nagpurpolice Chapter 119 A Sacrifice Who Walked into the Trap
Chapter 119 A Sacrifice Who Walked into the Trap
Chapter 119 A Sacrifice Who Walked into the Trap
The sparse grassland is not far from Shuangsheng Port; it can be reached by boat in half a day.
This grassland wasn't originally called this. A thousand years ago, it was a dense forest called the Forest of Stars, the core home of the high elves.
At that time, the high elves did not yet live in city-states, but instead lived peacefully in the forests.
After the upheaval in the Magic Network, the Drow elves led an army of servants from the Underdark to launch a surprise attack on the Susas Elven Court and unleash a fire attack on the Starry Forest.
The fire burned for six days and six nights, turning the entire forest into scorched earth.
Of the elves of the Susas royal court, only a few managed to escape by chance; the rest perished in the flames, ultimately turning into ashes.
The Drow army marched across the ruins and continued its advance towards the various countries downstream.
A thousand years have passed slowly, and this tragedy that rewrote the history of the elves has long been forgotten by the world.
In matter planes where the ether concentration is sparse, even the high elves, who are known for their longevity, are experiencing a gradual decline in lifespan.
However, after only two generations, the deep-seated hatred of the past has been forgotten by them.
In order to fight against the united and militarily powerful Nord Kingdom, the remaining Susas elves even chose to secretly ally with their former enemies.
At that moment, a hooded woman was stumbling along on the boat.
She is the Lady of Dreams that Kane has been searching for for a long time; to be precise, she is Theresa, whose body has been possessed by a demon.
She gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath, "Damn it, someone actually came all the way from Nord just to hunt down demons!"
Recalling fragments of memories gleaned from that shallow human dream.
As she watched the demons being slain one by one, a chill ran down her spine.
She was not good at fighting to begin with, and was so frightened that she fled in panic, not daring to stay for even a moment.
At that moment, a gentle voice echoed in her heart: "Risa, the other party may not be as hostile as you think. His target is also the Demon Cult. Perhaps we can try to cooperate with him."
After a pause, the voice continued, "If you're worried, perhaps you can return to the Demon Cult."
Theresa's expression changed instantly, and she responded fiercely in her heart: "Don't be stupid! How can the people of the Demon Cult be so easy to get along with? If I, such a weak demon, go back, I will only be used to the extreme by them."
In the end, even the soul will be devoured by an even stronger demon!
That gentle voice came again: "Risa, you clearly possess immense power, so why do you always underestimate yourself?"
Theresa gritted her teeth and retorted, "You're just an ordinary mortal; you don't understand our demon world at all. Demons are born to worship chaos, and demon cults are a bunch of ruthless madmen who kill without blinking an eye."
In order to cultivate stronger demons, they will not hesitate to sacrifice their weaker kind.
"I only have fighting power in dreams; in reality, I rely entirely on this host's body. In the eyes of the demon cult, I'm nothing but a useless piece of trash!"
She paused, her tone now tinged with hatred: "You're already my third host. Don't resist my will, or we'll both die!"
The gentle voice gradually faded away.
Just as the two were silently battling it out in their hearts, a wooden village suddenly appeared in front of them, and Theresa was stunned.
At the same time, the white-robed half-elves riding warhorses at the entrance of the village also noticed the commotion and immediately spurred their horses toward her.
Seeing the hostile look of the newcomer, Theresa's breathing became rapid.
Meanwhile, at the foot of a hillside in the savanna, there was a wooden fortress.
A military crossbow was set up at the gate of the stockade. If the outside world were to find out about this prohibited military equipment, it would surely cause a huge uproar.
The Susas ballista and the Nord giant ballista have completely different styles:
The Susas crossbow is exquisitely crafted and extremely accurate, looking like a fine work of art.
The Nord crossbow, on the other hand, is more practical. It is crudely made and slightly less accurate, but it is durable and not easily damaged.
A faint, lingering smell of blood permeated the village.
