บท 381: The Horn

Gu Shenwei stood up. He did not expect to be reunited with the girls under such circumstances.

They were among the young women who were about to be set on fire on the altar, which was close to one kilometer away from him, and were in a state of partial loss of consciousness. The 10 tribal chiefs were encircling the altar and facing outwards, singing about something in unison.

Below the altar stood the nobles, swaying to the same rhythm with increasing vigor.

The prostrate slaves were at the perimeter. They were curled up like porcupines and looked from afar like pieces of stones wearing long robes.