Game of the World Tree Chapter 59: Ular’s Oracle

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This is a dark cave, and the torches on the cave walls illuminate the cave dimly.

Rough murals are carved on both sides of the cave, telling the story of the Millennium War of Gods - a legendary story in which the gods worked together to severely damage the World Tree and the Elf Civilization. It has been sung from generation to generation among the orcs.

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

On the altar, there is a rough statue of the god, which is Ullal, the **** of winter and hunting.

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

In the silent cave, only the quiet voice of prayer continued to echo, solemnly and solemnly.

Suddenly, the statue burst into light, illuminating the originally dark cave extremely brightly.

The one-eyed orc raised his head tremblingly, looking at the statue with a hint of fanaticism and disbelief...

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

He knelt down and knelt down excitedly, letting the majestic divine power pass over his body.

The brain went blank for a moment, and waves of majestic and thick voices resounded in the half-orc's mind:

"Check - Feileng Cui, elf, be careful...the one favored by death."

After returning to the heaven, Uler also thought about some things clearly.

Those elves are definitely not Hela’s heroic spirit army!

Because... they have bodies, but heroic spirits do not.

And if the Heroic Spirit Legion appears on the continent of Sagas, it will definitely cause a strong backlash from other gods.

Even Hela cannot be an enemy of the gods.

The fate of Yggdrasil back then is an example!

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

Because only Hela can make living things immortal!

And all of this needs to be left to believers for further exploration...

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

"Chief Priest of the Orc Cave Tribe——Jushan, obey the oracle!"

Then, the statue glowed again, and a blurry image appeared in his mind——

That was a scene of unlucky goblins being chased crazily by a group of elves with red eyes!

As for those elves, their bodies were covered with all kinds of tattered equipment, which looked like they had been snatched from goblins...

As soon as the screen changed, another elf was beaten into a pulp by the mysterious power, but in the blink of an eye he popped up alive again...

Seeing this scene, 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 lost his voice.

The statue did not respond.

In an instant, the old priest knew that he had lost his temper.

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

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

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

The old half-orc raised his head and found that his back was covered in cold sweat.

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

He murmured, his voice full of excitement.

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

Taking a deep breath, Orc Priest Jushan suppressed the throbbing in his heart and thought about the content of the oracle:

"What's going on with that picture?"

He was pacing, frowning in thought.

"Is it the Forest of Elves? But aren't most of the elves migrating? Where did so many elves come from? Are they attacking the Goblins in the Feilengcui? They won't die? Behind them... is the God of Death... Who?"

He knew that His Majesty the Father had recruited a group of Goblins in the Elf Forest in order to assist Him in finding the divine blood crystal of the fallen Mother of Nature, Yggdrasil.

In fact, as the chief priest of the Orc tribe closest to the Elf Forest, he also contributed a lot in this process.

Even though he looked down upon those weak and ugly goblins.

But now it seems that something has changed.

"Those favored by death..."

The chief priest of Jushan muttered.

"Could it be... the work of the one from the underworld?"

Thinking of this, his expression gradually became serious.

"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 orc mercenaries have disappeared. This time, we just took the opportunity to investigate together!"

Taking a deep breath, the chief priest of Jushan left the ancestral cave where he worshiped the gods.

When we arrived outside the cave, the surroundings suddenly became brighter, and what we saw was a huge valley.

The black mountain wall shines in the sunlight.

Under the mountains, houses made of stones and straw are scattered around the caves.

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

This is the orc tribe closest to the Elf Forest, called the Cave Tribe.

The Cave Tribe is a medium-sized orc village with a population of 5,000. It is located at the southeastern junction of the Elf Forest and the Dark Mountains, more than 300 kilometers away from the core area of ​​the Elf Forest.

The leader of the tribe is none other than the Orc Priest Chief Jushan, a Orc Priest with a low rank of Silver.

Ju Shan came to the village and looked at the tribesmen walking through the village one by one with a satisfied expression.

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

After so many years of development, the tribe finally grew stronger with the support of the true god.

Among them, the huge income brought by hunting elves plays an important role.

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

If something goes wrong in the Elf Forest, it will be a heavy blow to the Cave Tribe.

Sighing deeply, a dark cloud passed between his brows.

"Call Blackstone over."

He ordered to his men.

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

He has a body like an iron tower and is nearly two meters tall. He has a big bald head, the fangs in his mouth are exposed, and he has a ferocious expression.

Black Stone, the warrior of the cave tribe and the missing rock, possesses the strength of Black Iron at its peak!

"Black Stone, I have met the chief priest."

He came to Jushan and knelt down respectfully.

Jushan glanced at him and nodded secretly:

"Get up."

After receiving Jushan's instructions, Black Stone stood up from the ground and stood aside without saying a word.

Ju Shan is extremely satisfied with Black Stone's respect.

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 for you to do..."

“You take a team of Black Iron mid-level warriors, plus a priest, and the best equipment in the tribe, go to the tribe’s stronghold in the Elf Forest, and organize people to explore the Feilengcui ruins! ”

Halfway through speaking, he stopped again, thought for a moment, took out a bone fragment from his arms, and handed it into Heishi's hand:

"This is a sacred object in the clan. It can inspire the power of Father God and can perform a powerful divine spell 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 **** of death, so if there is danger, return immediately. You can abandon the stronghold at the critical moment..."

"Also..."

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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 tribe..."

"If you do well, the tribe will give you a big reward!"