Hail the King Chapter 1007

Chapter 1007: Former Power and Glory (Part One)

“Ancient Beast G.o.d, please listen to the prayers of your loyal subjects…”

Great Priest Nash chanted an ancient, tragic, and grand song filled with mystery and vicissitude.

The song created a mysterious force, and the stone cliff before everyone started to react. As a series of mystical energy fluctuations appeared on the stone wall, images floated out of the cliff, showing the patterns of a gate. The orcs first kneeled in front of the gate and bowed before walking toward the gate pattern. As if they all walked through the cliff, they entered the internal s.p.a.ce of the mountain.

This should be the power of the battle songs of the orcs. It was one type of power of totems, and it was similar to how mages chant their magic spells. However, it relied on the third type of energy aside from warrior energy and magic energy.

Fei and the other envoys of Chambord quickly followed and entered the stone cliff as if they were pa.s.sing through a wall.

Inside was a giant s.p.a.ce in the mountain, and it could hold at least 10,000 people.

Patterns of totems vaguely s.h.i.+ned on the walls, offering light to this s.p.a.ce and making it less dark.

In the center of the s.p.a.ce, there was a blood-red altar, and on it stood an ancient, simple stone gate that was about 20 meters tall. Although this stone gate looked simple, it felt majestic.

“This is the beginning of the Ancient Path of Blood of Behemoth.” A sincere and holy expression appeared on the faces of Great Priest Nash and other orc masters.

Great Priest Nash said earnestly, “Your Majesty, do you know why this ancient path is called Ancient Path of Blood? On this ancient path of teleportation, there are more than 100 of such blood-red altars. Every single altar was created by an ancestor of the orcs, and those ancestors used their own bodies, lives, and souls. They were all True G.o.d Realm masters. In that terrifying era, the Behemoth Orc Tribe sacrificed 108 priests and masters who were in the True G.o.d Realm, creating a safe path that led to the [Banished Land] for all other members of the tribe. This path is literally created by drips of blood!”

While Great Priest Nash said that, the orc masters already had tears in their eyes.

About 1,000 years had pa.s.sed, and these orc masters had listened to these stories told by their elders for tens of thousands of times. However, standing before this blood-red teleportation gate on the altar, any orc would cry, paying respect to the heroes who sacrificed their lives and souls for the continuation of the tribe.

Without these heroes who selflessly sacrificed themselves, the Behemoth Orc Tribe would have disappeared in the river of time long ago.

Hearing this, Fei and other masters of Chambord all gasped.

The king thought, “What? 108 masters in the True G.o.d Realm? The Behemoth Orc Tribe was that powerful in history?”

Although Fei knew that the Endless Sea of Forests was terrifying, he never imagined that the Behemoth Orc Tribe could only create this Ancient Path of Blood by sacrificing 108 true G.o.ds.

Now, Fei was imagining how terrifying and tragic that it must be at the end of the Mythical Era.

Then, the king thought of something deeper.

“How terrifying must the enemies be? Even the Behemoth Orc Tribe which had at least 108 true G.o.ds had to flee? They didn't even have the courage to battle until death? Why? Did they see zero chance of winning? What really happened 1,000 years ago on the Azeroth Continent? What made the G.o.ds and demons fall into a deep sleep? What made the other races all flee the continent? What made humans survive that and become the lords of Azeroth?”

Chapter 1007: Former Power and Glory (Part Two)

Fei knew too little information regarding this topic.

The king only learned a little about that era after he ventured into the Last Ancestral Place of the dwarfs and found that blood journal of the dwarf king. Even though the journal told the king that something terrifying came, he still didn't know what those enemies were.

In the last few days, Fei tried to get relevant information from Great Priest Nash, but it seemed like Nash also couldn't clearly explain it.

Now standing before the altar that was created by the essence, body, G.o.dly power, and soul of a true G.o.d, even these Chambordians were stunned as they sensed a tragic and historical presence.

Great Priest Nash began to sing the twisting and tragic battle song, and the clear singing resonated inside this s.p.a.ce. It sounded like rumbling drums, and the mystical tune lingered in the air.

Soon, streaks of blood-red flames appeared on the blood-red altar, and they all dashed into the stone gate that was about 20 meters tall.

“Supreme Beast G.o.d, I hope that you will bless your subjects! I, Jabbar of the Bear Clan, am willing to use my body to activate the gate leading to the Resting Place! I will not enter reincarnation, and I will guard the Behemoth Orc Tribe with my blood. My people… make sure that… you live on strong!”

A roar from the ancient times resonated by everyone's ears.

A ma.s.s of deep-red light appeared on the stone gate, and a giant, vague figure of the true G.o.d of the Bear Clan could be seen.

With pity and sadness in his eyes, this figure ripped the s.p.a.ce before him with his hands, revealing a blood-red tunnel that was filled with vicissitude.

Soon, the vague figure disappeared, and the spatial tunnel stabilized.

Tears already covered the face of O'Neal of the Bear Clan. A true G.o.d ancestor of the Bear Clan sacrificed himself to create the first blood-red altar.

“We need to pa.s.s through the tunnel as fast as we can; let's not waste the energy of the altar.”

Great Priest Nash quickly reminded everyone before das.h.i.+ng into the blood-red tunnel himself.

Fei and others quickly filed in.

In the next moment, the blood-red altar dimmed down again.

The vague light coming off the totem patterns inside the belly of the mountain instantly disappeared, and boundless darkness reclaimed this s.p.a.ce. Only the lonely soul of a true G.o.d who sacrificed himself 1,000 years ago remained in this s.p.a.ce, waiting for the next opportunity to offer his power.

Fei opened his eyes when he felt light s.h.i.+ning on his face.

A streak of bone-chilling cold wind blew by.

This was a white valley covered by ice and snow, and it was well hidden.

The white ice mountains soared into the sky from all sides, leaving a piece of sky that looked to be the size of a palm on top of the valley. There was only one thin path leading to the outside of the valley, and it was sealed by the power of ice totems. Others couldn't find or access this path to leave or enter this valley.

The snow on the ground was thick, and the feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky non-stop. As the chilly wind blew by, it felt like sharp knives were dragged across their faces.

Fortunately, everyone here was a master, and this level of chilliness didn't pose a threat to anyone.

Just as Fei expected, a blood-red altar and a stone gate hid inside this ice valley.

It seemed like this was the second stop on the Ancient Path of Blood of Behemoth.

It also meant that 1,000 years ago, the second orc master in the True G.o.d Realm fell at this place, using his life and soul to tear open the teleportation portal leading to the next stop for the members of his tribe.