Chapter 59: The Oracle of Ural

　　 This is a dim cave, and the torch on the wall illuminates the cave.
　　 On both sides of the cave, there are rough murals depicting the deeds of a 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.
　　 At the center of the cave is an altar made of skulls.
　　 On the altar, there is a rugged idol, which is Uller, the of winter and hunting.
　　 In front of the statue of Uller, a one-eyed elderly half-orc wearing a gray priest's robe was kneeling on the ground and praying piously.
　　 In the silent cave, only the silent prayers echoed continuously, solemnly.
　　 Suddenly, the idol burst into 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 on the ground with excitement, letting the 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, elves, be careful... the beloved of death."
　　 After returning to the heavens, Uller also thought about something clearly.
　　 Those elves are definitely not Hela’s Heroic Legion!
　　Because... they have flesh, but heroes don't.
　　 Moreover, if the Heroic Spirit Legion appeared in the continent of Segus, it would definitely cause a strong backlash from other gods.
　　 Even Hela cannot be an enemy of the gods.
　　 Uktra Hill's fate 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 this needs to be handed over to believers for further investigation...
　　 Hearing the voice of the gods, the old orc priest's body shook slightly, and he buried his head deeper:
　　 "The chief priest of the Orc Cave Tribe-Giant Mountain, please follow the oracle!"
　　 Then, the idol shined again, and a vague image appeared in his mind
　　 It is a scene of hapless goblins being chased by a group of red-eyed elves frantically!
　　And those elves, covered with all kinds of tattered equipment, looked like they had been snatched from goblins...
　　 As soon as the picture turns, another elves are photographed into flesh by a 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 statue did not respond.
　　 For an instant, the old priest knew that he had lost his temper.
　　 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 winter, praise the hunt, praise the great Father!"
　　 After a while, the light of the idol slowly disappeared.
　　 The old half-orc raised his head and found that his back was already in a cold sweat.
　　 "The oracle... is really an oracle..."
　　 He murmured, his voice filled with excitement.
　　 was able to receive the oracle, indicating that he was favored by the gods and watched by the gods!
　　 took a deep breath, and the big orc priest Jushan suppressed the throbbing in his heart, thinking about the content of the oracle:
　　 "What the is going on with that picture?"
　　 He paced, frowning in thought.
　　 "It's the forest of the elves? But don't most of the elves migrate? Where are so many elves? Are they attacking the emerald goblins? They won't die? Behind them... is the Favored of Death?"
　　 He knew that under the crown of the Father God, he recruited a group of goblins in the Fairy Forest, with the purpose of assisting him in finding the fallen mother of nature, the blood crystal of Uktrashir.
　　 In fact, as the chief priest of the nearest half-orc tribe in the Fairy Forest, he also contributed a lot in this process.
　　 Even if he looks down on those weak clown goblins very much.
　　 And now it seems that something has changed.
　　 "The Favored of Death..."
　　 Giant Mountain Priest Chief 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, the Horde's stronghold in the Fairy Forest two days ago reported that two teams of orc mercenaries had disappeared. This time, I took the opportunity to investigate together!"
　　 took a deep breath, and the chief priest of the giant mountain left the ancestral cave where the gods were worshipped.
　　 came to the outside of the cave, the surroundings were suddenly bright, and what came into view was a huge valley.
　　The black mountain wall is shining brightly under the sunlight.
　　 And under the mountains, houses built of stones and straws surround the caves in a patchwork pattern.
　　 Looking around, there are no fewer than a thousand seats...
　　 This is the half-orc tribe closest to the Fairy Forest, named Cave Tribe.
The cave 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, and is more than 300 kilometers away from the core area of ​​the Fairy Forest.
　　The leader of the tribe is the chief half-orc priest-Giant Mountain, a silver lower-ranked half-orc priest.
　　 Giant Mountain came to the village and looked at a clan 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 developed for so many years before it finally grows stronger with the support of the true god.
　　 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.
　　 sighed deeply, and a cloud of clouds passed between his brows.
　　 "Call Black Stone over."
　　 He told his hand ~EbookFREE.me~ 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 with the same fame as the cave tribe and the missing rock, possesses the power of the highest peak of Black Iron!
　　 "Black Rock, I have seen the chief priest."
　　 He came to the giant mountain and knelt down respectfully.
　　 Jushan glanced at him, and nodded secretly:
　　 "Get up."
　　 He got up from the ground and stood beside him without saying a word.
　　 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 take 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 Elf Forest, and organize personnel to explore the Ruins of Feileng Cui!"
　　 Halfway through, he stopped again, thought for a while, took out a bone fragment from his arms and handed it to Blackstone:
　　 "This is a sacred object in the clan that can inspire the power of the Father God, 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 one of the of death, so if you are in danger, return immediately, and you can abandon your stronghold at a critical moment..."
　　 "In addition..."
　　 Jushan's expression flashed, and 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!"