's right, there are hundreds of programs in a thick book, and the number of programs is about a thousand.
As for how such a bizarre quantity was produced...it's probably our fault that we were overly excited at the time.
A total of seven stages have been built in the entire new area of the camp, which means that seven performances can be held at the same time.
In doing so, we also take into account that on God’s birthday, the number of spectators reaches hundreds of thousands. If most of them gather together to watch the performance, such a huge number will inevitably cause various major problems.
So there is this number.
How to make the most of these stages? Seven stages, a festival lasting five days, is too much.
So, as soon as I slapped my thigh, I decided that every region, every race, every tribe, even a village, a troupe of entertainers, as long as they could put on a decent performance, could apply.
The result is this booklet in my hand.
As a result, the stage was fully utilized, and programs could be scheduled until late at night on the last day of God’s birthday. The price was that our workload increased dozens of times.
Having said that, could it be that Akara suddenly collapsed from exhaustion after seeing this booklet?
Manpower, there is a serious shortage of manpower.
I flipped through the book and looked at the dense text strings on it, and my eyes almost turned green.
Then, he looked at the guys around him with a wolf-like gaze, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and revealed a sinister smile.
"I suddenly remembered something else."
Mu Aodonggua, who was about to fight to the death with Farah, reacted first and covered his blackened beard, not caring about revenge.
"Where to run!!"
I turned the sword I had just recovered and smacked Mu Aodonggua, who was about to take off, with the blade of the sword sideways. I swatted him to the ground like a fly, lying on his stomach like a toad.
"Dear Elder Fan, if you have any orders, just say so. We are not irresponsible people like Old Winter Melon."
Seeing that the momentum was not right, Old Man Farah stepped on Muradin who was lying on the ground and said flatteringly.
"That's right, Fan, if you need anything, just ask."
Arturia was on the side, gently holding my hand. Beja, who was standing behind her, snorted and turned her head, but she did not refuse.
"I'm not here to help a bad guy like you, I'm just doing my part for the Alliance and Elder Akala." The little fox swung his tail proudly. A
