This discovery made Steven feel a little more at ease, because if there was someone, there would still be hope of survival!
But he did not dare to draw a definite conclusion like this.
Because of their previous experience, their group only felt like they had spent two days in the Misty Mountains, but in fact they had spent a whole week.
In the fog, time is confused.
He wasn't sure whether someone had really dealt with it a few days ago, or whether it had been like this for a long time.
But no matter what, this discovery still gave him some hope.
He observed the patterns on the stake and saw a pattern of a bird flapping its wings.
It was hard to tell what kind of bird it was, but its wings were stained with blood that flowed from top to bottom, and the scarlet feathers looked twisted and sacred.
“Is this the altar of some god?”
Steven observed his surroundings and an idea came to his mind.
Perhaps, this is a primitive altar dedicated to some god or spirit
Although he is a ranger, he actually learned some druid skills when he was young.
In some ancient areas that have not been discovered or touched by gods, there is generally an ancient shamanism or belief in spirit worship.
Those primitive tribes would make such simple altars and offer sacrifices at special times.
And those beings that are worshipped will generally accept or even demand blood sacrifices.
Blood sacrifice, an ancient custom rejected by most of the gods believed in today.
The offerings for blood sacrifices are mostly the bodies of prey, letting their blood soak the altar to please the gods.
It is also possible that they were members of a hostile tribe, and their deaths were used to satisfy the gods.
In recent years, even some evil gods no longer demand blood sacrifices, and only the most insane and primitive beings will accept blood sacrifices.
Such an existence is extremely dangerous!
If you easily get in touch with them, the probability of death will be extremely high.
Do you want to try it now
Steven hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to act rashly.
Although the being being worshipped seemed to be a bird spirit or god, the blood on its wings gave him a bad feeling.
Although he is now at his wit's end, he is still unwilling to have direct contact with this kind of existence unless he is in a truly desperate situation.
As a descendant of an adventurer, when he was young he had read too many stories and cases about people dying suddenly after rashly making contact with unknown entities.
He didn't want to become such a pitiful tragedy - although at this moment he was not much different from that kind of tragedy.
"Think of other options - if there is really no other choice, try to contact him again."
While thinking about this, Steven suddenly felt a fierce sleepiness coming over him.
He didn't have time to resist at all, and he fainted and fell heavily on the scorched earth.
Boom.
The Misty Mountains are not quiet under the blood moon.
As the power of evil grows, all kinds of beings in the darkness become restless and emerge from the shadows.
They travel, fight, and wander through the mountains - looking for prey, or becoming prey for others.
But in a corner of the fog, a quiet pure land appeared.
Under the faint light emitted from the wooden stakes, no creature dared to approach this place, and the entire pure land seemed extremely quiet.
After Steven fell into coma, the package he was holding tightly in his arms trembled slightly and the crisp sound that had disappeared appeared again.
Click…..click!
Steven had a rather long dream.
In his dream, he kept searching for a way to escape from the Misty Mountains after waking up.
After the fog cleared, he began looking for a way to escape.
The first time, he set out eastward along the altar, and he eventually came to the sea, where he found enough food to fill his stomach.
But when Steven goes in any other direction, he will get lost, eventually die inexplicably, and finally wake up in the Pure Land again.
He entered a never-ending cycle, dying and waking up over and over again.
Finally, after trying for who knows how many times, he finally plucked up the courage and shaved a little bit of sawdust off the wooden stake.
He tied the wood chips together with the branches he had collected and lit them, then walked into the mist with the torch in hand.
That time, he was still lost, but he did not die inexplicably in the fog.
He didn't know how long he walked, until finally the torch went out and he fell to the ground and woke up again in the pure land.
After that, Steven tried countless times and walked into the fog with a torch.
Until one day - at the moment the torch went out, he heard the sound of flapping wings coming from the fog.
He finally looked in the direction where the sound came from and saw a pair of eyes that were particularly dazzling even in the fog.
Scarlet wings!
And after his death this time, he did not continue into the cycle.
Steven woke up completely.
"What was that dream?"
After Steven woke up, he was in a daze for a long time and finally regained his composure.
Was it really just a dream
After a moment of silence, he decided to verify it.
But just as he stood up and prepared to head east to the beach, he was stunned again.
The package in his arms... was gone.
Chapter 195: Sacrifice and Dragon Heritage (2/5)
The package is missing!
Most of their people were killed or injured, and the package they finally took out of the temple with great difficulty was now missing!
After confirming this, Steven was silent for a long time. In the end, he said nothing and just sighed resignedly.
Was everything that happened before just a nightmare
Maybe, he didn't actually have the other nine companions, and he didn't encounter the temple in the fog
No, those are facts.
He could recall every detail of what had happened before and could feel the strange feeling of fullness in his stomach.
As well as the remaining injuries on his body, all of them proved that it was not just a false fantasy.
But even if it wasn’t a dream, so what
He didn't know what was in the package, nor did he know what existence was affecting him and his group.
He knows nothing.
Steven knew very well that he was just a weak ranger and had no ability to resist this terrifying mountain range.
If what happened before was their fate, then they could only accept it.
The weak are not qualified to resist fate.
After thinking it all through, Steven did not continue to be in a daze, but embarked on his own journey.
Given the current situation, he can only take things one step at a time.
Now, he wants to verify whether everything he experienced in his dream is real.
Steven walked towards the east, and it didn't take long for him to smell the familiar fishy and salty smell.
It's the sea.
It’s really the sea!
He couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, so he started running after him. Soon he passed through the fog and came to the endless seashore.
In reality, he really saw the same coast as in his dream!
The only thing that was slightly different from the dream was that the coast was covered with huge holes, as if it had been hit by a dragon.
Steven didn't even bother to wonder about their origins, but rushed towards the giant fish carcasses remaining on the shore.
The giant fish carcass, which was five meters long, seemed to have been eaten by an even larger beast, leaving only a huge head with some fish meat that had not yet completely decayed.
Steven, who had been hungry for a long time, didn't care about anything else. He rushed over and took a bite.
Steven shed tears silently as he swallowed the fishy fish meat with difficulty and felt the sticky taste passing through his esophagus.
“Woo-woo—.”
After the long nightmare ended, he finally saw the sunrise.
Alive.
He wants to survive.
He had to survive no matter what.
As long as I can live... no matter what kind of existence I dedicate my soul to, it is worth it.
He has made his decision.
Once he is fully prepared, he will sacrifice himself to the unknown god!
Whether it is the soul or this body.
Misty Monastery, the third commandment house.
Endless maze.
"It hurts, it hurts, it doesn't hurt anymore?"
When Herbert opened his eyes, he found that he no longer felt any pain in his body.
He carefully touched his chest and was relieved to find that there were no remaining wounds.
Not bad, not bad.
No big heart.
Herbert slowly stood up and glanced at the hourglass beside him. The sand inside had completely flowed out.
Did I sleep through the night
He moved his body and found that his joints were stiffer than he had imagined. He seemed to have remained in the same position for a long time.
More than one night
After squinting his eyes and feeling the tranquility of each prison area, especially after hearing Valentina's familiar peaceful breathing, he felt a little relieved.
Fortunately, it seems that nothing went wrong.
"Nenasha, is it over?"
[“Yeah, it’s finally over~”]
For some reason, there was a hint of emotion in the evil god's voice. Xi said, "If you don't wake up today, I will really have to find a way to wake you up."
oh
[“Long? Haha, not long, not long. Less than three days, I guess.”]
Um
"Three days?"
[“Three days.”]
Rather than being shocked that he had slept for so long, the first person that came to Herbert's mind at this moment was Valentina.