Chapter 786: Sacrificial Offering

The elite let the leader know that it is too late to do whatever he does, but he still hopes that he can make his last effort, which is exactly what he will do.
It is a pity that the words of the dying person may not always be valued. Now it is up to the elite leaders to understand what they have done.
He called the King of Blue Dragon to his side and said, "My king, everyone who can threaten you has already left, and I will also leave. I think, with our years of affection, I ask you for the last thing. "
The King of Blue Dragon is still somewhat concerned about old feelings, so he said: "You say, as long as I can do it, I will promise you."
At this moment, those blue dragons also gradually gathered together. Although the elite envoys hadn’t heard what they said before, they could hear the next words clearly.
The leader of the elite said to the King of Blue Dragon: "The sacristy of my clan has been successfully forged, and it is only for me to perform the sacrificial ceremony. I hope my sacrifice can exchange the light for my clan. I have this Bring the holy weapon, king, you must bring such light to my family, okay?"
At this moment, the elite leader's words were still relatively soft, and he did not dare to do too much persecution.
But even so, the King of the Blue Dragon is forced to make a choice. This feeling of being forced is uncomfortable to say. However, in the face of his own people, he has no way to not express his position.
The Blue Dragon King knows that he must make a positive statement, otherwise he will lose his dignity before the clan. Therefore, he simply said: "Old friend, your last entrustment is actually completely unnecessary. I chose to avoid war before, just because we have no good way to fight the undead. Now, since the holy weapon can seal the undead , As my king, how can I escape such a duty?"
He then turned around and said to all the blue dragons: "Relax everyone, the day when the holy weapon is forged is our glory once again. When the final sacrifice of the holy weapon is completed, I will lead a powerful team to the undead Hinterland, seal their corrupt souls, and return a clear sky to my blue dragons!"
"Long live my king!"
"Long live my king!"
The shouts came one after another, and the elite made the leader know that the king of the blue dragon would eventually take all the glory to himself, and all he did was only a shadow of him.
Not even a shadow.
In the cheers of the blue dragons, the elite slowly led the leader to the magic circle of sacrifice.
Every time he took a step, his brain remembered the past. Those overwhelming past events have sweetness, sadness, enthusiasm, endeavor, happiness; and later silence, deceit, lies, assassination, framing and so on.
He didn't know what his life meant, and in his eyes, there was a light. In the light, the three elite envoys extended his hand to him with a smile.
The elite made the leader whisper softly: "The third boy, I will come here, this time I will always follow the same path as you."
What kind of road is that? I saw the word "Straight" written on the road sign. What people have tried their best to obtain is actually a straight road that can be reached, but people are too clever, so they don’t think there is no conspiracy behind sincerity, so they have been detouring all their lives.
Because they never believed.
The elite commander walked into the circle, and the holy weapon, the long sword, was at the core of the circle. At this time, two blue dragon soldiers came over and used two daggers to cut apart the elite commander's hands and wrists.
auzw.com The arteries of the wrist were cut, and the blood rushed out like that. The blood flowed along the fixed groove, forming a beautiful blood red pattern, and finally gathered in the long sword under.
The blue dragons presiding over the ceremony started the magic circle, and the light illuminated, covering up the blood that was still flowing under it.
Before the Blue Dragon King came to the circle, he said to the conscious elite leader: "I will give you a privilege. Before you die, give this holy sword a name."
The elite made the leader look at the exquisitely forged rune sword, with the jaws of the jaws and the stern skull pattern of the sword head. It broke out in my head.
"The death of the dead, this sword is called this name, let him be the end of the undead." The elite said with a smile.
The King of the Blue Dragon narrowed his eyes, and a trace of anger rose from his heart, but, at this point, he couldn't say anything.
Because, in the language of Blue Dragon, "dead" and "king" are also homophonic. This must have caused the Blue Dragon King to have too much association.
But what about this?
Since the people who threatened him are already dead, is there anything else he can care about?
If the Blue Dragon King thought, he would be relieved.
"Okay, this sword is called the "Death of the Dead"." The Blue Dragon King promised.
With the response of the Blue Dragon King, the magic circle has completely hidden the elite leader. Then I heard a sigh in the magic circle, and then when the body fell to the ground, and then a blurry image, suddenly hit the long sword.
As soon as the blurry image touched the sword, it was absorbed into the sword. After that, there was a fierce long roar from the sword.
The noise was so strong that it shattered all the glass equipment around the craftsman's hall. Many blue dragons couldn't resist the sound wave, and both ears fell to the ground and fainted.
Before the sound wave disappeared, I felt a tremor of the earth, and it seemed that there was an undercurrent to break through.
Only the King of the Blue Dragon stood there steadily, observing the vision with his eyes blurred, and the other Blue Dragons began to take refuge everywhere.
After the power of the undercurrent in the ground reached a certain level, a ray of light suddenly rushed away. The thick stone roof of the craftsman's hall was punctured by the light without hindrance.
Fragmented stones fell to the ground one after another, and the light shot straight into the darkness through the hole in the roof, so that the surroundings were all bright.
The blue dragons in the entire Dalaka Valley have seen this vision, a force of hope, inexplicably surging in their hearts, all blue dragons seem to predict the future, they know that their race seems to usher in hope Too.
But the blue dragons in the craftsman hall, especially those blue dragon craftsmen, were unhappy.
Because when the core light of the magic circle dissipated, it had become a ruined place of a pile of rubble.
The Holy Sword seemed to be completely successful, but their building was destroyed.