The Barbarian God had a cutting face, laced with ridicule:
"What? When I ate other children, you didn't want to rebel, but now that it's your grandson, you're thinking of betrayal?"
The elder's face was mixed with both shame and anger, finally mocking himself:
"There was no other way left. As an elder of the tribe, this time's offering, it didn't matter who it was, I could only go down together with you, the greedy Barbarian God."
"If I die, it is merely the extinction of my tribe."
"If I don't resist, and let you keep eating like this, with no new children, it will also mean extinction sooner or later."
"Moreover, you're right...this is my last grandson, the only bloodline I have left."
"His father went to battle with the Barbarian Soldiers..."
"A few days ago, I dreamed of his father on the battlefield, covered in blood, without a head. I then knew my son probably was dead."
