My bloodline is so eager to improve.

Otto looked up sharply, only to witness an incredibly bizarre scene.

The rabbit doll, which was originally planning to collect Glock's remains for research, was suddenly gripped tightly by a huge, scarlet hand.

The source of that crimson hand was none other than Glock's corpse, which had already been crushed into a pulp!

It was as if Glock's remains had been given some kind of evil power, and had come back to life.

The broken flesh and bones were writhing and fusing rapidly, forming a huge hand that reeked of blood.

Tear!

With a crisp sound, the rabbit doll was completely torn to shreds by the scarlet hand, turning into countless fragments that scattered on the ground.

At the same time, strange changes also occurred around Otto and Tessa.

The ground suddenly cracked open, and another giant hand of a withered tree spirit burst forth from the ground, gripping the two people's bodies tightly.

The giant hand was incredibly powerful; Otto felt as if his bones were about to be crushed, and he was completely unable to move.

Otto tried to use Windwing Messenger to break free again, but Tessa grabbed his hand.

Tessa looked up at Otto, a sly smile flashing across her face, before she shouted loudly.

"Brother Otto, what should we do?"

I'm so scared.

Upon hearing this, Otto's lips twitched involuntarily.

Just then, a hooded figure slowly emerged from the distant forest.

The moment the eagle saw its opponent, it gave Otto a warning.

[The eagle warns you to be careful!]

The eagle spotted the tattoo on his arm!

[The Magic Ape warily indicated that he was indeed the hunter in the field of vision shown to you by the Raven!]

Otto wasn't too surprised by this.

After all, in the memories left by the Delari wolves, Otto saw several withered spirits moving at the same time.

Clearly, the shaman's companions are not limited to Glock and the one mentioned earlier.

Just as Otto was pondering this, the attacker had already taken off his hood, revealing his face.

The other person's head was completely smooth, without a single hair.

His face was delicate and his skin was fair; he didn't look like a ruthless barbarian believer at all.

But at this moment, the young shaman's eyes were filled with an unconcealable sorrow.

He slowly walked to Glock's already shattered corpse, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the crimson hand formed from Glock's flesh and blood slowly dissipated.

He knelt beside Glock's remains, gently stroking the broken flesh with trembling hands, and said in a sorrowful, low voice:

"Thank you for your dedication, Professor Glock."

Leave the rest to me.

I will lead the Dolor tribe to become the most powerful tribe in this land.

I will make the glory of the barbarian god Grak shine throughout the entire continent!

At this point, the man slowly turned his head and looked at Otto and Tessa, who were being held by the giant hand of the withered tree spirit.

His eyes shifted from sorrow to coldness, filled with murderous intent.

"Let's start with the two of you and revive the Dolor tribe!"

Chapter 117 The Ceremony (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Accompanied by the man's deep and fervent declaration, a brand-new withered tree spirit slowly emerged from beneath the ground.

This withered tree spirit was completely different from the previous one of its kind. Every branch of it was a chilling scarlet color, as if it had been poured with congealed blood.

The twisted branches creaked and groaned in the cold wind, like countless withered claws silently clawing at the air, exuding a thick, ominous aura.

The prompt from the Magic Ape appeared in Otto's mind almost the instant the Crimson Wood Spirit appeared, coldly and accurately analyzing the anomaly before him.

Otto quickly realized the true nature of the ambush; the attackers had clearly taken advantage of the characteristics of the Silverfrost Mountains' native forest to completely integrate the Crimson Wood Spirit into its surroundings.

They were like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, silently waiting for the perfect moment, until Otto and Tessa lowered their guard, at which point they launched a sudden and deadly attack.

"What a despicable tactic."

Otto cursed inwardly, subconsciously tensing his body to prepare for the impending attack.

However, Tessa seemed completely unconcerned. She didn't even make a move, but simply looked with great interest at the crimson deadwood that was spreading around them.

Otto was curious about what kind of sinister scheme his companion was plotting.

While Otto was pondering, the man hidden behind the withered tree spirit had already issued the command.

Immediately afterwards, the Crimson Wood Spirit began to move slowly, leading the two deeper into the Silverfrost Mountains.

After an unknown amount of time, the withered tree spirit finally stopped.

The man waved his hand, and the withered tree spirit roughly threw the two of them into the entrance of an underground cave hidden in the folds of the mountain.

A damp, chilly air rushed in, mixed with a strong smell of blood and decay, making one want to vomit.

From deep within the cave came the crackling sound of a gaunt torch, its flickering light illuminating the twisted and grotesque symbols on the walls, making them appear almost alive.

Most of the totems were combinations of one-eyed creatures, fangs, and twisted limbs, which, in the flickering firelight, seemed ready to climb down from the walls at any moment and tear intruders to shreds.

The man who was directing the withered spirits gradually entered the cave, seemingly intending to begin the ceremony.

Otto struggled to observe the man's preparations for the ceremony.

The other person was tall and thin, and had changed into a robe made of wild animal fur. He was also applying dark red paint to his face.

He held a staff in his hand, inlaid with countless beast teeth, and at the top of the staff was a murky red gem that shimmered slightly with his breath.

After he finished preparing, he stood in the center of the cave and addressed the tribe’s warriors.

“Glock is dead. Now I, Pongard, am your new leader!”

