This is not the first time Wuyou has seen an altar. He had been lucky enough to see it several times in the squares of the four major families before, but he had never actually set foot on it.
Altar is such a beautiful word. Both humans and orcs regard it as their spiritual sustenance and source of strength.
Originally, she didn't feel anything strange when she looked at it from a distance, but now she was pushed here by Poseidon, and the immersive feeling almost drowned her.
Looking at everything around him religiously, Wuyou was also curious in his heart.
Is this the altar of the orcs? It is indeed an altar to pay homage to the dead orcs.
Carefully looking at the animal bones piled up to form the altar, Wuyou could conclude that they were all obtained from orcs. With so many animal bones, how many people would be buried here? The more Wuyou looked, the more frightened he became, but he did not slow down.
The pace of your feet follows the feeling in your heart as you walk towards the center.
The altar is in the shape of a slope, extending upward from Wuyou's feet. The slope is not steep, and it does not feel strenuous to walk. Soon Wuyou walked up to the top of the altar. A stick is as thick as his own waist and about three feet high.
A few meters later, a large black pillar carved with a large number of strange patterns appeared in front of her first. It was the center of the altar and was obviously the most important place of the altar.
Now looking at this pillar up close, a feeling of piety emerged from the bottom of her heart, making her want to touch this pillar.
When her slender hands touched the wall of the pillar, it was slightly cool and smooth. It had obviously become round and full after the baptism of time.
The thick pillar walls were engraved with complex totems, as if they were an extension of a story. Just as Wuyou was about to withdraw his hand, something strange happened. The pillars that were originally a little cold actually became hot. At first, it was that kind of comfortable warmth.
Then there was a burning sensation. Wuyou instinctively withdrew his hand, stepped back several steps, and looked at the pillar warily.
The originally dark column began to glow with a faint glow of blood, and it felt as if the totem pole came to life.
Wuyou's hand was burned, and the flesh mixed with blood was branded directly on the pillar, leaving a large scar on his finger. Although the scarlet on the stone pillar was covered by the blood, it was still so obvious.
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"Zizzizi..." A harsh explosion sounded from the pillar, and the flesh and blood stuck to it gradually turned into burnt black, until it turned into fly ash and disappeared.
Seeing such a scene, Wuyou's heartbeat almost stopped, and he thought to himself: Fortunately, he escaped quickly, otherwise he would have barbecued Wuyou.
"Ah!!!" Just when Wuyou was relieved, something strange happened again. Suddenly, a strong pulling force came from the pillar, pulling Wuyou towards the pillar like a magnet.
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An exclamation came from Wuyou's mouth. Wuyou used magic without saying a word, but it was of no avail. That pure power was like a hand stretched out by the beast king. The tiny human being had no worries about escaping in front of it.
shape.
"Ah!!!" There was another scream. Wuyou really had no strength anymore. His body was like a kite, being pulled back by the owner who was taking up the thread at the other end. No matter how strong the wind was, he could not break the thin strings that bound him.
Wire.
Seeing the pillar enlarge in front of his eyes, and the heat wave emanating from the pillar hit his face, Wuyou felt a flash of panic in his heart, but there was no despair, and he still resisted desperately.
"Bang!!!"
Finally, they bumped into each other, and the sound of falling gravel came from their ears. Wuyou was frightened by the scene in front of him.
What did she do?
This is impossible!!!
"Orcs' things won't be so carelessly smashed, right?"
"Is it because my body is too hard? It can't even compare to a pillar?"
An incredible idea appeared in Wuyou's heart, but she was also a little at a loss.
"Bone of the Beast God!"
The purpose of Wuyou's coming here was not to become the great shaman of the orcs, but to become the bones of the beast god. At this time, the thing she had been dreaming about appeared in front of her.
To be precise, it was floating in front of her.
It was a pure golden bone, and from its gold-like color, Wuyou could tell the difference at a glance.
"The beastman's most precious treasure, the bone of the beast god, is golden and gleaming, and has been held by the beast kings of all ages!"
Regarding the legend of the Bones of the Beast God, there is no mention in the books on the continent of Oskar. It is only passed down by word of mouth. However, the Mage's Book obtained from the Nanfeng Emperor's Tomb has such a record.
It is because of this sentence that Wuyou also determined its value.
"Finally found you! Ah-Dai, the master will save you!" A murmured sentence came from Wuyou's mouth. I don't know whether he said it to Ah-Dai or to himself, but after seeing the bones of the Beast God, Wuyou
Worrying has indeed made her feel a lot more relaxed. Originally, there was always hope in despair, and those efforts were somewhat futile, but now that hope is ahead, how can she not be excited.
Without the slightest hesitation, he supported his body and stood up from the ground. Without even bothering to brush off the dust on his body, Wuyou stretched out his hand towards the Bone of the Beast God.
Contaminated with some dust, the originally white hands are a little mottled, but they are exceptionally beautiful.
After getting it, when the feeling of controlling the real thing came from the palm of his hand, Wuyou's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he actually took out other medicinal materials to prepare the medicine.
