Chapter 1 The Third Sacrifice

The cold wind whistled through the iron bars of the cell.

Roland opened his eyes dazedly.

He opened his eyes and was stunned when he saw the boy's face reflected in the ice on the wall.

The boy's facial features were delicate and tender. He looked to be in his teens at most, not yet an adult. There was a hint of confusion in his red eyes, and his fair skin looked a little dry due to malnutrition.

He was wearing simple clothes made of coarse cloth and animal skins. His long pale hair was frozen stiff and fell to the ground, covering his bare, cold feet.

This is his face, but not entirely.

If he cut his long hair short, strengthened his skinny body a little, and grew ten or twenty centimeters taller, he would look like a junior high school student.

"hiss"

Roland felt a sharp pain in his head, and a huge amount of memories from his past life were pouring in like a tide.

He was a well-known professional player in the gaming circle and was even known as the world's number one wizard. He was currently participating in an official virtual network event called "Millennium War".

After leading his teammates through all the difficulties and winning the individual competition, group competition, and the most eye-catching strategic competition, he should now be preparing to lift the trophy that belongs to them with his teammates.

He was feeling happy, but suddenly his eyes went dark and the world changed.

He was reincarnated into a world of a thousand-year war.

As the memories gradually merged, Roland's face became a little ugly.

This is a bad start for me.

Not only was she reincarnated in a remote place like the polar regions, but she was also a child secretly born and concealed by an unknown tribe, without even a legal identity to move around.

What's more unfortunate is that his tribe was attacked by cultists the day before yesterday, and he became an orphan.

According to Roland's memories of his previous life, we should still be in the opening CG stage of the [Millennium War] plot.

Unlike the two sacrifices in the memory, since he was also arrested, there are now three people in the prison.

In addition to Roland, there is Hela, the legendary undead who will lead millions of undead from the dark elemental world and fight back to the material world in the future. She is the undead boss in several versions. The second is Freyna, the heir to one of the seven silver families and the second legendary emperor of the Silver Empire in the future.

The former is due to the high affinity for dark elements, while the latter is due to the high affinity for light elements.

The plane of the dead is not picky about sacrifices, as long as the elemental affinity is high, it will be accepted.

As for him, Roland glanced at himself.

Well, the player's classic start with medium affinity for all elements, although not as good as their talents, is still a relatively rare talent.

As we all know, the opening of the game always paves the way for the appearance of the protagonist. In the original CG, although Hela and Frena are both beautiful NPCs, Hela, who has no special background, still becomes Frena's cushion.

According to the CG, Hela was successfully sacrificed by the cultists, and died on the spot and teleported to the plane of the dead. However, Freina was stimulated by Hela's death, awakened her family's talent, and killed the cultists with the help of various equipment on her body.

In this case, as long as Roland is not the first to be sacrificed, he can just wait for Frena to awaken and kill her. Of course, he can also take the initiative to hug Frena's thighs, use the experience of the previous life to help her complete the awakening, and directly kill the cultists. Moreover, if he can take the opportunity to hug Frena, his future can be said to be bright.

After all, Freina is the protagonist of the previous major versions. As long as she is licked well, there will be great benefits.

But Roland refused because his legs were not in good condition and he could not kneel down.

Roland lowered his head and thought silently. For the first time, his mind was so calm and his thoughts were exceptionally clear.

He glanced at the prison without leaving a trace.

On his left, Hela, who had just become an orphan like him, was curled up on the ground like a corpse. There was no emotion in her black eyes, and a thick breath of dark elements and death permeated her surroundings.

The ice was slowly spreading from her feet, freezing her legs in the ice. Her hands, which were fixed with iron chains, were also frozen pale. While restricting her movements, it also repelled the dark elements around her.

On his right, Freina, who had sneaked out from the family, lowered her eyes, and her golden pupils under the silver-white eyelids reflected a cold light.

Dressed in luxurious aristocratic attire, she sat in another corner of the room with her white hands hugging her knees. The residual light coming in from the aisle flickered on her cheeks and her shoulders trembled slightly. It was obvious that she was not as calm as she looked.

Roland took a last look outside the prison, where the cultists coming and going were preparing the rituals and materials needed for sacrifice on the altar.

He closed his eyes and calmly waited for the time of sacrifice.
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Time passed slowly, and the strong wind and snow outside the prison gradually stopped.

Roland did not move from beginning to end. He just leaned against the wall calmly, saving his energy and waiting quietly.

The cultists' ritual preparations are complete.

Three cultists wearing black masks opened the prison. One of them walked up to Roland without any hesitation, grabbed his hair, and dragged him out roughly.

Roland did not feel much pain. His frozen body seemed to no longer be his. Even though the skin on his legs was torn and coagulated blood mixed with minced meat spilled, he did not feel anything.

After walking out of the prison, we arrived at the altar.

Above the altar, a priest wearing a black and gold mask had already drawn the ritual runes with flowing mercury and boiling blood.

All around the altar were neatly beating flesh and blood organs, small hills of flesh and blood wriggling and expanding in place, and cradles of bones woven together.

Roland recognized every material here, [Death Organ], [Twisted Meat], [Skeleton Cradle].
Each piece of material is a bloody creation that is severely resisted and attacked by the civilized world. It is absolutely impossible to get it through formal channels.

No wonder they had to slaughter people in the North. After all, in order to produce these materials, a large number of human lives were needed.

Roland lowered his eyes, no longer looking at these materials that might have been made by his relatives, and silently suppressed the anger in his heart.

Roland, who had the least talent among the three, was picked up by the cultists and placed in the center of the altar as a sacrifice.

After being put down, the thick dark elements on the altar began to slowly flow into Roland's body. Under the nourishment of the dark elements, his body quickly regained consciousness, and pitch-black chains stretched out from all around, imprisoning Roland's limbs.

Roland slumped on the altar, looking at the cultists around the altar expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)