Pongard arrogantly announced his succession.

Before Otto could even see his surroundings, he was roughly dragged away by several strong barbarian warriors.

The shaman controlled the scarlet withered wood spirit, using a special mixture of thick hemp rope and magic to firmly bind Otto to a cold stone pillar.

These hemp ropes felt rough and tough to the touch, and seemed to be made of some special plant fibers mixed with the tendons of wild animals.

Otto could even clearly see strands of black, human-hair-like things caught between the gaps in the hemp rope, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Otto instinctively wanted to mobilize the magic within his body and use the ID breathing technique to break free from the restraints.

However, just as his magic began to flow, the ropes suddenly emitted a strange power, locking his magic pathways like iron clamps.

The magic surged through his body, but couldn't escape at all, instead causing waves of tearing pain.

But Pongedes paid no heed to Otto's feelings, and simply tightened the rope even more.

The sharp edges of the hemp rope quickly chafed the skin on Otto's wrists and ankles, and blood slowly flowed down the stone pillar, pooling into a small puddle on the cold ground.

As his strength waned with the loss of blood, Otto's consciousness began to blur.

But just as the Crimson Wood Spirit turned to leave, Otto struggled to raise his head, his gaze passing through the flickering firelight and landing on the massive stone altar in the center of the cave.

It was an altar carved from a single block of black rock, its surface covered with mottled bloodstains and scratches, clearly having been used countless times.

The altar is surrounded by the golden scales of Callum, the god of law and judgment, the dagger and skull of the goddess of disease and plague, and other symbols and emblems of the royal gods.

Among these symbols, even more shocking offerings were placed.

A dozen or so men dressed in white robes lay on the wooden frames surrounding the altar, their throats slit by sharp knives, blood slowly flowing down the carved grooves on the frames and pooling in the center of the altar.

There, the marks of six gods surround a larger, more ferocious mark, the symbol of the barbarian god Grak, a huge single eye with a pattern of fangs branded inside.

Dark red blood had already seeped over the single eye of the Grac mark, gradually filling the fang pattern inside.

As blood continued to be injected, the mark began to glow faintly, emanating an ancient and evil aura.

Pongard stood before the altar, holding his staff high, chanting incantations.

His voice was hoarse and obscure, like some kind of ancient incantation.

As he chanted, the air around the altar began to distort, emitting a hissing sound that made one's teeth ache.

"Five now, just one more to go."

Pongard suddenly turned around, his single eye gleaming with excitement, his gaze fixed on Tessa, who was being led to the altar by two barbarian warriors.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement:

"Next, your soul will be infused with the mark of Callum, the god of law and judgment, and become part of this great ceremony!"

When your soul merges into Grak's embrace, I will become the most powerful shaman in the history of the tribe!

"Gladimir and His totem will grant me unparalleled power; I will become the new overlord!"

Tessa was thus pushed to the center of the altar.

The barbarian warriors chained her hands and feet to the four corners of the altar with heavy iron chains, the chains clanging against the stone altar with a crisp sound.

Tessa's expression remained unchanged, and there was not a trace of fear in her eyes.

She simply watched the shaman dancing and gesturing in front of her calmly, a hint of mockery in her eyes, as if she were looking at a clown posing and preening before her.

Chapter 118 An Absurd Answer? (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Seeing Tessa's calm demeanor only fueled Otto's curiosity.

What exactly is the other party planning to do?

Just as Otto was pondering, Pongard's chanting became more and more urgent.

He suddenly pointed his staff to a corner of the cave, where a coffin made of black wood sat, its lid coated with sealing wax and engraved with strange runes.

A crack was lifted from the coffin lid, and a faint sob could be heard coming from inside.

"Oh, right, my people, and that little wolf cub, that grandmaster!"

Pongard laughed heartily, his tone brimming with smugness:

"Once I complete the Crimson Shaman's layers and the ritual is successful, I can extract her soul to serve as my Wild Spirit!"

With her power, I can tear all my enemies apart and unify the entire southern tribes!

As Pongard spoke, the magical ape in Otto's mind suddenly issued a series of urgent prompts, and information flooded into his consciousness like a tidal wave.

[Analysis of Glock's bloodline imprint by the Magic Ape is complete]

[Obtained information on a Tier 1 Extraordinary Class: Spirit Master]

[Tier 1 - Transcendent: Spirit Master (0/6)]

[Class Spell: Summoning]

[Effect: Allows for a pact with the soul, creating a special illusory space in the sea of ​​consciousness that can accommodate ghosts, vengeful spirits, and other undead entities.]

[When a practitioner reaches the pinnacle of their cultivation, their spiritual attribute will be greatly enhanced.]

[Mage Ape Class Rating: Perfect]

The Magic Ape deciphered the Crimson Shaman's information.

【Tier 2 Grandmaster: Crimson Shaman (0/11)】

[Class Spell: Soul Touch.]

[Effect: Can brew ghosts into a solution that has a powerful impact on souls, used to attack or enhance oneself.]

[When an employee reaches the pinnacle of their cultivation, they can significantly enhance their spiritual and intellectual attributes.]

The evaluation of the Magical Ape is: Good.

Otto looked at the information flashing through his mind and finally understood.

Clearly, the shaman in front of me was referring to supplementing his own Crimson Shaman class level when he mentioned supplementing his own.