Game of the World Tree - Chapter 59

59. Chapter 59 Ullr’s Oracle

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

On both sides of the cave, there are rough murals, telling the story of the thousand-year war between gods – that is the legendary story of the gods working together to severely damage the world tree and the elven civilization, which 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, who is the god of winter and hunting – Ullr.

In front of the statue of Ullr, a one-eyed old orc in a gray priest robe is kneeling on the ground and praying devoutly.

In the silent cave, only the silent prayers echoed, solemn and dignified.

Suddenly, the statue burst into a dense light, illuminating the originally dim cave extremely brightly.

The one-eyed orc raised his head tremblingly, and his eyes looking at the statue were full of fanaticism and disbelief…

“Oracle… It’s an oracle…”

He knelt on the ground excitedly, letting the majestic power of the gods brush over his body.

His brain went blank in an instant, and a series of majestic and heavy voices resounded in the orc’s mind:

“Cha-Florence, elves, be careful… the followers of the god of death.”

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

Those elves are definitely not Hela’s Heroic Spirits!

Because… they have flesh, and the Heroic Spirits do not.

And if the Heroic Spirits appear in the continent of Segos, 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 followers.

Because only Hela can make creatures immortal!

All of this needs to be further investigated by believers…

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 half-orc cave tribe – Giant Mountain, obey the oracle!”

Then, the statue 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 elves with red eyes!

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

The picture turned, and another elf was beaten into meat paste by the mysterious force, but in the blink of an eye, it jumped out alive again…

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

“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 composure.

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 the hunt, praise the great Father God!”

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

The old orc raised his head and found that his back was already covered with cold sweat.

“Oracle… It’s 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 being watched by the gods!

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

“What is going on with that picture?”

He paced and frowned in thought.

“Is it the Forest of Elves? But haven’t most of the elves migrated? Where did so many elves come from? Are they attacking the goblins in Florence? They won’t die? Behind them… is the God of Death?”

He knew that His Majesty the Father God had recruited a group of goblins in the Forest of Elves in order to help Him find the 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 made a lot of efforts in this process.

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

And now it seems that something has changed.

“Death’s Blessing…”

The chief priest of the Giant Mountain murmured.

“Could it be… the work of the one 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, the tribe’s base in the Elf Forest sent a message two days ago reporting that two teams of Orc mercenaries have disappeared. This time, it’s a good opportunity to investigate together!”

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

When he came to the outside of the cave, the surroundings suddenly became bright, and a huge valley came into view.

The black mountain wall shone brightly under the sunlight.

Under the mountains, houses built of stones and straw surrounded the cave in an orderly manner.

Looking around, there were no less than a thousand houses…

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

The Rock Cave Tribe is a medium-sized Orc village with a population of 5,000. It is located at the southeast 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 was none other than the chief orc priest, Giant Mountain, a silver-ranked orc priest.

Giant Mountain came to the village and looked at the tribe members walking through the village with satisfaction.

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

The tribe has developed for so many years and has finally grown gradually with the support of the true god.

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

Thinking of this, Giant Mountain’s expression gradually became solemn.

If there is a problem with the Elf Forest, it will also be a heavy blow to the Rock Cave Tribe.

He sighed deeply, and a cloud of gloom passed between his brows.

“Call Black Stone over.”

He ordered his men.

Soon, a sturdy orc came to Giant Mountain.

He has a body like an iron tower, nearly two meters tall; a big bald head, fangs exposed in his mouth, and a ferocious look.

Black Stone, a warrior of the Rock Cave Tribe who is as famous as the missing rock, has the strength of the peak of the upper black iron!

“Heishi, I greet the chief priest.”

He came to the front of Jushan and knelt down respectfully.

Jushan looked at him and nodded secretly:

“Get up.”

After receiving Jushan’s order, Heishi stood up from the ground and stood aside without saying a word.

Jushan was very satisfied with Heishi’s respect.

He thought for a while and said,

“Black Stone, you are one of the most powerful warriors in the tribe. This time, I have a task for you to do…”

“Take a team of mid-level Black Iron warriors, plus a priest, take the best equipment in the tribe, go to the tribe’s base in the Forest of Elves, and organize people to explore the ruins of Florence!”

He stopped halfway, thought about it, took out a piece of bone from his arms, and handed it to Black Stone:

“This is a sacred object in the tribe. It can stimulate the power of the Father God and can cast 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 followers of the God of Death, so if there is any danger, return immediately. You can abandon the base at a critical moment…”

“In addition…”

The expression of the giant mountain 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 a good job, the tribe will have a generous reward!”

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