Kasava Bloodhoof—or rather, the vast majority of High-Level Orcs—would never have imagined, even in their wildest dreams, that someone would set their sights on a shrine.
First of all, every shrine, regardless of size, so long as it had received the blessing of ancestral spirits, possessed defenses far surpassing those of the clan era.
Those who barged in rashly often died without even knowing how.
Second, although the weapons, secret medicines, and ancient tomes enshrined within possessed unparalleled power, they also carried extremely high risks. Even if someone seized a weapon, it would be difficult to wield it with ease.
Third was the near-divine reverence High-Level Orcs held for ancestral spirits.
Even the shrines of hostile Lineages and rival clans would never be casually destroyed.
Even after wiping out an enemy settlement or even an entire tribe, they would not completely demolish the other side's shrine.
Instead, they would incorporate the other side's ancestral spirits into their own Lineage's ancestral worship system and continue serving them.
No matter how crazed a High-Level Orc might be, he would not risk dying on the spot, becoming an Origin Warrior, being cursed by ancestral spirits, and provoking a powerful Lineage just to loot a shrine.
Unfortunately, Meng Chao was not a High-Level Orc.
Just now, he and Ice Storm had circled the Blood Skull Shrine once, confirming there were no additional guards and scouting the terrain behind the shrine.
Meng Chao signaled Ice Storm, asking with his eyes, Your injuries are all right, aren't they?
Ice Storm snorted coldly and vanished into the depths of the thick smoke.
Meng Chao held out five fingers and silently counted down. Five, four, three, two, one!
At the final count, he sprang up and assumed a crouched starting stance. Like a hundred-meter sprinter, he charged toward