This was a dim cave, and the torches on the cave walls illuminated the cave with shadows.
On both sides of the cave, there were crude murals that recounted the events of the thousand-year Divine War. It was the legendary story of the Gods working together to severely damage the World Tree and the Elven civilization. It was passed down from generation to generation among the Half-Beastmen.
In the center of the cave, there was an altar made of skulls.
On the altar, there was a crude statue of the God of Winter and the Hunt — Oulleur.
In front of Oulleur's statue, a one-eyed Half-Beastman wearing a gray priest robe was kneeling on the ground and praying devoutly.
In the silent cave, only the quiet prayer reverberated, solemn and solemn.
Suddenly, the statue emitted a dense radiance, illuminating the originally dim cave with incomparable brightness.
The one-eyed Half-Beastman trembled as he raised his head. He looked at the statue with a trace of fanaticism and disbelief …
"Oracle … It's an oracle …"
He knelt on the ground in agitation, allowing the majestic Divine Power to brush his body.
His mind instantly went blank, and a dignified and heavy voice resounded in the Half-Beastman's mind:
"Investigate — Fei Lengcui, Elves, be careful … of the God of Death's Chosen."
After returning to the heavens, Oulleur understood some things.
Those Elves were definitely not Hella's Heroic Spirit Army!
Because … they had physical bodies, while the Heroic Spirits did not.
Moreover, if the Heroic Spirit Army appeared in the Segers Continent, it would definitely cause a strong backlash from the other Gods.
Even Hella could not make an enemy of the Gods.
What happened to Yuktrasir back then was an example!
But even so, those Elves were definitely related to Hella's Chosen.
Because only Hella could make living creatures immortal!
And all of this had to be left to the believers to investigate further …
Hearing the voice of the God, the old Half-Beastman priest's body trembled slightly, and he buried his head deeper.
"The chief priest of the Half-Beastman Grotto Tribe — Ju Shan, obeys the oracle!"
Then, the statue emitted light again, and a blurry image appeared in his mind —
It was a scene of unlucky Goblins being chased by a group of red-eyed Elves!
The Elves were covered in all sorts of broken equipment that looked like they were stolen from the Goblins …
The scene changed again, and another elf was smashed into meat paste by a mysterious force, but in the blink of an eye, it was alive and kicking again …
Seeing this scene, the old priest's mind suddenly trembled.
"Elf? How could there be so many elves?! What were they doing?! They won't die? "
He could not help but exclaim.
The statue did not respond.
In an instant, the old priest knew that he had lost his composure.
He took a deep breath and knelt on the ground. He stretched out his hand and drew a bow-shaped symbol on his chest.
"Praise the winter, praise the hunt, praise the great Lord Father!"
A moment later, the light of the statue slowly disappeared.
The old Orc raised his head and realized that his back was drenched in cold sweat.
"Oracle … It really is an oracle …"
He muttered, his voice filled with excitement.
To be able to receive an oracle, it meant that he was favored by the Gods and was watched by the Gods!
Taking a deep breath, the Orc Chief Priest Ju Shan suppressed the throbbing in his heart and thought about the content of the oracle.
"What is going on with that scene?"
He paced back and forth while frowning in contemplation.
"Is it the Elven Forest? But didn't most of the elves migrate? Where did so many elves come from? Are they attacking the Goblins of Fei Lengcui? They won't die? Behind them … is the God of Death's Chosen? "
He knew that the God of Father had recruited a group of Goblins in the Elven Forest. The purpose was to help him find the fallen Mother Nature – Yuktrashil's divine blood crystal.
In fact, as the Chief Priest of the Orc tribe closest to the Elven Forest, he also contributed a lot in this process.
Even if he looked down on those weak and ugly Goblins.
But now, it seemed that there was some kind of unforeseen event.
"God of Death's Chosen …"
Chief Priest Ju Shan murmured.
"Could it be … the work of the one from the underworld?"
Thinking of this, his expression gradually became dignified.
"It seems that it is necessary to send someone to investigate."
"Speaking of which, two days ago, the tribe's stronghold in the Elven Forest sent a report that two groups of Orc mercenaries had gone missing. This time, we can take the opportunity to investigate together! "
Taking a deep breath, Chief Priest Ju Shan left the ancestral cave where the gods were worshiped.
Outside the cave, the surroundings suddenly became bright. What came into view was a huge valley.
The black mountain walls were shining brightly under the sunlight.
At the foot of the mountain, houses made of stones and straws surrounded the cave in picturesque disorder.
Looking at it, there were no less than a thousand houses …
This was the Orc tribe closest to the Elven Forest, called the Cave Tribe.
The Cave Tribe was a medium-sized Orc village with a population of 5,000. It was located at the southeast junction of the Elven Forest and the Gloom Mountain Range. It was more than 300 kilometers away from the core area of the Elven Forest.
The leader of the tribe was the chief priest of the half-orc tribe, Ju Shan. He was a lower silver half-orc priest.
Ju Shan came to the village and looked at his tribesmen shuttling through the village with a satisfied expression.
When he was young, the Cave Tribe was only a small tribe with less than a thousand tribesmen.
The tribe had developed for so many years before it gradually grew stronger with the support of a true god.
Among them, the huge income from hunting Elves could not be ignored.
Thinking of this, Ju Shan's expression gradually became dignified.
If something happened to the Elven Forest, it would be a heavy blow to the Cave Tribe.
He let out a deep sigh, and a dark cloud appeared between his brows.
"Call Black Stone over."
He ordered his subordinates.
Very quickly, a muscular Orc came in front of Ju Shan.
He had a body like an iron tower and was almost two meters tall. He was bald, and his fangs were exposed. He had a ferocious expression.
Black Stone, a warrior of the Cave Tribe who was as famous as the missing Rock Ghost. He had the strength of an Upper Iron Rank!
"Black Stone greets the Chief Priest."
He came in front of Ju Shan and knelt down respectfully.
Ju Shan glanced at him and nodded.
"Get up."
Receiving Ju Shan's order, Black Stone stood up from the ground and stood at the side without saying a word.
Ju Shan was very satisfied with Black Stone's respect.
He thought for a moment and said,
"Black Stone, you are one of the strongest warriors in the tribe. This time, I have a mission for you …"
"Bring a team of Middle Iron Warriors and a priest. Take the best equipment in the tribe and head to the tribe's stronghold in the Elven Forest. Organize people to investigate the Jade Lengcui Ruins!"
Halfway through, he paused and thought for a moment. Then, he took out a piece of bone from his bosom and handed it to Black Rock.
"This is a sacred item in the tribe. It can stimulate the power of the Father God. At a critical moment, it can cast a powerful divine spell. In addition … it has the power to purify the undead!"
"This time, you might meet the Grim Reaper's chosen one. If there is any danger, immediately return. At a critical moment, you can give up on the stronghold …"
"Also …"
Ju Shan's expression flashed as he said seriously,
"If you meet any strange Elves, you must find a way to catch one and bring it back to the tribe …"
"If you do well, the tribe will reward you handsomely!"
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