Chapter 59 Uller's Oracle

This is a dimly lit cave, where the torches on the walls cast flickering shadows.

Two sides of the cave were adorned with rough frescoes, telling the tale of the millennia-old war of gods—an epic story in which the gods joined forces to severely wound the World Tree and the civilization of elves, a story that has been passed down from generation to generation among the half-beast tribes.

At the center of the cave was an altar made of piled skulls.

Atop the altar stood a rugged statue of Uller, the god of winter and hunting.

Before the statue of Uller, a grey-robed, one-eyed old half-beast knelt in devout prayer.

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

Suddenly, the statue emitted a diffuse glow, brightly illuminating the originally dark cave.

The one-eyed half-beast tremblingly raised his head, his gaze toward the statue filled with fervent adoration and disbelief...

"Divine message... it's a divine message..."

He excitedly knelt down, letting the majestic divine power sweep over his body.

His mind momentarily went blank, as a solemn and weighty voice thundered through the half-beast's head:

"Trahir... Elves, beware... Death God's Favored."

After returning to the Heavenly Realm, Uller had also thought through some things.

Those elves, they're certainly not Hela's Heroic Spirit Army!

For... they had physical bodies, while heroic spirits do not.

And if the Heroic Spirit Army were to appear on Segis Continent, it would surely provoke strong resistance from the other divine entities.

Even Hela would not dare to stand against all gods.

The fate of Yuketrahill was an example!

But even so, those elves must be related to Hela's favored.

For only Hela could make creatures undying!

And all this, needed to be further investigated by the believers...

Hearing the voice of the divine, the old half-beast priest's body slightly shuddered and he bowed his head even deeper:

"Rock Cave Tribe Priest—Giant Mountain, at your divine command!"

Then, the statue glowed again, and a blurry image appeared in his mind—

It showed hapless goblins being ruthlessly hunted by red-eyed elves!

And those elves, covered in a variety of ragged equipment, it seemed like stolen from goblins...

The image shifted, and elves were squashed into pulp by a mysterious force, but in the blink of an eye, they sprang back to life again...

Seeing this scene, the old priest was severely shaken.

"Elves? How could there be so many elves?! What are they doing?! They actually do not die?"

He couldn't help but exclaim out loud.

The statue gave no response.

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

He took a deep breath and, while kneeling, extended his hand to draw a bow-shaped sign on his chest:

"Praise the winter, praise the hunt, praise the mighty Father God!"

Moments later, the light from the statue gradually faded.

The old half-beast lifted his head to find his back drenched in cold sweat.

"Divine message... it truly is a divine message..."

He murmured, his voice full of excitement.

Receiving a divine message meant he was blessed by the divine, watched over by the divine!

Taking a deep breath, the Half-Beast Priest Giant Mountain suppressed the excitement in his heart and pondered over the content of the divine message:

"What exactly is with that image?"

He paced back and forth, frowning in contemplation.

"Is it the Elf Forest? But didn't most elves migrate? Where did so many elves come from? Are they attacking the goblins of Feilengcui? They do not die? Behind them... the Death God's Favored?"

He knew Father God had recruited a group of goblins in the Elf Forest, with the purpose of assisting Him in searching for the fallen Divine Blood Crystal of Mother Nature—Yuketrahill.

In fact, as the High Priest of the Half-Beast Tribe closest to the Elf Forest, he has also exerted considerable effort in this process.

Even though he looks down on those weak and ugly Goblins.

But now it seems that something unforeseen has occurred.

"Death God's Favored..."

The Giant Mountain Priest muttered to himself.

"Could it be... the handiwork of the one from the Netherworld?"

Thinking of this, his expression gradually became more solemn.

"It seems necessary to send someone to investigate."

"Speaking of which, a couple of days ago, the tribe's outpost in the Elf Forest sent a message reporting that two teams of Half-Beast mercenaries have gone missing. This time, this would be a good opportunity to investigate!"

Taking a deep breath, the Giant Mountain Priest left the ancestral cave of worshipping the Divine.

Stepping out of the cave, his surroundings suddenly became bright, revealing a vast valley before his eyes.

The black valley walls sparkled under the sunlight.

Below the mountain ridges, houses made of stone and straw were scattered around the cave in orderly fashion.

At a glance, there were no fewer than a thousand...

This is the Half-Beast Tribe closest to the Elf Forest, known as the Rock Cave Tribe.

The Rock Cave Tribe is a medium-sized Half-Beast village with a population of five thousand, located at the southeastern junction of the Elf Forest and the Dark Mountain Range, some three hundred kilometers away from the core area of the Elf Forest.

And the leader of the tribe is the Half-Beast Priest—Giant Mountain, a Silver Lower Half-Beast Priest.

Giant Mountain arrived in the village and looked at the tribespeople bustling through with a satisfied expression.

Back in his youth, the Rock Cave Tribe was a small tribe of fewer than a thousand people.

Yet after so many years of development, the tribe has finally grown stronger under the support of the True God.

The substantial income from hunting elves has been indispensable in this.

Thinking of this, Giant Mountain's expression gradually turned solemn.

If there were problems in the Elf Forest, it would be a heavy blow to the Rock Cave Tribe.

Letting out a deep sigh, a shadow passed over his brows.

"Call Black Stone here."

He ordered his subordinate.

Soon, a robust Half-Beast arrived in front of Giant Mountain.

He had the stature of a tower, nearly two meters tall; bald-headed, with protruding fangs showing outside his mouth, his face fierce.

Black Stone, a warrior of the Rock Cave Tribe, whose fame rivaled that of the missing Boulder, possessed the strength of Black Iron Upper Peak!

"Black Stone, pays respect to the High Priest."

He kneeled down respectfully before Giant Mountain.

Giant Mountain glanced at him and nodded silently:

"Rise."

Following Giant Mountain's command, Black Stone stood up from the ground and stood silently to one side.

Giant Mountain was incredibly pleased with Black Stone's respect.

After thinking for a moment, he said:

"Black Stone, you are one of the mightiest warriors of our tribe. This time, I have a mission for you..."

"Lead a team of Black Iron Middle Rank warriors and a priest, take the best equipment from our tribe, go to our tribe's outpost in the Elf Forest, and organize people to investigate the Feilengcui Ruins!"

Halfway through, he paused, thought for a moment, took out a piece of bone from his chest and handed it to Black Stone:

"This is a sacred artifact of our tribe, capable of invoking the power of the Father God, and can unleash a powerful Divine Art in critical moments, and it also has the power to cleanse the undead!"

"This time, you might encounter the Death God's Favored, so if there's danger return immediately, and it is okay to abandon the outpost if necessary..."

"Furthermore..."

Giant Mountain's expression became serious as he earnestly added:

"If you encounter any strange elves, try to capture one and bring it back to our tribe..."

"If the job is well done, the tribe will have a generous reward for you!"