After a few miles, they had already encountered many orcs. All of them were at least as powerful as a wolf rider captain.
Abel had already seen Taurens, Tigermen, Lionmen, and Bearmen. These were the most powerful races in the Orc Empire. There were also some powerful foxes that were not here.
He also realized there was not a single deity here. All of the orcs were fighters. This meant the orc god ceremony could only be attended by fighters.
Abel didn't know why, but he was still confident in his own fighting ability.
All the orcs did not make a sound as they all headed towards Nam Mountain.
Abel couldn't help but feel strange. Wasn't the orc god ceremony in 10 days? How come there were already so many orcs here?
But he had no one to ask, so he could only follow the orcs.
10 miles away from Nam Mountain, a majestic building appeared in front of them. It was the orc god temple. It was the biggest one Abel had seen since he came to the Orc Empire.
In the human world, everyone thought the orcs were not good at architecture. They had always focused on practicality. Even the houses of the noble orcs were simple and sturdy.
However, Abel had changed his mind. The orc god temple in front of him was made of giant stones. It was made up of a main temple, 6 sub temples, and some other buildings.
If it wasn't for the fact that the temple didn't have any walls, this place would basically be a city.
Every single stone on the outer wall of the orc god temple was carved with legends about the orc god. It added a mysterious atmosphere to the temple.
The roof of the temple was made of stone. With Abel's eyesight, he could see all kinds of gems reflecting the sunlight. The entire temple was inlaid with countless gems.
These gems bathed the temple in a sea of light. Most of them were green gems. These green gems formed the main line of the temple, while other gems of other colors were scattered around.
Although the Orc Empire produced gems, the deities could not use the energy within them. Therefore, these gems that were regarded as treasures by the human world were only decorations in the Orc Empire.
Abel realized most of these gems were intermediate gems. Just the wealth on the roof of the temple was enough to make any human's heart skip a beat.
To get to the temple from the ground, one had to walk up a few hundred steps. Each step was shiny under the sun due to years of wear and tear.
From this, one could see the history of this temple and how many orcs had come to worship it.
At this time, there were already more than a hundred beastmen gathered in the square in front of the main hall. Almost every beastman had a small tent, so the huge square was filled with tents.
Although there were 100 orcs gathered here, it was rare for them to not make any loud noises. It was as if all of them were whispering.
This was a very rare thing for the beastmen who were born with loud voices.
The 10 orcs that came with Abel jumped down from their mounts and tied them to the stables in front of the temple. Then, they took out some water from their mounts and carefully washed their hands and faces. Every single orc was very careful with their appearance.
Abel felt a sense of piety. Orcs rarely paid attention to their appearance. Most of them didn't like to wet their hair with water. Normally, they would just wipe their hair with a cloth.
However, every single orc in front of him was carefully cleaning themselves. It was as if the place they were going to was so sacred that they couldn't bring any dirt with them.
Abel imitated their actions and tied his mount wolf to a horse post. He then took some water from his water bag and cleaned up his werewolf appearance.
His attention was also carefully observing the orcs around him because he realized that the so-called details he learned before were completely useless in this place.
Fortunately, he was lucky enough to meet this group of orcs on his way here. Now, as long as he learned from these orcs, there shouldn't be any big mistakes.
After cleaning themselves up, the orcs walked to the stairs and took off their shoes. They hung them on their waists and walked barefoot up the stairs.
Abel also took off his shoes and hung them on his waist. He walked at the back of the group. He realized that all of the orcs were walking very slowly. They had to stop for a few seconds every time they took a step.
He was a little confused about what they were doing. But after he took a step, he immediately understood what was going on.
When he stepped on the second step, a wave of death qi came from the bottom of the stairs. This wave of death qi was different from the ones he had encountered before. This wave of death qi was a type of energy that could attack the soul of any orc that stepped on the stairs.
Of course, this attack was very small for Abel. His soul was so powerful that it had already surpassed most wizards. If he didn't control his speed to be the same as the other orcs, he could almost run straight to the top of the stairs.
There were exactly 100 steps. When they reached the top, all of the orcs had a look of excitement on their faces.
Abel also understood the purpose of these stairs. These 100 steps were not attacking the soul of the climber. Instead, it was a kind of support. It could help the climber to go through a baptism of the soul, and it could strengthen the soul to a certain extent.
Of course, this effect was not very strong. According to Abel's estimation, this effect would decrease with the number of steps he climbed.
Unfortunately, Abel's soul was so powerful that this little bit of support could do nothing to him. But then again, this was probably the work of a priest.
Priests were even more powerful than wizards when it came to manipulating souls. Priests were at an advanced level when it came to soul research, while wizards were just getting started.
What was the benefit of strengthening one's soul?
A strengthened soul would be a great boost to one's training and leveling up, making the effects of training more obvious.
Too bad, Abel thought to himself. If the priests could draw this death qi on the stairs, he might be able to learn this magic circle. Although this kind of support circle was useless to him, it was still very useful to the Knight and wizards in his family.
Of course, this kind of magic circle used death qi. If it was any other wizard, it would be useless even if they had it. However, Abel could control death qi.
"Take out your identity cards and register with me one by one!" A beginner priest in a black robe said in a deep voice.
The orcs took out their bone made identity cards in an orderly manner and handed them over to the priest for inspection. The priest in a black robe then carefully inspected each orc. The orcs didn't even have to say a word during the whole process.
This was because the bone made identity card had very detailed information. If one didn't have enough power of the will, they wouldn't be able to see the image of the owner of the identity card.
Soon, it was Abel's turn. He handed his bone made identity card to the priest in a black robe, and the priest took it over and checked it.
"How come worgens from the worgen tribe are here? Didn't you already send a group here? "The priest in a black robe suddenly asked.
Abel was caught off guard, but he still replied with a relaxed expression, "I received the notice too late, so I didn't make it in time to come with the other worgens!"
"Ok, the worgen tribe's tents are on the right side of the square. You can find them there after you register!" The priest in a black robe nodded his head under the hood and said in a soft voice.
However, as the priest in a black robe moved his head, Abel saw the face hidden in the dark. It was a withered wolf face. It turned out this priest in a black robe was a worgen priest.
Abel couldn't help but feel relieved. He thought something was wrong, but it turned out this worgen priest was just concerned about his own kind.
"Thank you, master priest!" Abel replied.
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