Chapter 59 (1/2)

This was a dim cave. The torches on the wall left long shadows in the cave.

On the two walls of the cave, there were crude pictures illustrating the War of Gods 1000 years ago. It was the legendary story of the gods cooperating to seriously damage the World Tree and subsequently crippling the elf civilization. This story was sung in the orc tribes for generations.

At the center of the cave, there was an altar made of skulls.

A crude statue was carved on the altar. It was Ullr, the God of Winter and Hunting.

Before Ullr’s statue, a one-eyed old orc in a gray priest robe was praying devoutly on his knees.

The low prayers sounded through the quiet cave incessantly, turning the atmosphere even solemn.

Suddenly, the statue glittered with faint light, lighting up the originally dim cave brightly.

The one-eyed orc trembled and looked up towards the statue frantically in surprise.

“Oracle… It is an oracle…”

He bowed down to the ground in excitement, letting the great force caress his body.

The orc’s brain went blank in an instant as a dignified yet thick voice sounded through his head.

“Investigate… Florence, the elves. Be careful… of the followers of the God of Death.”

After returning to heaven, Ullr figured out something.

Those elves were absolutely not Hela’s elite ghost army!

Because… They had bodies, while the elite ghosts in Hela’s army did not.

Besides, if the elite ghost army really appeared on the continent of Sagas, other gods would react fiercely.

Even Hela could not afford to make enemies of the other gods.

Euktrahill’s end at that time could serve as an excellent example!

But even if that was the case, those elves must be related to Hela’s followers.

It was because only Hela could make the creatures immortal!

So Ullr needed his believers to investigate the whole matter further…

Hearing the deity’s voice, the old orc priest’s body slightly quivered as he bent his head even lower.

“The chief priest of the orc grotto tribe, Mountain, is listening to the oracle!”

Afterwards, the statue glittered again. A vague scene appeared in his mind.

It was a scene of unlucky goblins being hunted madly by a group of red-eyed elves!

And those elves hanged various kinds of broken equipment all over their bodies, which seemed to be the goblins’ equipment…

The scene changed. Some elves were slapped into pancakes by a mysterious force, but they soon emerged again with vigor.

Seeing the scene, the old priest was immediately shocked.

“Elves? How can there be so many elves?! What are they doing?! They are actually immortal?”

He couldn’t help but exclaim outright.

The statue didn’t answer.

In an instant, the old priest realized that he had lost his composure.

He took a deep breath, got down on his knees, stretched out his hands, and drew a bow symbol on his chest.

“Praise winter. Praise hunting. Praise Great Father!”

After a while, the lights on the statue slowly disappeared.

Raising his head, the old orc found that his back was sweating.

“Oracle… It is really an oracle…”

He murmured in exhilaration.

The fact that he could receive an oracle meant that he won the god’s favor and was watched by Him!

Taking a deep breath, Mountain the chief orc priest calmed down and thought about the content of the oracle.

“What on earth is the scene about?”

He postured around, frowned, and pondered.

“Is it the forest of elves? But didn’t most of the elves migrate? Where are those elves from? Are they attacking the goblins in Florence? Are they immortal? Are the followers of the God of Death behind them?”

He knew that Great Father had recruited a group of goblins in the forest of elves with the purpose of helping Him find the divine blood crystals of Euktrahill, the fallen Mother of Nature.

In fact, as the recent chief priest of the orc tribe in the forest of elves, he had contributed much to the matter.