It was a dimly lit cave, and the torches on the cave walls illuminated the cave in shadows.
On both sides of the cave, there are rough murals depicting the story of the thousand-year-old battle of gods.
In the center of the cave is an altar made of skulls.
On the altar, there is a rough statue, which is Uller, the god of winter and hunting.
In front of the statue of Uller, a one-eyed old orc wearing a gray priest's robe is kneeling on the ground and praying devoutly.
In the silent cave, only the sound of silent prayers continued to echo, solemn and solemn.
Suddenly, the statue burst into a dazzling light, illuminating the originally dim cave extremely brightly.
The one-eyed half-orc raised his head tremblingly, and his gaze towards the statue was full of frenzy and inconceivable...
"The oracle... the oracle..."
He knelt down excitedly and let the mighty divine power sweep over his body.
The brain became blank for a moment, and bursts of majestic voices resounded in the half-orc's mind:
"Fei Leng Cui, elf, be careful... Death Blessed."
After returning to the heaven, Uller also thought about some things.
Those elves are definitely not Hela's Heroic Spirit Legion!
Because...they have flesh, but heroic spirits don't.
Moreover, if the Heroic Spirit Legion appeared in the Continent of Seggs, it would definitely cause a strong rebound from other gods.
Even Hela cannot be an enemy of the gods.
The end of Uktra Hill was 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 trembled slightly and buried his head deeper:
"The Orcs Grotto Tribe's chief priest, Ju Shan, obey the oracle!"
After that, the god statue shone again, and a vague image appeared in his mind.
It was a picture of unlucky goblins being chased and killed by a group of red-eyed elves!
And those elves were covered with all kinds of tattered equipment, and they looked like they had been snatched from goblins...
As soon as the picture turned, another elves were smashed into flesh by a mysterious force, but in a blink of an eye they appeared alive again...
Seeing this picture, the old priest's heart suddenly shook.
"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.
In an instant, the old priest knew that he had lost his way.
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 hunting, praise the great Father God!"
After a while, the light of the statue slowly disappeared.
The old orc raised his head and found that there was a cold sweat on his back.
"The oracle... it's really the oracle..."
He murmured, his voice full of excitement.
Being able to receive the oracle means that he has been favored by the gods and watched by the gods!
Taking a deep breath, the half-orc chief priest Ju Shan suppressed the throbbing in his heart and thought about the content of the oracle:
"What the hell is going on with that picture?"
He paced, frowning thoughtfully.
"It's the Elf forest? But haven't the elves mostly migrated? Where did so many elves come from? Are they attacking the Fei leng cui goblins? They won't die? Behind them...is the Blessed God of Death?"
He knew that the Father God had recruited a group of goblins in the Elf Forest, with the purpose of helping him find the divine blood crystals of the fallen mother of nature, Uktrahir.
In fact, as the chief priest of the nearest half-orc tribe in the Elf Forest, he also contributed a lot in this process.
Even if he despises those weak and ugly goblins very much.
And now, it seems that something has changed.
"The Blessed One..."
The chief priest of the giant mountain muttered.
"Could it be... is it the handwriting of the person in 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 tribe's stronghold in the Elf Forest reported that two teams of half-orc mercenaries had disappeared. This time, I just took the opportunity to investigate together!"
Taking a deep breath, the chief priest of the giant mountain left the ancestral cave where the gods were sacrificed.
When I came to the outside of the cave, the surroundings suddenly became bright, and a huge valley came into view.
The black mountain walls gleamed in the sunlight.
Under the hills, houses built of stones and straws surround the caves and are scattered.
Looking around, there are no less than a thousand seats...
This is the Orc tribe closest to the Elf Forest, called the Grotto Tribe.
The Grotto Tribe is a medium-sized half-orc village with a population of 5,000. It is located at the southeastern junction of the Elf Forest and the Dark Mountains, and is more than 300 kilometers away from the core area of the Elf Forest.
And the leader of the tribe is the Orc Priest Chief Ju Shan, a Orc Priest with a lower rank of silver.
Ju Shan came to the village and looked at a clansman who was shuttled through the village with a satisfied expression.
When he was young, the Grotto tribe was only a small tribe of less than a thousand people.
The tribe has developed for so many years, and finally it has gradually grown with the support of the true god.
Among them, the huge income brought by hunting elves is indispensable.
Thinking of this, Ju Shan's expression gradually became solemn.
If there is a problem in the Elf Forest, it will also be a heavy blow to the cave tribe.
He sighed deeply, and a cloud of darkness flickered between his brows.
"Call Blackstone over."
He ordered to his subordinates.
Soon, a sturdy orc came to the front of the Ju Shan.
He has an iron tower-like body and is almost two meters tall; he has a big bald head, and his fangs are exposed, and his expression is fierce.
Blackstone, the warrior of the grotto tribe, has the strength of the peak of the 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 the instructions from the giant mountain, Blackstone stood up from the ground and stood aside without saying a word.
Ju Shan was extremely satisfied with Blackstone's respect.
He thought about it and said:
"Blackstone, you are one of the most powerful warriors in the tribe. This time, I have a task for you to do..."
"You bring a team of warriors in the middle black iron, plus a priest, take the best equipment in the tribe, go to the tribe's stronghold in the Elf Forest, and organize people to explore the fei leng cui ruins!"
Halfway through speaking, he stopped again, thought about it, took out a bone fragment from his arms and handed it to Blackstone:
"This is a sacred object in the clan, which can stimulate the power of the Father God, and can perform a powerful divine technique at a critical moment. In addition... it also has the power to purify the undead!"
"This time, you may encounter the favored one of the god of death, so if you are in danger, return immediately, and you can abandon the stronghold at the critical moment..."
"in addition..."
Ju Shan'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 well, the tribe will give your own reward!"