A half-elf bandit was bound to the ground. His elven blood was very diluted, and his eyes were wide open, his face filled with terror. He kept pleading, "No! Please let me go! I'll never do it again!"
A half-elf dressed in white robes with pointed ears dragged him to the center of the arena with a blank expression, forcibly pried open his mouth, and poured a bottle of potion down his throat.
After the bandit took the drug, his eyes became increasingly terrified, but he couldn't make a sound from his throat, as if someone was choking him.
Several white-robed half-elves immediately surrounded them, and the one in the lead coldly said, "Let's begin."
The two men stepped forward and slit the arteries in the bandit's left and right wrists, causing blood to gush out instantly.
Immediately afterwards, the two white-robed half-elves also cut their own pulses and pressed their wounds tightly against the bandit's wound.
A bizarre scene then unfolded: the two men's dark blood slowly flowed into the bandits' bodies, while the bandits' bright red blood flowed back into the two men's bodies.
Different blood types intertwine and slowly merge at the wound site.
As time passed, subtle changes gradually became apparent:
The bandit's already barely noticeable pointed ears gradually became rounded, until finally, they looked exactly like ordinary human ears.
The two half-elves who exchanged blood with him had their ear tips become slightly sharper, and the characteristics of their elven bloodline became more and more obvious.
Not long after, the bandit died from blood loss.
The two half-elves stroked their sharpened ear tips, a look of satisfaction on their faces, while the eyes of the other cultists gleamed with fanaticism.
These half-elves, who should have been living peaceful lives in Twin Harbor, have long since become fanatics obsessed with bloodline purification on this sparse grassland.
A white-robed man with sharp ears and a bloodline almost as strong as that of an elven nobleman stepped out from the crowd.
His white robe was embroidered with a gold emblem, clearly indicating that he was the leader of the group.
He said in a deep voice, "Everyone, there's no need to be impatient. The scouts have just captured another half-elf civilian. Tonight's ceremony will proceed as scheduled."
Our goal of the Bloodline Purification Society will eventually be achieved: everyone will transform into beings approaching pure-blooded elves!
The crowd placed their hands on their chests and respectfully replied, "Chief, as you wish!"
After calming his followers, the leader turned and walked into the shadows.
A masked man was already waiting there. Upon seeing him approach, he immediately knelt down in greeting.
The leader, without changing his expression, asked, "What exactly happened to that newly captured civilian?"
The masked man bowed and replied, "I have already interrogated her briefly. She said she only wandered into this place by mistake and came here seeking refuge. She also mentioned that someone was chasing her."
"A manhunt?" The leader frowned slightly. "What trouble is she involved in?"
"She mentioned the Night's Watch and the Nords, but claimed that only one person was hunting her down."
"one person?"
The chieftain scoffed, his gaze sweeping over the crossbows at the gate of the village, his tone full of disdain.
"He is alone and nothing to be afraid of."
The Night's Watch of Nords dared to cross the border into Sussas territory to arrest someone; it seems this commoner woman is hiding quite a secret.
"Try to extract all the information we can tonight, then send her to continue the ceremony."
He paused, a greedy glint in his eyes: "Once things are settled here, we'll send people to Twin Harbor to capture that pureblood Drow."
High elves and drow elves share a common origin, both being descendants of the original elves. This fact has long been proven by the Bloodline Purification Society's ritual practices over many years.
Previously, they had used a descendant of the Drow as a sacrifice to complete a ritual, during which the bloodlines of several members were effectively purified.
"Pureblood—" the leader murmured, his eyes filled with obsessive obsession.
The masked man looked at the leader's expression, but a hint of mockery crept into his eyes.
After the leader left, he chanted a spell in a low voice.
A mouse scurried out from the corner, tied a piece of paper to its tail, and handed over the ear of wheat.
The mouse devoured the ear of wheat, then nodded and left. Meanwhile, on a distant hillside...
Kane stood quietly atop the hill, gazing at the wooden village in the distance.