Chapter 1236: Digging Force
That was a perfectly reasonable question.
Even Ice Storm, who was well versed in Turan customs, nodded repeatedly beside him.
For thousands of years, adventurers who ventured deep into the Holy Mountain in hopes of seizing their first pot of gold had emerged in endless waves, impossible to stamp out.
But because the risks and opportunities of exploring the Holy Mountain were both outrageously high, those willing to go were either people whose tribes had been destroyed by enemies and who carried blood-deep grudges, exiled warriors driven out by their tribes, or rising newcomers eager for quick success.
In short, they were all people who could not rapidly obtain power through normal channels, or whose lives were worthless enough that death was nothing to fear.
A philosopher from the Earth Era had once said, "Take a gamble, and a bicycle turns into a motorcycle!"
When you had nothing to begin with, what was there to fear about losing everything?
But Destroyer's Horn did not belong to that category.
He had already climbed to the position of the foremost figure among the Lion Clan—no, the Golden Clan.
Even Destroyer's Blade, who had encountered the same opportunities, possessed talent, and wielded a peerless vicious blade, seemed faintly suppressed by him.
What reason did he have to risk his life exploring the Holy Mountain?
Even taking ten thousand steps back, if Destroyer's Horn truly had the leisure to explore the Holy Mountain, he should have chosen a more stable time.
At present, the Golden Clan's war to suppress the Great Horned Legion was in full swing on the surface, and the situation was hardly favorable to the Golden Clan.
The Four Great Clans, including Bloodhoof, were eyeing them like tigers from the side, while within the clan itself, the