It is a dimly lit cave, and the torches on the walls of the cave illuminate the cave in full shadows.

On both sides of the cave, rough frescoes tell the story of the thousand-year-old god war—the legend of the gods working together to wreak havoc on the World Tree and the Elven civilization, sung from generation to generation among the orc tribes.

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

On the altar, there is a rugged statue of the god of winter, Urel, the god of cold and hunting.

In front of the idol of Ulral, a one-eyed old orc in gray priestly robes was kneeling on the ground in prayer.

In the silent cavern, only the sound of silent prayers kept echoing, solemn.

Suddenly, the idol burst into a glow, illuminating the otherwise dim cavern.

The one-eyed orc looked up in a trembling manner, his gaze at the idol with a hint of frenzy and incredulity......

"Oracle...... It's an oracle ......"

He knelt on the ground excitedly, letting the majestic divine power blow through his body.

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

"Check—Fei Leng Emerald, Elf, be careful...... Death's Favorer. ”

After returning to the Celestial Realm, Urel also thought things through.

Those elves are definitely not Hela's Heroic Legion!

Because...... They have flesh, but Heroic Spirits do not.

Moreover, if the Immortal Legion appeared on the Syges Continent, it would definitely cause a strong backlash from other gods.

Not even Hela could be an enemy of the gods.

The fate of Yggtra Hill back then is a case in point!

But even so, those elves must have something to do with Hela's dependents.

Because only Hela can make creatures immortal!

And all of this needs to be left to the believers to explore further......

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

"Chief Priest of the Orc Cave Tribe, Giant Mountain, obey the oracle!"

Then, the idol shone again, and a blurry 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, covered with all kinds of tattered equipment, looked like they had been snatched from goblins......

As soon as the picture turned, another elf was slapped into flesh by the mysterious power, but in the blink of an eye, it popped up alive......

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 even 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 temper.

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

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

After a few moments, the light of the idol slowly faded.

The old orc looked up and found himself in a cold sweat behind his back.

"Oracle...... It's really an oracle......"

He muttered, his voice filled with excitement.

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

Taking a deep breath, the orc chief priest Jushan pressed the throbbing in his heart and pondered the content of the oracle:

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

He paced, frowning in contemplation.

"Is it the Forest of Elves? But don't most of the elves migrate? Where did so many elves come from? Are they attacking the emerald goblins? They won't die? Behind them...... Is it the Grim Reaper? ”

He knew that His Majesty the Father had recruited a group of goblins in the Elven Forest in order to assist him in his search for the blood of the fallen Mother of Nature, Yggdrasil.

In fact, as the chief priest of the nearest orc tribe in the Elven Forest, he also contributed a lot in this process.

Even if he looks down on those weak and ugly goblins.

And now it seems that something has changed.

"Death's Favor......"

The chief priest of the giant mountain muttered.

"Could it be...... Is it the hand of the Underworld? ”

Thinking of this, his expression gradually became solemn.

"Looks like it's time to send someone to investigate."

"Speaking of which, two days ago, the tribe's stronghold in the Elven Forest reported that two teams of half-orc mercenaries had gone missing. This time, it's just the right time to take the opportunity to investigate and investigate together! ”

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

Outside the cave, the surroundings suddenly brightened, and a huge valley greeted you.

The black mountain walls gleaming in the sunlight.

Under the mountains, houses made of stones and straw surround the caves.

As far as the eye can see, there are no less than a thousand......

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

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

And the leader of the tribe is none other than the chief orc priest - Jushan, a half-orc priest with a silver position.

Jushan came to the village, looking at a clansman who was shuttling through the village, looking satisfied.

When he was younger, the Cave Tribe was a small tribe of less than a thousand people.

And the tribe has developed for so many years before it finally grows with the support of the true God.

Among them, the huge income brought by hunting elves has contributed a lot.

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

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

With a deep sigh, a dark cloud crossed his brow.

"Call Blackstone over."

He commanded his men.

Soon, a sturdy orc came to the giant mountain.

He has an iron tower-like body and is nearly two meters tall; The big bald head, the fangs in the mouth are exposed, and the expression is vicious.

Blackstone, a warrior of the same name as the Cave Tribe and the Missing Rock, has the strength of the pinnacle of Black Iron!

"Blackstone, I've seen the priest."

He came to the giant mountain and knelt down respectfully.

Jushan glanced at him and nodded secretly:

"Get up."

At the command of the giant mountain, Blackstone stood up from the ground and stood aside without saying a word.

For Blackstone's respect, Jushan was extremely satisfied.

He thought for a moment 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 warriors of the Black Iron Medium Rank, plus a priest, take the best equipment in the tribe, go to the tribe's stronghold in the Elven Forest, and organize people to explore the ruins of Fei Leng Cui!"

Halfway through speaking, he stopped again, thought for a moment, took out a bone fragment from his bosom, and handed it to Blackstone:

"This is a sacred artifact in the clan, which can activate the power of the Father, and can perform a gold-level attack at a critical moment, in addition...... It also has the power to purify the undead! ”

"This time, you may encounter the Grim Reaper's favorite, so if there is danger, return immediately, and you can abandon the stronghold at a critical moment......"

"Another ......"

Jushan's expression flashed, and he said seriously:

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

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