Heroes of Silver Moon

The rain poured down, and countless water elements gathered violently. The invisible power it radiated made the sea clansmen who were prostrate and kneeling on the ground tremble.

The original simple and rough village, no, it is a settlement that is not even as good as a village. Those simple houses built of broken wood and hay have long since been demolished.

Instead, there is a high altar and a **** pit.

The priest with fish fins on both sides of the head chanted the sacrificial mantra loudly on the altar.

The warriors of the Sea Tribe dragged a bunch of captives, including beasts, goblins, kobolds, lizardmen, jackals, etc., to the **** pit.

Regardless of the fear and wailing in the eyes of these prisoners, holding a very low-quality pig iron dagger in his hand, he stabbed the neck of these prisoners with a knife, blood gushed out, and the corpses were thrown into the **** pit together.

The **** and savage sacrifice did not make the kneeling Hai people feel intimidated, but stimulated even more excitement and fanaticism.

At the highest point of the altar, there is a pool filled with a viscous transparent liquid. Through the blurred vision, one can see a lean young man of the Sea Clan rolling in the liquid.

On the side, with a head like an octopus, the burly Sea Clan patriarch Keke, with a look of excitement, anticipation, and worrying about gains and losses, anxiously waited for the final result.

Finally, accompanied by the high-pitched chanting of the priests of the Hai tribe, the blood evaporated suddenly in a **** pit of more than ten square meters and seven or eight meters deep, and the corpse turned into dry wood, and the useless impurities were removed by mysterious power.

The life essence in the entire pit was condensed into a blood cell the size of a fist, first slowly floated into the air, and then landed in the pool at the highest point of the altar.

The originally transparent and viscous pool suddenly turned into blood red, and then the blood red, like bugs, crazily burrowed into the body of the young Sea Clan boy, causing him to writhe even more intensely in pain.

As the blood red became less and less, the young man of the Sea Clan gradually calmed down.

When all the blood red penetrated into his body, the boy suddenly opened his vertical pupils like copper bells, pulled his hands vigorously, the transparent mucous membrane was torn immediately, he stood up naked, and walked out of the pool slowly.

The eagerness and excitement in Kirk's eyes could no longer be tolerated. He quickly walked to the boy and asked, "Did you succeed?"

The young man of the Sea Clan was expressionless, looking a little sluggish. After reacting for a long time, he nodded slowly.

"Great, great, thanks to Sea God Ron, after seven years of sacrifice, a master-level tidecaller finally appeared in our Demon Chapter Tribe. From then on, the ocean belongs to us, humans, orcs, elves, they The fleet can no longer stop us Sea Clan."

Ke Ke, the patriarch of the Mozhang tribe, became more and more excited as he spoke. He turned around to stand in front of the young man, raised his hands high, and said loudly to the tribe kneeling under the altar: "Cheers, tribesmen, the sea will eventually belong to us. "

The clansmen under the altar also had fanaticism and excitement on their faces, and kept prostrating and praising the Sea God.

However, not far away, a large group of old and weak women and children of the Sea Clan looked at the enthusiasm and fierceness of this group of young and strong Sea Clan, but their eyes were full of worry.

Unlike these men who want to dominate the ocean, they just want to catch fish every day, dry their nets, and live a peaceful life. Why bother to provoke humans? Why bother to dream that impossible dream?

At the highest point of the altar, watching the strong man stand in front of him, agitating the clansmen below the stage, watching the clansman bow down to the strong man enthusiastically, a trace of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the Hai Clan youth.

Immediately, he pulled out a harpoon beside him, and directly pierced the burly man's body from behind.

"Uh..." Kirk lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the harpoon piercing his body from behind, and staggered a few steps forward with all his strength, letting his body and the harpoon fly away.

"Why, why..." He turned to look at the young man, the **** wound on his chest was shocking, blood was vomited down his mouth, and he said blankly, "I, I am your father."

The sudden change caused the priests on the second floor of the altar and the clansmen kneeling at the bottom to be shocked from ear to ear, and their bodies froze as if petrified.

The Hai Clan teenager looked at Keke with disgust, and said coldly, "You're blocking my view!"

Hearing this answer, Kok, who was on the verge of death, actually showed a gratified smile, as if he was satisfied with the answer, but immediately, the smile turned into disappointment.

"Idiot! You acted too early, and there is one last sacrifice, and one last sacrifice, before you can reach the peak state!" The patriarch of the Mozhang tribe, who single-handedly raised this son, roared and fell down. down.

The pupils of the Hai Clan boy shrank suddenly. He didn't have any psychological burden on the act of killing his father, but he was full of uneasiness at his father's roar before he died.

"What is he talking about? Am I already a master level tide caller?" With a simple move by the Hai Clan youth, the Hai Clan priest was caught in front of him.

"This, this, this..." Facing the young man who had just killed his father, the Hai Clan priest was terrified and speechless, which made the young man very angry, so he grabbed his neck.

"Quickly tell me, what's going on?" the Sea Clan teenager gritted his teeth and asked.

Because of the lack of oxygen, the priest of the sea clan struggled painfully, and hurriedly explained: "The master-level tide caller is indeed very strong in the sea, far surpassing other spellcasters, but if he wants to be comparable to the legend, he must perform sacrifices again and break through. Ordinary limits will do.”

"What!" The young man of the Sea Clan blushed suddenly, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he roared angrily, "Then, do you know the method of the last sacrifice?"

The priest of the Hai Clan trembled in shock and shook his head slowly.

Ka, the Hai Clan youth didn't talk nonsense, and directly broke the priest's neck, and the corpse was thrown off the altar like a rag.

"Hoo, hoo..." With the turbulent waves rolling in his heart, the Hai Clan boy closed his eyes and panted heavily.

If he can't be at sea and have the power comparable to a legend, then he is at best a slightly tricky pirate leader, and he can't dominate the entire sea at all.

That is to say~www.wuxiaspot.com~Because of his impulsive impulse, the sacrifice that the Mozhang Tribe took seven years and countless manpower and material resources to complete was all in vain!

After a long time, after going through the initial panic, anger and hesitation, the Hai Clan youth regained control of his emotions, with a firm light in his eyes, and sneered, "Hmph, so what if there is no last sacrifice, I can still do it with my own ability." Integrate all the sea tribes and let the sea tribe truly dominate the ocean!"

The temperament of the Hai Clan youth has gradually become firm and confident.

He opened his arms to face the sky, stood on the highest point of the altar, looked down at the people below the stage, and said loudly: "From today onwards, I am the king of the waves--Tide Caller Raging Waves. You will receive inexhaustible wealth, and anyone who opposes me will surely face death, so how do you choose!"

The clansmen kneeling under the stage looked at each other in dismay, and many of them had dissatisfaction in their eyes. How could this young man who had no prestige and killed his father and priest command them?

The tide caller, Raging Wave, felt the imminent atmosphere in the audience, sneered in his heart, raised his right hand and shook it violently, and the overwhelming water elements immediately turned into a waterspout reaching the sky, shocking all directions.

Goo! The clansmen who had their own thoughts, the flames of desire that had just ignited in their hearts were extinguished, and those with active thoughts immediately kowtowed and shouted: "Long live the king of waves! Long live the tide caller, raging waves!"

Hearing more and more shouts, gathered into a sound wave, the king of the waves laughed wildly, and raised his hands to order: "Go and prepare to plunder! The ocean will eventually belong to us!"

"Long live the King of the Waves!" The sea bandit kneeling on the ground suddenly had a fierce light in his eyes, and his face was full of ferociousness.

As sea bandits, they are very familiar with what it's like to plunder at sea!