The jungle conflict between the elven tribe and the goblins has been ongoing for thousands of years, with countless battles big and small taking place. However, the most memorable battle is the one where the elven tribe was driven underground.
It was a day of shame for the elven tribe!
The recent goblin uprising seems unusually intense. The elven tribe has not mobilized such a high level of readiness in a long time. Personnel have been deployed to various battlefields to resist the goblin's frenzied attacks.
On one battlefield,
goblins and elves are engaged in fierce combat, with bodies falling continuously. Death is inevitable for both goblins and elves, and the smell of blood spreads through the forest, making other creatures cower in fear, trembling in corners.
The horn sounds, signaling victory for the goblins. However, out of the thousands of goblins, only a hundred or so remain, many of them wounded or disabled. The towering goblin leader slowly moves, his curved blade dripping with blood, ordering his subordinates to bring all the elven bodies over. He then picks up a large burlap sack from his waist, seemingly prepared in advance, and stuffs all the elven bodies into it.
Lifting the burlap sack containing the elven bodies, the goblin leader scans his remaining followers, especially those with disabilities. His gaze suddenly turns menacing, and without warning, he swings his large curved blade, swiftly killing those disabled and useless goblins. The remaining healthy goblins, though frightened, can only tremble under the leader's pressure.
The goblin leader then takes out a pale red skull, recites a few unintelligible incantations, and the skull floats as strands of blood essence from the dead goblins on the ground are drawn into it, deepening its color. After finishing these actions, the goblin leader stores the skull away, takes the remaining few dozen goblins, and departs, leaving behind a field of goblin bodies reduced to mere skeletons, even the once thick scent of blood in the air diminishing significantly.
Such incidents play out all over the forest, with elven bodies taken away and goblin bodies stripped of their blood essence. Faced with the goblins' relentless onslaught, the elven tribe is struggling to cope, and this crisis poses a significant threat, causing the elf tribe's defenses to be pushed back.
Even if they win, there is no chance to collect the bodies of their kin, as new goblins appear immediately, forcing them to retreat.
The victorious goblin leader returns to his territory with his spoils, delivering the burlap sack full of elven bodies and the skull to a special goblin wearing a colorful hat woven with various feathers – the goblin priest who has been waiting for this moment.
Gibbering away at the goblin leader, the goblin priest, surrounded by a dozen well-equipped goblin guards, leaves the tribe and heads back to the main goblin tribe where the goblin king resides.
The goblin king's domain is the heart of the goblin tribe, home to at least a hundred thousand goblins. At the center of this vast tribe, goblin overseers armed with whips oversee the construction of an altar, which, after about a month of work, is starting to take shape and will soon be completed.
Seated on another high platform, the goblin king watches the construction below, his massive and corpulent figure resting on a huge litter, surrounded by goblin guards of three to four meters in height wearing heavy armor, and wielding enormous battle axes or swords on their backs.
In addition, there was an old and frail goblin standing next to the goblin king. Its body was covered with large blood-red patterns, adorned with numerous feathers and bone ornaments all over, and holding a staff made of spine and skull in hand.
This staff was pitch black with a single horn on the skull, and occasionally a red light would flash in its hollow eye sockets, giving it an eerie appearance like that of an evil spirit.
This goblin was none other than the goblin high priest, second only to the goblin king in the goblin tribe.
"Hurry up! Faster!" The goblin high priest let out a screechy cry like an old duck, urging the goblins below to work faster.
Seeing the goblin priests who had just returned, the goblin high priest shouted, "Quick, place the sacrifices properly!"
The goblin priest who returned with the "spoils of war" walked to the unfinished altar in the middle. There was a huge trench full of stinking blood and elves' bodies soaking in it.
The goblin priest first took out a blood-red skull, chanted a spell, and the skull's mouth opened with a "clack," like a turned-on faucet, releasing a large amount of blood until the whole skull turned back to white.
"Put them in!" The goblin priest gestured to the goblin guards carrying elf corpses, and the bodies were thrown into the blood pool like dumplings, with nearly a thousand elf bodies already in there...
How could the elves not know about the recent abnormalities among the goblins? They had long noticed something was amiss with the goblins. Even in the past during shameful battles, goblins never resorted to using bodies. There was a problem!
This was a big problem!
Thus, during a council meeting of the elder council, the elite dark elves were dispatched to investigate. However, after almost half a month, there was still no news.
It was only on the third day after Bexia and others returned that a member of the exploration team, covered in blood, rushed into the elf queen's palace with news about a sacrificial altar being built in the goblin tribe.
Less than ten minutes after the news reached them, the elf queen summoned all the elven elders for a meeting, causing an uproar among the council. According to the returning dark elf's account, the goblins were conducting a massive sacrificial ritual.
A ritual using elves and a large amount of blood as offerings, a ritual even requiring the slaughter of numerous goblins as a condition.
This extremely bloody and insane ritual was not a simple sacrifice, but a summoning ceremony. There were records within the elven clan about goblin rituals. As subservient creatures of the abyssal demons, they were able to summon demons from the abyss through these rituals.
"Your Majesty, please give the order! This time has come to life and death. If the goblin king successfully summons the abyssal demon, the consequences..."
"Yes! We must disrupt the ritual first, otherwise, we will be powerless against the forces of the abyssal demon!"
The normally contentious elder council now unanimously agreed at this critical moment. Only unity in purpose could resist the impending disaster.
"In that case, we must gather all our strength to face this disaster!" The voice of the elf queen was not loud, but it represented everything about the entire elven race...
