The game of the World Tree

This is a dim cave, and the torches on the wall illuminate the cave.

On both sides of the cave, there are rough murals depicting the deeds of the thousand-year war of gods—the legend of the gods joining forces and smashing the world tree and the elven civilization, which has been sung from generation to generation among the half-orcs.

In the center of the cave is an altar made of skulls.

On the altar, there is a rugged idol, which is Ural, the god of winter and hunting.

In front of Uller's idol, a one-eyed elderly half-orc wearing a gray priest's robe was kneeling on the ground and praying devoutly.

In the silent cave, only the silent prayers reverberated, solemnly and solemnly.

Suddenly, the idol burst into a dazzling light, illuminating the originally dim cave with extremely bright light.

The one-eyed half-orc raised his head tremblingly, his gaze at the idol was frantic and incredible...

"The oracle... is the oracle..."

He knelt down with excitement, letting the majestic and majestic power brush over his body.

The brain became blank in an instant, and waves of majestic and heavy voices resounded in the half-orc's mind:

"Check-Fei Lengcui, spirit, be careful...the favored of death."

After returning to the heavens, Uller also thought about some things clearly.

Those elves are definitely not Hela's Heroic Legion!

Because... they have a body, but the heroic spirit does not.

Moreover, if the Heroic Spirit Legion appeared in the Seggs continent, it would definitely cause a strong backlash from other gods.

Even Hela cannot be an enemy of the gods.

The fate of Uktra Hill that year is an example!

But even so, those elves must be related to Hela's favored ones.

Because only Hela can make creatures immortal!

And all of this needs to be handed over to believers for further investigation...

Hearing the voice of the gods, the old half-orc priest's body shook slightly and buried his head deeper:

"The chief priest of the Orc Cave Tribe-Giant Mountain, please follow the oracle!"

Then, the idol bloomed again, and a vague image appeared in his mind——

It was a scene of unlucky goblins being chased by a group of red-eyed elves frantically!

And those elves, covered with all kinds of tattered equipment, looked like they were snatched from goblins...

As soon as the screen turns, another elves are photographed into fleshy flesh by mysterious power, but in a blink of an eye they pop out again...

Seeing this picture, the old priest's mind suddenly shocked.

"Elves? How could there be so many elves?! What are they doing?! They won't die?"

He couldn't help but lose his voice.

The idol did not respond.

For a moment, the old priest knew that he had gone wrong.

He took a deep breath, and while kneeling on the ground, he stretched out his hand and drew a bow symbol on his chest:

"Praise the cold winter, praise the hunt, praise the great Father God!"

After a while, the light of the idol slowly disappeared.

The old half-orc raised his head and found that he was already in a cold sweat behind his back.

"The oracle... is really an oracle..."

He murmured, his voice filled with excitement.

Being able to receive the oracle shows that he has been favored by the gods and watched by the gods!

Taking a deep breath, the chief half-orc priest Jushan suppressed the throbbing in his heart, thinking about the content of the oracle:

"What the hell is going on in that picture?"

"It's the forest of elves? But don't the elves mostly migrate? Where do so many elves come from? Are they attacking the emerald goblins? They won't die? Behind them... is the Favored of Death?"

He knew that he had recruited a group of goblins in the Fairy Forest under the crown of the Father God,

The purpose is to assist him in finding the fallen mother of nature, the god blood crystal of Uktrahir.　　In fact, as the chief priest of the nearest half-orc tribe in the Fairy Forest, he also made a lot of effort in this process.

Even if he despised those weak and ugly goblins.

Now it seems that something has changed.

"The Favored of Death..."

The Chief Priest of the Giant Mountain murmured.

"Could it be... the handwriting of the underworld?"

Thinking of this, his expression gradually became solemn.

"It seems that it is necessary to send someone to investigate."

"Speaking of which, two days ago, the Horde's stronghold in the Fairy Forest reported that two teams of Orc mercenaries had disappeared. This time, I took the opportunity to investigate together!"

Taking a deep breath, the chief priest of the giant mountain left the ancestral den where the gods were worshipped.

When I came to the cave, the surroundings were suddenly bright, and what I saw was a huge valley.

The black mountain wall is shining brightly under the sunlight.

Under the mountains, houses made of stones and straws surround the caves in a scattered pattern.

Looking around, there are no fewer than a thousand seats...

This is the half-orc tribe closest to the Fairy Forest, called the Cavern Tribe.

The Cavern Tribe is a medium-sized orc village with a population of five thousand. It is located at the southeast junction of the Fairy Forest and the Dark Mountains, more than 300 kilometers away from the core area of ​​the Fairy Forest.

And the leader of the tribe is the chief half-orc priest-Giant Mountain, a silver-low half-orc priest.

Jushan came to the village and looked at a clan member who was walking through the village with a satisfied expression.

When he was young, the cave tribe was just a small tribe with less than a thousand people.

The tribe has been developing for so many years before it finally grows stronger with the support of the true gods.

Among them, the huge income brought by hunting elves is indispensable.

Thinking of this, Jushan's expression gradually became solemn.

If something goes wrong in the Fairy Forest, it will also be a heavy blow to the cave tribe.

He sighed deeply, and there was a cloud of cloud between his brows.

"Call Black Stone over."

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Soon, a sturdy orc came to the front of the giant mountain.

He has a tower-like body and is nearly two meters tall; he has a big bald head with fangs in his mouth sticking out, with a vicious look.

Black Rock, a warrior known as the cave tribe and the missing rock, possesses the strength of the pinnacle of Black Iron!

"Blackstone, I have seen the chief priest."

He came to the giant mountain and knelt down respectfully.

Ju Shan glanced at him and nodded secretly:

"Get up."

After receiving instructions from the Giant Mountain, Black Stone stood up from the ground and stood silently by the side.

For the respect of Black Rock, Giant Mountain is extremely satisfied.

He thought for a while and said:

"Blackstone, you are one of the most powerful warriors in the tribe. This time, I have a task to tell you to do..."

"You bring a team of warriors in the middle of the black iron, plus a priest, take the best equipment in the tribe, go to the tribe's stronghold in the fairy forest, and organize personnel to explore the ruins of Feileng Cui!"

Halfway through, he stopped again, thought for a moment, took a piece of bone from his arms and handed it to Blackstone's hand:

"This is a sacred object in the clan that can inspire the power of God Father, and can perform a golden attack at a critical moment. In addition... it also has the power to purify the undead!"

"This time, you may meet the favored person of the god of death, so if you are in danger, return immediately, and you can give up your stronghold at the critical moment..."

"In addition..."

Jushan's expression flashed, and he said seriously:

"If you encounter a strange elf, you must find a way to catch one and bring it back to the clan..."

"If you do a good job, the tribe will have its own reward!"