Chapter 664: Espying: Final Sacrifice (1/2)
Chapter 665: Espying: Destiny
The Orc Leader was standing in front of the defeated Ogre leader as on his knees They were standing directly in front of the sacrificial altar not too far from Har Jahar
The other tribe leaders who had survived the festival were surrounding the altar in a circle Everyone atching the final re Lord with keen interest
The Orc Leader had an atypical look for his kind because his skin was not as green-colored as the rest of the orcs Yet, nobody would dare to question his race because his orc bloodline felt purer than the rest of them Almost as if the worshi+per had performed some kind of ritual to radiate such an unadulterated presence of his kind
This Orc Leader had a relaxed posture and expressionless face as he looked at the Ogre Lord he had not defeated not too long ago He was supposed to decapitate the final worshi+per and offer his head to the azure fla over the sacrificial altar
The Ogre Lord too seemed different froht brown skin and hu only hair for the ponytail Except for his ears, the rest of his face resere
He was as tall as the Orc Leader He was carrying a large broadsword attached to the back of his waist by his belt The Ogre Lord liked his sword it see attached to the weapon he had been carrying all this ti beastly leather pants, a shoulder guard on his right shoulder as well as an arre Lord looked tired He had downcast expressions on his face But he wasn't scared It was as if they had already predicted his fate His father, on the other hand, was a different case
"My King, please, I beg you"
A shaky Ogre voice resounded in the surroundings as another Ogre begged for sore Overlord And the final sacrifice's father
"Please spare my son I have served you with allin return Sacrifice re Overlord was none other than Ror– Har Jahar's right hand that had served hi He was speaking to his king in a shaky voice, his eyes full of tears, his expressions distorted As a father, he was more upset by the turn of events than by the final sacrifice himself
Har Jahar looked at Ror with an expressionless face and his signature dead eyes Rory's outburst was preventing hi the festival He looked at his
"You know very e can't do that, Ror Your son Kaaly Only he or this Orc is capable of being sacrificed at the end of the event And I won't allow anyone to kill the Orc, which could collude with the sacrificial energy we have accumulated"
Har Jahar said in a heavy voice that was devoid of any emotional fluctuations Ror clenched his fist and looked up with a sense of determination written on his face He was about to address the Oni Kind when his young son's voice cah!"