Unlike the vanished ancient civilizations, the Orc Empire had merely declined; it had not disappeared.
Even though its inheritance had been interrupted for a time, its racial script had still been passed down.
Know yourself and your enemy, and you would win every battle. As Alpha Kingdom's longtime rival, the Orc Empire naturally attracted no shortage of scholars studying orcish civilization.
Once the initial excavation was complete, the mural's contents were deciphered very quickly.
"Count, the mural contains a prophecy. Translated, it reads:
'The calamity of a hundred thousand, Twilight of the Gods, the crystal wall opens, evil descends, and blood flows into rivers.'
"It was signed by the Orc Empire's former foremost diviner. At the end, he also left a warning, urging future generations to respond rationally."
Rogerio said with a grave expression.
The prophecy's contents were too shocking. Twilight of the Gods had already been confirmed. If everything that followed also came true, then all the races of the continent would have to fight for their survival.
"An orc diviner's prophecy?"
Count Pierce could not help exclaiming.
No continental hegemon could be underestimated in its prime.
This was especially true of the ancient profession of diviners. They might seem useless in ordinary times, but once they played a role, they could often determine the rise and fall of a faction's strength.
However, such divinations usually targeted one's own forces. Few would ask their diviners to predict the fate of the entire continent.
Whether they could obtain an answer was unknown, but from the moment the divination began, the diviner entered a countdown to death.
Trying to alter the fate of every living being on the continent made the backlash easy to imagine.
Generally, only when they reached old age and their lifespan was nearly exhausted would they make