Seeing a body in pagan clothes, Winters became more convinced of his previous speculation:

The heavy rain that almost caused the collapse of Sekle's layout was by no means a natural phenomenon. It was a spell, a spell that was larger than imagined.

But Winters didn't tell anyone about this idea.

He is no longer the young boy who is happy to demonstrate magic to Ike. Keeping secrets is the first rule for the caster.

A total of eight bodies were counted around the bonfire Winters.

The corpses were all wearing clothes decorated with animal bones, bluestone, metal, and ribbons. The limbs were strangely twisted, and their expressions were extremely painful.

"Hiss", "Hiss" twice, the door curtain was cut directly, and the strong wind blew away the smoke in the felt tent.

Jeska, Andre and other officers led people into the felt tent, and everyone was so scared that they could not speak by the horror scene in the tent.

Losing the curtains, the inside of the felt tent became bright, and Winters was able to see more details hidden in the darkness:

Every inch of the carpet in the tent was painted with strange symbols. Sacrifice vessels and small flags with equal strange symbols were threaded into strings with thin ropes, and hung densely on the wall of the tent.

"Pagan sacrifice?" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska asked with a frown.

Winters nodded: "It should be."

Charles pointed to a place next to the bonfire and asked, "What is that?"

The others looked in the sound and saw a golden plate on the bluestone slab in front of the bonfire.

The plate was filled with half-dry blood and a dagger.

"That's not human blood, right?" Andre suddenly felt disgusted.

"It shouldn't be..." Bud's face was also a little uncomfortable: "It might be the blood of the blue horse outside."

Winters walked to Lieutenant Colonel Jeska and whispered: "Lieutenant Colonel, there may be something strange here, so let everyone quit first."

Jeska nodded in agreement.

The militia were unwilling to stay at the weird pagan altar for too long, and after receiving the order, they hurriedly retreated outside the tent.

"Shar!" Winters called Shire who was leaving the tent: "Bring Bell to me."

Shire nodded and went to find the little hunter.

Only a few officers remained in the felt tent.

Andre looked around and the reckless man who was not afraid of the world suddenly stood up all over his body, causing a chill.

He hugged his arms, shrank his neck, and hummed, "Why don't we go too? Don't be here... Hey? Winters! What are you doing?"

Winters, who was searching for the body, did not raise his head and replied: "You have to figure out how they died, right?"

Several people watched Winters examine one of the slightly stiff bodies from head to toe - through the clothes.

Andre swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "What's the discovery?"

"They are indeed dead." Winters replied, wiping his hands.

"Nonsense!" Andre almost vomited blood: "I can see it too!"

"Is there anything else?"

"It's strange because I didn't find anything else." Winters' tip of his nose twitched slightly: "No trauma at all."

Andre took a deep breath and subconsciously took several steps back towards the tent door.

"No trauma? Could it be that he was taking poison?" Mason's face was also very uncomfortable. He looked at Lieutenant Colonel Jeska and asked, "Sir, are the Hudds still offering sacrifices?"

Jeska smiled bitterly: "I'm not a Hudder, how could I know."

It was about the caster, and Winters didn't reveal much - he simply said nothing and just continued to search other corpses.

Bud took a few steps back, looked at a corpse, and said, "Why do I feel like this person is dancing and suddenly die?"

Only at this moment did several officers realize that the "twisted, weird" dead body... it really looks like a certain dance posture.

"What dance can you dance to death?" Mason asked with a frown.

Winters also learned from Bud's several steps back, trying to look at the eight bodies in the tent from a holistic perspective.

"No!" Winters's face suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" The officer in the tent was confused.

But Winters had already rushed out of the tent and shouted at his militia: "Bell! Where is Bell?"

"Here!" Charles pulled the hunter and ran over panting.

Winters grabbed the little hunter's arm, and the force was so strong that the little hunter bared his teeth in pain.

"Bell!" Winters asked urgently: "What is the most important number of the Hurds?"

"Ah?" Bell was confused for a moment.

Winters became increasingly impatient: "The most important, the most auspicious, and the most solemn number! The numbers used for sacrifices."

"I remember it was [three], offering three animals." Bell tried hard to recall: "At the most solemn time, three animals were each three, and that was...[nine]."

really!

Winters returned to the felt tent and shouted: "No! There is no one!"

"What does it mean?" Andre could no longer keep up.

"Look at these people!" Winters pulled Andre and retreated to the tent door and pointed to the corpse on the ground: "They didn't stand casually! Their stands are regular! This dance lacks an individual! A person who leads the dance! The person who leads the dance is not dead! Find him!"

Winters rushed out of the tent, jumped up to the heights, and used amplification to shout at all the militias: "Let me find them! Go find the Heards in strange costumes! You have to find him even if you dig three feet into the ground! No! Go find all the Heards in the city for me!"

Bell walked into the tent carefully, frightened by the scene in front of him, and he stuttered: "Why... so many priests... how come they died?"

Wenters rushed over and asked, "Are the priests? These are all shamans of the Huds?"

"Yes." Bell nodded quickly.

"Go and look for it!" Winters yelled at the militia outside the tent again.

The militia ran to carry out the mission in panic.

Winters' mood fluctuated too much, and all the officers noticed something strange.

"What's wrong?" asked Lieutenant Colonel Jeska.

Winters couldn't answer, and he finally understood why the secret of the court wizard could be kept for thousands of years.

Because no one wants to share this knowledge.

Just as Winters was reluctant to share this knowledge with the Palathus.

What a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be able to capture a weak magic user alive.

It was probably the closest time since Antoine Laurent established the alliance spellcaster system.

You should know that unless the caster voluntarily surrenders, no one can capture the caster alive.

Unless a spellcaster takes the initiative to speak, no one can sled out a sentence from their mouths.

Binding Winters' hands and feet, he can still use a cleavage to explode the enemy's head... or his own.

Similarly, no one can capture the user of the magic technique alive.

Capture the mage and priest alive and then interrogate it?

It would be easier to kill them just now.

The only opportunity for those with magic ability to capture alive is when they cannot use magic ability.

Winters could almost be sure that the lead dancer Hed Shaman must have been the one who guided the spell.

All the other eight shamans died suddenly, and the shamans who guided the spells would never be much better.

"The resonance of the plural caster can push the spell to an unimaginable level."

This idea has echoed in Winters' mind for a whole year and a half.

The idea began to emerge from the night the Fire Tornado swept across Guitu City.

It was originally just an inadvertent thought, like a low murmur coming from the wind.

As Winters' experience increased, this idea not only did not be forgotten, but instead took root.

After seeing how Hed Shaman used a heavy rain to destroy all his gunpowder weapons, the low moan in the wind had turned into rolling thunder.

A voice yelled in Winters' heart: "It must be so! Find that shaman!"

But he was too impatient and too negligent - he also realized this.

Winters didn't want to be fooled with Lieutenant Colonel Jeska, but he didn't want to tell the caster's knowledge.

After calming down a little, Winters asked back: "When I first arrived at the battlefield, I almost lost consciousness. Do you still remember?"

"Um."

"I'm afraid that was some kind of attack created by these Hed Shamans. I wanted to find that Shaman and ask how he did it."

This is another speculation from Winters.
To be continued...