Kobold mountain village.
Surrounded by green forests, there are many wooden houses, and a black night crow stands on the treetops, its body is rigid, and its eyes are closed, pretending to be dead.
All the people in black robes bowed to the ground, trembling unconsciously, their backs were cold.
The closer people are to the well, the more inexplicably terrifying they feel.
It seems that there are invisible tentacles swimming outside the body, drilling holes when they encounter holes, which is extremely uncomfortable.
The kobold priest slapped his forehead on the ground, and he didn't raise his head since a strange mist appeared above the well.
God cannot look directly.
Especially crazy evil gods like Cthulhu, people with low mental resistance will definitely go crazy when they see them.
Following the guidance of a powerful ghost, he offered the future star of the village to Cthulhu, hoping to get Mr. Ke's help.
After the dog basin was thrown into the well, the inexplicable horror atmosphere gradually dissipated, and the cold atmosphere also slowly subsided, and the kobolds no longer felt tentacles drilling their noses, ears, mouths... chrysanthemums.
Is the sacrifice over
Everyone at the scene felt lingering fear and dared not raise their heads, speak, or move their bodies.
It wasn't until an hour later that someone was sore and tired and moved his butt, but he didn't go crazy on the spot or die suddenly. Everyone realized that Mr. Ke had left.
The kobold priest chanted a section of Cthulhu's god's name in situ. After finishing the chanting, he remained silent for five seconds, slowly raised his head, and looked at the sky above the well from the corner of his eye.
There is no indescribable fog, there is nothing there, and the evil god is gone.
Stand up slowly and move your stiff body.
He leaned out half of his body to look at the well, and the dog basin that carried the hope of the whole village was not there.
"Villagers, the Old One accepted our sacrifice, He accepted our sacrifice, our sacrifice was successful!"
The kobold priest took off his mask, weeping.
The backbones of the village were very happy when they heard this, and rushed to the well to check the water in the well, but they didn't see the dog pot.
"Adventurers should be extinct." An old man said optimistically.
"I'll take a team to check it out."
The kobolds are thrilled and have found new motivation in life.
Before that, they had hopelessly thought that the village would be extinct, and every death meant one less person.
Unexpectedly, the black ghost came and told them that as long as they believed in Cthulhu and the sacrifices offered could attract the attention of Mr. Cthulhu, he would respond to the believers' requests and satisfy their trivial wishes.
Kobold villagers are afraid of evil gods. After all, it is very dangerous to believe in evil gods.
I heard that many villages that believed in evil gods did not end well, and often some horrible things happened after a period of glory, and the world disappeared, and their traces were never found again.
The priest thought to himself, if those adventurers hadn't rioted in Goutou Village and captured all the women, they really wouldn't be able to make up their minds to offer sacrifices to the evil god.
Fortunately, this time the sacrifice was successfully completed, and no one died.
Half a day later, the kobold patrol returned.
"How, are they extinct?"
The old priest stood guard at the gate of the village, stepped forward two steps at a time, and asked hurriedly.
"The female adventurer is still alive, and there will be no future adventurers." The patrolman shook his head and said with a sad face.
"What's going on, didn't we offer sacrifices?"
"Could it be that our request is too much, and the Old One thinks that the sacrifice is not equal to the request?"
Panic spread at once, and they felt very uncomfortable knowing that the female adventurer was still there.
"Our village is dying."
"It's over, and now the only hope for the village is gone."
"We have no future!"
The kobolds wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, their faces were gloomy, as if they had aged ten years suddenly.
"Everyone listen to me." The priest stood up at this moment, his red eyes were bloodshot and said:
"Sacrificing to the evil god is not so easy. Even if it is a blood sacrifice, it may not be successful in summoning the evil god to descend. The hope we send to the whole village is just an insignificant ant on the side of the road in His eyes, and it is not qualified at all. sacrifice."
"I think our beliefs are not sincere enough, our sacrifices are not rare enough, we need to hold another sacrifice!"
"My lord priest, what should we sacrifice to impress the evil god?" Someone lost his voice.
"I don't know, so we have to work hard to find it." The priest shook his head. He was just an ordinary priest. It was his first time offering sacrifices to an evil god, and the undead in the village was considered the best result.
The patrol team hesitated and said: "I heard that the cat-faced mountain village also sacrificed to the old rulers."
"What? They also held a sacrifice!"
A group of kobolds surrounded them.
"How many people did they die?" The kobold of the older generation asked hastily.
The patrol personnel shook their heads and said: "There is no dead person, they presented the treasure of the village."
"Then did they succeed?"
"It seems that they didn't get a response from the old rulers, but the cat-faced man had a nightmare last night. I heard that it was very scary. Life would be worse than death. Many old people went crazy after waking up."
When everyone heard such a result, they couldn't help feeling chills in their hearts.
Offering sacrifices to evil gods is never the best choice.
At the least, bad luck will be entangled, and at the worst, the whole team will be wiped out.
Only fanatics who look forward to destroying the world in their hearts like to summon evil gods.
The women in the kobold mountain village were robbed by adventurers. They are not the women who want to destroy the adventurers all over the world.
This coincides with the crazy idea of looking forward to destroying the world, and this is also the main motivation for them to take risks.
At this time, the kobold military commander in the village knocked the ground with his crutches, "Our ultimate goal is to make the adventurers pay with blood. This is an indispensable way of bloodshed!"
"Catch a group of adventurers next time, let them kneel on the ground, face the sacrificial ceremony, and let them have a taste of nightmares!"
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard the new military plan of the dog-headed army division.
"This idea seems to be a good one."
Someone also asked: "Why don't you just send the adventurers as sacrifices? They will definitely not survive tomorrow after seeing the true face of the evil god."
"Idiot! If you do this, you will anger Lord Evil God. Our whole village will be destroyed. Don't think that everything can be sacrificed!"
"Those adventurers have bad personalities. They are self-centered and arrogant. They can easily anger Lord Cthulhu. We can't do stupid things."
After hearing the explanation from the dog head army division, they realized.
"It makes sense and makes sense."
"The military adviser said yes."
A group of kobolds scratched the back of their heads, ashamed of their silly thoughts.
After a while, Kobold Mountain Village found a new goal—to capture adventurers alive!
Kemon, who is far away on the earth, looks at his task list and is preparing to do the evaluation task. He doesn't know that the evil believers have made self-brained sacrifices, it is not rare enough, and their beliefs are not sincere enough, and they don't know that there will be unlucky adventures next time appear.
The first two sacrifices were close to the awakening period, and Mr. Ke fell asleep after accepting it. In the future, when offering sacrifices during the sober period, Ke can always respond. But for the summoner, whether summoning the evil god is a greater disaster, or getting help, that's for sure. After all, it is the boss of the evil god, and its help or destruction depends entirely on the mood of the protagonist.