Regarding the legendary potion, the refining method was indeed so simple that it was strangely simple. Jie only said one word: burn!!!
That's right, it's burning, the bones of the beast god, which are the toughest things in the world. When combined with other equally cherished medicinal materials, they will surely take shape by themselves through the burning of fire.
Putting all the medicinal materials in his hand on a broken boulder, Wuyou closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. The excitement in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by rigor.
She didn't dare to slack off at all when it came to living Dumb. She had to put ten thousand thoughts into refining this bottle of potion.
After using water magic to cleanse his hands, a wisp of dark flame appeared in front of Wuyou.
As soon as the flame came out, the surrounding space fluctuated. It was obviously deterred by the power of the flame. There was no trace of water vapor around the flame, and even the dust turned into nothingness.
That is the most precious thing that Yan left to her - hellfire!!!
Only the most powerful and domineering fire of time is enough to melt the hardest things.
The flames swayed, and Wuyou threw the bones of the Beast God directly into the flames.
As the dark red flames wrapped around the golden bones of the Beast God, a dazzling red light suddenly appeared with Wuyou as the center. The stone pillars that had been rotten to the ground automatically formed, with the same totem, but there were more of them than before.
A touch of freshness.
I seem to see something flowing in each stroke. Is that blood?
Yes, that is blood, the blood of the beast kings of the past generations, and it is also a vital thing for the shaman inheritance.
There is one thing about this inheritance that even the orcs don't know.
Why do shaman successors become so powerful after accepting the inheritance, which makes people involuntarily feel like worshiping them? That is not a change in themselves, but a change in their blood.
It turns out that the inheritance of shamans is also the awakening of bloodline in a certain sense.
As shamans of the orc tribe, they are all orcs without exception. Of course orcs have half of the blood of Warcraft, and the altar here is to stimulate that part of the blood of Warcraft to a point where it is second only to the Beast God, that is.
They are afraid of the magical beasts in the human world precisely because their own magical beast bloodline is obviously lower than that of the shaman inheritors.
However, Wuyou is an exception. She is a human being, a real person, so if she accepts this inheritance, she is destined to suffer more.
"Ah!!!" Ever since he entered this altar, Wuyou has often been screaming, because of attacks without warning and because of the pain that penetrates his bone marrow.
After the stone pillar was formed, Wuyou's skin was burned again, and the flesh and blood directly stuck to it. Wuyou didn't dare to move. She knew she couldn't escape, and she also knew she wouldn't die!
Sure enough, because of this will, Wuyou has been struggling to support herself, and she can feel the passage of time.
Yes, the blood on the body continues to flow with the wound, and is slowly sucked into the totem pole. The totem pole is like a hungry traveler, who will only greedily ask for the feelings in front of him, and will not stop.
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And Wuyou was suffering from its endless demands. A blood-red light emitted from the totem pole directly completely enveloped Wuyou, who was curled up into a ball in pain.
Following this red light, Wuyou felt a stab of pain all over his body, and the bones in his body seemed to be pulled away again, unable to resist.
That kind of pain is really not something Wuyou can bear. The muscles and veins all over his body are being touched in bursts, as if he is being sucked into a muscle and cramping. No part of his body is normal from the inside out.
The muscles all over his body seemed to be burned by his own hellfire. That kind of pain, if Wuyou hadn't been determined and the bottle of blood he drank earlier increased the body's ability to resist blows, he might have fainted from the pain long ago.
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I don't know how long it took, but Wuyou felt as if it had been a year and a half. The pain all over his body finally slowly subsided. As if his whole body was soaked with sweat, Wuyou weakly opened his eyes that were originally closed in pain.
The first thing that catches the eye is still the extremely weird totem pole. The color of the pole is still bright red, so red that it is eye-catching.
Wuyou wanted to stand up from the ground, but found that he had no strength at all, so he had no choice but to lean on the ground, staring blankly at the Bone of the Beast God at the top of the pillar and thinking.
Suddenly, ethereal singing came from afar.
The hoarse melody with sadness and anger seems to come from ancient times, vast and simple, but it seems to penetrate the soul directly. Although there are no specific lyrics, but with the shouts and chants that blurt out, the song is like Niu Meng's performance in the opera house back then.
The ancient operas I heard were very similar, but the tunes were far more moving.
The singing spread centered around the altar and traveled far and wide.
Outside the cave, the orcs who had been guarding the cave entrance for a whole month were stunned, looking at the dark cave in disbelief, with excitement flashing in everyone's eyes.
"Her first step was successful, she was recognized by the Beast God!" At this time, the Cyclops waved funnyly to the secretive Kom next to him like a child. His body was filled with happiness, and that
It's a pure joy because he finally fulfilled his friend's request.
"If my sister cannot come out alive, even if it is my father's order, I will never become the next Beast King!" Unable to be infected by the Cyclops' joy at all, Kom's little face wrinkled deeply, and a kind of aura emanated from him.
Deep loneliness and deathly silence.
He regretted it. His mother was dead, Aunt Sophie was dead, and his father was dead. Could it be that the only warmth he had now was gone?